In the early 870s, I, Feng Qingchen, are not pitiful
Be patient and don't be impatient!
Feng Qingchen nodded, indicating that he heard it.
She knew very well that she had to endure what happened today, and she had to endure it if she couldn't. It was reasonable for the blood-clothed guard to be in charge. The prince could point his finger at King Luo and scold him, but she couldn't.
For ordinary people, princes and high officials can do no wrong. Don't say that King Luo just had Feng Mansion smashed, even if Feng Mansion was trampled to the ground, it was not Dongling Ziluo's fault, but her Feng Qing's fault.
Dust's fault.
Feng Qingchen gave a wry smile, cheered up, and continued to deal with matters in the house: "How many servants in the house are injured? Please ask a doctor to come and take a look at everyone. I'm a little tired, and I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of so many people.
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"Girl, there are not many injured servants in the house. I have already invited the doctor to arrange them one by one. Please don't worry." The housekeeper spoke quickly, and Feng Qingchen let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Tong Yao had been standing beside Feng Qingchen, listening to the housekeeper talking to Feng Qingchen, feeling anxious but not daring to interrupt. After hearing this, she couldn't help but bit her lip, and knelt down to Feng Qingchen with a thud.
At feet.
"Show, Tong Jue... slave, please, please go and see Tong Jue. Tong Jue's forehead was broken by the blood-clad guard. The wound was as big as a teacup and the blood kept flowing. The doctor said that the bleeding could not be stopped. Tong Jue
, Tong Jue, she will..." Tong Yao said while kowtowing to Feng Qingchen.
Everyone in the Feng Mansion knows that Feng Qingchen is good at treating injuries. If Feng Qingchen takes action, Tong Jue will be saved. But let’s not mention that Feng Qingchen is already so tired. The master and servant are inferior, and the servant is injured.
, the master’s family has done the utmost in benevolence by asking a doctor, how can one dare to ask the master’s family to treat a servant?
Tong Yao knew that her request was too much, so she kept kowtowing, holding a glimmer of hope, and begged Feng Qingchen to go see Tong Jue.
"Xiu, slave, please, please save Tong Jue."
"Is Tong Jue seriously injured? Go and have a look." Feng Qingchen didn't blame Tong Yao and the housekeeper for not telling her earlier. Not to mention that she was the master, just seeing how tired she was, the housekeeper and Tong Yao didn't dare to let her go.
Tong Jue sees a doctor.
If Tong Yao spoke up at this time, she was afraid that the doctor would really have no choice.
Feng Qingchen did not dare to delay. She suppressed the tiredness in her body and mind, stood up neatly, and walked towards the yard where the servants lived. At the same time, she asked Tong Yao to go to the operating room to get her medicine box.
"Thank you Xiu, thank you Xiu." Tong Yao had tears on her face, with both surprise and guilt in her eyes. She wiped away her tears and ran outside quickly.
She will never forget that Tong Jue's life was saved by Xiu...
Tong Yao did not praise her. Tong Jue was indeed seriously injured. When Feng Qingchen arrived, Tong Jue had gone into shock due to excessive blood loss.
Feng Qingchen quickly gave Tong Jue a blood transfusion and sutured the wound. As soon as Tong Jue's wound was treated, the guard came to report again that Wang Qi's potion was almost running out.
Feng Qingchen nodded, tidied up a little, asked Tong Yao to guard Tong Jue and call her if anything happened, picked up the medicine box and hurried towards the cabin.
Butler Wu looked at Feng Qingchen who couldn't stop for a moment, his eyes filled with tears. It was not easy for their family to show off. It was not easy. Such a big family all had to bear the burden of showing off.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's figure disappear into the night, the housekeeper turned around and cheered up, handling the aftermath of the Feng Mansion so that Feng Qingchen would have no worries.
Although the Feng Mansion suffered such a disaster, the masters and servants worked together to restore peace that night. Everything was cleaned up and tidy, and the blood in front of the ancestral hall was washed away with buckets of clean water.
