571 Take off your clothes and lie down. It is not easy to please the Ninth Emperor Uncle.
Feng Qingchen was injured, and the Ninth Prince was with his soldiers, so it was inconvenient for him to enter the city. So the group camped outside the city. Feng Qingchen's tent was next to the Ninth Prince's. The servants had already prepared hot water and clean clothes for Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen learned that the Ninth Prince had met Fu Lin and Wang Jinling outside the canyon and had settled them down, and he felt completely relaxed. With the Ninth Prince around, what was there to worry about?
No matter how big the problem is, it can be solved as long as the Ninth Prince takes action.
Looking at the bathtub that was emitting white smoke, Feng Qingchen wanted to take a hot bath, but due to the injuries on his back and thighs, he didn't dare to move. He could only wipe them reluctantly to make himself less dirty.
Smelling the sour odor on her body, Feng Qing admired the mysophobic Ninth Uncle. How could he bear to hold her for so long? When she thought of the Ninth Uncle returning to the tent and desperately washing his body, Feng Qingchen laughed happily.
When the Ninth Prince was depressed, she was happy.
This smile turned into sorrow, and the wound on her thigh was torn. Feng Qingchen felt pain and instinctively shrank her body, hitting the wound on her back. The pain made Feng Qingchen's eyes red.
Damn, could she be any more unlucky?
Feng Qingchen was not in the mood to continue washing. She washed her hair quickly and wrapped it up to prevent the water from her hair from falling on the wound. After bathing, Feng Qingchen only put on an outer coat besides her underwear. From a distance, she looked elegant and free and easy, with some of the Wei and Jin style.
There was no way. The wound on Feng Qingchen's thigh had never healed. When she was with Wang Jinling, she had to cover herself tightly even when sleeping. The wound on her back extended from the collarbone to the waist, and there was no way she could put on clothes.
Feng Qingchen took out medicines and instruments from the smart medical kit, and asked her servant to call a military doctor through the curtain, preferably a female doctor, as her wound was on her back and she needed help. However, instead of receiving the servant's response, she heard the voice of the Ninth Prince ordering the servant to leave.
"Ninth Uncle?"
Seeing the Ninth Prince come in, Feng Qingchen hurriedly pulled her clothes tighter, looking embarrassed.
The Ninth Prince glanced at Feng Qingchen, pretended not to see Feng Qingchen's actions, and walked in without looking away.
Why are you covering it? I have seen it everywhere. Isn't it a little late to cover it now?
"Yeah." Although he was angry, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but respond softly when he thought of the injury on Feng Qingchen's back.
Feng Qingchen laughed dryly, and seemed to feel that her actions were a bit redundant, but she did not let go of her hands. Not only that, she pulled her clothes tighter, wrapping herself tightly.
When the wound was touched by clothes, Feng Qingchen felt so much pain that her heart was wrenched. However, when she met the scrutinizing eyes of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen smiled brightly, as if the wound did not hurt at all.
In fact, she just didn't want the Ninth Prince to see the injuries on her body. In addition to the wounds on her back, there was also a bruise on her waist and the festering inner thighs. It can be said that there was no intact part of her body except for her face and hands that were exposed. Even the soles of her feet were injured.
She believed that the Ninth Prince would be angry if he saw her like this. If she were in his shoes, and saw the Ninth Prince injured like this, she would definitely blame him for not being careful while applying medicine for him with heartache.
When the Ninth Prince saw the injuries on her body, he would not say anything even if he felt heartbroken. He would only blame her and then become very angry.
She hasn't even made the Ninth Prince happy yet, and if another thing happens, she'll really cry.
Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen's plan was doomed to fail. The Ninth Prince came over at this time just to apply medicine to Feng Qingchen. If it wasn't for the fact that his original clothes were dirty and he had to go back to his tent to change clothes, the Ninth Prince would have come long ago and would not have allowed Feng Qingchen to bathe by herself.
It's not like he hasn't done these things before. Although no one these days is like him, taking care of these trivial matters for women, he is happy to do so!
The Ninth Prince raised his eyes slightly and looked at Feng Qingchen from beginning to end. Apart from feeling that Feng Qingchen was weird, he didn't find anything else unusual.
The Ninth Prince did not think any more and pointed at the low couch on the left. He said without giving Feng Qingchen time to refuse, "Take off all your clothes and lie down!"
After he said this, the Ninth Prince realized that he had said the wrong thing because he was too worried. But the words had already been spoken and it was too late to change them. The Ninth Prince kept a gloomy face and pretended that he had not made any mistake.
Even if there was a mistake, it was not his fault. It was all caused by Feng Qingchen. He had never made a slip of the tongue before.
"Ah? Take off your clothes and lie down? Ninth Uncle, you can't do that..." Feng Qingchen's face twisted: "Ninth Uncle, I'm still injured. What's more, it's broad daylight now, and there are many people outside."
Feng Qingchen didn't know what the Ninth Prince was going to do, but she was sure that if she lay down, the injuries on her body would not be able to be covered up, so she deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of the Ninth Prince's words. Who made the Ninth Prince say such ambiguous words?
The three words "beast" were omitted in the middle, and Feng Qingchen didn't dare to say it.
