Thousand Face Demonic Concubine

Lou Qingwu looked back, walked towards Feng Yege's room, knocked on the door, but no one answered. She raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment, raised her bowl and pushed directly into the door. I saw Feng Yege lying on the soft couch side by side, my eyes fell on the scroll in my hand, and I didn't look up when I heard the door open.

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

Feng Yege then raised her eyes, her eyes fell on her, her eyes dazzled slightly, and her lips opened slightly. "It's rare, you remember to come." The indifferent voice can't hear the anger, but the light dance is Knowing that he was in a bad mood.

"Uncle Steward said 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 she did not pursue it. She paused before she said, "No appetite."

Lou Qingwu said nothing, took the medicine chest to take care of himself, and started to change medicine for Feng Yege. Feng Yege cooperated, sitting up, half-concentrating his eyes, staring at Lou Qingwu, looking at her serious eyebrows, and the mood of depression for a day disappeared.

After changing the medicine, Lou Qingwu lifted the medicine box and put it back on the table. Yu Guang shook and landed on the side lunch box, raising his brows.

"What is this?" Doesn't it mean that there is no meal?

Feng Yege slowly retracted her injured hand. When she heard her words, Feng Yan lifted her eyes and glanced at the lunch box, "I don't know."

Lou Qingwu: "..."

As if to see Lou Qingwu's idea, Feng Yege added another sentence: "Sent by someone else."

The word "others" is particularly emphasized.

The cool tone, and the thin lips that Feng Yege pursed, seem to be accusing: seeing others are more active than you.

Lou Qingwu gave him a glance, and decisively ignored his complaint: "Oh? Who sent it?"

Feng Yege glanced at her a few more times, her eyes were floating up and down, deep in meaning, and spit out two words: "Ye Ji."

Lou Qingwu froze, then raised his eyebrows, turned his head expressionlessly, and re-looked at the delicate lunch box in front of him. He lifted the jade wrist, opened the lid, and immediately fragrant. The top layer of the lunch box was filled with a few dishes of bright-colored pastries, and the middle layer was a soup cup, which opened. The ginseng and black chicken bone soup that greeted the eyes was very good for wound healing.

With a sigh of emotion: "The best treasure of Baifulou is really delicious."

"Shimei ... it's clear." Feng Yege's deeper meaning was deeper, "Since Shimei thinks the taste is good, then you use it."

"That's not good, after all, it's a girl's intention."

"But Brother has no appetite, for fear that Pingbai will let her down."

"That being the case ..." Lou Qingwu narrowed his eyebrows. "That sister is not welcome."

Feng Yege's eyes trembled, his lips twitched very slowly.

Lou Qingwu was really rude. She went to see Ruan Xiuren earlier in the morning, and later she was out for the sake of Shangguan Yiyun. After finally going back, she remembered that there is a Buddha here. Now I'm really hungry, slowly put a few dishes of pastry and black chicken bone soup on the table far away from Feng Yege, and eat slowly.

Feng Yege did not know when to lay back on the soft couch, took the book, looked at a few lines of words, and looked at the floor and danced lightly.

As if watching her can "book".

She ate happily, and he saw it comfortably. After a while, the light under the eyes swept away, with a smile that was hardly noticeable, and passed tenderly. Until Lou Qingwu finished eating, she sat up quietly, watching her holding a cup of tea and drinking tea, and then drew Fengmou and said, "Are you full?"

"Well, it really tastes great."

"but……"

"Huh?" Lou Qingwu looked back at him, "What is the brother saying?"

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

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

"Shimei said what should I do?"

"Well, let the uncle, butler, send you another copy?"

"But I suddenly wanted to eat what the teacher and sister made. Others have no appetite." Long legs hooked, pulled over the chair next to Lou Qingwu, and sat down quietly, with a clear face, and ecstasy.

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

"What? Shimei's craftsmanship has degraded? But I see Shimei teaches Yeji how to make hibiscus cakes only increasing?"

"..." Well, it was waiting for her.

Standing up silently, "That brother is waiting." Isn't it a meal?

Feng Yege's body leaned back slightly, and the smile on her mouth became deeper: "Okay."

After half an hour, Lou Qingwu returned to a soup cup and opened it. It contained the same ginseng and black chicken bone soup, which was fragrant but not greasy. The meat was melted in the mouth and the soup was delicious. Half a minute. Feng Yege faintly smiled, but still did not move. Lou Qingwu pushed the soup cup forward again, "Brother doesn't want to drink anymore?"

"Of course not."

"that?"

"Brother's hand hurts."

Lou Qingwu pushed Tang Cup's hand rigidly, glanced at his injured right arm, and his left hand intact.

"Brother, you can 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 mouth made Lou Qingwu inexplicable. He can use his left-handed sword to sever several people who are not soft and say the left hand. not good at? The eyes fell on the soup cup, and then fell on Feng Yege's face. After all, he relented and took the soup spoon fatefully.

When Feng Yege ran out of meals, it was almost dark, and Lou Qingwu stood up and planned to leave. However, an awkward man had no intention of delivering guests, and she had to say, "It's dark."

Feng Yege lifted his eyes and glanced at: "It's too early to pass."

"But lone men and widows are in the same room, which makes no sense."

"Well, it really doesn't fit."

"..." Lou Wuwu gave him a suspicious look and spoke so well? "Then I will go back to the house first."

"Yes, I'll leave Beijing tomorrow." Feng Yege said lightly, and saw Lou Qingwu stopped, then he continued: "I will come back when you and me."

Lou Qingwu choked for a moment, "You called me today for this?"

"What do you think?" Feng Yege narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Go back."

"Actually ... you don't have to be back." Each time he left Beijing was not a few months, but just a few days, where could he be back?

"I said I'd have to come back in time." If he had to go there in person, he would not leave Beijing at this time.

"There is one more thing," Feng Yege said in a silent movie, then stood up and walked in front of her, his dark eyes were very deep. "The tenth day is coming, when I will know your answer. "

Lou Qingwu's hands clenched slowly, clenched slowly, and answered very lightly.