477 Picking up a conversation, these years like to stop people halfway
It turned out that he was keeping it for you. Uncle Nine Emperors nodded. He could accept this reason.
"In that case, then put down the clothes, I will keep them for you." Uncle Jiuhuang emphasized again that Feng Qingchen is the owner of the official clothes of the Ninth Princess.
It's okay to leave that set of clothes in the Ninth Prince's Mansion. If the clothes are lost in Feng Qingchen's hands, there's no guarantee that the emperor won't take it out on Feng Qingchen. Anyway, his goal will be achieved.
Regardless of the rumors that he is addicted to beauty, or not, no one will have any ideas about him or Feng Qingchen in a short period of time.
"Thank you, Uncle Nine Emperors." Regardless of the reason, Feng Qingchen was satisfied after throwing away this hot potato, and his cold face softened a bit.
"There is no need to say thank you between you and me." Uncle Nine Emperors said half ambiguously and half tentatively.
"Haha." Feng Qingchen laughed dryly, obviously not wanting to say anything, but then he thought about it, Uncle Nine Emperors is so proud, after what he did one night, he could turn his back and deny anyone, but if she, Feng Qingchen, turned his back the next day
Not recognizing people will inevitably damage Uncle Jiuhuang's dignity as a man.
Feng Qingchen thought about it for a while, but still couldn't make a clear distinction between himself and Uncle Nine Emperors, so Feng Qingchen carefully tried to say: "Uncle Nine Emperors, Qingchen has something to trouble you, I don't know...
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"Say." Uncle Jiu Huang's face was filled with joy, and his eyes gained a touch of brilliance.
"Qingchen would like to ask Uncle Nine Emperors to check on the patient I treated. His name is Haoting." It's not that she wants to pry into the patient's secrets. In fact, Haoting's illness may be more troublesome, and she needs to prepare in advance.
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"Okay, his information will be in your hands in three days." Uncle Jiuhuang was a little dissatisfied when he was asked to check other men, but thinking that Feng Qingchen was not polite to him, he felt a little better.
Feng Qingchen wanted to say thank you, but Uncle Nine Emperors said that there was no need to say thank you to each other, and it would be pretentious to say thank you any more, so Feng Qingchen stopped talking.
There was silence in the room, and there was a screen between the two of them. To be honest, it was quite silly.
While standing for a cup of tea, Feng Qingchen saw that Uncle Nine Emperors had nothing else to do, so he took the initiative to say goodbye: "Qingchen won't disturb Uncle Nine Emperors' rest. Qingchen will leave."
Uncle Nine Emperors wanted to keep Feng Qingchen for a moment longer, but...
Across the screen, you can hear but not see. In addition, although the two of them were getting along well today, there was still some awkwardness between them, so the Nine Emperors Uncle didn't stay much.
Anyway, the days are still long...
Feng Qingchen showed no regrets and turned around to leave. Before leaving, she secretly thought to herself that she would have to remind Uncle Nine Emperors next time that although the scent of bamboo was elegant, it would make her sick if it was too strong.
Today, the fragrance of bamboo in the air was really unusually strong, almost suffocating her to death.
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Feng Qingchen left the Ninth Princess in her formal clothes at the Ninth Prince's Mansion, and was in a good mood, but this good mood only lasted for a second, because...
The housekeeper of the Ninth Prince's Mansion ordered her servants to load piles of gifts onto her carriage, as well as the carriages behind, which filled five carriages.
What a grand occasion!
"What's going on?" Feng Qingchen was confused in the wind. Is Uncle Nine Emperors going to move?
The palace steward quickly turned around and said respectfully: "Girl, this is the tonic that the prince gave to the girl. The prince said that the girl has been too tired during this time and needs to replenish her body." Of course, there are also jewelry and clothes, which the housekeeper dare not say.
, afraid that Feng Qingchen doesn’t want it.
puff……
Feng Qingchen was glad that she didn't drink water at this time, otherwise she would have vomited it to Uncle Nine Emperors. Is Uncle Nine Emperors compensating her with material things, or was he just trying to add fuel to the fire because the idle rumors were not too intense?
Yeah...she admitted it. Who let her get on the pirate ship? Anyway, the things Jiuhuangshu gave her were definitely not bad. If Jiuhuangshu wanted to send her away with money, then she had to accept it.
