"No, I asked Qingmeng to take her back to Prince Chu's Mansion." Murong Lingxuan said.
"Ask Qingmeng to bring her here, I need help here." Feng Yunhua said calmly.
"If you need any help, I'll do it." Murong Lingxuan volunteered.
"You have been pampered since you were a child. You probably didn't even bring a rag. You are sure to help me clean the room." Feng Yunhua tilted her head and looked at Murong Lingxuan with a smile, waiting to see how embarrassed he was.
"It's just cleaning the room. Why is it so difficult? Where's the rag?" Murong Lingxuan said, not wanting to be looked down upon by Feng Yunhua, while looking around for the rag.
There is free labor, so don’t use it in vain.
"Come with me."
Feng Yunhua led Murong Lingxuan towards the backyard.
"The four rooms in the backyard, including the kitchen, need to be cleaned. Murong Lingxuan, if you regret it now, you can leave and ask Jin Yue to come and help me."
"Look down on me. Although I have never held a rag since I was a child, this kind of servant's job is still not difficult for me. Today, for you, I, Murong Lingxuan, picked up a rag and became an unprecedented Yan. The first cleaning prince in the country." The corners of Murong Lingxuan's lips raised, and a faint smile spread on Yu Qing's face, which was indescribably funny.
Feng Yunhua couldn't help but twitching her lips, she took the yard broom and stuffed it into Murong Lingxuan's hand, "Since you insist on helping, then clean up the yard first."
"As you command, my lady." Murong Lingxuan took the broom and scratched it in the air, making a funny look, not forgetting to ask for some benefits.
"Who is your wife? Why don't you go and clean the yard? If you don't clean it, you won't be allowed to have dinner today." Feng Yunhua put his hands on his waist and shouted in a low voice, pretending to be angry.
"But I've already had dinner."
"Then you will be punished by not being allowed to sleep until you finish sweeping." Feng Yunhua raised her head and looked at the sky. The sun was setting, the light of the day was dim, and a waning moon quietly climbed over the treetops and hung diagonally on the horizon.
"It seems that in order to sleep well tonight, my men must move faster." Murong Lingxuan curled his lips, with a charming but somewhat funny smile on Yu Qing's face. He really looked decent. Clean up the dead flowers and fallen leaves in the yard.
Feng Yunhua casually picked up a rag and a small bucket of water, turned around and walked into the house to clean the room.
Half an hour later, night had fallen, and the night completely enveloped this quiet and quiet courtyard.
Murong Lingxuan threw away the broom in his hand and walked towards one of the lighted rooms.
Pushing the door open, a strong aroma of medicine hit my nostrils. I saw Feng Yunhua, who had cleaned the room long ago, sitting on a low stool. In front of her was a medicine pounding bowl. She was holding a medicine pounding pestle in her hand. Beating the medicinal materials in the bowl.
"Little one, what kind of medicinal materials are you pounding? Do you need help?" Murong Lingxuan walked over and looked at Feng Yunhua's slender hands with the help of the weak candlelight in the room. Because she was holding the medicine pestle too hard, The bones in her hands were protruding, as if she was exerting great effort, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and a touch of distress slid across her eyes.
As he spoke, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from Feng Yunhua's forehead.
"I didn't expect that pounding medicine is such a laborious job. You came just in time and you are very strong. You can help me pound all these medicinal materials into powder." Feng Yunhua pointed at the sliced medicinal materials at her feet. He said, while giving up his seat to Murong Lingxuan unceremoniously.
In order to win the beauty's heart as soon as possible, Murong Lingxuan sat down, took the medicine pestle handed over by Feng Yunhua, and began to pound the medicine diligently.