Tired of waiting, Yinxiang had someone lift a handful of him out and block him in front of Feng Qingchen's study room.
Leng Jiuyi saw this posture and had no choice but to go and report it.
Feng Qingchen was practicing calligraphy. When she heard Leng Jiu's report, she slowly raised her beautiful eyes and said coldly: "Then bring in the soup she sent!"
Leng Jiu had no choice but to respond and go out to ask someone to bring the soup in.
Yinxiang is about to break in.
Leng Jiu stretched out his hand to stop Yin Xiang: "I only said I wanted to drink your soup, but I didn't say I wanted to see you!"
Yinxiang was startled and raised his eyes displeased: "I made this soup myself. I know the best way to drink it. Since Brother Feng is willing to drink my soup, he is naturally willing to meet me!" "
Yinxiang said, about to force his way in.
Leng Jiu said in a deep voice with a cold face: "I'm not a three-year-old kid. Don't you know how to drink soup? I'm afraid you don't know our master's temper. I advise you to leave as soon as possible, otherwise you won't be able to drink soup." Blame me for being rude!"
When Yinxiang saw that Feng Qingchen was willing to drink her soup, he became very arrogant and wanted to break in. Finally, he raised his hand and scratched Leng Jiu's face.
Just as Leng Jiu was about to attack Yin Xiang, Feng Qingchen's voice sounded majesticly from inside, "Let her in!"
Leng Jiu stepped aside with cold eyes.
Yinxiang brought the soup in with four palace maids with a proud face.
In the imperial study room, Feng Qingchen had finished writing. He slowly put down his wolf hair and raised his eyes lightly to glance at Yin Xiang.
Feng Qingchen¡¯s gaze was neither cold nor ferocious, but it made Yinxiang¡¯s arrogance suddenly dim.
She quickly turned around and took a bowl of soup, placed it in front of Feng Qingchen, and said softly: "Brother Feng, this is jasmine clear soup. It is the best way to calm the mind and calm the mind. You drink this first!"
Feng Qingchen said nothing.
Yinxiang brought a second bowl of soup: "This is rock sugar stewed pear, which is sweet. There are also vegetarian lion head and old hen soup. There are both meat and vegetable, sweet and spicy. Which one do you like?"
Feng Qingchen said quietly: "Put it down and go out!"
Yinxiang was startled, and couldn't help but step forward again and said: "Brother Feng, I finally met you once, can't you talk to me more? My hands are burning because of making this soup!"
As Yinxiang spoke, he stretched out his jade-white hand towards Feng Qingchen. There was indeed a red mark on the back of the hand.
Feng Qingchen glanced expressionlessly.
When Yinxiang saw Feng Qingchen, he felt even more aggrieved: "If you touch me, it still hurts!"
Feng Qingchen said coldly: "I didn't ask you to make soup!"
Yinxiang was startled and said coquettishly: "Do you want me to cook it for you? I heard that Brother Feng only eats food made by people he trusts. I also want to be someone that Brother Feng trusts!"
Feng Qingchen took a sip of the soup and said in a deep voice: "Okay, drink it, let's go out!"
Yinxiang was startled and wanted to say something, but Leng Jiu stepped forward and drove him out.
"Brother Feng, if you like it, I will make it for you every day, and I will also make rock sugar lotus seed soup!" Yinxiang did not give up.
Leng Jiu quickly closed the door, blocking the middle of the doorway, and looked at Yinxiang coldly.
Yinxiang had no choice but to leave unwillingly.
In the room, Feng Qingchen spit the soup in her mouth onto the roots of a pot of dragon fairy grass.
Feng Qingchen looked at the Dragon Immortal Grass, with a hint of tenderness in her cold and sinister eyes.
Xue Lingqiao secretly found Leng Jiu and asked if Xiaodouzi had gone to the palace to find Feng Qingchen.