Feng Qingchen nodded like an ostrich and got into the carriage with Xia Wan and Dongqing.
Thinking of the cars and cars behind him, although Feng Qingchen said he accepted it, he still felt a little depressed.
"Xia Wan, Dong Qing, what do you mean by Uncle Nine Emperors?" She was looking for comfort.
"Girl, it seems to me that the prince is concerned about you. Xia Wan and I have looked at those things. They are all excellent blood-enhancing and beauty-beautifying medicinal materials. Some of them are not even available to the empress in the palace." Dongqing's master
Although it was Feng Qingchen, she would of course be towards Uncle Nine Emperors as long as it did not harm Feng Qingchen's interests.
"Care about me? If you really care about me, you shouldn't involve me." Feng Qingchen smiled sarcastically, confirming again that Uncle Nine Emperors was sending her away with money.
Today, Xiling Tianlei, Nanling Jinfan and Dongling Ziluo stopped her and wanted to send her out of the palace, wasn't it because of the rumors spread by the Nine Emperors Uncle and the clothes on her body.
She always wanted to live an ordinary life, but the Nine Emperors Uncle dragged her into the center of the imperial power struggle again and again. This was no concern.
Xia Wan and Dong Qing are not people who don't understand anything, so they can't find words to explain to Jiuhuangshu. Jiuhuangshu's move has pushed Feng Qingchen to the forefront. Those potential dangers and troubles are not just a few cars.
Mouth patching and jewelry can make up for it.
Feng Qingchen was unhappy and unwilling to speak. The whole journey was quiet. When he reached Chang'an Street, the carriage suddenly stopped: "Girl, someone is stopping the carriage."
"Go down and have a look." Feng Qingchen motioned to Xia Wan to get out of the car.
Xia Wan is smarter than Dong Qing, and is more capable of getting into trouble than Dong Qing. When faced with such emergencies, Xia Wan is better, while Dong Qing is suitable for handling internal affairs.
Not long after Xia Wan got out of the car, he called back: "Girl, this is Mr. Yuan Xi. Mr. Yuan Xi was meeting friends with the piano at Zhufeng Tower. When he saw your carriage, girl, he sent a servant to invite her to come up and get together."
"Zhufeng Building? Is it the place where couples are required to enter?" Feng Qingchen was no stranger to Zhufeng Building. When she asked Wang Jinling to do something, she treated Wang Jinling to dinner here.
That day, she was deeply impressed by the eldest young master's literary talent. Wang Jinling showed off the elegance of a young master from an aristocratic family with his hands, and he was as dazzling as the sun.
The people in the Imperial City were busy and busy, and she was a little envious of Wang Jinling in Qingshui Town. She would be in a much better mood away from the glitz and glamor of the Imperial City.
"Miss, this is Zhufeng Tower." Xia Wan's tone was a bit excited.
Mr. Yuan Xi's reputation is far-reaching, and it is a great honor to be invited by him. It will also help their reputation to have many friends of these great scholars and Confucianists.
"Tell Mr. Yuan Xi that Qingchen is not talented enough to go to Zhufeng Tower." Feng Qingchen motioned to Dongqing to lower the curtain, obviously unwilling to get out of the car.
Although Xia Wan felt it was a pity, she also understood that she could not make a decision for her master, so she went to reply immediately.
Not long after, Xia Wan came back, the expression on his face remained unchanged and he still looked loyal. Feng Qingchen nodded with satisfaction.
A maid can have opinions, but if her opinions are so big that she becomes the boss of her master, then she should die.
"Let's go!"
The carriage just started and stopped five meters away. Feng Qingchen frowned...
"Aunt, aunt, aunt, miss, Mr. Yuan Xi has come downstairs to invite you personally." The coachman was shaking violently and looked flattered.
Mr. Yuan Xi, I can count on one hand the number of people who can be personally invited by Mr. Yuan Xi, the world's best piano player. Feng Qingchen is the first one in Dongling.
Mr. Yuan Xi is not an ordinary person. If Mr. Yuan Xi is unhappy, even the emperor dares to ignore him. Just like this, the emperor still smiles and praises him for his noble demeanor, unrestrained and true temperament...
It can be seen that Mr. Yuan Xi has a great reputation. In front of so many people, Mr. Yuan Xi personally went downstairs to invite Feng Qingchen. That is definitely...