906 fester, one day you will fall into my hands

Ye Ye has never been a person who puts the overall situation first. When he suspected Feng Qingchen was the murderer, he led people to Feng Mansion in a hurry. He did not know how to use his advantages at all and wasted the opportunity to attack the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen.

Now that Xiling is believed to be the murderer, Ye Ye decides to rely on Dongling without much thought. In addition to wanting to use Dongling's help to stabilize Yecheng, he also wants to use Dongling's power to avenge the Lord of Yecheng.

Sure enough, after the emperor helped Ye Ye up, Ye Ye asked Dong Ling to help him get revenge. The emperor kept talking about attacking Xi Ling, but he did not promise what to do or how to do it.

"Xi Ling slaughtered the Lord of Ye City in my Dong Ling with the intention of destroying the relationship between Dong Ling and Ye City. This act is abominable and the perpetrator is worthy of death. My dear Lord Ye, please relax. I will never let Xi Ling go." The emperor sent Ye Ye away with just these words.

After Ye Ye left, the chief eunuch came forward flatteringly: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations, Your Majesty."

"It's too early to congratulate you now." The emperor said reservedly, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

With just a little trick, Yecheng was made to submit to Dongling. For the emperor, this was definitely a great achievement worthy of praise. After Ye Ye brought the coffin back to Yecheng and buried the Lord of Yecheng, Ye Ye would become a vassal of Dongling. The structure of the Kyushu Continent would no longer be four countries and nine cities, but four countries and eight cities. The emperor was the one who changed the structure of the Kyushu Continent. This was undoubtedly a signal...

"Your Majesty is wise, planning and making decisions thousands of miles away. With Lord Fu leading the charge, Your Majesty, don't even think about conquering Yecheng. Even Chucheng, Yuncheng and Liancheng are a matter of time." The chief eunuch figured out the emperor's intentions, and this compliment hit the nail on the head.

The emperor's smile widened: "Fu Lin is indeed my favorite general. Go to my private storehouse to pick out some good medicinal herbs and send them to Lord Fu."

If the emperor values ​​a person's performance, he will reward him!

That night, Fu Lin received a large reward from the palace. Seeing these rewards, Fu Lin understood that the emperor's goal had been achieved and his sacrifice was worthwhile.

"Ye Ye, I really overestimated you. You were taken down so easily. But it's good this way. This way you can live two more years. Being too smart is not a good thing for you."

Fu Lin sent away the eunuch who announced the decree. Just as he was about to ask the housekeeper to put the things away, he suddenly felt a pain in the wound on his foot. Fu Lin lost his balance and fell to the side. Fortunately, the servants reacted in time and supported Fu Lin to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"My Lord, what's wrong with you?"

"My leg, quick, doctor, please doctor." After the huge pain from the leg that was hit by the bullet, Fu Lin lost all feeling. His pupils suddenly dilated, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly lifted up his trouser leg.

The wound that had been stitched by the imperial physician had split open, and pus and blood were flowing down the calf. Within a day, the wound began to emit a foul odor. Even people who didn't know medicine could tell that Fu Tailin's injury was serious when they saw the wound.

The emperor valued Fu Lin and directly sent two imperial physicians who were good at treating external injuries to Feng Mansion. As soon as Fu Lin called for a doctor, the imperial physician would arrive.

No one in the Fu Mansion could sleep the whole night. After Fu Lin's wound was bandaged, it soon opened again and the pus and blood could not be stopped. Most importantly, Fu Lin had a high fever that wouldn't go away.

The imperial physician stayed up all night, but to no avail. As dawn approached, Fu Lin was feverish and unconscious. The imperial physician did not dare to delay and hurried to the palace to report, asking the emperor to send another imperial physician to treat him...

The Emperor sent the Imperial Guards to search the Feng Mansion but to no avail. The Imperial Guards who were monitoring Feng Qingchen outside the Feng Mansion automatically withdrew. However, without the Emperor's order, the people in the Feng Mansion did not dare to go out casually, and ordinary people did not dare to come to the Feng Mansion for fear of getting into trouble.

