Not expecting to bump into her here, Song Qingan's hand holding Feng Yiyi was slightly stiff.
"I've met the princess."
He nodded with the same respect as before. Thinking of the farce at Sihai Yunyan last time, Feng Yinwan felt a little guilty.
We originally agreed to treat him to a meal to express our gratitude, but it was unexpectedly disturbed by Ye Tinglan...
"I haven't seen you for many days. Has Mr. Song's injury been completely healed?"
Song Qing'an nodded, "Princess Lao, I'm sorry, she's already fine."
"That's good."
Feng Yinwan nodded, glanced at Feng Yiyi who was standing aside, and said, "Yiyi is inconvenient, I would like Mr. Song to take care of her."
"I came here at the invitation of the second lady, as I should."
Feng Yinwan curled her lips and nodded, then took the lead to enter the dining room.
Mrs. Yu had already been waiting inside. When she heard the noise, she ran straight past her towards Feng Yiyi behind her.
"Hey, why did you come here by yourself? Just tell someone to let me know, and my mother will order someone to deliver the food!"
As she said this, she was about to grab Feng Yiyi's hand. Feng Yiyi quickly reminded her and turned her eyes secretly to Song Qing'an who was aside.
"Mother, Mr. Song is still here!"
Hearing this, Mrs. Yu reluctantly raised her eyelids and looked at Song Qing'an.
"Master Song, it is already troublesome to help Yiyi over. Now that we have reached the door, let me help her in personally."
After she said that, she grabbed Feng Yiyi's arm and helped her go inside.
Song Qingan didn't care much about being squeezed away, and just followed silently.
After dinner, the atmosphere was simply weird and awkward.
Feng Yinwan had no intention of exploring and went back to the embroidery building after eating.
Yuping was playing with a box of snacks in the room. When he saw her coming back, he immediately said something.
"Miss, the prince has sent some cakes, would you like to try them?"
Having eaten enough for dinner, Feng Yinwan felt tired when she saw the cakes and immediately waved her hand.
"Leave it for now and go get the medicine basket for me."
Ye Tingyun will enter the next stage of treatment in the next two days, and she needs to prepare a new drug first.
There was a cool breeze blowing outside, and she was sitting by the window concentrating on sorting out the prescriptions. The lights in the corners of the house were hanging down, casting a beautiful silhouette.
This scene fell right into Song Qingan's eyes.
"Master Song?"
He looked a little fascinated, and Feng Yiyi called out twice slowly, her eyes flickering in the dark.
"Song Gong, what are you looking at?"
Song Qing'an came to his senses and quickly looked away, "Miss Yiyi, what did you just say?"
Feng Yiyi glanced at him, then turned to look at the embroidered building, her lips curled up in a half-smile.
"Young Master Song was so fascinated just now, but was he looking at the eldest sister?"
Song Qing'an's heart tightened when his thoughts were exposed, and he immediately denied it out loud.
"Second Miss has misunderstood, I'm..."
"Okay, I know how you feel about your eldest sister. If not, why would you come just as soon as you are invited?"
She already knew about it when Song Qingan came to the house before.
Song Qing'an's expression suddenly became serious when he heard this.
"The princess has a distinguished status and is very affectionate with King Mo. I have no other intention except respect. I hope that the second lady will not take advantage of me for fun."
Prude!
Feng Yiyi secretly sneered in her heart and continued to seduce.
"Master Song, why are you so anxious to deny it? I am doing this for the sake of my sister."
Song Qingan frowned and listened to her again without waiting for a word.
"You don't know something, but there is Bai Yueguang beside King Mo, who is very kind to him."
"On the surface, he only pretends to be affectionate with his sister, but in fact he treats her indifferently and allows others to bully her. Otherwise, why would my sister return to the general's mansion again and again?"
As if to confirm what she said, Feng Yiyi sighed again.
"Sister, she is the legitimate daughter. She has to take care of the face of the general's palace. It is hard to explain such an embarrassing thing."
"I have no intention of inviting you here, but because of the friendship between our two families, I hope you can help open up my sister's heart and make her happier."
These two sentences really sounded like they were thinking about Feng Yinwan.
Song Qing'an Qingjun's brows tightened as he suddenly remembered the incident at Qingpu Temple.
Feng Yiyi said "White Moonlight, my heart is so good" at Ye Tinglan, it should be Miss Qin.
Although King Mo never said it clearly, the care he expressed for her in his words was definitely not a lie.
The scene of a cloud banquet all over the world that day passed before his eyes again, and Song Qingan's hand hanging by his side was quietly clenched into a fist.
Seeing that the fire was almost done, Feng Yiyi immediately spoke again.
"Mr. Song, you also know that my eldest sister once had a facial injury, so she is a bit withdrawn and unwilling to open her heart to others. I'd like to thank you for this."
After she said that, she twisted her waist and left. Song Qingan was stunned on the spot, looking at the beautiful figure, his eyes slightly dimmed.
Feng Yinwan was always polite and distant to him.
The next day.
The air was fresh and comfortable in the early morning. Feng Yinwan suddenly became interested and immediately drew his sword and started practicing in the courtyard.
It feels surprisingly good after practicing this time, except that the strength is a bit out of control.
"Miss……"
When Yu Ping came out of the room, he was met by a sword energy, which instantly chopped down the lantern above his head.
His face turned pale with fright.
"ah!"
Feng Yinwan's heart tightened when she saw this. She wanted to tell her to avoid it but it was too late. She was about to swing her sword to split the lantern open when a figure flew towards her.
"Boom."
There was a muffled sound, and the lantern hung above Yuping's head.
Feng Yinwan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turned his eyes and saw Song Qingan's face, and was slightly startled.
"Master Song?"
The guest room where he stayed was close to the front yard, but not close to his embroidered building.
But no matter what, he saved Yuping.
"Thank you so much for your help."
Song Qing'an shook his head and raised his hand to take away the lantern, "It's such a hard work, Princess, no need to say thank you."
Yuping regained consciousness and quickly got up from the ground.
"Miss, just... I scared this slave to death just now."
The frame of the lantern was made of beech wood. If it fell from such a height, her brain would explode!
Feng Yinwan felt guilty in her heart, "I'm sorry, my swordsmanship is not very proficient yet. With this strength... I can't control it."
The blow just now was as powerful as any warrior in the army.
She actually has such inner strength.
His eyes glanced at the long sword in Feng Yinwan's hand, and Song Qingan's eyes were even more surprised.
In just a moment, his expression returned to normal.
"The princess has just learned swordsmanship. It is rare to do so. Her loss of strength is due to her poor control over her internal strength, and she has not yet been able to control her internal strength freely."
He smiled warmly on his lips and nodded again, "If you don't mind, I can teach you how to control your inner strength."
Song Qingan's skills may not be as good as Ye Tinglan's, but they are certainly not bad.
Feng Yinwan was somewhat moved, but it was not very suitable for him as a foreigner to be here.
"I appreciate Mr. Song's kindness. It's just that my talent is dull and I might not be able to learn it in a while. So there's no need to bother."
It was expected that he would be declined. Song Qingan had no intention of offending and was about to nod when the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open.
The biting cold air suddenly swept across. Feng Yinwan raised his eyes and his body immediately trembled.
"Wang...Prince?"
Why did Ye Tinglan come?
His dark eyes swept over Song Qing'an's body, Ye Tinglan pursed her thin lips tightly, and the chill on his handsome face was frightening.
"Feng Yinwan, is this what you told me about practicing hard and diligently?"