The housekeeper got the deed of the Feng Mansion from Feng Qingchen, and regardless of the darkness, under the protection of the guards, he hurriedly went to the Su family bank to borrow money, and distributed the silver notes to everyone that night.
In this era when servants could not earn a single silver a year, one hundred silvers was an astronomical figure to them. Looking at the silver in their hands, everyone felt happy and sad at the same time.
Thinking of what happened during the day, their legs could not help but tremble, but they knew that if the same thing happened again, they would still be the same as during the day, even if they were scared to death, they would guard the Feng Mansion's ancestral hall.
Thinking of what happened today, and of Feng Qingchen's calmness and calmness, the servants of the Feng Mansion swept away the worries and fears of the day, and their faces were filled with happy smiles.
For them, being able to survive the wrath of King Luo and the sword of the blood-clothed guards is the greatest grace. As long as Feng Qingchen is with them, nothing will happen to them.
As for the revenge for the destruction of Feng Mansion? In their minds, they have never thought of seeking revenge from the prince or the government.
In this joyous atmosphere, Feng Qingchen seemed out of place and quietly retreated to Xiling Tianyu's yard to check the injury on his foot.
The wound was normal. Feng Qingchen changed the dressing for Xiling Tianyu and was about to leave. Xiling Tianyu kept looking at Feng Qingchen. Seeing Feng Qingchen's cold expression, mechanically changing the dressing and walking, he couldn't help but said: "I want it."
Don’t you want to talk?”
Feng Qingchen paused and turned to look at Xiling Tianyu: "There is nothing to talk about. I still want to see the Seventh Young Master."
"Are you sure you can calm down and heal Wang Qi like this?" Xiling Tianyu said doubtfully.
Feng Qingchen looked the same as usual, even more calm, rational, and resolute, but it was precisely because of this that he seemed abnormal.
Feng Qingchen deliberately behaved calmly so that everyone in the Feng Mansion could feel at ease, but this was really too heavy a burden for a girl to bear. You must know that at this time, no one considered her mood.
"I'm a doctor, of course I can do it." Feng Qingchen knew what Xiling Tianyu was referring to, but turned his face and refused to answer.
She is not a dead person, how could she remain indifferent while watching her home being smashed into this state? She is angry and annoyed, but is this useful?
When the emperor is around, she can't do anything to Dongling Ziluo. Her crazy yelling will not only fail to frustrate Dongling Ziluo, but will also make everyone in Feng Mansion uneasy.
, it is better to calm down and think of countermeasures.
"It's me who's troublesome, but you did a good job today." Xiling Tianyu looked back and stopped trying to persuade Feng Qingchen.
Even if Feng Qingchen revealed her dissatisfaction and resentment towards Dongling Ziluo, it would be of no use. No one in the Feng Mansion could help her, stand up for her, and no one could comfort her relatives.
If something happens to Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen can only carry it alone. Regardless of whether she wants it or not, all the burdens will fall on her shoulders as a woman.
As for the Nine Emperors Uncle? No matter how much the Nine Emperors Uncle indulges Feng Qingchen, he cannot stay with Feng Qingchen all the time. The Nine Emperors Uncle has the Nine Emperors Uncle's responsibilities and the Nine Emperors Uncle's great cause, and even if the Nine Emperors Uncle regains the throne
The high power has nothing to do with Feng Mansion. He is not the master of Feng Mansion and cannot bear the honor and disgrace of Feng Mansion.
"Thank you Prince Yu for your compliment. I haven't thanked Prince Yu for what happened today. I'm extremely sorry for causing trouble to Prince Yu." Feng Qingchen thanked him lightly and left without looking back.
She doesn't like Xiling Tianyu's insightful eyes, and she doesn't like the sympathy and pity in Xiling Tianyu's eyes. She, Feng Qingchen, is not pitiful.
There is nothing wrong with Dongling Ziluo being a prince. She can't do anything to Dongling Ziluo, but that doesn't mean others can't. Don't Dongling Ziluo just rely on his holy favor? Once he loses his holy favor, he will not be as good as the previous prince...