Lou Qingwu looked away, 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 open to enter. I saw Feng Yege lying on his side on the soft couch, his gaze fell on the scroll in his hand, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the door open.
Lou Qingwu rubbed the center of her brows, walked up to him, and took the book from his hand.
Only then did Feng Yege raise her phoenix eyes, her gaze fell on her, her eyes swayed slightly, and she slightly opened her thin lips, "It's rare, you still remember to come." The indifferent voice could not be heard to appease the anger, but Lou Qingwu was I know he is in a bad mood.
"I heard from the housekeeper that you didn't eat today?" Lou Qingwu resolutely chose to change this dangerous topic.
Feng Yege took a deep look at her, but didn't pursue it any further. After a pause, she said, "I have no appetite."
Lou Qingwu was noncommittal, took the medicine box and began to change Feng Yege's medicine. Feng Yege cooperated, sat up, half-closed his eyes, looked down at Lou Qingwu, looked at her serious eyebrows, and his mood of being depressed for a day suddenly disappeared.
After changing the medicine, Lou Qingwu picked up the medicine box and put it back on the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she landed on the lunch box next to her and raised her eyebrows.
"What is this?" Didn't it mean that there was no meal
Feng Yege slowly withdrew her injured hand. Hearing her words, her phoenix eyes lifted slightly, and she glanced at the meal box, "I don't know."
Lou Qingwu: "..."
As if seeing Lou Qingwu's thoughts, Feng Yege added: "It was sent by 'someone else'."
The word "others" is particularly emphasized.
The cool tone, coupled with Feng Yege's pursed thin lips, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be accusing: others are more active than you.
Lou Qingwu glanced at him, resolutely ignoring his accusation: "Oh? Who sent it?"
Feng Yege looked at her a few more times, his eyes were heavy and full of deep meaning, and he spit out two words quietly: "Ye Ji."
Lou Qingwu was taken aback for a moment, then raised her brows, turned her head expressionlessly, and looked at the exquisite lunch box in front of her again, lifted her jade wrist, opened the lid, and the fragrance immediately wafted into her nostrils. On the top layer of the meal box are several plates of brightly colored pastries, and on the middle layer is a soup cup. When you open it, you will be greeted with "Ginseng and Black Chicken Bone Soup", which is very good for wound healing.
He sighed with emotion: "The best delicacy in Baifulou really tastes great."
"Junior Sister...it's clear." Feng Yege's eyes deepened, "Since Junior Sister thinks it tastes good, then you can use it."
"That's not good. After all, it's Miss Ye Ji's wish."
"But senior brother has no appetite, and I'm afraid I'll let her down for nothing."
"In that case..." Lou Qingwu lowered her brows and said, "Then Junior Sister will be impolite."
The dim light in Feng Yege's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled up very slowly.
Lou Qingwu was really rude, she went to see Ruan Xiuren earlier today, and then she was away for Shangguan Yiyun's affairs, and finally went back, only to remember that there is a Buddha here. Now he was really hungry, so he slowly brought several plates of pastries and black chicken bone soup to the table far away from Feng Yege, and began to eat slowly.
Feng Yege didn't know when to lie back on the soft couch again, picked up the scroll, read a few lines, and then glanced at Lou Qingwu.
As if watching her write a "book".
She ate happily, and he watched comfortably. After a while, a faint light flashed in his eyes, with an imperceptible smile, and tenderness flashed across. It wasn't until Lou Qingwu finished eating that she sat up quietly, looked at her holding a cup of green tea, and said with her phoenix eyes: "Are you full?"
"Well, it really tastes great."
"But… "
"Huh?" Lou Qingwu turned to look at him, "What do you want to say?"
Feng Yege walked down from the couch, walked in front of her with long legs, bent over, and looked down at her clear eyes condescendingly, "But senior brother is hungry, what should I do?"
"..." Lou Qingwu looked back at the empty soup cup silently, what about playing with her
"Sister, what should I do?"
"How about asking the housekeeper to send someone to give you a new copy?"
"But I suddenly want to eat what my junior sister made. I don't have any appetite for anything else." With a hook of his long legs, he pulled the chair beside Lou Qingwu, and sat down gracefully, with a beautiful appearance and soul-stirring.
Lou Qingwu only felt a headache, "Do I have to do it myself?"
"Why? Junior sister's craftsmanship has deteriorated? But I see that junior sister's skill in teaching Ye Ji to make hibiscus cakes is only increasing?"
"..." 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 on the corner of his mouth deepened: "Okay."
Half an hour later, Lou Qingwu brought back a soup pot again, opened it, and found the same ginseng black chicken bone soup inside, it was fragrant but not greasy, the meat melted in the mouth, and the soup was delicious, no worse than Bai Fu Lou's delicacy half point. There was a faint smile on the corner of Feng Yege's mouth, but he still didn't move. Lou Qingwu pushed the soup cup forward again, "Brother don't want to drink anymore?"
"Of course not."
"That?"
"Brother's hand hurts."
Lou Qingwu's hand that was pushing the soup cup froze, and glanced at his injured right arm and intact left hand.
"Brother, you can completely use your left hand."
"Brother is right-handed, and his left hand is not good at it." Sitting there lazily, Feng Yege with a smile on his lips made Lou Qingwu inexplicably powerless. People who can kill several people with a sword in their left hand are said to be left-handed not good at? The downcast eyes fell on the soup cup, and then fell on Feng Yege's face. After all, his heart softened, and he picked up the spoon resignedly.
When Feng Yege finished his meal, it was almost dark, Lou Qingwu stood up, intending to leave, but a certain awkward man had no intention of seeing off the guests at all, so she had no choice but to say: "It's getting dark."
Feng Yege raised her eyes and took a look: "You time has not passed, it's still early."
"It's unreasonable for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room."
"Well, it really doesn't fit."
"..." Lou Qingwu looked at him suspiciously, so easy to talk? "Then I'll go home first."
"Yes, I'm going to leave Beijing tomorrow." Feng Yege said lightly, seeing Lou Qingwu stop before continuing: "When you reach Ji, I will rush back."
Lou Qingwu froze for a moment, "You called me here today, is that why?"
"What do you think?" Feng Yege's clear eyes half closed, and he sighed: "Go back."
"Actually...you don't have to hurry back." Every time he left Beijing, it was not a few months, but only a few days. How could he come back
"I said if I can make it back, I will make it back." If he didn't have to go there himself, he wouldn't leave Beijing at this time.
"One more thing." Feng Yege stood up after being silent for a while, and walked in front of her, her dark eyes were extremely deep, "The ten-day period is coming, and I want to know your answer when it arrives. "
Lou Qingwu slowly clenched the hand she held, and responded very softly.