"If you can't pinch it, then touch it. Even if you touch your whole body, I don't mind." Murong Lingxuan hugged Feng Yunhua and walked towards the street. Under the bright sunshine, his face looked like an evil one.
His handsome face bloomed with a smile that charmed all living beings, and his pair of long, narrow and beautiful eyes looked at the person hugging his chest, releasing the slightest signal of electricity and love.
After Feng Yunhua was slightly dazed, she regained her clarity for a moment, glared at Murong Lingxuan with disdain, pulled her lips and said sarcastically.
"You are such a monster. You have rough skin and tough flesh. It would be better to pet you by raising a puppy. At least the fur on the puppy's body is still soft."
"Ouch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Lingxuan pinched his little butt hard.
"Little one, please don't say that again. If someone hears it and spreads it to the palace, it will cause you trouble."
Feng Yunhua rolled her eyes and said nothing.
At the right time, Murong Lingxuan had already reached the intersection of Yanliu Street with Feng Yunhua in his arms. A soft sedan chair carried by four people was already waiting here. The four bearers stood upright beside the sedan pole and saw
The noble figure of Murong Lingxuan came forward, and the four of them bowed together and shouted respectfully.
"Your Majesty."
Murong Lingxuan just nodded lightly and got into the soft sedan with Feng Yunhua in his arms. Four bearers carried the soft sedan and walked steadily towards Jinhua Medical Center on Jiuqu Street.
After returning to the hospital, Feng Yunhua took out a bottle of Wei Meng Kidney Strengthening Pill and handed it to Murong Lingxuan, and then she walked into the hospital.
In the medical center, the sound of shavings and nails could be heard constantly. Carpenter Lu and several apprentices were doing carpentry. After Feng Yunhua communicated with Carpenter Lu about the renovation of the medical center, he went directly to the backyard and got in.
Alchemy room.
The sun rose and the moon set, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the early morning of the third day, Feng Yunhua had just gotten up and had breakfast with Jin Yue. Murong Lingfeng came over with two waiters from the plaque shop carrying a plaque made of sycamore wood.
"Miss Feng, I have personally sent you a plaque. Look at the words 'Jinhua Medical Center' on this plaque. You are satisfied." The corners of Murong Lingfeng's lips curled up happily, and you can see his mood at the moment.
Excellent.
As he spoke, he walked to the plaque, pulled his hand, and the silk covering the plaque was torn off. Four vigorous, majestic, and flying fonts were exposed in the bright sunshine.
Feng Yunhua also walked to the plaque, admired the fonts on the plaque for a while, curled her lips slightly, and nodded with great satisfaction.
"The Ye Family Plaque Shop is indeed the best plaque shop in Yanjing City. Although the fonts on this plaque are engraved, they still have a flying, majestic, bold and free style." Feng Yunhua praised without hesitation.
After hearing Feng Yunhua's praise, Murong Lingfeng's lips were raised and he smiled like a pomegranate in August, grinning from ear to ear.
"Don't worry if you like it. I'll let them hang up the plaque."
Feng Yunhua nodded.
Murong Lingfeng was about to instruct the two clerks at the plaque shop to hang up the plaque. Before he could say anything, a strange and sinister voice sounded from behind him.
"This plaque is really ugly, especially the font on it. It is the most ugly font I have ever seen."
Just by listening to this voice, without raising her head, Feng Yunhua had already guessed who the owner of the voice was?
Except for Murong Lingxuan, there is no one else.
When I think of the strange way these two brothers get along with each other, every time they meet they either fight or bicker, Feng Yunhua suddenly feels a headache.
"Second brother, what's wrong with the font on this plaque?" Murong Lingfeng looked at Murong Lingxuan with a dark face and asked unconvinced.
"More than enough vigor, not enough agility. Not good, very bad. It's so small, why don't I write four words and let the plaque shop imitate my handwriting and make a new one." The last sentence was Murong Lingxuan's real purpose.