Uncle Nine Emperors massaged very skillfully, the force was a little heavy, but it was not painful. There was a slight numbing feeling between the fingertips, and there was a vague burning feeling in the cold fingers. The soreness on the fingers disappeared quickly.
.
Feng Qingchen was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep. If the pain in her fingers could be relieved in such a short period of time, Feng Qingchen could be sure that the level of Uncle Jiuhuang was definitely higher than that of Lan Jiuqing. Feng Qingchen even doubted that.
Did Uncle Nine Emperors go there to learn it?
Feng Qingchen sniffed, okay, she admitted that this idea made her happy and secretly happy, but she is a rational person after all...
After being moved, Feng Qingchen's mind began to work rapidly again. The more she thought about it, the more strange she felt. Lan Jiuqing knew the technique of massaging acupuncture points. She could also understand that people who have been beaten all year round always have a way to relieve pain, but Jiu Qingchen knew how to massage acupuncture points.
How could the emperor's uncle do this?
Feng Qingchen couldn't understand, so he was too lazy to think deeply. There were some things that he couldn't think deeply about. If he thought too much, he would want to know more, and then he would be in danger...
Again, the more she knows, the faster she will die. She still wants to live a few more years. She doesn't want to touch the secrets of Uncle Nine Emperors at all. What she is interested in now is the way Uncle Nine Emperors rubs his fingers.
skills.
Feng Qingchen felt like a cat scratching her heart. She especially wanted to ask Uncle Jiuhuang how he knew this massage technique and if he could teach her. If Lan Jiuqing didn't teach her, Uncle Jiuhuang should be able to teach her. After all, Uncle Jiuhuang didn't rely on this.
Have a meal.
But the Nine Emperors Uncle seemed to know what she was thinking. Before she could speak, the Nine Emperors Uncle said: "If your hands get tired in the future, remember to tell me, and I will arrange for someone to come over if I am not around."
That is to say, from now on, the job of massaging Feng Qingchen's hands will be taken care of by Uncle Nine Emperors. Feng Qingchen should not try to steal it, and of course he will not teach it to Feng Qingchen.
"This..." is not good.
Uncle Jiuhuang raised his eyelids, glared at Feng Qingchen, and interrupted Feng Qingchen's words rudely: "Sit over here."
While speaking, Uncle Nine Emperors pushed the small table and chair in the middle to the side of the carriage, removing the only obstacle between the two of them, and motioned for Feng Qingchen to step forward, but...
The carriage was too big. Even if Feng Qingchen moved forward, the distance between the two would be nowhere. Feng Qingchen had tried his best to lean forward, but Uncle Nine Emperors was still dissatisfied.
"Sit here." Uncle Nine Emperors moved to the right, freeing up the space beside him.
Sitting side by side with Uncle Nine Emperors?
Feng Qingchen felt a lot of pressure and refused to get up, but she forgot that her hands were held by Uncle Nine Emperors. If Feng Qingchen didn't move, Uncle Nine Emperors wouldn't move on his own.
Feng Qingchen didn't notice when and how Uncle Jiuhuang exerted his force. He only knew that after a while of spinning, she had already sat next to Uncle Jiuhuang, and she was still right next to him.
He got too close and took a gentle breath, and the unique fragrance of bamboo on Uncle Nine Emperors came to his nostrils. I don’t know if Feng Qingchen was thinking too much or something was wrong, but Feng Qingchen always felt that there was something familiar about Uncle Nine Emperors.
The taste of medicine.
In order to confirm his suspicion, Feng Qingchen turned his head, approached Jiuhuangshu, and took a deep breath. Before he could distinguish the smell of Jiuhuangshu, Jiuhuangshu flicked her forehead: "Why are you so dazed?
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There was a "pop" sound, leaving a red mark on Feng Qingchen's forehead.
"Ouch." Feng Qingchen cried out in pain and forgot about his suspicions. He glared at Uncle Nine Emperors sadly and wanted to reach out to rub his painful forehead, but his hands were held tightly by Uncle Nine Emperors.
He couldn't pull it out no matter what, Feng Qingchen didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting his hand.
