The Imperial Physician's Abandoned Consort Chapter 10: Favor, Ninth Uncle's Secret Feelings First Released on 3G Net
Outside the palace, a handsome young man dressed in royal attire also watched this scene.
Unlike his disgust with Dong Lingzi, a faint smile rose on his delicate face like jade:
"You're quite something, Feng Qingchen. You're not simple at all. You can fight whenever you want at the city gate, and walk away whenever you want in front of the imperial palace. I thought you'd die here, but it seems I was wrong. I was going to do you a favor and collect your corpse out of respect for General Feng, so you wouldn't be left to rot in the wilderness... but now it looks like that won't be necessary..."
The sound is clear and clean, without any impurities, subtly revealing a hint of elegance, making people want to listen again.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Highness?" The eunuch behind him stumbled and almost fell.
Good heavens! He actually saw their master Wang laugh, and not only did he laugh, but he also said so many words in one breath.
It's not simple, it's not simple.
The eunuch rubbed his eyes to death, wanting to see if he was dizzy, but found that the smile on Wang Ye's face had disappeared.
What a pity!
The eunuch was about to speak, but suddenly heard the man say again: "Go and bring an outer garment."
The words fell, the man waved his hand and walked away in another direction...
That woman is proud.
That woman has finally caught his eye, so he might as well lend a hand.
For him it was just a piece of cake.
But it was of great help to her.
Let it be, just for General Feng's sake.
The man thought so.
"Your Highness?"
The man left, leaving behind a eunuch with a puzzled face.
Did he hear it wrong?
When did their King Wang become so humane?
He could confirm that he didn't mishear, so it was: "Prince Wang, have you been possessed by a spirit?"
The eunuch secretly guessed in his heart, but his movements under his feet did not dare to slow down for half a beat, and he quickly went to find clothes.
Their family's Wang Ye has quite a temper!
That's no ordinary... bad!
This time, no one came out to stop her, and Feng Qingchen quickly walked out of the Queen's palace.
Standing outside the palace, Feng Qingchen took a deep breath.
I finally made it through.
Breathing in the fresh air outside the temple, Feng Qingchen felt her footsteps also became lighter, and the gloomy weather didn't seem so unpleasant anymore.
It feels great to be alive.
With a relaxed smile on her face, Feng Qingchen was about to head out of the palace when she saw an extraordinary man holding a piece of clothing at the corner.
It seems like it's waiting for someone.
Take a closer look.
Hummm...
Feng Qingchen only felt a surge of heat rush to her forehead, and she stood still on the spot, staring blankly at the man, without even blinking.
Unconsciously bursting out in her mind: "The people on the road are like jade, and the young master is unmatched in the world."
This man is handsome with elegance, elegant with nobility, and noble with endless majesty.
Don't say anything, just stand quietly like this, and you'll give people a sense of extraordinary elegance and noble inviolability.
One flower, one world; one thought, one serenity.
This man is a world unto himself.
Such a man is the archenemy of women, he has the capital to make all the women in the world go crazy.
The sky was gloomy and frightening, but the man standing there had a faint golden light on his body, as if all the splendor in the world had been taken over by him alone, making it impossible for people to look away.
The man saw Feng Qingchen early on, but didn't say a word, just standing there quietly.
A pair of eyes, darker than white, looked towards Feng Qingchen without disdain or shock, as if he couldn't see Feng Qingchen's disheveled state, or rather, as if Feng Qingchen didn't exist in his eyes.
This man?
Feng Qingchen narrowed her eyes in thought for a moment, and then suddenly enlightened...
Dong Ling Jiu, the only brother of the current emperor who is still alive, the ninth imperial uncle under one person and above ten thousand people in the Dong Ling dynasty, with an identity that is noble beyond compare.
No wonder, no wonder he can have such charm.
The noble and dignified air of royalty is something that ordinary people can't cultivate. And this Ninth Imperial Uncle is a rare talent, even the Emperor himself has publicly praised him as "a one-in-a-thousand-year genius".
And yet this man, who drives all the women in the world crazy, remains chaste and unmarried to this day, with the Emperor not even urging him to do so.
