576 This trick is hard to bear even though I know it is fake
"It hurts, Uncle Nine, please be gentle!"
There is no man who does not understand what this means. If this sentence is not enough, then the low and gentle coaxing voice that follows will confirm your guess.
"Don't move. I will be gentle."
The fact that a woman could make the Ninth Prince coax her was enough to prove that this woman was special in his heart.
Outside the tent, Wang Jinling's smile froze and he stood there stiffly. It took him a long while to come back to his senses. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which seemed both sarcastic and self-mockery.
He took a deep look at the tent in front of him, then moved his wheelchair and walked back as if nothing had happened, as if he had never been there.
Ninth uncle, don't you think it's a little too naive to use your moves on me? Do you really think I, Wang Jinling, am that stupid?
But... even though she knew it was fake, why did she still feel so uncomfortable? Was the only person who could make Feng Qingchen let go of his pride the Ninth Prince? Wasn't he capable of that?
Wang Jinling looked up at the dim sky, placed his right hand on his chest, silently feeling the orderly heartbeat to calm the bitterness in his heart.
Some things have to be done. The power of the family belongs to the family. Only what belongs to Wang Jinling belongs to Wang Jinling alone. From today on, he will no longer be the eldest son of the Wang family. He will be the one and only Master Jinling!
Fu Lin walked out of the tent and saw Wang Jinling in a daze. He walked forward with some confusion, stood beside Wang Jinling, and looked up at the sky like Wang Jinling.
"Is there anything in the sky?" It wasn't night yet, so one couldn't use the stars to check the celestial phenomena.
"Nothing." Wang Jinling noticed it the moment Fu Lin approached, but he pretended not to know.
There is a very strange aura about Fu Lin, which makes him not noticeable, but also not lost in the crowd.
"If there's nothing, then what are you looking at?" Although Fu Lin was talking to Wang Jinling, his eyes were on the direction of Feng Qingchen's tent.
To be honest, he was very interested in the ninth uncle whose surname was Dong Ling.
"Look at its nothingness, look at its ethereality, look at its inclusiveness." Wang Jinling had no habit of sharing his thoughts with others. Not to mention that Fu Lin was someone Qingchen had just met, even if it was Feng Qingchen he would not take the initiative to tell her what he was thinking, unless Feng Qingchen asked him, he would answer.
"I don't understand." This kind of peace of mind that comes from spiritual comprehension cannot be experienced without that state of mind. Although he has not spent a long time with Wang Jinling, Fu Lin knows very well that this man is definitely not as harmless as he appears.
The men around Feng Qingchen are more difficult to deal with than each other, and they all speak the truth.
"Not understanding is a blessing. Mr. Fu, you're fine. How about walking with me?" Wang Jinling subtly stopped Fu Lin from going to find Feng Qingchen.
Fu Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at Feng Qingchen's tent thoughtfully, and pushed Wang Jinling away.
A gentleman's conduct is to cultivate oneself in tranquility and to cultivate virtue in frugality. Without being indifferent, one cannot clarify his ambitions, and without being tranquil, one cannot achieve far-reaching goals. After more than 20 years of nurturing, the gentleman's demeanor has been engraved in Wang Jinling's bones, and he will not show it no matter how heartbroken or embarrassed he is.
Fu Lin wanted to watch the fun, but he was afraid he would be disappointed.
Ninth Uncle, look how good I am!
He would never let outsiders see what they shouldn't see, and he would never let Feng Qingchen's reputation suffer any more damage.
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Wang Jinling's mouth, and the bitterness went straight to his heart.
Wang Jinling was not the only one who felt bitter. When Bu Jingyun, covered in injuries, finally arrived at the Taroko Grand Canyon after a long journey, he found that the Ninth Prince had brought his troops to suppress the bandits, and was even one step ahead of him.
Bu Jingyun wanted to die. He wanted his contributions and the opportunity to redeem himself, but he didn't dare to say a word to the Ninth Uncle. After all, he was the one who came too late.
