1242 Reply, serious enough to ask the owner of the valley to come in person
Although the condition of the Eighth Prince was not serious, it was still very troublesome. Feng Qingchen worked until dawn to re-bandage the Eighth Prince's wounds. Before Concubine Xie Huang could say anything, Feng Qingchen apologized first.
"Your Majesty, it's Qingchen who didn't take care of me well, please punish me." Feng Qingchen was very straightforward and did not defend herself at all. Concubine Xie Huang indeed blamed Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen confessed his crime so readily, and she calmed down.
.
"Qingchen, don't say such things. Since ancient times, there has been no reason to guard against thieves all day long. You can't watch Xiaoba at twelve hours a day. If these two palace ladies want to cause trouble, you can't keep an eye on them. It's because I don't know people well."
Qing." Although she calmed down, Concubine Xie was still angry because her son had suffered so much, otherwise she wouldn't have even "this palace" come out.
Feng Qingchen did not explain anymore, but said that starting from today, she and Sixing would take turns checking on the little prince every other hour.
After hearing this, Concubine Xie nodded indifferently, neither happy nor angry. Feng Qingchen couldn't guess what Concubine Xie was thinking, but she could understand Concubine Xie's mood at this time.
How could a mother not be angry when her son suffered so much? Feng Qingchen touched her nose and could only admit that she was unlucky.
After exchanging words with the imperial doctor, Feng Qingchen took the medicine box and left. After Feng Qingchen left, the maid next to Concubine Xie whispered: "Why doesn't the empress let Doctor Feng take care of the little prince all day?"
These palace maids were dissatisfied with Feng Qingchen, who was busy taking care of the children of common people all day long. In their opinion, those children together were not as big as one finger of the eighth prince.
Feng Qingchen was really out of his mind, so he left the Eighth Prince alone and spent most of his time with those children.
"In the future, you are not allowed to say such words again." Concubine Xie Huang glanced at the palace maid coldly.
You think she doesn't want to, but Feng Qingchen can't give orders. Besides, the Eighth Prince himself has nothing to do, so asking Feng Qingchen to take care of him all day long is too much.
Let alone the eighth prince, even if the prince is sick, there is no reason for the imperial doctor to take care of him all day long.
The palace maid quickly bowed her head to apologize, and Concubine Xie waved her hand impatiently: "Go, bring my things here, I will sleep in the outer room."
Concubine Xie didn't believe anyone when such a thing happened, so she decided to take care of the eighth prince herself.
"Your Majesty, this is inconsistent with etiquette." The palace maid shook her head in fear, but Concubine Xie had already made up her mind: "There are not so many etiquettes outside the palace, so I will do as I say."
She tolerated it in the palace, but no one wanted her to tolerate it outside the palace. Her son was the most important thing.
Feng Qingchen walked out of the eighth prince's courtyard, slapped his sore shoulders, smiled bitterly, and walked towards the ward in the distance. After completing a round of inspection, he returned to his own courtyard.
Feng Qingchen couldn't be happy when something like this happened. Although she knew that some nurses in the hospital tended to abuse patients, she never thought that the two palace ladies would use the eighth prince to frame her.
Fortunately, she discovered it in time, otherwise the eighth prince's incision would have cracked and there would be problems with healing, and she and Si would be in trouble.
Dragging his tired body, Feng Qingchen casually took a shower and prepared to go to sleep together. However, when he came back, he found a letter pressed on the dressing table. Look at the envelope...
Feng Qingchen showed a faint smile, brushing away his previous depression, and happily opened the envelope.
Even if it was another letter scolding her, Feng Qingchen would not be angry. As long as she saw familiar handwriting, she would be happy.
Opening the letter... Feng Qingchen couldn't wait to read it. Seeing the content inside, the smile on his face became even bigger.
It’s not a rebuke, it’s a compliment. Uncle Nine Emperors praised her.!
When Feng Qingchen saw the last paragraph, he was stunned and the smile on his face froze. He stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, as if he didn't believe what he saw.
Such explicit words were written by Uncle Nine Emperors?
