As for Lu Yu, all she knew about him was that he was a disciple of the valley master who lived in seclusion in the Medicine Valley.
Unlike ordinary doctors who are reserved, this person hangs out in brothels all day long. In her eyes, such a person is a waste. He calls himself a miracle doctor, but he is just relying on his master's influence.
Feng Yechen thought for a while and said, "Impossible! If his medicine was effective, Feng Qingwu wouldn't have taken it for two or three years without any improvement, and only now would she suddenly get better. And it was Prime Minister Chu's son who got better recently."
As soon as the words were spoken, both of them were stunned and instantly understood the reason.
The problem may lie with the young master of the Chu family.
At this time, Chu Yanyan, who was being missed by the male and female protagonists, was warming himself in the house. He went to the dining room and when he came back, it was windy and snowy, and the biting wind blew directly on his face.
Although he was wearing thick clothes, it was still cold to him.
If it weren't for food, he would definitely not go out.
It’s more comfortable to stay in a warm house.
Chu Yanyan sat on a small stool and placed her hands next to the heater to keep warm.
After warming up his two little hands, he picked up the cakes placed aside and ate the delicious cakes while roasting them by the fire.
The pastries are really delicious.
After Feng Qingwu returned to the East Palace without stopping, the first thing he did was to look for Chu Yanyan.
Instructed by the secret guard, he came to the side room.
After reaching the door, he asked the servants to step back and then pushed the door open.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a young man sitting on a small stool. He only saw his back, with his black hair tied up in a bun, revealing only the back of his fair neck.
After seeing the person, a smile appeared on Feng Qingwu's stern face.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and a gust of cold wind blowing in, Chu Yanyan knew who it was without having to guess, but she still subconsciously turned her head to look behind her and raised her chin to look at the man standing at the door.
The light outside was a bit dazzling. He blinked his eyes and chewed the soft mung bean cake in his mouth. After chewing for a while, he swallowed it and asked, "You're back?"
Feng Qingwu turned around and closed the door, then walked towards Chu Yanyan, picked her up, put her on her lap, and sat on the small stool.
Chu Yanyan was already used to being suddenly picked up by the other party. He hooked his arm around the man's neck with one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up the pastry on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth again.
Feng Qingwu has been paying attention to Chu Yanyan's chewing behavior. The more he looked at her, the more she looked like a cute little rabbit, making people want to bully her.
He suppressed the other strange thoughts in his mind and said in a low voice: "Look up at me."
“Oh~”
Chu Yanyan looked up obediently.
Feng Qingwu lowered her head and, under the young man's gaze, kissed the corner of his mouth. Then, she let go and said teasingly, "Don't be careful when eating. There are cake crumbs on the corners of your mouth."
Hearing Feng Qingwu's reproach, Chu Yanyan stopped chewing, reached out to pick up a piece of cake, and stuffed it directly into Feng Qingwu's mouth under the man's gaze.
Feng Qingwu was caught off guard when a piece of pastry was thrown at her, and there were pastry crumbs at the corners of her mouth.
Chu Yanyan was quite proud, looking at Feng Qingwu in such a state of embarrassment: "You talk as if there are no crumbs around your mouth when you eat."
Feng Qingwu listened to Chu Yanyan's presumptuous tone, smiled, and chewed the sweet pastry in his mouth.
Okay, very good. The only one who dares to treat him like this is Chu Yanyan.
When Chu Yanyan was feeling proud, Feng Qingwu pinched the young man's chin, lowered his head and kissed his red lips domineeringly and forcefully, and rubbed the crumbs from his own mouth onto the other's mouth.
Seeing the other person's eyes moistened by his kiss, his violent heart finally calmed down. He picked him up, walked outside, and said with a happy face, "Let's have dinner."
Chu Yanyan snuggled in Feng Qingwu's arms and didn't want to pay attention to the man. Feng Qingwu was too bad. Why did he always kiss her? Really, there was no other behavior.
Chu Yanyan complained to the system.
Xiao Qi was shocked when he heard this.
She also said that he is not a yellow rabbit, he is yellower than anyone else. Even a kiss is not enough for him, he wants this and that.
Woo woo, it officially bid farewell to its once innocent host.
After a full lunch.
Chu Yanyan stayed in Feng Qingwu's study. After several times of grinding ink, Chu Yanyan had become very proficient at it. When he just came in and was about to do his job, he found that the ink had already been ground.
Feng Qingwu saw Chu Yanyan standing aside with nothing to do, so he called her to come closer.
As soon as Chu Yanyan approached, Feng Qingwu had already hugged her on her thighs and handed the brush in her hand to Chu Yanyan.
"Come, let me see your handwriting."
As the son of the Prime Minister of Chu, he should be able to write beautiful characters.
Chu Yanyan hadn't been exposed to calligraphy much, and the original owner's handwriting wasn't very good either. He trembled as he grasped the brush, swallowed his saliva, and glanced at Feng Qingwu who was looking at him: "My handwriting isn't good-looking."
Feng Qingwu thought Chu Yanyan was just being modest, so he smiled and said, "It's okay, you write first."
"Okay." Feng Qingwu shouldn't say anything, right?
Chu Yanyan picked up the brush in Feng Qingwu's direction and began to write the words he wanted to write on the rice paper.
Feng Qingwu watched Chu Yanyan write from the moment she started writing to the moment she finished writing. She had a smile on her face until she finished reading, and then the smile disappeared.
Looking at the word "狗拔" above, Feng Qingwu's mouth twitched, but he didn't want to dampen Chu Yanyan's confidence: "Well written, but what did you write?"
Chu Yanyan put down the brush and looked at the horrible words on it, unable to bear to read them: "It's my name."
"Chu Yanyan?" Feng Qingwu whispered.
"Forget it, I won't write anymore. Just let me read your book." Chu Yanyan put down the brush and tried to get off Feng Qingwu's legs.
Feng Qingwu held onto Chu Yanyan's restless body, picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink: "Don't move. Today I will teach you how to write. Hold on."
"Okay~"
Chu Yanyan took the brush. Feng Qingwu held Chu Yanyan's hand holding the brush and helped him adjust his posture. He held the young man's hand and wrote each stroke on the paper.
Chu Yanyan was quite serious about studying. He also felt that his calligraphy was ugly, but he must have learned it because someone taught him.
It's just a little uncomfortable to sit.
After twisting a few times, she ended up getting slapped on the butt.
The man whispered hoarsely in his ear, "Don't move."
It seems like something will happen if I move again.
Chu Yanyan was so frightened that she dared not move and turned her attention to writing.
That afternoon, they all stayed in the study practicing calligraphy.
Chu Yanyan also sat on Feng Qingwu's thighs.
Never left...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