That night, when Bu Jingyun received the news from Lan Jiuqing, he immediately went to Xuanxiao Palace to investigate the affairs of the Palace Master, the Palace Master's wife, and the eldest daughter Xuanfei of Xuanxiao Palace. He also sent people to monitor the Xuanxiao Palace and report any unusual movements immediately.
Xuanxiao Palace is an old force in the martial arts world. Even if Bu Jingyun, a rising star in the martial arts world, rises rapidly, he will not be able to plant useful nails in Xuanxiao Palace.
During the past few years of operation, Bu Jingyun had only arranged a few peripheral disciples to go in. It was undoubtedly a difficult task to investigate the affairs of Xuanxiao Palace, but Bu Jingyun did not dare to complain. He left overnight and went to Xuanxiao Palace in person.
He must make amends for his crime. He now understands Jiuqing. Jiuqing has exactly the character of an emperor and his favorite thing to do is to vent his anger on others.
If he made a mistake, Jiuqing would definitely vent his anger on Baoer, so for Baoer's sake he had to work hard!
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Feng Qingchen didn't know about the conversation between Wang Jinling and Fu Lin outside, but that didn't mean that the Ninth Prince didn't know. Even if the Ninth Prince didn't know now, he would know later. After knowing this, the Ninth Prince just laughed.
Wang Jinling is indeed a gentleman, so he is bound to lose.
The kingdom and the beauty can never be obtained by using gentlemanly means. Gentleman's means are too gentle. Wang Jinling is a gentleman, he respects him, but a gentleman can only be a minister.
The education of emperors in all dynasties never taught them to be gentlemen. Instead, they were told to just be close to gentlemen. Being close to gentlemen does not mean that one has to be a gentleman himself.
Next, the Ninth Prince Uncle showed his ungentlemanly character to the fullest and protected Feng Qingchen tightly. They camped outside the city for three days, and Wang Jinling didn't even see Feng Qingchen. He only heard that Feng Qingchen had been slightly injured but is now fine.
Not only that, when the Ninth Prince gave the order to return to the city, the Ninth Prince directly packed up Feng Qingchen, stuffed it into his own carriage, and then stayed in the carriage with Feng Qingchen, and would not get off the carriage unless necessary along the way, making Wang Jinling feel that Feng Qingchen was so close to him, but it seemed as if she was far away.
For more than half a month, Wang Jinling had not had a chance to speak to Feng Qingchen except for occasionally seeing her and making sure she was okay. Moreover, he could only watch her from afar each time. Every time he saw her, the Ninth Prince was always beside Feng Qingchen.
Wang Jinling looked at Ninth Prince's actions and saw Feng Qingchen's unusual cooperation. He vaguely understood that it must be related to the fact that Feng Qingchen came alone to save him.
Wang Jinling was not in a hurry at first, thinking that the Ninth Prince was just being petty and making him unhappy. But as time went on, no matter how good-tempered Wang Jinling was, he couldn't help getting angry.
The Ninth Prince is really going too far.
The Ninth Prince could obviously send someone to send him back first, or notify the Wang family to pick him up, but the Ninth Prince insisted on taking him with him. He appeared in front of him every day, going in and out with Feng Qingchen, showing their extraordinary friendship.
Wang Jinling clearly knew that this was the Ninth Prince's trick and that he was deliberately provoking him. However, even though he knew it was a trick, he couldn't feel happy.
The Ninth Prince's trick was not very clever, but it was practical, especially for him. He was happy that Feng Qingchen came alone to save him, but the Ninth Prince poured a basin of cold water on his head.
He made the Ninth Prince unhappy for half a month, and it is estimated that the Ninth Prince will be unhappy for half a year, or even longer.
Faced with the Ninth Prince's childish behavior, Wang Jinling could only sigh inwardly, thinking that the Ninth Prince was too stingy. But other than that, he could do nothing else. He now had to rely on the Ninth Prince to send him back to the city.
