969 Confluence, save one person and kill one person
After walking for a day, Uncle Jiuhuang and Feng Qingchen arrived at a small town not far from the imperial city before sunset, and found an inn to stay here.
The two did not argue about one room or two rooms. Instead, after returning to the room, they argued about who slept on the floor and who slept on the bed.
Feng Qingchen said: "You are a prince, how can you sleep on the floor? I can sleep on the floor on the floor. Anyway, I have slept on it before, so I won't be used to it."
"You are a woman, and I have not shamelessly told women to sleep on the floor. You sleep on the bed." Nine Emperors Uncle said.
"What about women? If it's a maid serving you, she will definitely have to lay on the floor." Feng Qingchen refused.
Uncle Nine Emperors did not back down: "I don't need maids, there is no such problem. You can sleep on the bed, don't make me angry."
"No, you sleep on the bed. You are spoiled and you are definitely not used to sleeping on the floor. What if you catch a cold?" Feng Qingchen said.
Uncle Nine Emperors: "I'm not so squeamish yet, okay, no matter what you say, I won't let you make the bed on the floor. Since you don't want me to make the bed on the floor, let's sleep together. The bed is big enough."
Feng Qingchen refused without thinking: "No, I will definitely not sleep on the same bed. I said three months means three months. This is a matter of principle. It is sacred and indestructible, and you can't do it either, Uncle Nine Emperors."
The Nine Emperors Uncle said with a black face: "..."
Feng Qingchen hurriedly moved forward and said, "Okay, okay, don't be angry. If you want to make the floor, just make it. If I don't stop you, it won't work. I'll lay down a new bedding for you right now. I guarantee that even if you
Even if you lay on the floor, you won't catch a cold."
Look to the sky!
When did I want to make a bed on the floor? You obviously didn't let me sleep on the bed.
So...for the next ten days, Uncle Nine Emperors kept laying beds on the floor because he refused to ask for an extra room.
When the emperor received the news, he sighed with emotion: "My ninth brother is really a love-struck person." He threw the information aside and didn't care about it anymore.
The Emperor is also very busy and has no time to take care of such trivial matters as Uncle Nine Emperors.
Although Feng Qingchen repeatedly promised that he would not catch a cold while laying on the floor, after more than ten days of laying on the floor, Uncle Nine Emperors got cold, so...the group had to stop and wait for Uncle Nine Emperors to recover.
This news reached the emperor's desk immediately. The emperor flipped it over and ignored it. Anyway, a cold wind could not kill the Nine Emperors Uncle.
To recuperate, Uncle Jiuhuang needed a relaxing environment, but the place where they stayed was in a small county town, and the inn was quite simple. Uncle Jiuhuang could barely accept staying for one night, but Uncle Jiuhuang strongly disagreed if they wanted to recuperate in this small inn.
, the reason is that the inn is too dirty.
For the sake of Jiuhuangshu's health, Feng Qingchen asked someone to take the Jiuhuangshu's token and expropriate the private residence of the local magistrate, a very remote small courtyard. Although it was equally crude, it was much better than an inn.
Uncle Nine Emperors reluctantly agreed, so the group stopped at the private house, refusing anyone to visit in the name of recovering from illness.
Because he traveled all the way and did not receive good care, Jiuhuangshu's condition was recurring. In addition, there were few good medicinal materials in the small county, and Jiuhuangshu's condition did not improve. This is the news that the emperor received.
In fact, on the night when Uncle Jiuhuang and Feng Qingchen moved into the county magistrate's private residence, they sneaked away secretly when the night was dark and windy, changed to the waterway, and ran towards the south of the Yangtze River, preparing to meet the prince.
Meet.
Unfortunately, two living persons, Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen, slipped away under the emperor's eyes, and the news the Emperor received was that Uncle Nine Emperors was still recuperating in a private residence.
