After lying on the hospital bed for four days, Feng Qingchen's health began to improve. However, the doctor told Feng Qingchen to take a good rest and not to worry about overwork and hurt her body.
This time Feng Qingchen was very cooperative. During the period of recuperation, he didn't ask any questions. He cooperated with the doctor's treatment every day, except eating and sleeping. But...
Her mood has always been very low-key. When no one is around, she often stares at her injured arm in a daze, occasionally showing a trace of despair.
Feng Qingchen hid herself very well, even Chun Hue and the four people who served her personally did not notice it, but her body could not deceive anyone. However, in just a few days, she lost a lot of weight.
The four beautiful maids were so anxious that they prepared supplements for Feng Qingchen in different ways every day. Feng Qingchen also took them, but they had no effect at all.
Wang Jinling found out about this seven days later.
In the past few days, Wang Jinling has been busy dealing with King Luo, bringing him down, and guarding against the emperor and the Xie family. It can be said that he is exhausted both mentally and physically.
In addition, he never thought that Feng Qingchen would be grateful to him or take advantage of him, so he didn't come to see Feng Qingchen in the past few days, lest Feng Qingchen just say thank you when he saw him.
He didn't need Feng Qingchen to thank him.
"Qingchen, what's wrong with you?" Wang Jinling looked reproachful, not overly affectionate.
"I'm fine." Feng Qingchen had a plaster on her left hand. Because Wang Jinling came to see her, she didn't sit on the bed, but stood by the window. When she heard Wang Jinling's voice, she turned around and asked Wang Jinling to sit down.
"Are you looking very good? Do you want me to show you a mirror? You look like this now, just better than the paper person." Feng Qingchen's clothes were almost hanging on his body. It was different from before.
Compared with her plump and graceful figure, she also looks thin compared with the women nowadays. Her face is so thin that it is only as big as a palm, which makes her eyes look so big and scary.
"My health is very good." Feng Qingchen always had a calm smile on his face, without any trace of gloom. Even Wang Jinling could not tell that Feng Qingchen was depressed.
"By the way, thank you so much for the truth this time. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened." Although Feng Qingchen was trying to change the subject, she also sincerely thanked her.
If Wang Jinling hadn't led someone to find her, her group would have fallen into the hands of King Luo, and things would have been very troublesome. If King Luo had risen to power because of this, her end would have been even worse.
It was indeed a thank you.
Although Wang Jinling was depressed, he was not too disappointed because he had expected it.
"It's just a little effort. Even if I don't go, you can escape by yourself." Wang Jinling doesn't take credit. If Feng Qingchen hadn't jumped out of the car midway and injured King Luo, things would never have been so smooth. It was the person who really saved Feng Qingchen.
It's herself.
"Based on my situation at that time, I wouldn't be able to escape if I fell into the hands of King Luo." Feng Qingchen laughed at herself and didn't say much. She just made a note in her heart that if she had the opportunity in the future, she would definitely repay him twice as much.
"By the way, how is King Luo now?" Feng Qingchen's question was very general. Wang Jinling didn't know what Feng Qingchen wanted to ask, so he asked everything.
"Queen Luo suffered a brain injury and is still unconscious. The imperial doctor, Queen Luo, has blood congestion on her brain. If the blood congestion is not removed, she may not be able to wake up." It was because of this that the power of Prince Luo's palace was divided so quickly.
"Really?" After hearing this, Feng Qingchen was not very happy.
"Don't worry about King Luo. Even if he wakes up, there will be no good end. King Luo is now charged with forcing the palace to rebel." Although Wang Jinling also found out that there was something fishy about Sicheng's affairs, he suspected that someone was secretly taking advantage of King Luo, but
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What does this have to do with it? What he wants to do now is to bring down King Luo. If this crime can be pinned on King Luo, he won't be polite at all.
"Forcing the palace? It seems that King Luo was ruined and the emperor just let it go?" Feng Qingchen smiled softly, the corner of his eye sliding across his left arm, and his heart ached.
"The emperor doesn't care if he wants to. The wall is down and everyone is pushing back. King Luo has offended many people. No matter whether King Luo can wake up or not, he will not be able to escape the fate of being imprisoned in the end." Wang Jinling has one point about not being able to execute King Luo.
disappointment.
There is no way, King Luo is not the queen, King Luo is the emperor's son, and the emperor is reluctant to kill his own son.
"Sometimes, living is more painful than dying. It's good for him to be alive, and I never thought about wanting him to die." Feng Qingchen said calmly, with a moment of confusion in his eyes.
When she heard that King Luo had fallen, she was not as happy as she imagined. So what if King Luo was destroyed, her hand would not recover.
Her left hand was completely destroyed, and her right hand was no longer as flexible as before. She could no longer hold the scalpel. This was a severe punishment for the surgeon.
At this time, King Bieluo fell, and even Yeye and Nanling Jinfan died in front of her, and she couldn't be happy.
"Qingchen, what's wrong with your hand?" Although Feng Qingchen's movements were secretive, anyone who was interested could still see it.
"Ah? It's okay, the bones are connected." Feng Qingchen smiled again, but Wang Jinling felt that something was wrong. He always felt that Feng Qingchen lacked the vitality and positivity he had in the past, but no matter how Wang Jinling tried to insinuate, he still felt that there was something wrong.
No useful information was found.
In the end, Wang Jinling could only guess that Feng Qingchen was disappointed because Uncle Nine Emperors was not by her side at this time.
Although he felt uncomfortable in his heart, Wang Jinling did not show it. When Feng Qingchen was unconscious, he could not hide his emotions, but when Feng Qingchen was awake, he did not want to bring trouble to Feng Qingchen.
Come on pressure.
Before Feng Qingchen and Uncle Nine Emperors end, he will stay by Feng Qingchen's side as a friend. His feelings... do not need to be given in by others, nor do they need to be together out of gratitude.
Wang Jinling has been busy cleaning up the aftermath and finishing things during this period. He really can't spare much time to spend with Feng Qingchen. He can only tell Tong Jue and Tong Yao to take good care of Feng Qingchen and send someone to tell him if anything happens.
Looking at Wang Jinling's leaving figure, Tong Jue and Tong Yao looked at each other and slumped their shoulders feebly.
"Master, why don't you take advantage of such a good opportunity?"
"Obviously you have done so much for my sister, why don't you tell her? Why don't you let us?"
"Obviously you were by my sister's side when she was most in danger. Why didn't you continue to accompany her after she escaped from danger?"
Tong Jue and Tong Yao had eleven million questions they wanted to ask Wang Jinling, but they couldn't ask any of them because they knew...
This is the eldest son. He is such a proud man. How could he use the grace of saving his life to ask for emotional rewards?
While Feng Qingchen was feeling sad about his left hand, and while Wang Jinling was busy dealing with King Luo, Uncle Nine Emperors was not idle either. He was busy seizing the map of Kyushu from the master of Xuanqing Pavilion.
After staying in Xuanqing Pavilion for more than ten days, the detailed whereabouts of the Jiuzhou map had not yet been found. He first received a letter from Su Wenqing. When he saw what Su Wenqing wrote in the letter, the Nine Emperors Uncle froze on the spot, holding the
The letter was crumpled into a ball, and he groaned, with a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth...