Chapter 198 Who is Ye Qing

Qingqing patiently explained the picking method and precautions to Qingyi in detail, and even demonstrated it herself. Qingyi had never done this kind of work before, and found it very novel and interesting. He enthusiastically followed Qingqing's instructions and began to work. However, before half an hour had passed, he began to feel bored.

"Hey, be careful! Don't dig up the medicinal roots!" Qingqing repeated this sentence for the tenth time, with helplessness in her tone.

"How would I know there was a root here!" Qing Yi shrugged nonchalantly and continued with his hands, showing no intention of restraining himself.

"You, you! These are very precious medicinal herbs! If you damage them, they won't grow next year. Then where can you drink Feixia wine in the future?" Qingqing couldn't help threatening when she saw this, trying to make Qingyi take her seriously.

Qing Yi felt that what Qing Qing said made sense. If nothing else, even for the sake of the delicious Feixia wine, he had to be more serious.

So, he patiently worked for another half an hour, but in the end he couldn't help but throw away his shovel, and without caring about his image, he sat down on the edge of the field, sighing: "It seems that farm work is no easier than practicing martial arts!"

"Why aren't you working anymore? There's still a large area left to be done!" Qingqing was working diligently when she suddenly realized Qingyi was no longer around. She looked up and saw the old man sitting at the edge of the field, taking a leisurely rest.

"The King of the Northwest didn't say that we have to finish it today. Let's deal with the rest tomorrow." Qing Yi was very good at making excuses and looked very confident.

Thinking about it, it seemed to be the case. The prince certainly didn't say we had to finish it in one day. Besides, with Qing Yi's method, he'd probably kill half the herbs. If Doctor Lin saw this, he'd be heartbroken.

Forget it, if you don't want to do it, then don't do it! Just think of it as saving these precious medicinal herbs. When I get back, I'll tell the master not to let Qing Yi come again tomorrow.

"Okay, let's go to the room over there and wash up." He said softly, stood up and patted the dust off his body.

The two of them came to the side room together. They quickly and gently fetched a basin of clean water for Qing Yi and took a clean towel from the shelf beside him and handed it to him. Qing Yi didn't hesitate to take the towel and wiped his face carelessly. However, he was sitting on the ground, and his clothes were covered with mud, making him look very dirty.

"Why do you have to sit on the ground? Look at your clothes, they are so dirty!" Qingqing looked at Qingyi's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help but complain.

"Hey, if you had moved a chair there for me in advance, would I still be able to sit on the floor?" Qing Yi immediately retorted.

"You little rascal, did my prince invite you here to be the boss? And you expect me to move the chair for you? Don't you see what kind of work you are doing? You are clumsy and can't do anything right, and you still have the nerve to talk back to me!" Qingqing was not in front of his master, and he was less restrained than usual. His mouth became extremely fierce, like a machine gun, one sentence after another.

"I can't do it well? It's because you keep nagging in my ear and affecting my performance!" Qing Yi did not show any weakness.

"Here are my master's spare clothes. Do you want to change into one? Look at how dirty you are. You didn't do much work, but you got yourself so dirty." Qingqing looked at Qingyi's disheveled appearance and shook her head helplessly.

"Forget it, forget it. All your master's clothes are white. I'm too lazy to wear them!" Qing Yi patted the dirt off his body, his eyes full of disgust.

"Mr. Qingyi, you've been tired. Come and drink some cold tea to quench your thirst." At this moment, Aunt Hua came over with two cups of cold tea and smiled, breaking the "war" between the two.

"Thank you, Aunt Hua." Qing Yi took the cold tea with both hands, and his humble look was completely different from when he was bickering with Qingqing just now.

"Thank you, Aunt Hua." Qingqing quickly picked up the teacup and said sweetly.

"Qingqing, why didn't the young prince come?" Aunt Hua put down her teacup and asked.

She had just seen Qing Yi working in the herb field and wondered, "How dare the prince just let anyone pick herbs?" This job might seem insignificant, but it was actually very delicate and demanding. Someone like Qing Yi was not up to the task!

"The young prince has gone to find the prince." He answered while gently holding the teacup and taking a sip.

"You guys take a rest first. I'm making honey cakes. I'll bring some back for the little prince when I go back." Aunt Hua said with a smile.

"My master loves the honey cakes you make the most, Aunt Hua. Let me help you make them, so I can learn your craft." Qingqing has a sweet mouth and hardworking hands. Her well-behaved and sensible appearance is very lovable.

"Okay." Aunt Hua smiled and readily agreed to Qingqing's request for help.

So, Qingqing followed Aunt Hua to make honey cakes. Qingyi sat alone in the wing room for a while, bored. Feeling that it was really boring, he stood up and walked out of the wing room and began to wander around in the yard.

Unconsciously, he walked to the front of Xiaoye's room, which he had just pointed at. He pushed the door lightly, and it creaked open, and Qingyi stepped inside.

The room was neatly and elegantly decorated. Several profound paintings and calligraphy hung on the walls, lending it a scholarly air. A few books were neatly arranged on the desk, their pages slightly yellowed, a testament to their age. This room lacked the extravagance of a royal chamber, instead exuding a sense of simplicity and tranquility.

Qing Yi walked around the room and then left. He continued to wander around the courtyard when he saw a room in the corner of another courtyard with the words "Ancestral Hall" written on it. He was immediately curious, thinking: The King of Northwest is a prince, so the royal ancestral hall must be dedicated to the tablet of the current Emperor of Chu. And since the King of Northwest is still alive, why did he build an ancestral hall here?

Puzzled, Qing Yi pushed open the door to the ancestral hall and looked up. The main seat was empty, presumably reserved for the King of the Northwest. To the side of the main seat, a tablet had already been erected, with the name "Ye Qing" clearly written on it.

"Who is Ye Qing?" Qing Yi didn't walk too close, after all, this was an ancestral hall dedicated to ancestors.

On second thought, he suddenly realized: Could it be Xiao Ye's mother? Xiao Ye once said that his alias "Ye Qingyu" in the underworld was derived from his mother's surname.

Thinking of this, Qing Yi quickly bowed respectfully, muttering to herself, "You must be Xiao Ye's mother, right? Sorry to bother you. My name is Qing Yi, and I'm your son's favorite... well, one of his favorites. Xiao Ye must have taken after you to be so handsome. I don't think he looks like the King of the Northwest at all. Please bless your son and me to have a long and happy life together!"