497 Gentleness, the last feast of the West Courtyard
"Qingchen, are you happy that this king is gone?"
Of course he was happy, but looking at Uncle Nine Emperors looking like he was about to explode, how could Feng Qingchen dare to say anything? If Uncle Nine Emperors changed his mind because of this and insisted on staying, it would be troublesome.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I won't be able to live in the small courtyard in the West District for long. The Feng Mansion will be rebuilt and I will move out in a few days." This means that we are just walking in front and back, so don't mind.
Hearing what Feng Qingchen said, Uncle Jiuhuang felt a little better. Since leaving can't change it, it's better to find some comfort before leaving. Uncle Jiuhuang shook his bloody right hand: "My hand is injured.
Okay, give me a bandage and let me rest for one night. I’ll do it again tomorrow morning. Isn’t this too much to ask?”
The last word "ba" was drawn out. Although it was a question, Feng Qingchen was not given a chance to refuse.
It was only one night, but it was not too much. Of course Feng Qingchen would not make Uncle Jiuhuang unhappy because of such a trivial matter. No matter how she said it, she and Uncle Jiuhuang could still be considered a cooperative relationship. Offending Uncle Jiuhuang was too cruel.
Not a good thing.
Feng Qingchen asked Uncle Jiuhuang to go to the study. She cleaned his wounds. Uncle Jiuhuang had no objection. When leaving, Uncle Jiuhuang deliberately slowed down a few steps and made a gesture to the shadow guard in the dark.
Wei emptied the West District courtyard of all the people before it got dark. No matter what method he used, even if he used drugs to knock everyone down, it didn't matter. Before dark, he didn't want to see anyone in the West District courtyard. It didn't matter.
Someone who ruins his good deeds.
Anyway, after tonight, he will return to the Ninth Prince's Mansion, and no one will dare to do anything to him if his methods are more drastic.
The secret guard nodded expressionlessly. After the Nine Emperors Uncle left, the secret guard shook the tree violently in depression.
Master... It's not like you don't know who lives in this small courtyard in the West District, wuwuwu... the others are easy to deal with. What about the Master of the Miracle Doctor Valley and Cui Haoting? These two people are both powerful masters.
And, and...the guards in Prince Su's Mansion, how can they keep things in balance?
The secret guard banged his head against the wall, grabbed his hair, and wanted to die!
I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Although the injury on Uncle Jiuhuang’s right hand was not serious, it was very time-consuming to clean it up. The flesh on his finger was completely rotten and there were many tiny sawdust stuck in it. Feng Qing used the smallest tweezers to remove it.
The only way to take out the wood chips is to pick them one by one with a thin needle.
Forget about the scene of cleaning the wound while crying out for Uncle Nine Emperors. Forget about the injury that hurt Uncle Nine Emperors. Feng Qingchen is a doctor, and a field doctor at that. He has never seen any wounds before.
, Uncle Nine Emperor's injuries were just minor injuries in her eyes. When medical supplies were scarce, such injuries did not even need to be bandaged. They just flushed them with water, rinsed them clean, and then sprinkled some grass ash to stop the bleeding.
Feng Qingchen didn't think about whether it would hurt Uncle Jiuhuang at all. He just did what he wanted. After spending half an hour cleaning up the sawdust, Feng Qingchen applied medicine to Uncle Jiuhuang and took a clean gauze.
, wrapped in more than ten layers.
"Don't let the wound come into contact with water these days." This is a routine explanation and has nothing to do with care or worry.
"How many days will it take for you to recover?" Uncle Jiuhuang shook his hand. His right hand was injured and many things were inconvenient. Of course, the most important thing right now was that it was inconvenient to hold Feng Qingchen.
"The bandage can be removed in three to five days." Uncle Jiuhuang's injury was a flesh wound, not a muscle or bone injury. Feng Qingchen saw that Uncle Jiuhuang was unhappy, so she deliberately wrapped his hands into buns. If not
Uncle Nine Emperors is not easy to mess with. She also wants to draw some pigs on the bandage to see how profound and noble he is.
From the beginning to the end, Feng Qingchen was serious. Uncle Jiuhuang never thought that Feng Qingchen would play tricks on him, so he didn't think much about it and sat there, watching Feng Qingchen clean the medicine tray.
