Feng Qingchen was half-aware of Wang Jinling's thoughts. It wasn't that Feng Qingchen was too stupid, but that Wang Jinling hid it too well.
Before Feng Qingchen came out, Wang Jinling strode over. Seeing beads of sweat on Feng Qingchen's forehead, Wang Jinling tried his best to restrain himself and wanted to wipe Feng Qingchen's sweat. He only took a handkerchief and handed it to her.
He came to Feng Qingchen and said, "Look at you, you're sweating profusely because of the heat. What's wrong? There's no ice in the house?"
"Yes, but I don't like to use it. It's too cold." Feng Qingchen took the handkerchief naturally and wiped it twice: "It's very hot outside, so go in again."
"If you know how to get out in the sun, you won't be afraid of getting sunburned." Looking at Feng Qingchen's rosy face, Wang Jinling sighed in his heart: Seeing Qingchen healthy and rosy, he finally felt at ease.
"How can you be so delicate?" Feng Qingchen said nonchalantly.
Wang Jinling didn't say much, and just walked in side by side with Feng Qingchen. The two of them walked at the same pace, and it was very eye-catching to stand together. The sun shone on their bodies, seeming to have a faint halo.
The servant of Feng Mansion stood there in a daze, his eyes shining: The eldest young master and the girl work well together, they are a golden boy and a beautiful girl when they stand together.
One is gentle and elegant, the other is bright and noble, they look like a pair no matter how you look at them.
The alarm bells in the secret guard's heart rang loudly, and they wished they could rush forward, stand in their favor, and separate the two people.
Miss Feng belongs to their prince, so it’s useless no matter how compatible the eldest son and the girl are!
There were several ice basins placed in the flower hall, which made it feel cool and comfortable as soon as you walked in. After the discerning servants brought the tea, they obediently retreated to the door, not daring to disturb the two people.
Wang Jinling held the teacup and drank half of it before saying, "I've always wanted to see you, Qingchen, but I'm so busy with worldly affairs that I finally have time today."
Feng Qingchen knew what Wang Jinling was busy with, so he pretended not to know and answered with a smile: "It's hard to imagine the eldest son dealing with worldly affairs. I have always thought that the eldest son should drink fairy dew and eat fairy fruits, regardless of the worldly world.
I don’t want to think that someone would dare to disturb the eldest son with worldly matters."
This was a joke. Wang Jinling couldn't laugh or cry, but Feng Qingchen had a child's temperament, so he immediately said: "Don't call me eldest son in the future, otherwise I will call people strangers."
"I only follow the order of the eldest son." Feng Qingchen stood up and bowed seriously, making Wang Jinling really laugh.
Wang Jinling had not seen such a childish Feng Qingchen for a long time, and he once again confirmed that it was right to put aside his thoughts and only be friends with Feng Qingchen.
Wang Jinling kept his love for Feng Qingchen deeply hidden in his heart, just like when they first met, he talked to Feng Qingchen about everything, and occasionally talked a little more intimately.
In this way, not only Feng Qingchen but also Wang Jinling realized that this was the best way for him and Feng Qingchen to get along. Both of them could do whatever they wanted and reveal the side of themselves that they were unwilling to hide in front of each other.
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After Wang Jinling chatted with Feng Qingchen for a while, he mentioned that Feng Qingchen loved grapes and told Feng Qingchen not to prepare. He had a village rich in grapes and had already sent them to the city. They would be able to deliver them in two days.
Arrive at Feng Mansion.
After Feng Qingchen heard this, she felt happy and moved at the same time. It had been so long, but Wang Jinling still remembered that she loved eating grapes.
Feng Qingchen did not refuse Wang Jinling's kindness, but instead asked Wang Jinling to send one more so that she could make wine and invite Wang Jinling to drink it.
"I knew that Qingchen could make wine, but I didn't expect that Qingchen could make wine. You should make more wine this time. Yu Wenyuanhua wrote to me a few days ago. You owe him a meal for the whole army."
The incident of grapes immediately brought back Wang Jinling's memories.
Wang Jinling thought in his heart, if that day, instead of taking Qingchen as his concubine, he would marry Qingchen as his wife, would Qingchen agree?
Unfortunately, he will never know the answer because he will never be able to ask it.
Some people, once missed, will be missed forever.
Uh... Feng Qingchen had black lines on his head: "How many people does Yu Wenyuanhua have now?" On that day, Yu Wenyuanhua brought only a few thousand people to Beijing. Now he is at the border of Beiling, with at least hundreds of thousands of people at his disposal.
, inviting them to drink would really make her bankrupt.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's sad face, Wang Jinling let go of the regret in his heart and said with a smile: "It's three hundred thousand people in name, but it's actually more than five hundred thousand."
"Well... then I will go bankrupt." Feng Qingchen really wanted to cry now. How much wine would it take to invite a soldier with 500,000 yuan to drink? I wonder if Su Wenqing can sell that much wine.
Wang Jinling couldn't bear to let Feng Qingchen be like this, so he immediately thought of a way for Feng Qingchen: "Don't worry, drinking is not allowed in the army. Only generals can drink two glasses occasionally. After Qingchen's wine is brewed, there are three or five jars left. I
Send someone to deliver it to Yuwen Yuanhua for you."
"Is this okay? Does Yuwen Yuanhua think I'm too angry?" Feng Qingchen hesitated.
I originally promised to invite the whole army, but now I just send it away, which is also perfunctory.
"Wine is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so why should you be so angry?" Yuwen Yuanhua would have snickered if he had a drink. If he dared to dislike it, he would not be able to drink it at all.
Feng Qingchen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Wine is so valuable? How about you and us selling the wine?"
Now Wang Jinling was dumbfounded and asked sincerely: "Qingchen, is Feng Mansion short of money?"
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case. Let's not cooperate with the Yun family. Just competing with the Nanling Su family and Feng Qingchen winning money through betting would be enough for Feng Qingchen to squander it for decades.
Feng Qingchen is the only master in the Feng family, so no matter how extravagant he is, he can't spend much money.
"There is no shortage, but no one would think that there is too much money, right?" Feng Qingchen looked calm and did not think there was anything wrong with wanting to make money.
Although she now has enough food and clothing, she was once poor.
"That's true, but we don't need to work ourselves out for money." People like them don't need to work themselves to death for a piece of money. They don't lack that kind of thing at all.
Well, Wang Jinling admitted that he was worried that Feng Qingchen would tire himself out, and he was not willing to let those messy people drink the wine made by Feng Qingchen himself.
He couldn't control the people Feng Qingchen knew well, but he could always control others.
Feng Qingchen thought about it seriously and said, "Brewing wine is really troublesome. It's okay to brew a few jars and drink it yourself. If you really want to make money from this, I'll probably die from exhaustion."
Seeing that Feng Qingchen had given up this idea, Wang Jinling secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good if you can think of it this way. If Qingchen wants to do business, he can ask the housekeeper to find the manager of the Wang family. The Wang family has several managers who are doing business.
A good hand."
There is no stability without farming, and there is no wealth without business. Wang Jinling will not look down on business, but he will not waste too much time on this kind of thing. He also does not want Feng Qingchen to put the cart before the horse, put down his medical skills and focus on
on such trivial matters.
These trivial matters will be taken care of by servants. As the master, there is no need to personally participate...