"Let go." I don't know if Feng Qingchen knew that her tone at this time was just like a little daughter's coquettishness, without any dignity at all.
Regardless of whether Feng Qingchen knew it or not, Jiuhuangshu definitely knew it. Jiuhuangshu finally had a smile in his eyes, his indifferent aura disappeared, and his whole person became much softer. He turned his face to Feng Qingchen.
On the forehead, he kissed gently: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
This was a tone of coaxing a child, but Uncle Jiuhuang's actions were not to coax a child. After Uncle Jiuhuang kissed him, he did not leave just yet. Instead, he gently licked Feng Qingchen's forehead. Feng Qingchen only
I feel a warmth on my forehead.
Boom... the blood flowed backwards, and Feng Qingchen was completely stunned. There was only one thought in her mind, and that was that Uncle Nine Emperors was kissing her.
Uncle Nine Emperors has lost his mind!
Feng Qingchen was more frightened than happy, and her whole body was stiff, motionless like a piece of wood.
Jiuhuangshu's move was by no means premeditated, it was completely accidental. Jiuhuangshu recalled that when he was a child, he saw the late empress using this method to coax the prince. Every time the prince fell ill, the late empress would kiss the prince's forehead, and then the prince would reveal his face.
A bright smile says it doesn't hurt anymore.
At that time, he was very envious of the prince. When he was a child, he practiced martial arts and had injuries all over his body. The pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep every day. Every day, he looked forward to having someone who could kiss him and relieve the pain on his body like the late empress did to the prince.
Let’s go, but there’s no such thing as…
No matter how seriously injured he was, there was no such person.
Later, when he grew up, he understood that when he was injured, it was not just a kiss that would stop the pain. But today, when he saw Feng Qingchen crying out in pain and having his hands busy, Uncle Nine Emperors was moved, and he bowed his head and kissed Feng Qingchen.
A kiss fell on Qingchen's forehead.
A kiss, although it will still hurt, will make you feel better.
But Uncle Jiuhuang forgot that he was not the first empress, and Feng Qingchen was not the prince. They were not children, and they were already past the age of being coaxed.
When the cold lips touched the delicate pink skin, Uncle Nine Emperors could not bear to move his lips away. In addition, Feng Qingchen did not resist, Uncle Nine Emperors became even more unscrupulous, and his lips went down his forehead...
At some point, Uncle Nine Emperors had let go of Feng Qingchen's hand, holding Feng Qingchen's waist with one hand, and holding the back of Feng Qingchen's head with the other hand, so that he could kiss him more easily...
Feng Qingchen's hand was also fixed on his waist by Uncle Jiuhuang. It was obviously autumn, but there was a sense of spring in the carriage.
Uncle Nine Emperors was not a master of sex, and his kisses were even a little jerky, but Feng Qingchen was so intoxicated that he couldn't bring himself to resist.
There was no lust in Jiuhuangshu's kiss, and there was no intention to blaspheme Feng Qingchen. His kiss was sacred and noble, but it softened people's hearts. At this moment, Feng Qingchen collapsed helplessly on Jiuhuangshu's side.
's arms.
The carriage was too small and the air was too thin. Feng Qingchen felt that her brain was severely deprived of oxygen. Not only was she unable to think, she also didn't know what she was doing.
The black eyes of Uncle Nine Emperors seemed to have magical powers and could suck people in. Feng Qingchen was deeply trapped in Uncle Nine Emperors' black eyes and could not extricate himself.
Her clear eyes were stained with a layer of mist, and her eyes were blurred and out of focus. Feng Qingchen felt as if she was stepping on clouds, confused as to whether it was a dream or reality.
At this time, Feng Qingchen was like a doll, at the mercy of Uncle Nine Emperors. The moment he wrapped his arms around Uncle Nine Emperors' waist, Feng Qingchen's mind rarely became clear, but all he could think of was: Uncle Nine Emperors's waist is really beautiful.
Perfect, she could just wrap her arms around it.
Numerous kisses fell on Feng Qingchen's face, either light or heavy. Looking at Feng Qingchen with red cheeks, Uncle Nine Emperors became playful and nipped Feng Qingchen's small nose...