Feng Qingchen had just packed up and was about to remind Uncle Nine Emperors that it was time to go out when Chun Hue came to report: "Your Majesty, Miss, it's time to eat."
"Dine with me." Jiuhuangshu took the opportunity to say. Seeing that Feng Qingchen was not very happy, Jiuhuangshu added: "This is the last lunch that I will eat here, what's wrong? Qingchen
Are you not willing to have this last lunch with me?"
By specifically emphasizing the words "last meal", Uncle Nine Emperors was threatening Feng Qingchen that he would not leave unless he had lunch with him.
Uncle Nine Emperors, you win.
"Okay, Uncle Nine Emperors, please go ahead and I'll wash my hands." In order to send Uncle Nine Emperors away, Feng Qingchen didn't want to argue with Uncle Nine Emperors over such a trivial matter. Besides, she wasn't completely unhappy about having dinner together.
Who is Uncle Nine Emperors? Not only does he know how to seize opportunities, he is also good at creating them. When Feng Qingchen stepped into the dining room, he found that there were no servants inside and outside the dining room. Only Uncle Nine Emperors was sitting there.
At first, Feng Qingchen didn't think much about it. In line with the principle of eating without saying a word or sleeping without saying a word, Feng Qingchen picked up the rice bowl and started eating. But as he was eating, Feng Qingchen realized that something was wrong. Uncle Nine Emperors would notice from time to time.
There was a clanking sound and food was spilled from time to time.
Uncle Nine Emperors' dining etiquette is so bad?
Feng Qingchen silently put down the bowl and raised his head...
I saw that the Nine Emperors Uncle, whom Zhai Dongming said was the most noble uncle in the world, had no image at all at this moment, and was clumsily struggling with the food in the bowl with his left hand.
Let’s not talk about how much he ate. Let’s look at the food he spilled on the table and the vegetable and soup stains on his body. It is enough to prove that Uncle Nine Emperor’s left hand is not very flexible.
Although he was in an extremely embarrassed state, Uncle Nine Emperors didn't seem to notice. He remained calm and continued to destroy the food in the bowl with his left hand. Feng Qingchen couldn't stand it anymore and put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Uncle Nine Emperors, I will ask the maid to serve you too.
Come on." That means, let people feed you.
"No need." Uncle Jiuhuang finally picked up the vegetables in the bowl and was about to put them into his mouth, but he shook and fell on his clothes. Uncle Jiuhuang calmly patted the vegetables off his clothes and continued to pick up vegetables.
If Uncle Jiuhuang's right hand is disabled, then this is a history of the struggle of disabled people. It is very inspiring. Feng Qingchen will definitely not say more, but Uncle Jiuhuang's right hand is temporarily unusable. Uncle Jiuhuang, you want to do this
Waste the meal?
"I'll ask someone to change the spoon for you." Uncle Jiuhuang didn't feel uncomfortable, but she felt uncomfortable. She had finished a bowl of rice, and Uncle Jiuhuang probably only took one bite. Ahem, she saw there was a grain in the corner of Uncle Jiuhuang's mouth.
Rice means that you are very happy.
"No need." This time, Uncle Nine Emperors gritted his teeth.
Feng Qingchen understood that Uncle Nine Emperors didn't want people to see his embarrassed side, and he didn't want to be embarrassed in front of outsiders, but... Uncle Nine Emperors' behavior not only made it impossible to eat well, but also affected her appetite.
Feng Qingchen couldn't convince Jiuhuangshu, so he had to pick up his own bowl and chopsticks and continue eating, but... Jiuhuangshu's place kept going, and there was a clatter, and the bowl fell straight down.
"Be careful." Fortunately, Feng Qingchen reacted quickly and caught the bowl in a hurry. However, the food in the bowl spilled all over the floor. Feng Qingchen silently raised his head and saw that Uncle Nine Emperors was obviously very embarrassed, but he tried to pretend to be calm and pretended to be okay.
It didn't look awkward, I laughed secretly in my heart.
Uncle Nine Emperors: Which of your eyes saw me pretending not to be embarrassed? I have never been embarrassed at all. Not to mention that I threw a bowl. It broke. It’s amazing. I will compensate you...