"Good morning, madam, are you coming to see the young master so early in the morning?" Early in the morning, Youxiang had just opened the door and walked around the yard to do some exercise, when she saw the prime minister's wife walking in with someone.
She had only lived there for two days and was already scared. The prime minister's wife wanted to win over them.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw You Xiang picking flower dew in the yard. He heard that she was deliberately treating Murong Qiu Feng. He immediately admired her greatly. The more he looked at her, the more satisfied he became. This girl not only has outstanding appearance, but also has good conduct and talent.
The most important thing is to care enough about Feng'er.
If Youxiang knew what she was thinking, she would definitely roll her eyes and be speechless. Can I not care? If he loses even one hair, I will have to peel off my skin. You should just stop working. Murong Qiufeng may never have a chance with a woman in this life.
Already.
However, seeing how interested the lady was, Youxiang also felt that the prince was unscrupulous and abducted a pure boy from a good family, leaving his parents without a grandchild.
"Haha, Xiaoxiang, why did you get up so early? Just let the servants do these things. Girls should have a good rest."
"Haha." Youxiang smiled awkwardly, "I usually need to do these things myself. I don't trust others to do it. By the way, the young master is probably getting up now, so I'll go and take a look."
"Hey, no, no, no, I made some tonic soup, you can drink it together later. I'm going to the Buddhist temple today to burn incense and pray for blessings. Feng'er will leave it to you to take care of me." The prime minister's wife smiled and grabbed Youxiang's somewhat cold hand.
I patted it with my hands, thinking that my wife would be more and more satisfied with it.
Youxiang smiled so hard that the corners of her mouth froze. She took the tray and watched the three people leave. "Madam, go slowly."
Then he lowered his head and smelled the tonic soup, and suddenly took a breath, and then couldn't help but snicker. It seemed that the prime minister's wife wanted to have her grandson as soon as possible. This tonic soup was no less powerful than ordinary aphrodisiacs. If Murong Qiu
Feng drank it, and the prince probably knew about it and wanted to skin her.
Sighing, he took the tonic soup book and wanted to find a place to pour it out, but suddenly he paused, glanced sideways, rolled his eyes, curled up a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, and turned around to walk towards Murong Qiufeng's room.
Murong Qiufeng had a habit. After getting up in the morning, he would read for a while to clear his mind and practice sword practice. He should be reading a book at the moment. The prime minister's wife had just arrived. He obviously knew about it but didn't come out. It seemed that he was scared.
.
When I pushed the door open and went in, I saw Murong Qiufeng reading a book.
Youxiang curled her lips, walked over with the soup, and said in a tired tone, "Haha, Feng, this is the tonic soup that Auntie specially stewed for us, do you want to drink it?"
The corner of Murong Qiufeng's mouth twitched, and he looked at Youxiang in astonishment, as if he was meeting her for the first time. When he smelled the smell of the soup, the corners of his eyes also twitched, and he looked at Youxiang in confusion.
Youxiang glanced outward from the corner of her eyes, then blinked at him and said two words silently: Acting!
Murong Qiufeng frowned slightly, not knowing why, but he also cooperated with Youxiang and said softly, "Oh, you drink first, and I will drink later." Murong Qiufeng's voice itself was gentle, and this soft tone made it appear more gentle.
Youxiang Ren smiled, but her voice became even softer, "Auntie gave me an order to drink it quickly. Come on, or else you can read your book and I'll feed you. Open your mouth and be careful not to drop it on your hands."
Murong Qiufeng didn't say anything else. There was only a faint chuckle and the sound of tinkling porcelain in the room.
Murong Qiufeng raised his eyebrows and looked at Youxiang in amusement as he spoke in a bored tone while slowly feeding the bowl of soup to the little pine tree on the table. When he turned his eyes, he also noticed that there was someone outside.
A strange smell.
But he just thought it was his mother who sent someone to keep an eye on him, so he didn't think much about it and just laughed helplessly.
Youxiang suddenly turned her eyes, put down the bowl, and then walked towards Murong Qiufeng, "Oh, Feng, why are you so hot? Do you have a fever? Look, they told you to take good care of your injuries. Don't get up so early. Come on, come on.
Lying on the bed, ah, don't pull your clothes off, I'll help you take them off, why are you so weird, ah, what are you doing, let me go." As he spoke, he pushed Murong Qiufeng to the bed and sat down, lowering the curtain.
"Hmm~ It's indeed a little hot, Xiaoyou, your body is really cold."
"Hmm~ I hate it, don't touch me, don't take off my clothes, ah~ Feng, we haven't gotten married yet, now, um, this is not good."
"I will be responsible. I will propose marriage to the prince in a while and ask him to marry you to me."
…
Murong Qiufeng's eyes widened and he was surprised to see Youxiang squatting beside the bed talking to herself. He didn't expect that she could imitate other people's voices so closely, but he always felt a little uncomfortable. That voice sounded
It was as if he was talking. The soft hum made his face turn red. He couldn't help but think about whether his voice sounded like this when he had some unprovoked incident with Shangguan Ye, and he was completely embarrassed.
Youxiang saw Murong Qiufeng suddenly holding his forehead, his face turned red and white, and sighed secretly, the prince is so innocent, and Murong Qiufeng is still so innocent after training him for so long. When can he eat like this?
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a somewhat urgent yet calm voice sounded softly, "Sir, please ask Miss Youxiang to come."
Youxiang raised her eyebrows, with a proud smile on her lips.
Murong Qiufeng frowned slightly, then pursed his lips, glanced at Youxiang, with a bit of a smile, as if sighing or praising.
Seeing such a meaningful glance from Murong Qiufeng, Youxiang's heart skipped a beat, and she cursed secretly in her heart, what a monster. Then she hurriedly turned around, opened the curtain, walked out, and opened the door hurriedly, "Why did the Prime Minister invite me in?"
Standing at the door was an ordinary-looking maid, about fifteen years old. Seeing Youxiang coming out, she was stunned for a moment, then a cold light flashed deep in her eyes, but she hurriedly lowered her head and shook her head, "I don't know, the prime minister only said that the situation is serious.
, please come into the palace, young lady."
At this moment, Youxiang's face was still a little red because of Murong Qiufeng's glance, and there was a bit of embarrassment and unnaturalness in her eyes. In addition, her collar was deliberately messed up by her, so she couldn't help others' imaginations. This effect was better than the deliberate one.
Even better.
Youxiang looked at the maid, curled her lips and smiled softly. She turned her head and said inside, "Master, you have a good rest. Xiaoyou will come when you go." After saying that, she went out, said something to the maid, and went to her room to get medicine.
box and left with her.
But at this moment, there was no one in Murong Qiufeng's room. The window on one side was open, and the cold wind was blowing the small pine trees on the table, and the leaves were trembling slightly.
Youxiang looked at the maid who was walking behind with her head down, and asked with her lips curled up, "Why are you keeping your head down? You accidentally bumped into her."
The maid quickly raised her head, but felt a little unnatural, and asked in a low voice, "The relationship between the young lady and our young master is really good. Will the young lady become a young lady in the future?"
"Uh, this, maybe." Youxiang replied a little shyly.
The maid suddenly stopped and screamed, "Hey, miss, don't move, there are bugs on your shoulders."
Youxiang twitched the corner of her mouth and cursed secretly, Zhao Xiru is so stupid that he dares to say such an idiotic excuse.