Wu Fu and three beautiful women squeezed together at the doorway, trying to eavesdrop on some indecent sounds coming from inside the room.
But the room was completely silent.
Wu Fu said, "Could it be that I have misunderstood the Princess?"
Xi Liu said, "Are the two of them playing the game of restraint?"
Dan Yue said, "Isn't what we're doing a bit unfair?"
Mei Hua sighed, "Now that the master belongs to the princess, she can do whatever she wants to him. But it's broad daylight, isn't it embarrassing?"
"The bloodstains from last night prove that the two of them are already together."
"The princess must be on top."
"Nonsense, our master is not available. If our master were available, he would definitely be on top."
"The princess got a good deal."
"Knowing that only she can cure my leg, I have no choice but to accept it."
...
The group initially felt that Feng Qingcheng was not good enough for their master, but now that they realized only she could cure his leg, they had no choice but to reluctantly accept her.
However, the group still felt a little disappointed.
If their lord were still at his peak, no woman in this empire would be worthy of him.
Two hours later, Feng Qingcheng finally removed all the silver needles.
She was drenched in sweat, sitting on the edge of the bed, panting heavily!
She was exhausted.
I really want to rely on someone else.
But she can't.
If someone else steals the credit, how will she survive in the Prince An's mansion?
"Ah Cheng, you've worked so hard." Long Moyuan felt extremely sorry for him.
Feng Qingcheng said between breaths, "It's no big deal. I'll call Wufu in to help you put on your pants."
Anyway, this guy is shy, so let Wufu do it. She's tired and doesn't want to go through all that trouble.
Although she really wanted to pinch his thigh, she held back.
She is a law-abiding citizen. Although this man is her husband, he is not her husband.
Oh, he's the young lady's husband.
It's not hers.
After all, putting on pants is a skill, and she probably couldn't do it herself, so she had to let Wufu have it.
Feng Qingcheng opened the door and saw Qingfeng and the other three tumble in.
Feng Qingcheng was dumbfounded.
What's going on here?
Was it spying?
How could these people be so naive?
Wu Fu was the first to get up, and said awkwardly, "Your Highness, it's time for you and the Prince to have dinner."
Feng Qingcheng nodded. "Go help Long Moyuan put on his pants first."
Wu Fu, as if granted a pardon, immediately ran away.
Dan Yue and the others quickly got up and affectionately massaged Feng Qingcheng's shoulders, saying, "Your Highness, you've worked hard."
With beautiful women serving her, Feng Qingcheng naturally enjoyed herself immensely.
She couldn't help but smile. "It's alright."
After the two had dinner, Long Moyuan accompanied her to see Madam Feng and her son.
Madam Feng has woken up, but her most important thing is still swinging on the swing.
Fortunately, Long Moyuan had already ordered a swing to be made.
Feng Qingcheng chatted with her mother for a while, but felt that she was just talking to herself and found it boring, so she went to see her younger brother.
Feng Jingmo still had a slight fever. When she saw her sister, she immediately burst into tears, feeling wronged. "Sister, I'm in so much pain."
Feng Qingcheng felt extremely distressed and held him in her arms. This guy had always been afraid of pain since he was a child, and he had been whipped twice on the back, leaving two bloody welts.
"My dear brother, your sister has already avenged you."
"Really?"
"Yes, my sister whipped Feng Qingran and her daughter more than a dozen times."
Wow, sister is amazing!
"Your sister has already brought you to the Prince An's residence. No one will dare to bully you here."
"Waaah, that's great! I never want to see Auntie and those two wicked women, Feng Qingran, again."
"I will never let them bully you again."
"Has my sister resumed her cultivation?"
"Um."
"That's great!" The little guy stopped crying and started smiling.
Feng Chengcheng took out a piece of candy and gave it to him, saying, "Little brother, have some candy."
The little guy smiled and said, "Thank you, big sister."
Such a cute child, she will take good care of him from now on.
Long Moyuan brought the little guy some excellent ointment, which Feng Qingcheng examined and confirmed to be the best medicine for healing wounds.
Qingfeng said he bought it at a high price on the black market, and Long Moyuan scolded him for being too talkative.
Actually, Feng Qingcheng could also make this ointment, but she lacked the necessary herbs.
She's running low on pills, and unfortunately, her little pig is fast asleep, preventing her from accessing her spatial dimension to get more.
There are many good medicines stored inside.
This little pig, it just plays dead when it matters.
Although reluctant to part with her mother and younger brother, Feng Qingcheng eventually returned to her room with Long Moyuan.
Wu Fu, being mischievous, handed Long Moyuan over to Feng Qingcheng at the door.
"Your Highness, Afu will not go in and disturb your rest. Please take good care of the prince. Thank you for your help."
Those words are quite profound.
Even Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but blush.
But she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I understand."
Wu Fu slipped away incredibly fast.
Feng Qingcheng pushed Long Moyuan into the room.
Long Moyuan was probably shy, as he didn't say a word.
Feng Qingcheng couldn't find anything to say, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
The red candles flickered, and the room was stuffy and ambiguous.
The two stopped in front of the bed, and the air seemed to freeze.
After a long while, Feng Qingcheng, blushing, squatted down in front of Long Moyuan and said, "Ayuan, let me carry you to bed."
Long Moyuan's face turned red to his ears again. "I might be a bit heavy. Let's call him Wufu instead."
"He should be long gone, otherwise should I call Dan Yue and the others?"
"No." Seeing that she was about to leave, he quickly grabbed her.
He looked intently at her.
Bathed in the glow of the red candlelight, her face appeared even more alluring and captivating.
"Ah Cheng, I don't want any other woman to hug me except you."
This is terrible!
This environment, this atmosphere, these words—they're making one's mind wander.
Feng Qingcheng felt her face getting even hotter.
"Then, shall I hug you?"
The woman's breath was as fragrant as orchids, and a faint feminine scent wafted through the air.
Mo Longyuan took a deep breath, his eyes burning even more intensely.
She reached out and picked him up.
He wrapped his arms around her neck and breathed into her ear.
She felt like her ears were on fire.
Feng Qingcheng placed Long Moyuan on the bed.
“Acheng”.
Just as Feng Qingcheng was about to get up, Long Moyuan suddenly pulled her down into his arms.
Feng Qingcheng felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest!
Long Moyuan placed a burning kiss on her brow.
"Ah Cheng, you are so beautiful."
Feng Qingcheng felt that she was drunk.
It's over.
Is it because she never had a man in her past life that she now wants to have something happen with Long Moyuan, such as—dual cultivation?
Ptooey!
It's all that little pervert's fault!
Feng Qingcheng hurriedly pushed him away.
Long Moyuan's eyes darkened.
Feng Qingcheng was afraid that he would misunderstand and think she disliked him, so she blushed and explained, "A Yuan, don't misunderstand, your body is not suitable for strenuous exercise."
Long Moyuan lowered his head. "Yes, I know. Ah Cheng, are you tired today?"
"I'm quite tired."
"Then let's go to sleep."
Feng Qingcheng was truly exhausted. However, given the slight intimacy they had just shared—they almost kissed—she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
She slowly climbed into bed.
Long Moyuan had already lay down fully clothed and covered himself with a blanket.
Feng Qingcheng didn't dare take off her clothes, so she grabbed another quilt and crawled inside.
"Ah Yuan, goodnight."
"Goodnight, Ah Cheng."
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