Feng Huaiyan paused while holding the pen. "Then send it away for a month and bring it back before the wedding."
It also saves the trouble of sending people to check on Mian Shuang from time to time. Although they can't enter the yard, it is a bit annoying to send them away frequently.
My mother also saved herself the trouble of making unnecessary daily greetings.
"Then I'll leave this matter to my brother. After all, you are the future head of the Marquis's Mansion."
"Eighth sister is very close to grandma, and grandma is also very kind to her. I believe she will be very happy to accompany grandma. Let her be filial to grandma on our behalf."
Seeing that he agreed, Feng Huaiji turned around and walked out.
"etc."
Feng Huaiji turned back.
"You went to the third room?" Feng Huaiyan knew him. Once he was moved, it would be difficult for him to let go.
If Yingyue was not their cousin, Feng Huaiyan would not say anything even if their identities were incompatible. But their identities were like that, so there was no result.
"Brother, I know my limits."
Wanjiezhu: To be sensible, you have to secretly hook up with the mission target.
Feng Huaiyan looked at his back and thought that he didn't seem to have any sense of propriety.
Never mind, he just reminded me this last time.
Feng Huaiji returned to Qingyun Courtyard, opened the box, and found six sachets neatly placed on the soft cloth in the box.
Feng Huaiji picked one out and hung it beside the bed.
Early the next morning, Feng Huaiji went to the Ministry of Justice prison after court session, and used both soft and hard tactics, intimidation and torture to force the emperor to tell him what he wanted, and then he was released from duty.
After lunch break, I went out of the house and saw the person I wanted to see sitting on a bamboo bench under the bamboo forest.
Feng Huaiji walked quickly to her side and put his hand on her head, "Why didn't you let Qingming and the others call me when you came?"
Yingyue looked up, "Qingming said you were taking a nap, so you should be waking up soon, so I just stayed here to listen to the sound of the bamboo growing. I didn't wait long."
The sound of bamboo joints growing is "crunching". It may sound a bit noisy at first, but after listening to it for a long time, I find it quite relaxing.
Feng Huaiji leaned over and brushed the bamboo leaves off her shoulders, "Don't you want to take a nap?"
"I get up late and take a late lunch break. I'll take another lunch break later."
"Why did you come to see me?"
"Didn't you say I could come if I wanted to?" Yingyue blinked, with doubt in her almond eyes, "Should I think of a reason before I come?"
I just had nothing to do and suddenly wanted to come find him.
"No need, come whenever you want, I'm glad you're here." Feng Huaiji couldn't help but pinch her face gently, and asked with a smile: "Why didn't they serve you tea and snacks?"
The delicate and slightly cool touch of her cheek came from his fingertips. Feng Huaiji withdrew his hand and curled his fingers. "It's a bit windy today. Is it cold sitting in the yard?"
His eyes gradually became deep and gentle, and seemed to be mixed with some emotions that she could not understand.
Yingyue was stunned for a moment, then replied: "It's not cold, the wind blew and the bamboo leaves fell into the tea and snacks, so I let them take them away."
Feng Huaiji held her wrist again and said, "Get up. If you sit any longer, your head will be covered with broken bamboo leaves."
Yingyue glanced at his hand holding her wrist and followed him, "Where are you going?"
"Let the kitchenette make you something to eat. What do you want?"
"Plum soup, but it's not ready yet and I have to take a nap."
Feng Huaiji thought about it and said, "How about you come over and drink after you wake up?"
Yingyue took two quick steps to his side and looked at him sideways, "Then why can't you have someone deliver it to Qinghui Courtyard or I have someone come to pick it up?"
Feng Huaiji slowed down his pace to accommodate her. "I had dinner at your place yesterday. How about you have dinner here today? I have a small kitchen here. Just order whatever you want."
"Okay, do you have a pen? I'll write down the names of the dishes."
Feng Huaiji let go of her hand and looked at Xuan Qing, who went to get a pen and paper.
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