760 Shared Room, I Love You

When Wang Jinling was depressed and rushed back to his family overnight, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen seemed particularly comfortable. No one disturbed them along the way. The two of them rode on a horse together, galloping at the top of the horse, looking indescribably free and unrestrained. Occasionally, there were some short-sighted killers who wanted to take action, but they were dealt with in advance by the Ninth Prince's men.

After dark, the two walked for half an hour at night and found a relatively clean inn. When traveling away from home, the Ninth Prince couldn't ask for too much.

"A room." Before Feng Qingchen could do so, the Ninth Prince shamelessly and calmly asked for a room.

"Is one room enough? What if Jin Ling comes later and there is no room?" Feng Qingchen was not opposed to sleeping in the same room with the Ninth Prince. With the Ninth Prince around her, she didn't have to worry at all and could just sleep.

Besides, the Ninth Prince can’t do anything he wants when he is away from home.

Hearing the first sentence, the Ninth Prince's face darkened slightly, until Feng Qingchen said that the other room was for Wang Jinling. The Ninth Prince's face lightened up a little, and he said calmly: "One room is enough, Wang Jinling has returned to Dongling."

"Go back to Dongling? How can you be sure that he will go back to Dongling?" Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince walked towards the guest rooms on the second floor. The waiter who led the way bowed his head and did not dare to breathe.

There was nothing he could do. This man and woman were too powerful. Even in this cold weather, they frightened him so much that he broke out in a sweat.

"He's in a hurry to go back and get married." The Ninth Prince lied without changing his expression.

"What? Getting married?" Feng Qingchen stepped on empty air and almost fell down. Fortunately, the Ninth Prince was quick to catch her and said, "You are so old, but you don't even know how to watch your step."

After saying that, he confidently pulled Feng Qingchen's hand to prevent her from falling again. Feng Qingchen struggled for a while, but failed to break free and let the Ninth Prince hold her.

When the waiter turned around, he saw this pair of men with extraordinary temperament, who were so intimate with each other without caring about being seen by others. He almost popped his eyes out. This couple was too open-minded.

"I'm just frightened by what you said." Feng Qingchen said coquettishly. She didn't think the fault was hers and she arrogantly pushed the blame onto the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince raised his eyebrows: "What's so scary about what I said? Wang Jinling shouldn't get married. He's not a child anymore."

The Ninth Prince glanced at the waiter, and the waiter was so scared that he almost rolled down the stairs. He no longer dared to stare at Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince.

The waiter walked with his head down, and only came to his senses when he bumped into a door with a thud. He quickly pushed the door open and bowed, saying, "Two guests, this is your room."

"Get out." The Ninth Prince casually threw out a few copper coins and sent the waiter away, then continued to ask Feng Qingchen: "Why? Do you think Wang Jinling shouldn't get married?"

"Of course not." Feng Qingchen shook his head firmly: "Wang Jinling has officially taken over the Wang family. He should indeed get married. Only after getting married can people be convinced."

Get married first and then start a career. Even the emperor has to get married before he can rule the country. For a man, getting married means he has reached adulthood and that he is capable of supporting a family.

"You are right. Wang Jinling should have gotten married a long time ago. Wang Jinling's father has already chosen a wife for him. He can get married as soon as he returns." The Ninth Prince did not even blink. He spoke so naturally that Feng Qingchen could not doubt it.

"Which family is this lady from?" Feng Qingchen asked curiously.

"You care?"

"I'm just curious about whether there is any woman in the world who would marry a rich man without feeling inferior." How depressing it would be to face a face more beautiful than your own every day. A woman who is not good-looking would never have the courage to marry a handsome husband.

"What's there to be curious about? You will know when you return to Dongling." In fact, the Ninth Prince did not know who Wang Jinling's wife would be. In fact, he did not think that Wang Jinling would obediently marry a wife. He just wanted to bring Wang Jinling back to Dongling.

"Then let's wait until we get back to Dongling." Since the Ninth Prince didn't say anything, Feng Qingchen didn't want to ask more. After traveling a long way, she was tired, so Feng Qingchen turned around to make the bed.

