At this moment, Feng Yinwan was almost knocked out of her lungs on the soft couch. She turned over and got up, and hurriedly touched her silver needle while trembling.
She decided!
If Ye Tinglan dares to come up later, she will die with him!
She was fully prepared for a life-and-death situation, but Ye Tinglan glanced at her indifferently, but had no intention of coming forward.
"Looking at what I am doing, do you really think that I will touch you?"
There was a hint of ridicule, a touch of sarcasm, and a bit of subtle...satisfaction in this tone?!
Feng Yinwan:???
What happened?
Ye Tinglan examined her secretly. There was confusion, confusion, and anger on her face, but there was no disappointment that he wanted to see!
She is not disappointed, he is the one who is disappointed!
His thin lips pursed tightly, and he sneered and shook his sleeves, "You should have a rest, I will go back to my house."
After he said that, he flew directly through the window and left. Feng Yinwan was confused for only a second, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
very good.
Men who don’t love themselves are like rotten cabbage. It seems Ye Tinglan doesn’t understand this truth!
…
Fengfu Garden.
Two figures, one blue and one pink, walked side by side, but they seemed to be very different from each other, each with their own thoughts.
Feng Yiyi's ambition has always been more than that, so even if Song Qing'an came here specially today, she never looked at him.
However, this does not mean that she can tolerate the other party being absent-minded and paying no attention to her!
"Master Song has just entered the backyard and started looking around. What are you looking for?"
The sharpness in her tone was very obvious. When Song Qingan saw this, he realized his gaffe and immediately looked away apologetically.
"My pardon, Miss Feng Er, this is my first time coming to Zhenguo General's Mansion. I have never seen such a scene before, so I was a little curious for a while."
He was gentle and gentle, and what he said was nothing more than modest polite words. Unexpectedly, in Feng Yiyi's ears, he turned out to be a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Feng Yiyi glanced at him secretly, feeling even more resentful in her heart.
What's the use of having a face! He really comes from a small family and has only this little vision!
Song Qing'an didn't care. He pursed his lips and said warmly, "I wonder if there are other ladies in the house?"
"What do you mean!"
"Ms. Feng Er, please don't misunderstand me. I just saw a girl in purple. Seeing her extraordinary bearing, I thought she was also a young lady from the house, so I wanted to ask something."
Feng Yiyi raised her eyebrows and said, "The eldest sister has been married a long time ago. I am the only young lady in the house now. How can there be anyone else!"
Frowning her brows, she suddenly became suspicious again, "Did you just say purple shirt?"
Song Qing'an nodded, "It's lavender woven satin with hibiscus and begonia embroidered on it. I just met you in front of the dining room door."
Those who leave the dining room still wear purple clothes...
He must be talking about Feng Yinwan!
After realizing this, Feng Yiyi suddenly felt an unknown fire in her heart.
Feng Yinwan is a bitch, I didn't think she was so attractive before, but now that her face has been cured, she is trying to steal a man from her!
Gritting her teeth bitterly, she glanced at Song Qing'an beside her, and a thought flashed through her mind.
He immediately laughed out loud and said, "Mr. Song, I know who you are talking about~"
…
Already a little sleepy, and being frightened and thrown, Feng Yinwan was really a little weak.
After Ye Tinglan left, she fell asleep on the couch lying on her side. It was Yuping who came back and saw her and woke her up.
"Miss, where is the prince?"
Ye Tinglan was nowhere to be seen, so Yuping asked cautiously.
Feng Yinwan moved her aching and numb arms, her resentment still lingering in her heart, "No matter what he does!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of the jade pastries on the table, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she immediately became energetic.
"White jade hibiscus cake? Yuping, I love you so much!"
This snack was planted when I returned home last time. Feng Yinwan ate several meals in a row and simply fell in love with it.
Yuping smiled shyly when he heard this, "I thought that the young lady likes to eat, so I just happened to see some when passing by the kitchen, so I brought it back."
Feng Yinwan nodded vigorously while eating, "You should eat too!"
Yuping glanced at the few pastries on the plate and shook her head, "Miss, you can eat it. I ate too much at noon, and I still feel full now."
Feng Yinwan, who didn't like eating alone the most, raised her eyebrows when she heard this. Just as she was about to stuff one into her, she heard the cry of a boy from outside.
"Miss, the master said that the embroidered building is a women's boudoir, and it would be more suitable for the prince to stay in the Qingzhu Courtyard. I have come to ask Yuping to clean it up."
After getting the excuse, Yuping immediately responded, "I know!"
"Miss, please eat first. I'll be back soon, slave."
After she said that, she quickly went downstairs. The voice faded away first. When Yuping went down, she only saw a figure leaving in a hurry.
Feng Yinwan sighed silently and consciously left a few pieces for Yuping.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cabinet full of bottles and cans. Feng Yinwan patted the crumbs on his fingertips and stood up straight away.
General Feng spent a lot of money on this pile of things, and it would be boring to just sit idle. She might be able to find something useful if she picked through them.
There were so many bottles and cans. Feng Yinwan carefully identified the ingredients and then classified them in order. Unknowingly, the sky became a little dark.
Just after stretching, there were footsteps on the stairs. She thought it was Yuping coming back, so she didn't pay attention.
"Have you finished cleaning up?"
"Ye Tinglan is a very naughty person. He will find fault even if you don't like him at all. It's really hard on you."
The footsteps are still approaching, but no one behind him responds.
Feng Yinwan frowned, and just as she was about to turn around, she heard a low gasp, and her heart suddenly became alert.
Not Yuping!
As soon as I thought about it, the silver needle touched my fingertips.
Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes were sharp, and when the person approached, she quickly poked out the silver needle.
The tip of the needle pierced the flesh and went straight into the visitor's acupuncture point. She stood up quickly, and what she saw was a lake-blue figure.
Feng Yinwan was startled for a moment, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"It's you?!"
Song Qing'an's eyes were scarlet, and his originally fair face was immersed in scarlet.
After only stopping for a moment, he pushed the silver needle away and rushed towards her again.
Is this... Chinese medicine?
Feng Yinwan's eyes narrowed, and another silver needle flew out, but Song Qingan waved his arm to block it.
He comes from a family of military commanders, and he serves in the military, so naturally he is not as easy to deal with as the servant last time.
Feng Yinwan's eyes darkened a bit, she picked up the porcelain bottle at hand and threw it at him, and at the same time swung the silver needle again at an extremely fast speed.
This hits the mark.
Song Qing'an groaned and was about to struggle, but Feng Yinwan quickly picked up the tea on the table and poured it over.
A cup of tea was poured on his face, Song Qing'an paused, and his consciousness finally became clearer.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman looking at him warily, her pretty face as cold as ice.
Song Qingan was startled, "Girl, this is..."
Feng Yinwan pursed her lips, "You have taken Chinese medicine, don't you know?"
"traditional Chinese medicine?"
There was a stinging pain in his heart, Song Qingan's face wrinkled, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out the silver needle from his chest.
Feng Yinwan was startled. Before she could say anything to stop him, she saw that he had spit out a mouthful of black blood.
What a powerful medicine.
Song Qing'an passed out after vomiting. Feng Yinwan didn't dare to delay and quickly helped him to the couch.
She untied Song Qing'an's clothes and was about to seal his heart with a needle when a cold, angry voice sounded behind her.