There was a servant passing by outside the hospital, and before he could finish his question, Feng Yiyi shouted him down.
Her body suddenly froze, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Fortunately, that bitch Feng Yinwan didn’t notice!
"What are you yelling at? Why don't you leave quickly!"
Being scolded inexplicably, the boy nodded his head tremblingly and ran away quickly.
Feng Yiyi turned her eyes back to the courtyard, her eyes swept over the two people who were concentrating on sword practice, and she curled her lips proudly.
Just wait, Feng Yinwan!
Although it was deliberately staged, Song Qing'an's swordsmanship was indeed not bad, and under his guidance, Feng Yinwan's control of his internal energy had indeed improved.
"Master Song taught me well, and I really feel much better."
After drawing the sword away, Feng Yinwan turned her wrist and handed the sword back.
Song Qing'an took it with both hands and said, "The princess is very talented, but I only give you some guidance and don't dare to thank you."
He is always polite.
Feng Yinwan waved her hand, her beautiful eyes swept towards the shadow at the courtyard door, and the corners of her lips curled up.
"That's all for today's training. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Song. Yuping, let's serve tea."
To make a play, it is definitely not a temporary achievement.
Song Qing'an understood and nodded immediately, "Thank you, Princess."
A pot of scented tea was boiled and boiled for a whole afternoon on the clay stove.
Feng Yin was leaning on the wicker chair in the middle of the night, holding a tea cup with her green-white jade fingers. Her silhouette reflected by the setting sun was also lazy and charming.
Song Qing'an took a surprised look and looked a little lost.
The courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and Yuping quickly walked in carrying two porcelain bowls.
"Miss, you're ready to drink the sour plum and lychee."
When Song Qing'an came to his senses, the porcelain cup was brought to him.
Feng Yinwan picked up the spoon and took a mouthful. Seeing that he was still stunned, she immediately said hello again.
"Master Song, let's try it. Yuping's craftsmanship is almost the same as that of the masters at Juxian Tower."
Song Qing'an nodded, hesitantly picked it up and took a bite.
Too sour.
In a daze, the soup in Feng Yinwan's bowl had reached the bottom. He smacked his lips and looked at Yuping in a flattering manner.
"Yuping, serve me another bowl! Just one bowl!"
Yuping glanced at her, a little embarrassed, "Miss, you said the same thing this morning..."
Ice is a rare thing in Beijing, so after brewing the sour plum and lychee drink, she put it in the well to chill.
Although it tastes good, drinking too much is always bad for a woman’s health.
However, Feng Yinwan couldn't help but pester her to cheat.
"The last bowl, I promise! Good Yuping, please, please, please!"
Although my lady looks pretty, she is also really cute in appearance.
Unable to resist the beauty's coquettish behavior, Yuping immediately gave in.
"Okay, but miss, this is really the last bowl."
Feng Yinwan nodded, like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
This looks a bit cute.
She was always cool and dignified when he saw her. Song Qingan was lost in thought for a moment and was slightly stunned.
The gaze from her side was too hot, and Feng Yinwan turned her head, confused.
"Master Song?"
"Um……"
Song Qingan quickly retracted his eyes, and a touch of micro-powder bloomed on the tip of his ears.
Feng Yinwan didn't know why, and was about to lift her lips when she heard him speak again, and when she opened her mouth, her voice returned to normal.
"The princess seems to like sour food?"
Feng Yinwan was startled when she was asked. The words of denial came to her lips, but she hesitated.
As a person who only eats candied haws, she really doesn't dare to say that she likes sour food, but...
She glanced at the bowl in her hand and licked her lips.
It does seem a little unusual lately.
Feng Yin's late pregnancy was widely spread both inside and outside the palace, and Song Qing'an naturally heard about it.
Seeing that she didn't speak, his eyes darkened and he stood up immediately.
"I've finished the tea. I'll take my leave first."
All afternoon, Feng Yiyi ordered people to keep an eye on the goings-on in the Xiulou area. She was almost overjoyed when she saw that Song Qing'an came out just before dinner.
Within two steps, the two met in the garden. Feng Yiyi's eyes flashed and she immediately walked up to meet them.
"Master Song?"
Seeing her, Song Qingan paused slightly.
"Second Miss."
Feng Yiyi curled her lips and rolled her eyes quickly.
"Did you just come out of the elder sister's courtyard? Why did you stay so long?"
Remembering Feng Yinwan's instructions, Song Qing'an nodded and spoke politely.
"The princess was very interested and kept asking me for advice, so she stayed a little longer."
Questions to ask?
How can that bitch be so studious?
She snorted secretly, but when she opened her mouth, she agreed very much.
"Yes, yes, eldest sister, she is always eager to learn. You must go again tomorrow!"
Song Qing'an nodded, "The princess also has this intention."
Feng Yiyi almost stopped laughing.
This bitch really suits her needs!
After eating and drinking, the fatigue of the day suddenly came to him. Feng Yinwan lazily yawned and went straight back to the bed to sleep.
Yuping put away the bowls at his side and spoke with some concern.
"Miss, are you really not going to explain it to the prince again?"
They say couples don't fight every night, so why does she look at the lady like she wants to fight to the end?
"What's the explanation? He's as stubborn as a cow."
Feng Yinwan kicked off her shoes and got directly into bed, "Sleep!"
Yuping shook his head helplessly, picked up the tray and left the room.
The breeze caressed the moon, and soon there were snores in the embroidery building, but in the main courtyard of Prince Mo's Mansion, the lights hung high and the candles flickered.
The atmosphere in the room was frighteningly dull.
Qi Xuan resisted the pressure and walked through the door tremblingly, carrying a tea cup. Before he could open his mouth, the pressure from his own prince came.
"Who let you in?"
"Your Majesty, you haven't eaten for a day, please take good care of your body..."
Qi Xuan put the tea cup up and buried his head lower than the tray.
Ye Tinglan was about to have an attack when a wisp of quiet fragrance filled his nose. He was immediately startled and stopped the force of his palms.
It was the clear jasmine and ginseng tea that Feng Yin brewed at night after he suffered from cold poison.
His thoughts were stirred, Ye Tinglan's eyes flickered for a moment, and the coldness at the corners of his lips suddenly melted away.
"She has returned home? Why didn't she come in person to admit her mistake?"
Woman, as long as you come and admit your mistake to me, I will forgive you!
Qi Xuan's eyelids twitched when he was asked, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
Just as he was thinking about how to answer, he saw Ye Tinglan reaching out to pick up the tea cup, frowning and urging.
"This king is asking you something."
Between lying and being brainless, Qi Xuan chose the latter without hesitation.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the Princess has not returned home..."
Not back home?
Ye Tinglan's hand holding the tea cup paused, and his handsome face suddenly turned cold.
"There is no need to be so secretive. Since she is willing to make tea, she has sincerely admitted her mistake to the king and asked her to come in."
Qi Xuan:...I called you a ghost!
Although he was afraid of death, he still had to admit it.
"Your Majesty... this tea was brewed by my subordinate..."
In an instant, the chill above my head suddenly became extremely cold.
Qi Xuan said: The princess has not come back, so I made this tea.
What Ye Tinglan heard: Hahaha, I made you angry, you should be kicked! Not only did the princess not realize her mistake, she also stayed in the general's residence to live happily, chatting and laughing with Mr. Song, spending time in front of the flowers and under the moonlight, she was so happy.
!
"Bang——"
The tea cup was smashed to the ground with a strong force and turned into a burst of powder.
Ye Tinglan's face was extremely ugly.
"Go and seal Lanqingyuan to this king!"
Damn woman, if you don’t want to come back, don’t come back!