Feng Huaiji's eyes became more gentle. He leaned closer and tapped her forehead with his fingers, "Why are you so dazed today?"
Yingyue blinked and said, "You made me stupid."
"You're putting the blame on someone else." Feng Huaiji tapped her forehead and pulled her up. "Are you hungry? Come in and have dinner."
"Come and learn archery from me tomorrow, and you will have lunch and dinner here. Think about what you want to eat tomorrow first."
"It's too much trouble to think about it every day, so I asked Zhu Ling to write down all the dishes I like, and then let the kitchen pick whatever they want to cook."
"We are still smart."
"You praise me like you're coaxing a child. If I were as old as Aqi, my tail would be up in the air."
Feng Huaiji glanced sideways, and the corners of a certain little girl's mouth also curled up.
He let go of her wrist, and after she sat down, he tapped the corner of her lips with his finger and leaned over to look at her, "Jiaojiao is also like a child, am I right?"
The corner of her lips was slightly itchy, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to touch it, but her fingertips touched his.
The cool and warm breath from his body mixed with the faint scent of agarwood came over her. As she was stared at by his deep and gentle eyes, an indescribable feeling spread from the touching fingertips to her heart, and Yingyue was speechless for a moment.
Feng Huaiji raised the corner of his lips, pulled her finger to touch the corner of her lips, "Here is the evidence."
Yingyue's face heated up, as if it was because she was exposed by him, but also as if it was because of other reasons.
Feng Huaiji lowered his eyes, suppressed his desire to hold her in his arms, and sat beside her, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Our Jiaojiao is shy and doesn't tolerate teasing."
Yingyue put her hand down, looked at her fingertips and then at him. The skin he touched seemed to be a little hot, and her heartbeat was a little out of control.
She is not thin-skinned.
Feng Huaiji poured her some tea and asked, "Are you thirsty?"
Yingyue shook her head subconsciously, then nodded.
"He who is shaking his head and nodding, is he thirsty or not?"
"Some." She picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking a little helpless.
Wanjiezhu was bored and secretly watching them in the box. He exclaimed in his heart and confused the target of the mission.
The food was brought over from the small kitchen, and Feng Huaiji had dinner with her, picking up some food for her from time to time.
When she was about to go back, Feng Huaiji rubbed her head and said, "Go back and go to bed early and get enough rest. You don't have to pay respects to your grandmother tomorrow. Your brother has sent her and your eighth sister to Huai'en Temple for meditation."
Yingyue looked at him with her hands behind her back, "Why did grandma suddenly go to meditate? Was it you who suggested it, second brother?"
"Well, she will be back the day before my brother's wedding. You can sleep well in the mornings from now on."
"Oh, then I'll come half an hour earlier."
"good."
Yingyue turned around, took two steps and looked back again. She didn't expect that he was looking at her. She was slightly stunned.
"Second brother, is it because of me that you suggested that eldest brother send grandmother to Huai'en Temple?"
"Um."
"Second brother, you are so nice."
Feng Huaiji smiled and said, "Just remember Second Brother's kindness. Let's go back. It's getting dark."
Yingyue felt a bulging feeling in her heart and looked at him wanting to ask something, but in the end she didn't ask.
Don't be too greedy.
After Yingyue left the yard, Xuanqing said with a stiff face, "Sir, Miss Nine is your sister."
"Who said she is my sister?" Feng Huaiji patted his shoulder, "In the future, whether inside or outside the courtyard, when I am with her, be smart and don't let anyone come over."
"What do you mean 'not a sister'?" Xuan Qing had a bitter face. He and the young master were close friends, but the young master was playing tricks on him.
Is the young master crazy? Isn't Miss Nine the daughter of the Third Master? It's impossible that he is not the Marquis's biological son.
What a sin.
"What do you think?" Feng Huaiji entered the bathroom.
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