"Young master! What's wrong?"
Seeing Ling Feng's reaction, Xiao Ying rushed over and patted his back anxiously.
Ling Feng had no time to answer; his stomach was churning, and because he hadn't eaten much that morning, he could only dry heave.
"Huff... Ugh..."
He clutched his chest in discomfort, his face flushed from the effort.
"water……"
After taking a few deep breaths and making sure he didn't feel nauseous, Ling Feng nudged Xiao Ying beside him.
"Coming right away!"
Xiaoying strode to the table and poured herself a cup of tea.
"Young master."
Ling Feng took the bottle, rinsed his mouth, and straightened up, feeling completely exhausted.
"You can have the fish soup! It makes me sick to smell it."
He pushed the fish soup away a bit and then picked up the teapot to pour himself a cup of tea.
Xiaoying brought the soup to her nose and took a deep breath.
"I don't smell any fishiness at all?"
Ling Feng pursed his lips in thought. "I'll go to the clinic this afternoon; it should be successful."
His expression softened slightly, and he tapped his lower abdomen with his index finger.
Xiaoying paused for a moment, then quickly nodded seriously.
"Then I'll have them serve the food now. You should finish eating early and get some more sleep."
He stepped out the door, and soon all the dishes were served.
Since it was just the two of them, they didn't order many dishes, including both meat and vegetables, but Ling Feng still couldn't eat. In the end, he had no choice but to ask the waiter to bring up a bowl of porridge, and only then did the lunch end.
During his afternoon nap, Xiaoying successfully obtained some calming incense, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance. Lingfeng fell asleep in no time.
...
As night fell, on her first night of marriage, Su Qinghe, as was customary, stayed at Feihong Pavilion.
The two had just finished washing up and were getting ready to get down to business when the sound of fighting suddenly came from outside the courtyard.
"What a hassle!"
After being disturbed several times late at night, Su Qinghe was already getting a little irritable.
"Looks like I'll have to find some time to pay a visit to the government office..."
Having made up her mind, Su Qinghe had no intention of going out now.
With a southerly wind blowing outside the courtyard, she has had a lot of trouble these past few days.
"My lady, there's an assassin outside!"
Hearing the noise outside the door, Qin Ange jumped out of bed and drew a short sword from the side of the bed.
"My lady, shall we go out and take a look?"
His eyes gleamed with excitement as he grabbed the coat and put it on.
Seeing his enthusiastic expression, Su Qinghe raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Did she bring weapons with her when she married into the family?
He really is very unconventional.
Let's go.
After quickly getting dressed, Su Qinghe pulled the impatient Qin Ange out the door.
"Master, young master."
The door behind them opened, and the sparrow, who was enjoying the spectacle, quickly bent down to greet them.
"My lady, can Nanfeng handle this alone? I can help!"
Looking at the dozens of men in black in the courtyard, Qin Ange was visibly eager to try.
He had been confined to the mansion every day for over a month to learn etiquette, and Qin Anmin wouldn't let him go to the military camp either. He was really feeling stifled.
"Would you kill someone?" Su Qinghe turned to look at him.
Qin Ange froze, then suddenly came to her senses.
“I…” He gripped the short sword in his hand tightly.
Seeing his expression, Su Qinghe understood and pushed him forward.
"I never said I didn't like it! Remember to come back if you can't beat them!"
Qin Ange was overjoyed. He turned to Su Qinghe with a big smile, picked up his sword, and charged into the crowd.
"Hey...my lord!"
Que'er was dumbfounded when she saw Qin Ange completely letting loose in the crowd.
"You don't need to restrain him anymore. I liked him the way he was originally."
Seeing the sparrow winking and glaring at her, Su Qinghe kindly offered a reminder.
Don't let her lose her sunny, boyish charm! Where will she find another one like that?
"yes."
Upon hearing Su Qinghe's instructions, Que'er blinked and nodded in response.
Swords flashed and shadows danced in the courtyard; in no time, a whole bunch of people were lying on the ground.
"Master, everyone has been cleared out."
After eliminating the last person who tried to escape, Nanfeng reported back to Su Qinghe.
"Hehe, my wife! I didn't hurt myself at all!"
After the battle ended, Qin Ange quickly threw away the blood-stained sword in his hand and ran back to Su Qinghe's side.
As the sword came hurtling towards him, Nanfeng silently moved aside, giving the newly acquired concubine of the family head a strange look.
He was just stealing a kill from her.
"Great, An Ge is amazing!"
After offering a word of praise and instructing Nanfeng to handle the aftermath, Su Qinghe took the man's arm and led him back into the house.
A moment later, Que'er followed her in, carrying the cleaned short sword.
Qin Ange took it and put it back in its original place.
"I've used this sword for several years, and I couldn't bear to leave it at home, so I brought it with me."
Is it really a dowry?
Su Qinghe couldn't help but take a second look.
"Haven't you been practicing with your whip lately?"
After the lights were turned off, Su Qinghe held the person in her arms and chatted idly, but being disturbed like this suddenly made her lose interest again.
Qin Ange held Su Qinghe's waist, laughing somewhat foolishly in the darkness.
“My older sister has been keeping a close eye on me lately, so I haven’t had a chance. I’m also afraid of really hurting my reputation.”
"I'm already ugly, and if I have scars, I'll be even uglier."
He continued talking to himself, his face quietly moving towards Su Qinghe's chest, wishing he could stick his whole body against her.
He could finally be close to Ms. Su openly and honestly, something he never dared to dream of!
"I don't think you're ugly."
Su Qinghe lowered her head and kissed him.
"Once you're here, you don't need to be so reserved anymore. If you want to practice, I can have someone buy you a whip tomorrow."
"As for the face... I can just wear a mask, right?"
Su Qinghe smiled and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on his face.
"good!"
The next day, Su Qinghe indeed bought Qin Ange a whip and also tidied up the abandoned training ground in the mansion.
Cuihua Courtyard.
Su Qinghe blew on the freshly drawn drawings and waited for the ink to dry completely before combining all the dozens of drawings she had made in recent days.
Looking around, each sheet of paper had several strangely shaped things drawn on it, but they were all different.
After leaving the mansion with the blueprints, Su Qinghe spent the entire afternoon visiting every blacksmith shop in Tianhe County, giving three blueprints to each shop.
After carefully explaining every detail and agreeing on a pickup time, they headed home.
"We still need to make some things to save our lives..."
As Su Qinghe continued thinking, she locked herself back in Cuihua Courtyard, but she stopped in her tracks as soon as she entered the room.
She chuckled softly, turned around and locked the door, then slowly walked to her desk and sat down.
"I'm back now, so stop hiding."
Ling Feng moved and stepped out from behind the curtain, stopping only in front of the desk.
"It's you again."
Upon seeing the person's appearance, Su Qinghe frowned impatiently.
"Young master, do you perhaps regard me as a lover who understands your emptiness? You sleep with me and run away, then come back when you want to?"
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