Yan Funing nodded: "Wash your faces first."
Then he ordered his servants to fetch some water.
"Young Madam, do you think our faces are not clean enough?" Leng Ying asked doubtfully.
Fu Ciyi, who had been handling official business behind the desk, said, "Where's the nonsense?"
Leng Ying shut up immediately.
Yan Funing explained with a smile: "Wash your face first. When I treat it later, I will also disinfect the scars. This will be more conducive to the recovery of your skin."
"I understand."
Soon the servants brought water and the two washed their faces.
Yan Funing washed her hands and disinfected the tools.
"Shaving your face is quite painful. We'll each take half of this anesthetic pill." She poured out a small pill from the small bottle.
Seeing this, Leng Feng and Leng Ying politely declined.
"Eat when I tell you to." Fu Ciyi spoke again.
Leng Feng explained: "Sir, this pill is as big as a mung bean, so it's easy to divide it..."
After all, they have excellent knife skills.
But how much pain can such a tiny thing relieve?
He didn't continue his words, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing both heard it.
Yan Funing was not annoyed. After all, not many people had seen the effects of her anesthetic.
"The emperor's arm was injured. I was stabbed twice before, and I took this kind of anesthetic. Your problem is small, half a pill is enough." Fu Ciyi said.
After hearing what his young master said, Leng Ying drew out his dagger and cut the bean-sized pill into two halves.
They each put half into their mouths and didn't feel anything when they swallowed it. They thought it might be useful, but probably not of much use.
But in front of the young master, they dared not say a word.
From the conversation just now, it can be seen that the young master has deep feelings for the young lady.
This is naturally what they are happy to see.
After calculating the time and waiting for the anesthetic to take effect, Yan Funing treated Leng Feng first.
After disinfecting the scar, the small blade was placed on the scar with a swish. The speed of the cut was comparable to that of martial artists. Although the cold wind could not be seen, the feeling of the cold blade cutting across the skin was undeniable.
Leng Ying watched without blinking.
In just a few moments, Yan Funing had scraped Leng Feng's scar clean. The previously hideous and raised scar became much smoother, and blood continued to seep out.
Leng Feng reached out to touch it, but was stopped by Yan Funing.
"Let the blood flow for a while, and it will stop flowing after a while. Don't touch it with your hands."
After saying that, Yan Funing cleaned the scalpel, disinfected it, and then operated on Leng Ying's face again.
It only took a moment for him to put away the knife.
The two looked at each other and saw each other's bleeding cheeks. Suddenly they realized that it didn't hurt.
If they had known beforehand that it was the young lady who saved their young master, they would have had some faith in her medical skills.
And at this moment, he became the person being treated by the young lady, operating on their faces. This kind of personal experience felt more intuitive.
They couldn't help but admire the girl in front of them who was nearly twenty years younger than them.
Yan Funing washed her hands again, then applied layer upon layer of ointment on their faces, and then wrapped them with gauze.
"There are three types of ointment. I've marked the order for application on the outside of the bottle: front, middle, and back. From now on, you'll apply it twice a day. Remember, for the first ten days, the wound shouldn't come into contact with water."
After that, she distributed some ointments to them.
"Thank you, young madam!" Leng Feng Leng Ying expressed her gratitude sincerely.
"Yes." Yan Funing nodded, then turned to look at Fu Ciyi, "My husband is busy with official business, so I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go back to my room first."
"Okay, I'll finish it soon." Fu Ciyi quickened his writing speed.
Leng Feng and Leng Ying escorted Yan Funing out of the study and returned to their master's side.
"Sir, the young lady is really amazing. We have learned a lot from her." Leng Ying said.
Leng Feng lowered his voice: "Sir, have you ever planned to tell the young lady about your identity?"
This one sentence made Fu Ciyi's face darken.
He put down his pen and asked: "What is my identity?"
"A descendant of the Fu family from Ling County, Jinzhou." Leng Feng quickly bowed his head, "Sir, I know I was wrong."
Fu Ciyi picked up his pen again: "If possible, I plan to never tell anyone about this in my lifetime."
His identity was the biggest stumbling block in his relationship with her, and he would never tell her no matter what.
Leng Feng and Leng Ying nodded, looked at each other, and clasped their fists together: "Master, let's go back to Nanshan then."
"Well, let's go back."
Fu Ciyi started writing again.
The two of them backed away.
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Ciyi finally finished his official business and hurried back to his room.
Seeing that he returned to his room quite quickly, Yan Funing smiled and said, "Did your husband finish his official business in a hurry?"
"Serious and rigorous." Fu Ciyi took off his cloak. "My lady, do you remember the agreement?"
"What agreement?"
Yan Funing sat in front of the dressing mirror and took out the hairpins on her head one by one.
“Painting.”
The man's voice was cold.
Yan Funing choked up immediately: "It's snowing tonight, it's even colder, you are deliberately deceiving me."
"It's fine in the warm tent." Fu Ciyi smiled suddenly, "I know my lady is willing to touch it."
"Then just paint." Yan Funing glared at him.
The man was happy and went to her study to get some pens and paints.
The couple both entered the warm tent.
Tonight is different from last night.
The painting shows the front, and Yan Funing's face was red the whole time.
Layers of clothing piled up around her slender waist. The tent was heated, but it wasn't warm enough to warm her. It was so hot that her cheeks and ears burned.
But the man in front of him seemed like a banished immortal far away from the worldly affairs. His face was very stern, and his writing was even more magical.
He looked completely focused, as if he was taking an important exam.
Only Fu Ciyi knew that he was restraining himself, so much so that he seemed like he was possessed.
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