131 Rejection, I don't have the face of a mistress
concubine?
Is it possible that I, Feng Qingchen, have the face of a mistress?
Feng Qingchen stood beside the bed and looked down at Dongling Ziluo.
There was no trace of love in Dongling Ziluo's eyes, and taking her as a concubine was just a gift, or a means to win over her.
Standing and lying down, the strong and the weak are divided. Feng Qingchen has a tendency to suppress Dongling Ziluo. Seeing that something is wrong, Feng Qingchen quickly restrains his breath and calmly refuses: "King Luo, Qingchen is not a concubine?
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"Not a concubine? Do you still want to be Princess Luo?" Dongling Ziluo said angrily.
A woman who doesn't know how to praise.
"Qingchen doesn't dare to dream." Feng Qingchen turned around, put the needle in place, took out a pair of small tweezers, and prepared to clean out the broken thread on Dongling Ziluo's wound.
"It's good to know that you are delusional, Feng Qingchen. According to your status, you are not even qualified to be a side concubine." The side concubine is also registered. There is a quota, and her status is second only to the principal concubine. If he ascends the throne in the future, Feng Qingchen
No matter how bad Qing Chen is, he can still make a concubine and become the lord of the palace.
"Qingchen knows that, so he doesn't dare to climb high. Your Highness, Qingchen wants to clean up your wounds, so he won't worry about it." After saying that, he shut up and said nothing.
Dongling Ziluo hit a soft nail and was so angry that he couldn't say anything.
Is it possible to continue to force Feng Qingchen to nod?
This is too embarrassing for him, King Luo.
Dongling Ziluo was angrily silent, but Feng Qingchen didn't take this matter to heart.
Dongling Ziluo just mentioned it on a whim. Even if she agreed, the queen would not be able to pass the test.
Feng Qingchen was lying beside the bed. The light was very dim. After picking out a few poles and disconnecting them, he found that it hurt his eyes very much, so he had to sit sideways next to Dongling Ziluo's bed.
Dongling Ziluo was about to scold Feng Qingchen for being rude, but when he saw Feng Qingchen's focused eyes and meticulous and rigorous expression, he choked back and just looked at...
Whether it was the effect of anesthesia or the beauty, Feng Qingchen cleaned Dongling Ziluo's wounds without him noticing.
Dongling Ziluo seemed to have lost his mind. He seemed to be unable to see anything else except Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen originally wanted to be on guard against Dongling Ziluo, but after actually cleaning the wounds, he had no energy to think about these things, let alone the idea of avenging personal revenge. He only wanted to relieve the pain of the injured as soon as possible.
The wound was first cleaned, sutured, and medicine applied, without avoiding Dongling Ziluo at all. Unfortunately, Dongling Ziluo didn't see any of it.
Two quarters of an hour later, Feng Qingchen had re-bandaged Dongling Ziluo. Looking at the condition of the wound, he hesitated whether to leave some anti-inflammatory medicine for Dongling Ziluo. After thinking about it, he decided not to do it. Chinese medicine is better at this aspect.
, she should stop meddling in other people's business.
"Your Highness, the wound has been bandaged. Please pay more attention in the past few days. Don't crack the wound again. Eat less spicy and greasy things. Don't let the wound touch water. I will come and change it for you every three days.
The medicine may be somewhat convenient these days, so please forgive me..."
It was the doctor's habit to talk casually, and regardless of whether Dongling Ziluo heard it or not, Feng Qingchen explained the precautions one by one in detail.
If it were in the past, Dongling Ziluo would have interrupted impatiently, but for some reason today, hearing Feng Qingchen's caring instructions made his heart warm.
No one has ever thought about this for him, and no one has ever cared about him.
His mother would only say: "Your Majesty, you have to work hard to make your father like you, so that you can fight for that position."
"Your Majesty, you have to run your errands well and compare yourself to the Crown Prince. You are the one who is suitable for that position."
