"A substitute?" Murong Qianjue twitched the corners of his lips, as if he didn't know who Liu Feng was talking about, he snorted coldly, "Oh...you're right, it's really a substitute."
Liu Feng's eyes darkened slightly, his expression was blank, he twitched the corners of his lips, opened his mouth, and after a long time squeezed out a few words, "Even if it's a substitute, the subordinate is willing. It's a pity... the subordinate is now given the opportunity to be a substitute." It's all gone."
Murong Qianjue frowned, and glanced at Liu Feng, his eyes flickered. This kid is really stupid, he still hasn't recognized that he is not Zongzheng Fusu.
"The subordinate now only regrets that he didn't do well enough at the beginning." Liu Feng sighed softly, "There is no chance now."
Murong Qianjue was shocked, as if touched by his words, he raised his eyes and asked, "Has the princess never left the backyard?"
"No." Liu Feng shook his head.
Murong Qianjue was inexplicably irritable, and then looked around the dining table, his eyes finally fell on the bowl of light osmanthus and lotus seed porridge.
Liu Feng followed his line of sight, frowned, and hurriedly said, "The princess has taken care of it earlier, saying that the master has just recovered from a serious injury, and the taste is lighter, so I added this sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed porridge. The subordinates know that the master doesn't like it." The smell of lotus seeds, but…”
Before Liu Feng finished speaking, Murong Qianjue had already picked up the porridge bowl on the table and took a sip.
Liu Feng was astonished.
Murong Qianjue had already turned around, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "Who says he doesn't like it? I like it! I like everything the princess prepared for me."
After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp.
Liu Feng was dumbfounded.
Murong Qianjue had already got up, walked to the door, and ordered to the maidservant outside, "Get another bowl in the kitchen."
"Yes." The maid was also surprised, and then hurriedly turned and left.
Backyard, new house.
Dongfang Jing curled up on the bed, probably because she was too sleepy, she even forgot the tingling pain from her throat, embraced her shoulders, and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, someone was brushing her hair, and the long hair brushed between her neck, itching, but very comfortable.
Dongfang Jing suddenly opened her eyes, and those pupils that flowed like lake water collided with her at once.
The lights were not turned on in the room, Dongfang Jing rubbed her eyes, and with the help of the moonlight coming in from the window, she could see the other party's appearance clearly.
She frowned unconsciously, clenched her hands into fists, and looked at the person vigilantly, "What are you doing here?! This is my room."
Murong Qianjue could hear the hoarseness in her voice, and there was a trace of unnaturalness on her face, she frowned, put the porridge bowl in her hand on the small wooden coffee table by the bed, and said coldly, "I'll wait for you to use it together You can't wait for the dinner. Knowing that the princess is too arrogant, this king has no choice but to send it to the princess."
"I won't eat!" Dongfang Jing refused subconsciously without even looking at it.
"Oh? Are your hands and feet inconvenient?" Murong Qianjue looked at her leisurely.
"Yes! Being drugged by the prince, I feel uncomfortable everywhere, and it is inconvenient everywhere." Dongfang Jing said angrily. Just a few words, there was a pungent pain in her throat, reminding her all the time what that bastard Murong Qianjue did to her!
Murong Qianjue could hear the anger in her tone, and immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, took the porridge bowl by himself, put it on his lips and blew, "If it's inconvenient, I will feed you."