If Qin'an Palace is burned, it must be the fire that Feng Jiuqing himself set.

Otherwise, the secret room full of portraits of Nanxing was burned to the ground overnight after she discovered it?

He didn't want her to ask anything again, just like the question he didn't answer last night.

Feng Jiuqing avoided him. Now that he goes to Qin'an Palace again, what can he find?

Chu Qingge leaned against the door and finally calmed down completely.

"It's okay, I won't go." She turned around and returned to the room.

"Ninth Princess!" Feng Zao chased after the arch of the east wing.

Seeing Qiqiao standing behind Qingge, Feng Zao smiled at her: "Qiao'er."

"I'm not Qiao'er!" Qi Qiao frowned, and was so annoying that the most annoying thing about her was calling her Qiao'er.

Feng Zao didn't care, so he turned to Qingge: "Princess, please go and see the prince!"

"What's the best thing?" Chu Qingge curled his lips. He was worried and had to serve the eldest child. He was in a bad mood.

However, her feet that had entered the room had already been taken back.

Lan Yu immediately said, "Princess, I'll say hello to you. I'm going to go out to find a craftsman."

After giving up these words, Lan Yu and Qi Qiaofeng had already said hello and left immediately.

"Where is Mu Yuan?" Qingge asked.

Qi Qiao shrugged: "There were no people early in the morning, who knows?"

Qingge sorted out his clothes, then brought the needle bag medicine box, and left with Feng Zao.

Feng Liye was in the room and drove Feng Zao out before, so Feng Zao did not dare to get close this time.

Chu Qingge walked over and was about to knock on the door, but heard a clang inside.

She immediately pushed the door open.

The man stood in front of the desk and was about to pour tea for himself. Unexpectedly, his hand slipped and the teapot didn't hold it tightly, falling to the ground and shattered with a clang.

Feng Zao, who also heard the noise, looked worried and looked at the door, but he still didn't dare to go in.

"Go and clean up, and then change to a pot of new tea." Qingge walked in.

"Yes!" Someone gave himself an order, Feng Dao came in and immediately entered with peace of mind.

Feng Liye calmly put down the cup.

Even if I can't even do such a simple thing for myself, it's a bit embarrassing.

"What are you here to do?" He glanced at Chu Qingge with indifferent eyes.

This attitude is cold and hard.

Feng Zao was stunned and didn't even dare to breathe his breath, so he had to pack up his things quickly.

The prince... has a strong self-esteem and his fragile side, how can he let the girl he likes see?

Therefore, I would rather drive people away.

"I'll take your pulse for you." Chu Qingge put down the medicine box.

"No, this prince is very good." Sure enough, a model of suffering for fear of face.

Feng was already anxious for him.

I don’t know who it was, but I kept muttering in my dreams last night, calling either a dead woman or a Qinger.

Aren’t it all the Ninth Princess?

Chu Qingge glanced at him. In fact, she didn't need to take her pulse at all. She could see clearly at first glance.

"Okay, since the prince is fine, I'll go back and prescribe a prescription for you and let Feng Zao decoct the medicine for you."

"Goodbye!" He bowed his hand, turned around and left without any nostalgia.

The man behind him was so angry that he almost fainted!

Can't say a few nice words?

If you beg him, let her stay! It’s not really about to drive her away!

Feng Zao couldn't see the embarrassment of the prince, but this... this... you found the prince yourself? Who can you blame?
Chapter completed!