In terms of marriage, Dong Lingjiu is a special existence.
Why is Ninth Uncle standing here?
Looking at the clothes in his hand, Feng Qingchen couldn't help but guess, could it be that Ninth Uncle was standing here waiting for her?
Feng Qingchen hastily shook her head, she didn't dare to be overly sentimental.
In her memory, this body and Ninth Uncle had never been in contact, or rather, all the women in the world had no contact with Ninth Uncle.
This Ninth Uncle is notoriously averse to women!
Feng Qingchen had only caught a glimpse of the Ninth Imperial Uncle from afar before, and her father didn't have any relationship with him either. To put it simply, the Ninth Imperial Uncle didn't have any relationships with the officials in Dongling either.
The ninth uncle is special!
The ninth uncle had a face as handsome as jade, but he didn't like to talk or smile, and often wore a stern expression, with a standard cold heart, making him difficult to get along with.
The Ninth Uncle is the most respected person in the world, but also the loneliest. Besides his servants, there are no others by his side.
It is said that Jiu Huang Shu speaks less than a hundred words throughout the year!
Seeing Dong Lingjiu, Feng Qingchu hesitated for a moment before walking forward.
About nine meters away from the East Tomb, Feng Qingchen suddenly stopped in her tracks, her feet as if filled with lead, unable to move forward.
She never thought that she was despicable at this time, even standing in the grand hall of the imperial palace, she could still look down on others with pride and ignore the contempt in their eyes.
But for some reason, facing Dong Lingjiu who was as elegant and refined as an immortal, Feng Qingchen felt that his hands were not like hands, and his feet were not like feet...
In her heart, she didn't want this man to see her in such a disheveled state.
Phoenix Light Dust is unaware, compared to this more brutal and savage side, Dongling Jiudu has seen it.
No matter what they think, those standing there are all princes.
Feng Qingchen bowed her head, hiding the struggle in her eyes, and stepped forward to kneel: "Qingchen pays respects to the Ninth King, may you live for a thousand years, a thousand years, ten thousand years."
“……”
Dong Lingjiu didn't say a word and calmly accepted Feng Qingchen's courtesy. From afar, it seemed like Feng Qingchen was in a sorry state, but now...
"It's hard to look at."
Dongling Jiuru Shidi Dao.
One hundred sentences in a year, and yet Feng Qingchen got one sentence, it's not simple!
Ke Feng felt a sudden sharp pain in her heart, but she didn't feel honored at all.
She looked up at Dong Lingjiu, but inadvertently fell into Dong Lingjiu's deep eyes.
What a beautiful pair of eyes.
In her dark eyes, a radiant light flows, just like the endless sky, making people deeply intoxicated.
Feng Qingchen was enchanted by the sight and couldn't take her eyes off it for a long time.
But little did he know that this had touched upon Dong Lingjiu's taboo.
"Feng Qingchen!" Dong Ling Jiu Lian shouted, his black eyes cold, exuding a chilling killing intent. Feng Qingchen's gaze also seemed impatient.
This is the second sentence!
"Get out..."
This is the third sentence!
Dong Ling's nine generals threw their clothes on Feng Qingchen's body and didn't look at her again, proudly turning around and walking away.
This phoenix is light and dusty, but it's just that! A shallow woman to the extreme, fortunately he still thinks this girl is extraordinary.
In the blink of an eye, a hint of disappointment flashed across Dong Lingjiu's eyes.
"What?" Feng Qingchen looked at her clothes and was momentarily stunned.
A gust of wind blew over, and Feng Qingchen felt a chill all over her body, and her mind suddenly cleared up.
No matter what reason this ninth uncle had, she accepted it anyway.
A faint smile played on his lips, and he unconsciously spread out the clothes in his hand and draped them over himself.
It's very warm!
Just as Feng Qingchen was about to walk forward, Dongling Jiuzheng took out a snow-white handkerchief and carefully wiped his hands. After wiping them clean, he tossed the handkerchief into a nearby lotus pond...
Feng Qingchen disappeared just like this handkerchief, vanishing from Dongling Jiuyi's impression.
