Transmigration: How to Allure a Man

By the time they got back to Princess House, it was already completely dark.

Fortunately, although Feng Yu had been kneeling for quite a long time, she only had a slight skin tear on her knee. The rest was OK. She was afraid that the cold wind would enter her body and she would suffer from severe rheumatism.

"Don't move. Give it a good compress." Qingqing presses Feng Yu who wants to get up and puts the hot towel on his knee.

Feng Yu's heart warmed and held Qingqing's hand: "I really don't need these. I'm fine."

Qingqing didn't listen and pushed aside Feng Yu's hand. "What did you let your father promise you?" She had a guess in her mind, and now she just wanted to confirm.

Feng Yu laughed, but did not cover up: "my father and the emperor said I did not have the heart of concubine."

The action on Qingqing's hand stopped, and the calm heart had a little wave: "are you angry with your father because of this? You know, it's not that this palace can't accommodate people. "

"I know. I can't hold her." Feng Yu caught Qingqing's hand again, her eyes burning, as if to melt her.

Qing Qing bowed his head and thought of Chen Yao. Suddenly he asked, "are you old friends with Miss Chen?"

Mentioning Chen Yao, Feng Yu suddenly felt a little nervous. Holding Qingqing's hand, she felt a little stronger and said, "she It's old knowledge. "

Qingqing pick eyebrow, look at his this appearance, must have some story.

"I really don't have anything to do with her. I just got along with her for a while when I was a child. Now I can't even remember her appearance." Feng Yu was a little flustered and explained quickly.

Qingqingleng snorted and pressed his knee: "it's OK, childhood sweetheart."

Feng Yu was relieved by Qingqing's attitude. In his eyes, as long as Qingqing didn't ignore him, "it's really not the same thing. You believe me, we've been together for a year, and then their family moved away. It's not childhood."

"I believe you. If there's something wrong, you won't resist. It's just that Miss Chen can't say for sure." Qingqing looks at Feng Yu and smiles unkindly.

Seeing Qingqing's intention, Feng Yu unconsciously pinched Qingqing's cheek: "I don't care how she treats me. I care about you."

Listening to this disguised confession, Qingqing was stunned, and her heart kept beating. She stood up in a panic and turned her back to Feng Yu: "you have a good rest. Let's go to see if mother Zheng is ready for dinner."

After leaving the bedroom, the beating heart still did not stop, took a heavy breath, and then suddenly exhaled, so repeatedly several times, when the heart returned to calm, Qingqing entered the side hall.

At this time, Mammy Zheng was directing a group of maidservants to set dinner. When she saw Qingqing coming in, she said, "does the princess want to have dinner with her son-in-law?"

Qingqing thought like this originally, but because she just got out of control, now she didn't want to be with him anymore. She said, "no, it's already set here. The emperor's son-in-law is there. You can let yuyanduan have some things that the emperor's son-in-law likes to eat."

Mammy Zheng didn't think much, but she went out to look for jade smoke.

The rest of Qingqing was in this side hall, looking at the table full of delicacies, but he had no appetite at all. He was still wondering, and his heart was beating.

"Princess." Yuming has been standing at the table waiting for the master to have a meal. Seeing that the master has been watching but has not come over, she feels very curious.

Qingqing regained his mind, casually found a Yuandun to sit down, pushed the rice aside, and said, "give me a bowl of soup, and the rice will be removed."

"Yes." Yuming didn't ask why. She handed the rice to the maid standing on one side, then picked up a clean empty bowl from the table, filled two-thirds of the soup, and carefully placed it in front of Qingqing.

Today, the kitchen prepared the old chicken soup. Instead of adding tonics to the soup as hard as before, only three or four medlar were floating on it.

Qingqing took the soup with her hands and sipped it. She found that the soup was original and delicious. Her appetite was a little better now.

Just wanted to take advantage of a better appetite to taste other dishes, but was interrupted by a voice.

"All ready, why didn't the princess call me?"

Qingqing's body is stiff. She turns her head and looks out the door. She sees Feng Yuzheng looking at her with a smile. She doesn't know whether she is guilty or what. She suddenly turns her head back. However, because of the large range of action, her arm accidentally touches the bowl of soup on the table, and the soup in the bowl is scattered.

"Ah ~" in order to avoid the soup spilled on the table, Qingqing stood up.

So, Feng Yu quickly came in and took Qingqing's hand to have a look: "have you been burned?"