Thousand Face Demonic Concubine Chapter 143: Ten-day period

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Lou Qingwu retracted his gaze, walked towards Feng Yege's room, knocked on the door, but no one answered. She raised her eyebrows, thought for a while, raised her hand bowl and pushed the door directly. He saw Feng Yege lying on his side on the soft couch, his eyes fell on the scroll in his hand, and he did not raise his head when he heard the door opening.

Lou Qingwu rubbed her eyebrows, walked up to him, and took the book from his hand.

Feng Yege raised her phoenix eyes, her gaze fell on her, her eyes flickered, her lips lightly opened, "It's rare, you still remember to come." The indifferent voice, can't hear the anger, but Lou Lou Qing Wu just knew he was in a bad mood.

"Uncle the housekeeper said that you didn't have a meal today?" Lou Qingwu decisively chose to shift this dangerous topic.

Feng Yege took a deep look at her, but did not pursue it any further. After a pause, he said: "I have no appetite."

Lou Qingwu didn't comment, and took the medicine box to herself, and began to change Feng Yege's medicine. Feng Yege cooperated, sitting up, half-concentrating his eyes, looking down at Lou Qingwu, watching her earnest eyebrows, and the mood of the day's depression suddenly disappeared.

After changing the medicine, Lou Qingwu lifted the medicine box and put it back on the table. After a flash of light, it landed on the meal box next to him, raising his eyebrows.

"What's this?" Didn't it mean that there was no meal?

Feng Yege slowly retracted her injured hand. Hearing what she said, Feng raised her eyes and glanced at the meal box, "I don't know."

Lou Qingwu: "..."

As if seeing Lou Qingwu's thoughts, Feng Yege added another sentence: "From someone else."

The word "others" is especially emphasized.

The cool tone, coupled with Feng Yege’s thin lips, seemed to be accusing him: Seeing others are more positive than you.

Lou Qingwu glanced at him and decisively ignored his complaint: "Oh? Who gave it to you?"

Feng Yege looked at her a few more times, her eyes were ups and downs, and she spit out two words quietly: "Ye Ji."

Lou Qingwu was taken aback, then raised her eyebrows, turned her head blankly, looked at the exquisite meal box in front of him again, raised her wrist, opened the lid of the box, and the fragrance was immediately fragrant. The top layer of the meal box contains several dishes of brightly colored pastries, and the middle layer contains a soup cup. When you open it, you can see the "Ginseng Black Chicken Bone Soup", which heals the wound very well.

With a sigh of emotion: "The finest delicacies of Baifulou, it really tastes very good."

"Junior Sister... is clear." Feng Yege's eyes deepened. "Since Junior Sister thinks it tastes good, then you can use it."

"It's not good, after all, it's Miss Yeji's heart."

"But brother has no appetite, I'm afraid I will let her down."

"In that case..." Lou Qingwu lowered her eyebrows: "You are welcome, Junior Sister."

Feng Yege's eyes gleamed, and the corners of her mouth curled up very slowly.

Lou Qingwu was really not polite. She went to see Ruan Xiuren early today, and then stayed out for Shangguan Yiyun's affairs. After finally going back, she remembered that there is a Buddha here. I was really hungry now. I slowly brought a few plates of pastries and black chicken bone soup to the table far away from Feng Yege, and ate them slowly.

I don't know when Feng Yege lay back on the soft couch, picked up the scroll, read a few lines, and then looked at Lou Qingwu.

As if watching her write a "book".

She ate comfortably, and he watched comfortably. Not long after, the light under her eyes flicked, with an imperceptible smile, and she ran across her warmly. It was not until Lou Qingwu had finished eating that she sat up quietly and watched her holding a cup and drinking tea, before she hooked her eyes and said, "I'm full?"

"Well, it really tastes great."

"But..."

"Huh?" Lou Qingwu looked back at him, "What do you want to say, brother?"

Feng Yege came down from the couch, walked in front of her with long legs, leaned over, condescendingly staring at her clear eyes, "But brother is hungry, what should I do?"

"..." Lou Qingwu silently glanced back at the empty soup cup, playing with her?

"Junior Sister said what should I do?"

"Why, let the housekeeper send someone to give you another copy?"

"But I suddenly wanted to eat something made by Junior Sister. I didn't have any appetite for anything else." Long legs hooked and pulled over the chair next to Lou Qingwu, seated gracefully, with a clear face, and fascinating.

Lou Qingwu only feels a headache, "Do I have to do it myself?"

"Why? Junior sister's craftsmanship has degraded? But I think the junior sister's teaching Ye Ji's craftsmanship of hibiscus cakes has only increased?"

"..." Well, I was waiting for her here.

Standing up silently, "Then brother, wait." Isn't it just a meal.

Feng Yege leaned back slightly, and the smile at the corner of her mouth became deeper: "Okay."

Half an hour later, Lou Qingwu brought back a soup cup again, opened it, and inside was the same ginseng black chicken bone soup, fragrant but not greasy, the meat melted in your mouth, and the soup was delicious, no better than Baifu Lou’s Zhen Dian missed the first half. The corner of Feng Yege's mouth had a faint smile, but he still didn't move. Lou Qingwu pushed the soup cup forward again, "Brother don't want to drink anymore?"

"Naturally not."

"That?"

"Brother's hand hurts."

Lou Qingwu stiffened Tang Zhu's hand, and glanced at his injured right arm and his left hand that was intact.

"Brother, you can use your left hand."

"Senior brother is right-handed and his left hand is not good." Sitting there lazily, Feng Yege with a smile on the corner of his mouth made Lou Qingwu inexplicably weak, and he was able to cut several people with his left hand sword. People say that the left hand is not good at it? He lowered his eyes and fell on the soup cup, and then on Feng Yege's face. After all, he felt softened and took the soup spoon resignedly.

When Feng Yege had finished eating, it was almost dark. Lou Qingwu stood up and planned to leave, but a certain awkward man had no intention of seeing off the guests at all. She had to say, "It's dark. ."

Feng Yege raised her eyes and glanced: "It's not over yet, it's still early."

"It's not reasonable to live alone in the same room with a man and a widow."

"Well, it does not agree."

"..." Lou Qingwu glanced at him suspiciously, so talkative? "Then I will go home first."

"Yes, I have to leave Beijing tomorrow." Feng Yege said lightly, and saw Lou Qingwu stop before continuing: "When you reach Yan, I will rush back."

Lou Qingwu was taken aback for a moment, "You called me today for this?"

"What do you think?" Feng Yege cleared her eyes and sighed, "Go back."

"Actually...you don't have to rush back." Every time he leaves Beijing, which time is not a few months, but only a few days, where can he come back?

"I said that if you can come back in time, you must come back in time." If he didn't have to go there in person, he wouldn't leave Beijing at this time.

"There is one more thing," Feng Yege was silent for a moment before she stood up and walked in front of her. Her dark eyes were extremely deep, "The ten-day period is coming. When the time comes, I want to know you Answer."

Lou Qingwu shook his hand, slowly clenching it tightly, and responded very softly.