817 Love, have enough patience
It's great to have power. Feng Qingchen said that he was jealous. Although the Ninth Prince usually kept a low profile, his casual exposure made people understand the difference between aristocrats and nouveau riche. 【!
Compared with the Ninth Prince, she is simply weak. No matter how rich and powerful she is, she cannot get the things in the jade pool. She really wants to know how the Ninth Prince got so much jade.
Bringing water from outside the city and burying pipes underground was an extremely large and complicated project. She had always thought that the Ninth Prince was a man who knew how to enjoy life, but she had never imagined that he would be so extravagant that he would spend countless money and manpower just to build a hot spring.
"Miss." The maid saw Feng Qingchen in a daze and did not laugh at her. In fact, anyone who entered the jade pool would be impressed by the generosity of the Ninth Prince. For example, when they came in to tidy up the jade pool before, they were almost scared to the ground.
After seeing that the floor was paved with jade, the two of them did not dare to take another step forward. Instead, they went back to bathe again and change into clean clothes before daring to come in.
The fairyland of Yao Chi is just like this, and very few people can see this jade pool. Apart from the Ninth Prince, only the servants who clean the pool can enter the jade pool. Even the emperor has never entered.
"Ahem." Feng Qingchen waved his hand uncomfortably: "All of you please leave. We don't need you to serve us here anymore."
It's terrible to be so ignorant. Feng Qingchen blamed this on the Ninth Uncle. If it weren't for the Ninth Uncle, she wouldn't have been so embarrassed.
The maid really didn't dare to stay here and ruin the Ninth Prince's good deeds, so without waiting for Feng Qingchen to say anything, the maid quickly retreated and left in an instant.
As soon as the maid left, Feng Qingchen couldn't wait to take off her clothes and slipped into the pool. The warm water spread through her limbs, making Feng Qingchen hum comfortably.
The water in the pool was not deep, just enough to cover Feng Qingchen's shoulders, but the water level should have been calculated by the servants, otherwise it could have been raised by another seven to ten centimeters.
Feng Qingchen once again felt sweet in the heart because of the Ninth Prince's thoughtfulness. The Ninth Prince's unintentional little actions always made people's hearts move.
The pool was very large, no smaller than the indoor swimming pool she had seen in her previous life. Feng Qingchen soaked in it and then swam back and forth twice in the hot spring.
One cannot soak in a hot spring for too long, otherwise one will easily suffer from hypoxia. Feng Qingchen took a short rest by the pool, stepping his feet back and forth on the ground. The jade scriptures under his feet were carefully carved by the craftsmen, and they would not be slippery or hurt his feet when he stepped on them. Instead, he felt very comfortable, with a bit of the feeling of a foot massage.
Her breathing gradually steadied as Feng Qingchen walked up the jade steps. She was the only one in the jade pool, so she didn't mind exposing her body at all. No one could see it anyway.
Picking up the large towel hanging beside him and simply wiped his hair, Feng Qingchen casually wrapped the towel around himself and walked towards the jade couch beside him. Chilled wine and fruits had already been placed beside the couch.
Feng Qingchen lay on the jade couch on her side, exposing her smooth back to the weather, eating from the fruit plate with a small silver fork to replenish her water.
The temperature in the jade pool was very pleasant, and Feng Qingchen didn't feel cold at all. After swimming one or two laps, Feng Qingchen didn't want to move for a while. She held a glass of iced bayberry juice, sipping it in small sips, muttering that if someone could rub her back, her life would be perfect.
"Want a back rub?" As the Ninth Prince walked in, he heard Feng Qingchen's muttering. Don't blame Feng Qingchen for not being too alert, blame the Ninth Prince for not making any sound.
The Ninth Prince had let his long hair down early on. Apart from his outer coat, shoes and socks, he was barefoot and only wore a loose bathrobe-like thing.
With his long hair loose and his robes fluttering, he had elegant manners and a relaxed look. Unlike his usual serious demeanor, the Ninth Prince now exuded a dashing and free-spirited aura.
As for whether the Ninth Prince was wearing any clothes inside, no one knew. Anyway, the Ninth Prince was standing there, and except for his feet, all other parts of his body were wrapped tightly.
Hearing this, the Ninth Prince Uncle quietly moved in the white smoke in the room and came behind Feng Qingchen. Seeing Feng Qingchen lying on the jade couch with a satisfied look on her face, the corners of the Ninth Prince Uncle's lips also rose.
He slowly squatted down, knelt on one knee behind Feng Qingchen, and brushed his clothes. The Ninth Prince did not feel awkward at all. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to serve Feng Qingchen well. However, before he could do anything, Feng Qingchen discovered him.
"Who is it?" Feng Qingchen was not too panicked and asked lazily. It was obvious that she trusted the person behind her very much.
That makes sense. This is the Ninth Prince's Palace. The only person who can come in at this time is the Ninth Prince's Uncle. Most importantly, the Ninth Prince's Uncle will not let anyone else in at this time.
The reason why she asked even though she knew the answer was because Feng Qingchen was unhappy. If she was seen by the Ninth Prince like this, it would be like packing herself up and sending herself to the Ninth Prince's bed.
How abominable! She knew it was not easy to take advantage of the Ninth Prince Uncle and it was not easy to soak in the Ninth Prince Uncle’s hot spring.
"Since you already know, why are you still asking?" The Ninth Prince glanced at the scar on Feng Qingchen's back, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.
"Dong Lingjiu, I knew it was you." Feng Qingchen straightened his body, which had just relaxed, again. He resisted the urge to look back. With a click, Feng Qingchen took a heavy bite of the silver fork, as if he wanted to bite it as if it were the Ninth Prince.
"Who else dares to come in except me? Lie down obediently. You want someone to rub your back, right? There are no servants here. I will serve you myself." After saying that, he turned Feng Qingchen over and made her lie on the jade couch without caring whether she was willing or not.
"Will you serve me?" Feng Qingchen did not refuse. What was supposed to happen would happen anyway, and it would be a good thing to enjoy it before it happened.
"What? You don't believe it?" The Ninth Prince proved his words with his actions.
He placed his hands on Feng Qingchen's back, pressing down neither too hard nor too lightly. The scar on Feng Qingchen's back had faded a lot after this period of treatment, leaving only a faint mark. However, every time Jiu Huang Pi touched the scar, there would still be a trace of heartache in his eyes that he himself was not aware of.
Although it was the first time for him to serve someone, the Ninth Prince had a good grasp of the strength and acupoints. Feng Qingchen's tense body gradually relaxed, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the Ninth Prince's service.
"The force is just right. Have you learned this before?" Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Prince had planned this and she couldn't escape.
Things will work out when the time comes. If she continues to struggle, it will be hypocritical. She should be more generous. It's not the first time for her to have sex. It's not her style to be shy every time.
"Who do you think has this honor?" The Ninth Prince saw Feng Qingchen slowly relax and his size was getting bigger and bigger. His palms would originally stop at the waist, but now they stopped between the thighs.
"Haha, it's my honor." Since no sensitive parts were touched, Feng Qingchen didn't pay attention. She hummed and let the Ninth Prince's big palm slide over every part of her back.
After being pressed by the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen felt that all the fatigue of the day and night had disappeared. Even if there was a tiger in front of her, she could kill it.
Feng Qingchen was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep. In fact, she was indeed in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. She was very relieved to leave herself to the Ninth Uncle...