Well, at this moment, the Ninth Prince's face was completely black, and his voice became even colder, with a high tone: "Feng Qingchen, what are you thinking about? Am I that kind of person? I really don't know what kind of messed up things you think about all day long."
Only Feng Qingchen has the ability to make the Ninth Prince so angry that he wants to kill someone, but he can't really kill her.
"Ah, so you don't want to." Feng Qingchen exclaimed. The Ninth Prince's face darkened, his ears turned red, and he snorted. He turned his back to Feng Qingchen and didn't say anything, clearly wanting Feng Qingchen to coax him. He looked like he almost had the words "I'm angry!" written on his face.
Feng Qingchen is going too far!
Well, she was wrong!
Feng Qingchen lowered his head, and moved step by step to the side of the Ninth Uncle, pulling the Ninth Uncle's sleeve, shaking...
The Ninth Prince's mood also fluctuated, and then... that little bit of dissatisfaction disappeared, but the expression on his face was three beats slower, still gloomy, as if Feng Qingchen owed him money and didn't pay it back.
"Okay, I was wrong, Lord Ninth Uncle, please forgive me. I shouldn't have let my imagination run wild and judge others by myself. I thought you missed me after not seeing you for so long. Well... It's because I miss you that I thought you felt the same way as I did." At the end of her words, Feng Qingchen's voice could no longer be heard, and her head was almost buried in her chest.
This was considered coy in the eyes of the Ninth Prince, but only Feng Qingchen herself understood that she was disgusted by herself.
As expected... shamelessness has no limit. She never thought that one day she would say such shameless words.
The Ninth Prince told himself to hold it together, he must hold it together, and never let Feng Qingchen know that he was no longer angry. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not suppress the smile on the corners of his mouth and between his eyebrows.
Ahem…
The Ninth Prince coughed lightly, so that Feng Qingchen would not hear the joy in his tone, and pointed at the couch and said again: "Unbutton your coat and lie down on it." This time, his tone was much softer, and there was a hint of coaxing Feng Qingchen.
At this point, if Feng Qingchen didn’t know what the Ninth Prince was going to do, he would be an idiot.
Feng Qingchen sniffed, her eyes red. She raised her head quickly, blinked back the tears, and said with a smile, "No need to trouble Uncle Nine. It's just a minor injury. I can apply the medicine myself. Don't forget that I'm a doctor. This kind of minor injury won't be difficult for me."
What's more rare is that the injury is on her back and she can't feel it.
"Really? Then who just ordered the servant to find a female doctor for you? Could it be that this king is not as good as a female doctor?" The Ninth Prince's words were full of threats. As long as Feng Qingchen dared to say yes, she would be dead.
A man who knows practical matters is a hero. Feng Qingchen has always considered herself a hero, so she is very practical. She quickly denied it and said that she did not mean that.
"If you don't mean to do that, just lie down. Don't force me to do it myself." The Ninth Prince emphasized the word "personally". Feng Qingchen felt cold all over and quickly let go of the Ninth Prince's sleeve: "I'll do it myself."
He took his time to unbutton his clothes, and walked towards the low bed, looking back every few steps. People who didn't know would think that the Ninth Prince was really going to do something, and Feng Qingchen refused to obey, but because of the Ninth Prince's authority, she had to obey...
Under the gaze of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen climbed onto the couch at a snail's pace, with a bitter and pleading face, looking at the Ninth Prince, hoping that the Ninth Prince could change his mind. Unfortunately, once the Ninth Prince had made up his mind, not even Feng Qingchen could change it.
No matter how slow, no matter how slow, there will be a moment when she can't drag it on any longer. Feng Qingchen really couldn't drag it on any longer, so she lay flat on the couch. The moment her legs touched the couch, she felt a piercing pain. Feng Qingchen almost jumped up from the couch, but when she met the eyes of the Ninth Prince, she held back and smiled at him.
This smile made the Ninth Prince laugh away all his anger. Although he couldn't understand why Feng Qingchen was unwilling to let him help apply the medicine, he finally attributed it to the fact that Feng Qingchen was embarrassed. Besides, he was happy to see Feng Qingchen look like a young wife.
"Take off your clothes." The Ninth Prince was in a good mood, so his tone changed from a violent storm to a spring breeze and drizzle. Although it didn't feel like a spring breeze, it was at least not that cold.
If she sticks her head out, she will be killed. If she hides her head, she will be killed. She is determined to fight.
Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth and took off his coat. The hideous wounds were coiled on his snow-white back. The purple spot on his waist was even more obvious against the backdrop of the wound and the snow-white skin.
"When did you get injured?" The Ninth Prince pressed the large purple patch, his deep eyes filled with gloom, making people feel intimidated.
"It hurts, be gentler." Feng Qingchen felt the pain and almost bit her tongue. It was just a small wound. It was nothing serious. When she was struggling, she had this kind of wound on her body every day. She was used to it.
"You know how to cry out in pain now, what were you doing before?" Although he said that, the Ninth Prince reduced his strength, and gently brushed the wound with his fingers, with a look of heartache...
When will this woman learn to put him first? When will she learn to take care of herself and not make him worry!
Feng Qingchen: You will never learn, so you have to worry about me all your life, take care of me all your life, love me all your life, spoil me all your life, and love me all your life!