"Your Majesty, as long as you sit in that position, you will be the most noble person in the world. Then you will have everything you want."
And he has always regarded that position as his goal.
He originally thought he didn't need this, but it wasn't until today that he realized how good it felt to have someone simply caring and talking about him.
At this moment, he forgot about the woman named Xiling Yaohua, forgot about that noble and graceful woman, and also forgot about his heartbeat when he saw Xiling Yaohua.
He only remembered this Feng Qingchen who made him feel warm and a little happy.
Feng Qingchen didn't think as much as Dongling Ziluo. After explaining, he packed up and left.
Dongling Ziluo wanted to open his mouth to keep someone, but he didn't know why. He could only watch Feng Qingchen leave and comfort himself.
It doesn't matter, Feng Qingchen will come again in three days.
He knew that Feng Qingchen was not suitable for him, but he was greedy for the tenderness of this moment and the warmth that ordinary people have.
Watching Feng Qingchen leave, Dongling Ziluo held his left wrist and rubbed his thumb back and forth on the small wound, thinking about the possibility of accepting Feng Qingchen as his concubine.
He has one main concubine and three side concubines. It doesn't seem too difficult to find the position of a side concubine to satisfy the expectations in his heart.
Dongling Ziluo closed his eyes, thinking about the obstacles he might encounter in marrying Feng Qingchen as his concubine, and the solutions.
As for Feng Qingchen's rejection, Dongling Ziluo didn't take it to heart.
If he wants to accept her, Feng Qingchen has to marry him.
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After returning to Feng Mansion intact, Yuwen Yuanhua and Zhou Xing did not ask Feng Qingchen what happened to Prince Luo's Mansion. They only happily said that they would have a big meal and celebrate, and Feng Qingchen followed them.
Yuwen Yuanhua got a jar of wine from nowhere and forced Feng Qingchen to drink with him.
Feng Qingchen couldn't resist him, so he had no choice but to accompany him.
Fortunately, this body has a good capacity for drinking. As a result, Yu Wenyuanhua drank too much, but Feng Qingchen was still very sober.
This should be a common problem among doctors. Even if they drink alcohol, they don't get too high. They are afraid of encountering an emergency or something. If they get too drunk, something will happen.
Yuwen Yuanhua, who had been drinking, was like a child. He pulled Feng Qingchen and kept talking about how hard it was to lead troops outside and how tiring it was for him to carry Yuwen's family alone.
Those civil servants in the imperial city who could only hold pens were so harsh on the military (5), and their soldiers were not well-fed, poorly clothed, and had only a single coat and a bowl of gruel in the winter.
Injured soldiers on the battlefield did not receive timely treatment, and disabled soldiers did not receive adequate pensions.
"Feng Qingchen, what do you think this is all about? They are in the capital and we are fighting tooth and nail to protect our country. But what's the result? We shed our heads and shed tears in exchange for peace in Dongling, but we don't get what we deserve.
Honor, and even life are not guaranteed." At this point, Yu Wenyuanhua burst into tears:
"Feng Qingchen, I can be knighted this time when I come back. I originally wanted to be knighted, and thinking about it, I will definitely be able to get more money for the soldiers so that they can get the rewards they deserve for their efforts, but
The results of it?
The emperor is suspicious of me, he has trapped me in the capital, and he has not allowed me to lead troops to fight outside. He is afraid that my great achievements will shock the emperor, and he is afraid that I will rob the world."
"Hahaha... Feng Qingchen, what are you talking about? Your Majesty and others don't care about the disabled soldiers on the battlefield, but they are afraid of me, a general, who will rebel against him."
"Yu Wenyuanhua, don't talk nonsense." Feng Qingchen was startled and quickly glanced at Zhou Xian, asking him to step forward to help and gag Yu Wenyuanhua's mouth.
There is no emphasis on freedom of speech here. These words have made Yu Wenyuan die a hundred times...