Of course, this ordinary person definitely does not include the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince has never been an ordinary person, so when everyone was giving way to the Feng Mansion, the Ninth Prince came to the Feng Mansion in a grand manner, bringing the prince's ceremonial guard and laying out a red carpet that stretched for several miles.

When Feng Qingchen heard the news, he looked up at the sky silently. At Tong Jue's urging, he reluctantly changed into formal clothes and knelt outside the mansion with everyone in the Feng family to welcome them.

She hated it most when the Ninth Prince put on airs. Every time the Ninth Prince put on airs, she was the unlucky one. No matter it was windy or rainy, she had to kneel outside to greet him.

There were two hundred guards in the front row clearing the way. When the guards appeared, Feng Qingchen would kneel down.

"Greetings, Your Highness. May you live a thousand years, a thousand years, and a thousand years." Feng Qingchen knelt on the ground, counting down silently in his heart. When he counted to three hundred and twenty, the Ninth Prince's sedan chair stopped with a thump.

Wearing black boots with gold edges, a four-clawed dragon robe, and a white jade pendant, Feng Qingchen quietly raised his head to take a look, then quickly lowered his head again.

This was the standard attire for a prince, and the Ninth Prince rarely dressed like this. Seeing the Ninth Prince's attire, Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Prince had come on official business, under the order of the Emperor. Feng Qingchen collected his thoughts and responded calmly.

Feng Qingchen knew more or less the purpose of the Ninth Prince's visit, so she was not worried at all. After paying her respects, she followed the Ninth Prince into the Feng Mansion.

As the only owner of the Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen couldn't hide away. She had to sit down obediently, waiting for the servants to serve tea, waiting for the Ninth Prince to finish drinking the tea, waiting for the Ninth Prince to look at her enough, waiting for the Ninth Prince to finish pretending to be deep, and then...

The Ninth Prince still didn't speak.

Feng Qingchen silently glanced at the Ninth Uncle, and seeing that he had no expression on his face, she calmly looked away, her eyes on her nose, her nose on her heart, and happily recited "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". Anyway, since the Ninth Uncle didn't say anything, she was determined not to say anything. Under such a strong aura of the Ninth Uncle, if she spoke first, she would definitely lose.

Time passed quietly. The Ninth Prince was always patient. Not to mention a moment, even for ten days or half a month, he could keep silent. Feng Qingchen was not bad either, but compared with the Ninth Prince, she was three points weaker.

However, under the training of the Ninth Uncle, Feng Qingchen made obvious progress. Facing the low pressure from the Ninth Uncle, Feng Qingchen suppressed all kinds of restlessness in his heart, sat down obediently, calmed his mind and recited the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" silently.

The Ninth Prince is the best learning tool.

Feng Qingchen said silently in her heart. Although the Ninth Uncle did not show any expression, Feng Qingchen saw that the Ninth Uncle's fingers holding the cup were slightly raised. Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Uncle was dissatisfied.

Feng Qingchen didn't dare to be absent-minded again. He looked up at the Ninth Uncle, blinking his eyes and looking at him with anticipation, expecting him to speak first.

"Pah..." The Ninth Prince placed the cup on the table and said coldly, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"In reply to your Highness, I have nothing much to say." Feng Qingchen stood up and saluted to the Ninth Uncle, showing the respect and caution she would show when facing the Emperor.

"Are you sure?" The Ninth Prince tapped the table lightly, his anger hidden in his eyes.

Feng Qingchen lowered her head silently, avoiding the Ninth Uncle's seemingly casual but actually overbearing gaze.

She did a great job in the Yecheng incident. Even if the emperor and Fu Lin knew that she was the one behind it, so what? She has the ability to produce evidence.

She was being watched by the emperor's people the whole time, so what did Fu Lin's injury have to do with her...