528 Love, the West District Courtyard was surrounded
Crazy, crazy, both of them are crazy.
The secret guards were dumbfounded. They were just a few pieces of paper. Why would they be treasured like this? According to the style of the Ninth Prince, no matter how precious the letters were, they would be burned after reading them so as not to leave any handle. So why did he keep them so carefully this time?
However, the master is the master. How can the servants know what the master is thinking, nor can they offer any suggestions? Even if the secret guards do not understand, they dare not say anything.
After the Ninth Prince put away the letter, he spread out a piece of paper, ground it himself, and wrote:
Holding your hand, I will take everything you have in this life; giving you everything I have, I will promise you happiness for the rest of your life.
Holding your long hair, I hold your love for you; holding your hand, I share our love for you for a lifetime.
These two plain sentences are actually a promise. Of course, the Ninth Prince knows very well that he has no pressure to keep writing love letters like this, but Feng Qingchen certainly can't do it because her reputation as a talented woman is too superficial.
The Ninth Prince thought about it, picked up his pen and wrote down the words...
Since that day, Feng Qingchen received letters from the Ninth Uncle every day. Sometimes they were in the medicine box, and sometimes they were at her bedside. It was like a treasure hunt, and every day of her life was filled with fun.
The first thing Feng Qingchen did when she woke up every day was to look for the letter from the Ninth Uncle. If she didn't find it, she would be in a low mood all day, and then she would worry whether the letter fell into the hands of others, or whether something had happened to the Ninth Uncle.
One day, she searched the house thoroughly but couldn't find the letter. When she went out, a gust of wind blew by. She thought it was a leaf and reached out to grab it, but it turned out to be a letter...
She was stunned on the spot, her heart pounding. She looked at Xia Wan and Dong Qing beside her with a guilty look on her face. Only after she was sure that the two had not noticed did she feel relieved, carefully hid the letter, and walked out calmly.
In her heart, she secretly blamed the Ninth Prince for playing by his own rules. Was he so sure that the letter would reach her hands? If it was picked up by someone else, there would be another storm.
Fortunately, her correspondence with the Ninth Prince was never discovered.
Of course, such frequent communications were only in the early stages. Later, they did not communicate every day, but a tacit understanding was formed between the two, that is, there must be a letter every now and then, even if it was just a message of safety.
Sometimes Feng Qingchen didn't worry when she didn't receive a letter from the Ninth Uncle, because she knew that the Ninth Uncle was busy. Unless she didn't receive a letter from the Ninth Uncle for more than half a month, and didn't receive any news from the Ninth Uncle, it meant that the Ninth Uncle was in trouble and couldn't send someone to deliver the letter.
The Ninth Prince's letter would start with a few words expressing his longing for Feng Qingchen, and end with some trivial matters, such as what he did today, or reminding Feng Qingchen to put on more clothes as the weather was getting cold, not to kick the quilt at night, and not to stay busy too late. These kinds of caring words.
These were ordinary words, but to Feng Qingchen, they were more touching than love words and warmed her heart. It was a good feeling to be cared for and remembered by others.
Because of the exchange of letters, the relationship between Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince progressed by leaps and bounds. After meeting in public, although they did not speak, a look or an action could convey their feelings to each other.
As the saying goes, beauty can lead to the downfall of a country. In the first few days of exchanging love letters with the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen was completely immersed in the love web woven by the Ninth Prince.
All day long, he either read the letters written by the Ninth Prince or thought about replying. Otherwise, he would stay in his room in a daze, and even walked with a floating look on his face. He was so abnormal that it was impossible for the people in the courtyard to pretend they didn't know.
The girl in their family looks like she is in love!
Chun Hui and the other three saw it and were happy in their hearts, but Tong Jue and Tong Yao were worried. The eldest master was not in the capital, so the one their young lady was thinking about was definitely not the eldest master.
For three whole days, Feng Qingchen was like an underage girl abducted by an uncle. She was completely lost in the love talk woven by the uncle and did nothing serious. Sun Sixing couldn't stand it any more and reminded her, "Master, in these three days, you must think about how to cure Mr. Cui's illness."
"Ah... three days?" Feng Qingchen suddenly woke up, as if waking up from a dream, her beautiful eyes widened.
It had been three days, how come she hadn't felt anything at all? In these three days, she seemed to have done nothing except reading and writing letters.
Ahhh... Feelings are indeed a harmful thing. She has no mood to work these days. Not only did she put Cui Haoting's illness aside, she also forgot about Ye Ye. This is a mistake she has never made before.
Feng Qingchen blushed as she met Sun Sixing's clear eyes. Feng Qingchen lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake: "Sixing, Master has been absent-minded these past few days. Master promises that he will not make the same mistake again. Let's go find Master Cui. I want to discuss the treatment plan with him."
"Master, are you sure you can go to work in your current condition? If not, it's okay for you to rest for two more days. I don't think Mr. Cui will care about what happens in the next two days." Sun Sixing looked doubtful.
He didn't know what Feng Qingchen had encountered, but he was sure that he didn't like Feng Qingchen like this. In his eyes, Feng Qingchen was calm, rational, and put patients first.
During these three days, Feng Qingchen seemed like a different person. He often had a dreamy smile on his face and never mentioned Cui Haoting at all. He seemed to be living in his own world.
Feng Qingchen took a breath and smiled at Sun Sixing: "Sixing, believe your master. Your master is not emotional. I promise that these three days were accidents. I will not do it again in the future."
After all, her self-control was still a little lacking, or perhaps she was still too young to withstand the Ninth Prince's love letter offensive. She would try her best to restrain herself in the future and would not indulge in love affairs all day long.
"Master, you don't have to be so serious. This is not a bad thing. You are still young." Sun Sixing was frightened by Feng Qingchen's seriousness and scratched his head embarrassedly.
He forgot that Feng Qingchen was just a little girl who had just turned sixteen. It was normal for a little girl to have such emotions. Which girl had never admired someone, and which girl had never had fantasies? Feng Qingchen's behavior was in line with her age.
Feng Qingchen felt guilty as if someone had seen through him. He laughed uncomfortably and changed the subject abruptly: "Okay, let's not talk about this. Let's go find Master Cui. I have already thought of a treatment plan and was about to discuss it with Master Cui. I need his consent. His disease is risky."
In modern times, bone marrow transplantation cannot guarantee a 100% success rate, let alone here, but she is confident that there will be no problems during the operation. As long as the stem cells are not rejected, there will be more than 90% success rate.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's clear eyes and seriousness, Sun Sixing knew that Feng Qingchen had recovered. He secretly admired Feng Qingchen for being so young but having much stronger self-control than the average person. Even his father couldn't have such strong self-control.
Thinking of his father, Sun Sixing's eyes were filled with worry. More than three months had passed, and there was no news at all from his father. The longer the time, the harder it would be to find someone.
Feng Qingchen didn't have time to pay attention to Sun Sixing's abnormality at this time. She was thinking about how to convince Cui Haoting to accept the treatment plan she proposed. She took this opportunity to review the medical plan again...