If the Qin'an Palace was burned down, it must have been set by Feng Jiuqing himself.
Otherwise, the secret room that had been fine for so many years, filled with portraits of Nan Xing, was burned to the ground overnight after she discovered it?
He didn't want her to ask any more questions like the ones he didn't answer last night.
Feng Jiuqing avoided seeing it. Now if he goes to Qin'an Palace, what will he find?
Chu Qingge leaned against the door, finally calming down completely.
"It's okay, I won't go." She turned around and returned to the room.
"Ninth Princess!" Feng Zao chased her from the east chamber archway.
Seeing Qiqiao standing behind Qingge, Feng Zao smiled at her: "Qiao'er."
"I'm not Qiao'er!" Qiqiao frowned, annoyed to death. The most annoying thing was that people called her Qiao'er.
Feng Hao didn't care either. He turned to Qingge and said, "Princess, please go and see the Crown Prince!"
"What's there to see?" Chu Qingge curled her lips. She was worried. She had to serve the older child, so she was not in the mood.
However, the foot she stepped into the room had already been withdrawn.
Lan Yu immediately said: "Princess, I'm here to say hello to you. I'm going out to find a craftsman."
After saying this, Lan Yu and Qiqiao Fengzao also said hello and left immediately.
"Where's Mu Yuan?" Qingge asked.
Qiqiao shrugged: "There was no one around early in the morning, who knew?"
Qingge tidied her clothes, took the needle bag and medicine box, and left with Feng Zao.
Feng Liye was in the room and had kicked Feng Zao out before, so Feng Zao didn't dare to come close this time.
Chu Qingge walked over and was about to knock on the door when she heard a clang inside.
She immediately pushed the door open.
The man was standing in front of the table, probably about to pour himself tea, but his hand slipped and the teapot lost its grip. It fell to the ground and broke into pieces with a clang.
Fenghao, who also heard the noise, had a worried look on his face. He poked his head at the door, but still didn't dare to go in.
"Go and clean up, and bring a new pot of tea." Qingge walked in.
"Yes!" Someone gave him an order, and Feng Zao walked in and immediately felt at ease.
Feng Liye put the cup down calmly.
I can't even do something as simple as pouring myself a glass of water. I feel a little embarrassed.
"What are you doing here?" He glanced at Chu Qingge with an indifferent look.
This attitude is cold and hard.
Fenghao was stunned, not even daring to take a breath, so he had to pack his things quickly.
The prince... has too much self-esteem and his fragile side. How can he let the girl he likes see?
Therefore, I would rather drive people away.
"Let me check your pulse." Chu Qingge put down the medicine box.
"No need, my prince is very kind." As expected, he is a model of saving face and suffering.
Feng Hao was anxious for him.
I don’t know who it was, but the one who kept talking in my sleep last night and calling out loudly was either the dead woman or Qing’er.
Anyway, aren't they all nine princesses?
Chu Qingge glanced at him. In fact, she didn't need to feel his pulse at all. She could see clearly at a glance.
"Well, since the prince is fine, I'll go back and give you a prescription, and just ask Feng Zao to boil the medicine for you."
"Farewell!" He cupped his hands, turned around and left without any regrets.
The man behind him was so angry that he almost fainted!
Can't you just say a few nice words?
Just beg him and let her stay! He doesn't really want to drive her away!
How could Fenghao not see the embarrassment of the prince, but this... the prince found this on your own? Who can you blame?
In desperation, Feng Zao suddenly had an idea and said anxiously: "Master, why are you coughing up blood again?"
