Su Qinghe quickly refused.
“You have the entire Seven Kill Pavilion behind you. If I leave, you will be the only one who can take care of the family if something happens. So you must stay at home.”
"As for sending someone to follow..." Su Qinghe pondered for a long time before nodding.
"That's good. Give me the contact information for the Seven Killings Pavilion so I can make arrangements for you if anything happens."
"Okay." Ling Feng replied, picked up his pen and wrote another letter for Xiao Ying to send out.
"Take this with you."
He took out a dark red porcelain bottle from a hidden compartment.
Su Qinghe took it, opened it, and saw that there were only two red pills inside.
She leaned closer and smelled it; it had a very faint, peculiar scent.
Su Qinghe pondered for a long time but still couldn't guess what it was. "What is this?"
"Something used to communicate with undercover agents."
Ling Feng took the stopper from Su Qinghe and sealed the bottle. "The smell of this stuff dissipates easily, so it's best not to open it when you're not using it."
Su Qinghe indicated that she understood. "Then how do you use it? Crush it?"
Ling Feng quickly shook his head. "No, crushing it will make the smell dissipate even faster."
"This item is made from red crickets. These crickets are only found in the southern border regions. The smell of their corpses can attract their kind within a radius of ten miles. People generally cannot smell them unless they get very close."
"If you want to use it, just take it out and throw it away. The spies carry Red-flowered Insects. As soon as they smell the scent, they become restless. That's the signal."
Su Qinghe raised an eyebrow. "Your Seven Kill Pavilion has quite a few good things!"
This is much better than any signal flare; it alerts our own people without alerting the enemy.
Hearing her praise, Ling Feng's lips curled into a small smile. Although she wasn't praising him, praising the Seven Kill Pavilion made him equally proud.
"The Seven Kill Pavilion's power is greater than you imagine. These things are extremely rare, and it's no wonder they have achieved their current status."
The man's face clearly showed pride. Su Qinghe stared at him for a while and found Ling Feng to be somewhat cute at this moment.
She couldn't help but raise her wicked hand, her tone mocking.
"I'm so lucky to have married the young master of the Seven Kill Pavilion. I must have done countless good deeds in my past life, otherwise how could I have gotten such a great deal!"
"Don't you think so, Ah Feng?"
Su Qinghe pulled her hands to both sides, forcing the man's lips to curve into a wide arc.
With Su Qinghe pinching his cheek, Ling Feng's Adam's apple bobbed nervously, his hands clenched involuntarily, and his eyes stared straight at her.
Since he was old enough to understand, no one had ever pinched his cheek.
"Wife, wife master..."
He called out, his face contorted, and his voice sounded completely unfamiliar, as if he hadn't just moved his own mouth.
Ling Feng's eyes were full of helplessness, which Su Qinghe could see clearly. She rubbed her hands together with some force as if to vent her anger, and only reluctantly let go after watching Ling Feng's face make different expressions on her hands.
"Don't always have such a serious face, don't you feel stiff? You should smile more often, you look better when you smile, and I like you more when you smile."
Su Qinghe shook hands with lingering pleasure. The skin felt much smoother than she had imagined. In addition, Ling Feng had been taking a lot of nourishing supplements a month after giving birth, and the flesh on his face felt very comfortable to pinch, not as dry as she had imagined.
In short, it's very comfortable.
Su Qinghe had already removed her hand from his face, but Ling Feng remained stiff all over.
"I……"
He was about to say that he would try his best in the future when Su Qinghe spoke again.
"What do you usually use to moisturize your face? Your skin is so smooth."
Su Qinghe was genuinely curious. In her eyes, Ling Feng didn't seem like the type of person who would care about these things. Moreover, she had been with him for almost half a month after he gave birth, and she had never seen him put anything on his face.
Upon hearing Su Qinghe's question, Ling Feng, unusually guilty, looked away.
"I never use those things. There are too many official documents sent to the cabinet every day, and I don't have time to use them."
"...Born that way."
After saying this, Ling Feng felt his heart race, and he quickly turned around to cover it up and sat back down in his chair, pretending to be busy with official business.
Little did he know that it was precisely because of his turn that the back of his neck, which best reflected his mood, was brazenly exposed to Su Qinghe.
He himself was completely unaware of this peculiar trait.
Seeing the sudden splash of red on the man's fair nape, Su Qinghe instantly understood.
Seeing Ling Feng's awkwardness, Su Qinghe couldn't help but find it a little funny. She deliberately cleared her throat to get Ling Feng's attention.
"I see. But you said you practice martial arts all year round and are always out on missions. Your skin must be too fair from all the wind and sun. I'm afraid it would make all the men in the world envious."
As Su Qinghe spoke, she slowly walked behind Ling Feng and unexpectedly reached out to gently touch the back of his neck.
Ling Feng shuddered, nearly dropping the pen from his hand onto the table.
“You…” He turned his head, his ears tinged with a faint pink, but he didn’t seem as angry as before.
Su Qinghe looked at him with a smile, "Nothing happened to me, why are you so nervous?"
Ling Feng opened his mouth, but said nothing. He couldn't very well say that he was shy, could he?
Seeing this, Su Qinghe stopped teasing him.
"Alright, I've remembered everything you said. It's getting late, you should get some rest. I'm leaving now."
Today is not the day I should spend with him.
Hearing that Su Qinghe was leaving so soon, Ling Feng felt a little disappointed, but he still nodded without hesitation. "Okay."
After Su Qinghe left, Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, which seemed to be warmer than other parts of his body.
What's wrong with me...?
After thinking for a long time without any results, Ling Feng was somewhat frustrated and attributed the abnormality of his body to the stress response caused by years of being overly vigilant.
He got up and walked to the bedside. When he saw the baby clothes laid out on the bed, a gentle feeling welled up in his eyes.
He carefully folded each piece of clothing and placed them in the wooden box under the bed.
These were just packed up today; they're all clothes that Ling Cheng and Su Wangyou can no longer wear.
Babies grow quickly; in almost a month, their old clothes were too small, so he wanted to keep them as a keepsake.
After he finished tidying up, Xiaoying brought in hot water. "Young master, the Jade Snow Cream you requested has arrived today. I've placed it in the hidden compartment of the dressing table."
Ling Feng paused. "Xiao Ying, don't call me 'Young Master' anymore, call me 'Young Master'. I'm a father now."
Xiaoying was taken aback, then quickly corrected herself. "Yes, my lord."
Ling Feng was satisfied. Remembering the Jade Snow Cream he had mentioned earlier, he quickened his washing up.
Having just received praise from Su Qinghe, it seems this product is quite effective; he will definitely use it frequently in the future.
Thinking of this, Ling Feng immediately instructed Xiao Ying.
"Send a message to have someone go to the southern border to buy a few more boxes. No, just arrange for someone to do this job regularly, and have them deliver them every two months from now on."
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