Wang Jinling and Feng Qingchen were unhappy with the Ninth Prince's action. Her injuries were not serious enough to make her unable to move, but the Ninth Prince treated her like a cripple and carried her in his arms when getting on and off the carriage, as if she was dying of her injuries.
But every time she protested, the Ninth Prince always found a way to make her compromise.
The Ninth Prince did not bring up the canyon or her leaving the city without saying goodbye. Instead, he silently caressed her wound and said self-reproachfully, "If this wound leaves a scar, it will be all my fault. It's all my fault for not protecting you well."
Whenever this was mentioned, Feng Qingchen stopped talking and obeyed the Ninth Uncle obediently.
She knew very well that her injury would leave a scar and it was clearly her fault, but the Ninth Prince took all the blame on himself. Every time he saw the wound on her body, he blamed himself.
In addition, the Ninth Prince did as he promised. After saying that he believed in her and forgave her that day, he never mentioned her saving Wang Jinling and the canyon again. She brought it up tentatively, but the Ninth Prince didn't seem to mind. He was only focused on finding medicine and didn't want her to have a scar.
Ten days ago, the people below rode at full speed to fetch the Snow Lotus and Hundred Flowers Cream from the Imperial City, but due to Feng Qingchen's injury, the process was delayed for too long, and even the Snow Lotus and Hundred Flowers Cream that the Valley Master of the Divine Doctor Valley sold for a fortune was of no use.
The Ninth Prince wrote a letter to the master of the Divine Doctor Valley, asking him to bring better medicine. He was determined to remove the scars on Feng Qingchen's body at any cost.
Feng Qingchen watched as the Ninth Prince was willing to mobilize forces from all sides for her, and she just endured it silently without saying a word. Of course, she couldn't say anything either.
As a woman, she certainly didn't want to have a centipede-like scar on her body; likewise, as a woman, she couldn't refuse the kindness of the Ninth Prince...
At this time, please allow her to be weak occasionally, let her have a small dream, and be a little woman without worries, even if only for one day.
The Ninth Prince did not disappoint Feng Qingchen and gave Feng Qingchen a beautiful journey. Feng Qingchen rode at full speed and reached the Taroko Grand Canyon from the capital in less than ten days. But now they have spent half a month and have not even completed half the journey.
Most importantly, the Ninth Prince also brought up Wang Jinling, using the excuse that the eldest son was injured and not fit to travel, but everyone knew what the reality was.
The army continued to move forward. Wang Jinling sat quietly in his carriage. His dark eyes were as deep and silent as the past. No one knew what he was thinking...
Feng Qingchen lay on the Ninth Prince's lap, eating grapes, a very rare fruit in this season!
The main reason why it is rare is that the grapes were peeled by the Ninth Prince himself and he fed them into Feng Qingchen's mouth one by one. Feng Qingchen only needed to open his mouth.
"Puff..." Feng Qingchen spat the core into the small plate in front of her, shook her head at the Ninth Uncle, indicating that she didn't want to eat it anymore, and lazily climbed up from the Ninth Uncle and leaned back on the small couch.
After being pampered by the Ninth Prince for half a month, she became even lazier.
The Ninth Prince also clapped his hands reluctantly... His servants took the things away, brought him a golden basin for him to wash his hands, and then left quietly.
After washing his hands, the Ninth Prince took the snow-white handkerchief and wiped his fingers gracefully. He glanced at the woman who was leaning lazily on the small couch like a cat, and nodded with satisfaction.
All his efforts were worth it, and he finally kept Feng Qingchen obediently in the carriage.
Wang Jinling, you make me uncomfortable, I will never let you off easily...
Unfortunately, the Ninth Prince's plan changed immediately after he received the letter from the master of the Divine Doctor Valley!
I have only written one chapter, I will continue tomorrow...