Ahem... She actually has a slight obsession with cleanliness. She really doesn't have the courage to sleep on this kind of quilt and sheets that have been slept on by countless people, so...

Feng Qingchen took down the sheets and quilts and changed into the sleeping bag he brought with him. As for why he had to do it himself instead of ordering the Ninth Prince?

Can you imagine the extremely noble Ninth Prince doing these rough jobs? So Feng Qingchen accepted his fate and did it himself.

Alas…it’s self-deprecating to find a handsome man, but how about finding a noble and peerless man?

Ahem...Although the Ninth Prince admired the sight of Feng Qingchen working, he felt embarrassed for a man to keep watching his woman work without taking any action.

The Ninth Prince stood up and glanced at the copper basin and gray towel in the room. After hesitating for a moment, he decided not to wipe his hands. He really couldn't stand the dirty towel.

Squeamish!

Feng Qingchen made the bed and turned around to see the Ninth Prince's disgusted expression. She muttered in annoyance and turned around to take out the white towel she had prepared early in the morning.

The towel was sealed in a bag and was still wet before use: "Come here, I'll help you wipe it."

She waved to the Ninth Prince, motioning him to sit down. The Ninth Prince raised his eyebrows, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he sat down obediently, allowing Feng Qingchen to wipe his face and hands.

To be honest, Feng Qingchen didn't know how to serve others at all. He used a lot of force and his movements were very rough. The Ninth Prince felt his face burning with pain, but he endured it.

This atmosphere reminded him of ordinary couples. For a moment, the Ninth Prince felt his heart warm and his eyes sore.

Feng Qingchen, the woman he chose can go to the battlefield and work in the kitchen; she can fight against powerful officials and beat up playboys; she can save people with her left hand and kill people with her right hand.

In his eyes, Feng Qingchen had no flaws, and he was happy to see her being a little eccentric and willful occasionally.

After wiping his face, Feng Qingchen applied another layer of moisturizer on the Ninth Uncle's face. The sticky feeling made the Ninth Uncle feel very uncomfortable: "Uncomfortable."

What that meant was that he wanted Feng Qingchen to wipe it clean for him. He couldn't stand the greasy look on his face. If he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, the Ninth Prince would have done it himself.

But this time Feng Qingchen did not indulge the Ninth Uncle and patted him on the face: "Be good, just bear with it. Your face has been blown by the cold wind all day and is almost cracked."

The wind was biting cold, but the Ninth Prince protected her very well. However, his own hands and cheeks were red, swollen and cracked. No one did more or less. They were both silently giving to each other in their own way.

"Uh..." The Ninth Prince's forehead was full of black lines, and he stared at Feng Qingchen with displeasure. He thought she was nice just now, but how come she is so weak to praise? This girl is becoming more and more out of touch.

"Haha... Okay, okay, just bear with it a little longer, it will be done soon, and I'll reward you." Feng Qingchen chirped twice and gave the Ninth Prince a kiss on each cheek. The tone and action made the Ninth Prince feel that Feng Qingchen was coaxing a child.

The Ninth Prince reached out and hugged Feng Qingchen tightly, letting her sit on his lap. He stretched out his hands and pinched Feng Qingchen's cheeks, pulling hard, and Feng Qingchen's beautiful face was deformed by him.

Feng Qingchen rolled her eyes and slapped the Ninth Uncle away in annoyance: "My face is covered in dust, don't touch it."

This man is becoming more and more stingy. She just coaxed him like a child. Why did he pinch her face childishly?

"Yes." The Ninth Prince generously let Feng Qingchen go, and instead picked up the unused towel on the table and spread it out gracefully. Under Feng Qingchen's gaze, he calmly picked up the towel and began to wipe Feng Qingchen carefully.

His movements were gentle and his eyes were focused, as if he was wiping some priceless treasure. Feng Qingchen could not help but close her eyes and fall into the arms of the Ninth Uncle.

To paraphrase Wang Jinling, these two are so bored. You help me wipe it and I help you wipe it. It would be more efficient if we each clean up by ourselves.

But these two are happy, what can you do? They are happy to be in love with each other.