I miss you twelve hours a day. This is really not something Jiuhuangshu would say, but...
Feng Qingchen confirmed again and again that this was definitely the handwriting of Uncle Nine Emperors, and these words were definitely written by Uncle Nine Emperors to her.
Ahhhh...so happy!
Feng Qingchen was so happy that she didn't know what to do. She pressed the letter to her heart. She found that her heart was beating fast, her blood was flowing backwards, and uncontrollable joy surged out of her heart. Her whole body seemed to be overwhelmed by this joy.
Feng Qingchen wished she could fly to Jiuhuangshu immediately and tell him that she missed him too. Whenever she closed her eyes, her mind would be full of Jiuhuangshu.
This letter, especially the last few sentences, not only made Feng Qingchen shake off the depression he had felt just now, but also made his whole body feel as energetic as a shot of chicken blood, without any trace of the tiredness he felt just now.
Feng Qingchen sat in front of the dressing table and read the letter carefully again. The more she read, the more beautiful it became in her heart.
According to Jiuhuangshu's sultry personality, it is not easy to write such a letter. She must keep this letter and laugh at him when Jiuhuangshu comes back...
Feng Qingchen thought happily, and in order to keep the letter safe, Feng Qingchen directly activated the smart medical bag and put the letter in the smart medical bag.
This way it won't fall off and can be taken out at any time.
Feng Qingchen was in a good mood, not feeling sleepy at all. He put on a coat and walked towards the study. Even the secret guard could feel the joy and joy around him.
"Spring is here." A certain secret guard pretended to be profound. As soon as he finished speaking, another secret guard knocked him down: "What spring, it's almost autumn. The girl saw the master's letter.
That’s why I’m so happy.”
The secret guard who was pretending to be sophisticated was not angry when he was beaten. He just looked at him with disdain, and his eyes seemed to say: uneducated, how terrible.
Feng Qingchen came to the study to write a reply to Uncle Jiuhuang. She was not as organized as Uncle Jiuhuang in writing. She went on one by one. Feng Qingchen wrote wherever she thought. The whole article was
The trivial matters in life and every line of the words reveal my longing for Uncle Nine Emperors.
The more Feng Qingchen wrote, the happier she became. She accidentally wrote five pieces of paper. When she saw that the ink was almost dry, Feng Qingchen stopped writing and stopped herself from writing.
After finishing the last sentence, Feng Qingchen thought about it and wrote with the last bit of ink:
My heart is strong, your heart is strong, even the stone can penetrate the heart of each other. It is difficult for anyone to meet each other.
In front of the small window, the moon is full of beauty, and the jade is trapped in the soft flowers, sleeping on the pillow. Tonight, the moon is full.
No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you to come back!
When the ink was dry, Feng Qingchen closed the envelope. Looking at the bulging envelope, Feng Qingchen felt quite embarrassed and her ears were slightly red.
She didn't know if the secret guard who delivered the letter would laugh at her, but she couldn't bear to delete it, let alone rewrite it.
Gritting her teeth, Feng Qingchen decided not to care what the secret guard thought. Feng Qingchen put the letter on the table and waited for the secret guard to pick it up. Anyway, she didn't know the secret guard was laughing at her.
Not long after Feng Qingchen left, the secret guard who delivered the letter came in to pick up the letter. When he saw the thick letter, the secret guard was embarrassed: Do you have so much to say? Miss Feng was not afraid of tiring them.
After Feng Qingchen finished writing the letter, the excitement in his heart had almost dissipated. After the excitement, he felt even more tired. Although it was already dawn, Feng Qingchen decided to go to bed, but...
"Miss, the master of Xuanyi Valley is here." Tong Jue stood guard at Feng Qingchen's door, and immediately stepped forward as soon as he saw Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen's drowsiness was driven away again, and he cheered up and asked: "Master of Xuanyi Valley, what did he say you were here for?"
Feng Qingchen had a bad premonition that the Valley Master was most likely here because of Zhai Dongming's illness, but... was Zhai Dongming's illness serious enough for the Valley Master to come in person?