On an inconspicuous large ship, a woman in a sky-blue dress stood alone on the bow. There was no one on the deck. The woman was alone, exuding a quiet and peaceful aura, standing on the bow and looking into the distance.
The breeze blows in front of her, her sky-blue skirt flutters in the wind, and her hair is fluttering behind her. The green mountains and green waters behind her become the best background. From a distance, the woman seems to be surrounded by the green mountains.
Surrounded by water.
Uncle Nine Emperors walked out of the cabin and saw Feng Qingchen standing in the wind with his hands behind his back and an indifferent expression, as if he was thinking about something.
"Are you worried about the prince's condition?" Uncle Nine Emperors came over and stood side by side with Feng Qingchen, admiring the green water and green mountains together.
"Yes, I don't have much confidence in the prince's illness. This time you arranged it so suddenly, and I was not prepared at all." Feng Qingchen did not move, still looking into the distance.
Before setting off, she had no idea that Uncle Nine Emperors was in such a hurry to go to Shandong because he wanted to take a detour to Jiangnan to treat the prince's illness. She was being rushed into battle.
"Don't worry too much. Just try your best to treat the prince's illness. If the prince dies in Jiangnan, no one will think that it has anything to do with you." Uncle Nine Emperors held Feng Qingchen's hand and comforted him.
He took great pains to lay the floor and pretend to be sick, just to avoid letting people know that Feng Qingchen was going to treat the prince.
In this way, whether the prince lives or dies has nothing to do with Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen does not have to be a thorn in the side of the emperor and Donglingzi Luo because he healed the prince, nor does he attract the prince because he failed to heal the prince.
A series of revenge.
"How could I not be worried?" Feng Qingchen frowned slightly. The patient died on the operating table, which always made the doctor unhappy. The prince's disease was really difficult to cure.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, didn't the imperial doctor say before that the prince's depression has been resolved and he can live for two years? Why are you so anxious for me to treat him? Acting in such a hasty and unprepared manner will not be beneficial to the prince's condition."
Feng Qingchen knew that Uncle Nine Emperors had arranged everything, but she still didn't want to take action. She had seen the prince's heart disease and it was already very serious. The best way was to change the prince's heart. But to change the prince's heart, just
She couldn't remove it from her vagina.
She couldn't kill someone to save him, even if that person was the prince. She wouldn't feel guilty about killing someone, but she felt so guilty about harvesting organs from a woman that she couldn't do it at all.
"The two-year life span is for the sake of the emperor. The prince's health is very poor. The imperial physician estimates that the prince can live for at most three months." If not, he would not have rushed to Shandong and pretended to be sick to take Feng Qingchen with him.
Jiangnan.
The prince's life is not long, and Feng Qingchen is here to treat a dead horse as a living horse. Everyone is happy when he is cured. If the prince dies, then they will let the prince die in the most valuable way.
"Three months? Are you kidding me? I didn't think the prince looked like someone who was about to die." Feng Qingchen couldn't help but raise his voice.
Uncle Nine Emperors thinks she is a god. He only has three months left to live. How can he save her?
"The imperial doctor said that the prince is very happy and sad, and his heart disease has recurred. On the surface, it looks like the prince's heart can no longer bear the load. Qingchen, I understand that you are in trouble. I said, just do your best. Is the prince dead?
This life has nothing to do with you." Uncle Nine Emperors patted Feng Qingchen on the shoulder and comforted him.
Feng Qingchen knew that she had no choice.
Huh... exhaling a breath, Feng Qingchen closed her eyes and nodded vigorously: "I will do my best regarding the prince's affairs, but don't have too much hope. You'd better make arrangements early."
Uncle Jiuhuang didn't say anything. He put his hand on Feng Qingchen's shoulder and gently held him in his arms...
They will face all the storms together!
A message to readers: Biting her lips and fingers, poor Caicai caught a cold. She had a slight cold before, because she didn’t want to take medicine, so she wanted to get over it, but she didn’t expect it to get worse...