Uncle Nine Emperors had just returned to Beijing, so he was naturally very busy, but no matter how busy he was, he would leave the palace at night. After Feng Qingchen came out of the teahouse, he went to the Nine Emperors Mansion.
Feng Qingchen didn't want to be told anything like "from now on the king will not come to court early" again. She had no interest in being a witch who brought disaster to the country.
"Sir, the girl is waiting for you at the palace." Uncle Nine Emperors had just finished talking to the ministers, but before he could change out of his armor, the palace servants took advantage of the opportunity and stepped forward to report Feng Qingchen's movements.
"Yes." Uncle Nine Emperors responded. Although there was no unnecessary expression on his face, the palace man knew that Uncle Nine Emperors was in a very good mood.
Sure enough, Uncle Nine Emperors explained a few important points, left the ministers who were discussing how to celebrate the victory, and went back directly to his residence.
"Your Majesty, Miss Feng is in the room. Looking at Miss Feng's expression, she seems to have something on her mind." The butler stepped forward, took the helmet from Uncle Jiuhuang's hand, and quietly told Uncle Jiuhuang what he had observed.
"Yes. I want to take a bath." Uncle Nine Emperors seemed not to have heard, and there was no hesitation in his steps.
The housekeeper knew that Uncle Nine Emperors had a countermeasure, so he said no more. While Uncle Nine Emperors were bathing, he ordered the kitchen to prepare midnight snacks and hot water in case of emergency.
As an excellent steward, one must be good at observing people's actions and make all preparations in advance. The prince must have been in the army for more than two months and must have been exhausted.
Perhaps it was a habit he had developed in the military during the past two months. Uncle Nine Emperors bathed more than twice as fast as usual, and walked out with his hair only half-dry.
Uncle Nine Emperors was not afraid of the cold. He only had a thin undershirt on his body and his long, wet hair was hanging loose behind him. Uncle Nine Emperors just opened the door.
Feng Qingchen was leaning on the bedside reading a book. When he heard the movement, he looked up suddenly. He rarely saw the disheveled appearance of Uncle Nine Emperors. Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
"Wearing so little, you're not afraid of catching a cold." Feng Qingchen forgot what he wanted to ask, and quickly got out of bed, holding the hand of Uncle Nine Emperors: "As expected, my hands are cold, and my hair is wet."
Feng Qingchen frowned slightly, with a worried look on his face: "Why didn't you let the servants serve you?"
"I'm not used to it." Uncle Nine Emperors let Feng Qingchen pull him in, and at Feng Qingchen's signal, he sat down obediently. Where Feng Qingchen couldn't see him, his deep eyes flickered, full of emotions.
It's all smiles.
"Don't make fun of your body if you're not used to it." Feng Qingchen took a thick cloak and put it on Uncle Nine Emperors' body. He also brought a clean towel to twist Uncle Nine Emperor's hair.
Uncle Jiuhuang remained motionless, letting Feng Qingchen do what he wanted. When his hair was about to dry, Uncle Jiuhuang put his head back and leaned against Feng Qingchen's abdomen. Feng Qingchen was startled for a moment, but the next second he remained motionless. The movement of his hands
It was also a bit gentler.
She knew that this man was tired.
Uncle Jiuhuang seemed to be enjoying it very much. He closed his eyes and said in a low and slow voice: "In the army, I don't have the time or energy to pay attention to these things. I always fall asleep covered in blood and wake up covered in blood."
"This battle was very hard?" Feng Qingchen looked at the thin face of Uncle Nine Emperors with distress, and the dissatisfaction with Uncle Nine Emperors in his heart also subsided a little.
No matter how rational a woman is, she cannot help being emotional when facing the man she loves.
"Well... the Beiling people are good at fighting. Both sides have equal strength. Everyone has no reservations and fights to the death." Because he was on the battlefield, the Beiling people wanted to capture him alive or kill him, so they were more brave than usual.
This battle was extremely difficult to fight.
"I almost thought I wouldn't see you." This is not an exaggeration. Swords and swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and Uncle Nine Emperors is not someone who can only sit in the back and point fingers. Uncle Nine Emperors, like the generals in the army, takes the lead in the charge.
, even harder than ordinary soldiers.
He is the regent who personally conquered the country, and his representative is Dongling. He cannot lose, nor can he be weak.
"Are you injured?" Feng Qingchen was startled, and quickly threw away the towel in his hand, ready to untie Jiuhuangshu's clothes, but was held down by Jiuhuangshu: "No, it was just an ambush.
"
In the end, he fought his way out alone. There were corpses under his feet, and his eyes were blood-red. For a time, he thought he was back in the mass grave.
"No injuries, just fine." Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Uncle Nine Emperors from behind: "In the future, try not to go to the battlefield in person."
"No more." He is not a general, and there is no need to lead troops in and out every day. This battle is enough for him to intimidate other countries, and Beiling will not dare to send any more troops in a short time.
"I won't let you worry from now on." Uncle Nine Emperors held Feng Qingchen in his arms, coaxing Feng Qingchen like a child: "It will be over soon."
Feng Qingchen nodded and remained silent in Jiuhuangshu's arms. Jiuhuangshu didn't move either, and the room was silent.
After a while, Feng Qingchen rubbed his head in Jiuhuangshu's arms, and said in a low but determined voice: "Nineuhuangshu, can we talk about it?" Some things can't be solved by avoiding them, and they can't be explained clearly.
If anything, this matter will always be a knot in her heart. Every time she thinks about it, she can't help but doubt it.
"What are you talking about? Those rumors outside? Don't worry, everything is under my control." Uncle Nine Emperors had already prepared, so naturally he was not worried about Feng Qingchen asking.
Before planning this matter, Uncle Nine Emperors had thought of various possibilities. It was inevitable that Feng Qingchen would be suspicious and ask questions.
"Those rumors were put out by my king."
"I knew it was you." Feng Qingchen was not surprised when she heard the news. She just asked curiously: "Is everything going as you think now?" She wanted to know what Uncle Nine Emperors was planning.
When this happened, did you ever think that the situation would turn out like this?
"Within control." Uncle Nine Emperors had never thought that everything would develop as he expected, as long as he could control the overall situation. As for the rest... Uncle Nine Emperors didn't care.
"So, are the rumors about your mother being a princess from the previous dynasty true or false?" Feng Qingchen spoke slowly, word by word.
"She told me personally that she was the princess of the previous dynasty." Uncle Nine Emperors spoke slowly, with a hint of melancholy in his voice, which made people want to give him some comfort.
The words of Uncle Nine Emperors are extremely confusing.
As soon as Uncle Nine Emperors was born, Mrs. Min faked his death. It was impossible to know about Mrs. Min. Not long ago, Mrs. Min appeared and recognized Uncle Nine Emperors. Literally speaking, Uncle Nine Emperors also only recently learned from Mr. Min.
People learned about this.
As for whether it is true or not, this is not a question that Jiuhuangshu can answer, but obviously Jiuhuangshu does not care about this, so he will bring this matter out without any worries.
"Mrs. Min...is she really the princess of the former dynasty?" Feng Qingchen jumped up from the Nine Emperors Uncle and looked at the Nine Emperors Uncle without blinking.
Uncle Nine Emperors did not look or speak, but looked at Feng Qingchen quietly, with a calm expression that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Feng Qingchen's mind was running rapidly, and she thought about the matter clearly without the need for Uncle Nine Emperors to say anything. At the same time, she was certain that Mrs. Min was indeed the princess of the previous dynasty, because...