Feng Yutang was wearing a green coat and robe. He was tall and tall, with a face like a crown of jade. He was already elegant even if he didn't even have a crown.
Da Ya had admiration in her eyes, but she didn't look much. She just nodded and said hello, then lowered the car curtain.
Traveling in winter was not comfortable. After all, Mrs. Zhang was getting old. The road was bumpy for a long time and the weather was cold. After half a month, she still contracted the wind and cold.
Da Yayi waited beside her without taking off her clothes. After Feng Yutang found out, he asked the servant to bring medicine. The Feng family has several medicine mountains, and the most important thing is medicinal materials.
Feng Yutang went on a long trip, and Feng Yuxian was worried, so she prepared two carts of commonly used medicinal materials for him, which came in handy at this moment.
Because Mrs. Zhang was infected with wind and cold, when the convoy arrived in Yuhang, Guo Zhao ordered to rest for a few days and wait for Mrs. Zhang to recover from her illness before setting off.
A group of people stayed at the inn. Fortunately, it was Chinese New Year and all the rooms in the inn were vacant. Daya borrowed a medicine jar from the shopkeeper and boiled medicine for Mrs. Zhang herself.
Feng Yutang passed by the backyard. He paused slightly when he smelled the smell of medicine, hesitated for a moment, and then walked in.
He was holding a ginseng tree in his hand. He originally thought that the maid of the Shen family was brewing the medicine, so he just handed the ginseng to the servant. Unexpectedly, the person in the backyard was Da Ya.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Feng Xiaolang?"
Da Ya looked up when she heard the sound and saw Feng Yutang with a clear face appearing at the door of the backyard. A flash of doubt flashed in her eyes.
"I……"
Feng Yutang was a little embarrassed. He had no experience in dealing with young ladies. Apart from his sister, he rarely spoke to maids.
Feng Yutang knew that Mrs. Zhang was sick and needed to recuperate, and she was not good at dealing with the elders, so she wanted to secretly come over to deliver medicinal materials. He could still get rid of others, but the person in front of him was the young lady of the Shen family. Feng Yutang's face became hot, and he held the hand
Ginseng clenched her hands and said.
"I have a 30-year-old ginseng tree here. Madam Shen, please take it to replenish your aunt's health."
He stretched out his hand and handed it to Da Ya, lowering his eyes and his ears were red.
Da Ya didn't want to accept it because ginseng was a valuable medicinal material after all, but seeing Feng Yutang's reserved look, she felt soft and couldn't bear to see him in trouble.
"Then let me thank you on behalf of grandma."
Even though they were about the same age, Feng Yutang was older than her. After the eldest girl thanked her, she suddenly thought of something. She gave instructions to the little maid behind her, and the little maid quickly went to her room and got a book.
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The cover of this book is still brand new, and you can smell the aroma of pen and ink when you get close to it.
"This is a handwritten selection of Mr. Song's poems that I gave to you."
The young lady's knuckles were as green as green onions, and her slender, white hands covered the dark blue book cover, making her hands even whiter.
Feng Yutang almost dazzled, but when he took it, his fingertips accidentally touched her palm. His fingertips were as hot as if they were on fire, burning into his heart.
"Thank you, I like it very much."
Mr. Song was a great Confucian of the previous dynasty, and he did not have many circulating works. The book copied by Da Ya was a collection of Shen Yanqing. Only a family with a powerful background like the Shen family could collect so many collections.
Feng Yutang felt hot in his chest when he looked at the delicate fonts on the cover.
"As long as you like it."
The two of them stood here, their voices and expressions were very polite.
Da Ya was not a eloquent person, and because of the strong defense between men and women, she only exchanged a few pleasantries with Feng Yutang, then pursed her lips and waited for him to leave.
There was a layer of embarrassment in the air, and the little maid next to her felt that the atmosphere was stagnant, and she could not even breathe smoothly.
The little maid glanced secretly at the man opposite her, as if thinking about why he didn't leave yet. Could it be that such a handsome young man is also a prostitute?
Feng Yutang's face turned red when she saw him, and then he came to his senses. He knew that he had stayed in the backyard for too long, and if he was hit by an outsider, it would definitely damage the reputation of the Shen family.
He made a bow in panic, his face turned red.
"It's Yutang who's rude, leave now!"
"Pfft!"
Seeing the man walking in a hurry, his left foot almost tripped over his right foot. He stumbled at the door and held on to the door to steady himself.
Obviously, Feng Yutang is not as calm as he appears.
"This young man from the Feng family is so thin-skinned that he doesn't take teasing easily."
The bad taste in Da Ya's heart welled up, and she didn't know what it would be like for such a person to be teased badly. She would definitely look at her with a red face and watery eyes full of resentment, which would make people want to bully her even more.
His red ears and moist eyes were all in Da Ya's mind, and she couldn't let them go for a long time.
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Feng Yutang returned to his room and put the books in his hands on the table.
Due to the exertion, the cover of the book had some wrinkles. Feng Yutang hurriedly put it on the table and smoothed it with his hands. He pursed his lips tightly, his cold eyebrows showed a bit of annoyance, his mind was very confused, and he could not calm down for a long time.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but Mrs. Shen's smile always appeared in front of his eyes, which made him feel confused.
As a young man, Feng Xiaolangjun didn't even know that he was in love.
Daya made chicken soup with ginseng, and a refreshing fragrance came from the small kitchen.
She studied in a women's college, so she naturally learned cooking skills, not to mention that her aunt was Jiang Miao, and Da Ya's cooking skills were even more outstanding.
The ginseng chicken soup is not only suitable for Mrs. Zhang, but also for ordinary people. This is the ginseng sent by Feng Yutang. After she took out Mrs. Zhang's portion, she took out another bowl, filled it full and asked the little maid to send it.
After Feng Yutang came back, he stayed in his room to study. Mr. Song was indeed a great scholar of the previous dynasty. After reading his poems, people benefited a lot, but Feng Yutang did not read them.
His eyes fell on the delicate handwriting, and the scent of ink lingered on his breath.
There was an oil lamp burning in the room, and the light swayed in the wind, casting shadows on the windows.
Feng Yutang pursed his thin lips slightly and raised his hand to pick up the book. He narrowed his eyes slightly and put the book under his nose.
The fragrance of the pen and ink is more obvious, and there is also a faint wisp of rose fragrance in it, just like the fragrance of the little lady.
He lowered his eyes, looking a little intoxicated, and the base of his thin ears suddenly turned red.
"Mr. Sir, Mrs. Shen sent someone to bring chicken soup. She said she wanted to thank you for the ginseng."
His servant Feng An suddenly knocked on the door and came in. Feng Xiaolangjun, who was still intoxicated, suddenly came back to his senses. He threw the book out as if he was caught in a bag, and it fell to the ground, with his face turning red.
The one who came to deliver the chicken soup was the little maid next to Da Ya, named Qing Ju. She was very dissatisfied when she saw Feng Yutang throwing the book sent by her master directly to the ground.
I suddenly didn’t want to give the chicken soup away.
Feng Yutang also knew that he was overly emotional. He wanted to explain, but after squeezing his lips for a moment, he was still speechless and could only hold back his face until it turned red.
"I……"
"Feng Xiaolangjun, drink it while it's hot. Don't let my wife's kindness down again, hum!"
Qing Ju put the chicken soup on the table, turned around and left angrily.
