Wei Nuan continued to do his own thing, while Feng Qinghan played the piano at the side. Wei Nuan became dissatisfied after playing with it for a while. He supported his chin with his right hand and listened intently to Feng Qinghan's piano music. It was really nice, as if slowly.
The flowing stream is neither fast nor cold, making people feel very comfortable.
"But are you peeking at me?" Feng Qinghan suddenly spoke, startling Wei Nuan, and a faint red appeared on his cheeks. He said angrily: "I was just watching openly! Where did I peek? Looking at my husband.
Do you still need to take a peek? Really!"
"My face must be red." Feng Qinghan teased with a smile.
Wei Nuan touched his face, and it was indeed very hot. Damn it, he was really shy. What was there to be shy about? It was strange.
Just when she was embarrassed, there was a knock at the door, "Your Majesty, Princess, the soup is ready. Should you use it in the study or go to the restaurant?"
"Go to the restaurant." Wei Nuan stood up and walked out first, Feng Qinghan followed slowly, moving freely.
After sitting down, Wei Nuan first filled a bowl for Feng Qinghan. The unnaturalness before had completely disappeared. She watched Feng Qinghan pick up the bowl, take a mouthful and put it into his mouth. She looked at him expectantly, "How is it?"
Can I drink it? I haven't tasted it, I just made it based on my feeling." Feng Qinghan frowned slightly after swallowing it, and asked a little embarrassed, "Can I tell the truth?"
Wei Nuan was startled, and felt that it must not taste good.
"Well, it's better not to tell the truth, haha." Guai smiled sheepishly. If it doesn't taste good, then it doesn't taste good. From now on, she should taste the soup herself first. Seeing Feng Qinghan, she continued to eat it spoon by spoon.
While drinking it, I was a little curious as to what the soup tasted like, "You probably mean it doesn't taste good, why are you still drinking it? I'll ask Dong'er to tell the kitchen to make it."
"Nuan, do you know why it doesn't taste that good?" Feng Qinghan had already finished the bowl of soup.
"Why?" Didn't you mean not to tell the truth? Why did you tell it anyway?
Can you still have fun playing?
"Because you didn't keep watch all the time, you didn't bother making soup for me at all, but I will still drink up the soup very carefully. You are not allowed to compete with me!"
Feng Qinghan's childish words made Weinuan dumbfounded. He drank such a big bowl of soup by himself? Then don't sleep well tonight, you will definitely have to run a lot and lie down in the hut!
However, just when Wei Nuan was about to speak, Feng Qinghan suddenly stopped drinking soup, his brows furrowed, and his face became very strange, as if he suddenly turned white, as did his lips. Wei Nuan suddenly panicked,
"Feng Qinghan, Feng Qinghan, what's wrong with you?"
"No, it's okay. Don't worry, I'm fine." Feng Qinghan felt like he couldn't lift any energy and his stomach was a little cramped. What was going on?
Is there poison in the soup?
"It's okay!" Wei Nuan immediately turned around and shouted, "Come here, go and ask for a doctor! No, go to the palace and ask for a doctor! Go and say that the Ninth Prince is seriously ill!"
For a time, the Nine Princes' Mansion was in chaos, and the servants were terrified. How could the prince be seriously ill?
His slightly warm eyes moved to the bowl of soup and he frowned. If there were no guesses, there must be something wrong with this big bowl of soup. Why is there something wrong with the soup? Someone in the palace wants to harm Feng Qinghan? No, the Nine Princes' Palace has been there for so many years.
Everything is peaceful. If Feng Qinghan is to be harmed, there are many opportunities. Why is it now?
She didn't have time to think too much, she looked at Feng Qinghan's frown and was very worried. Feng Qinghan was sweating, and her lips had no blood!