As usual, Feng Shaojin brought Feng Yichen's medical books to Wenjing Garden, and casually asked the servant: "How's your appetite recently, Young Madam?"
"The appetite is average. I only eat half a bowl of rice for each meal, and my diet is very light on weekdays." The servant replied truthfully.
"Well, young lady still likes to read in the hall?"
The weather is getting warmer day by day, and although the temperature at night is much higher, it is still a bit cold, and when she is reading, she is too absorbed.
The servant shook his head: "Young madam hasn't read in the hall for a long time, but young madam seems to like the attic very much recently. When I looked for young madam several times, I saw her in the attic."
The servant didn't understand that there was nothing special about the attic except that it was a little higher, and Mo Lingwei was not usually a bold person, so why did he suddenly like the attic.
Hearing this, Feng Shaojin slowly took off his coat and handed it to the servant.
attic?
Why did she suddenly like the attic?
What is she doing in the attic?
Feng Shaojin remained silent, and went upstairs. He put the books in the empty bedroom, walked upstairs, and also went to the attic.
He saw Mo Lingwei put a tall chair on the attic and was standing on it, so frightened he rushed over, hugged her tightly in his arms from behind, and dragged her down.
Feng Shaojin's voice was tense and then frightened: "What are you going to do? What are you going to do?"
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei was a little puzzled.
"I didn't do anything, I just wanted to see the scenery." Mo Lingwei felt guilty.
"Look at the scenery?" Feng Shaojin raised his eyes and saw the pointed tower top in the distance.
The woods outside the courtyard wall are dense, and there is almost nothing to see. The scenery is not as good as the peach blossoms in the backyard.
Feng Shaojin breathed a sigh of relief, and walked downstairs with her arms in his arms: "I brought you another medical book, if you feel bored, let the servant accompany you to the backyard.
The attic is too high, what should I do if I fall down? "
Mo Lingwei: "..."
It turned out that he was afraid that she would commit suicide if she couldn't bear it.
When she was captured by him at first, she was indeed angry and resentful, but now, a lot of grief and anger were replaced by a calmer mood day by day.
Especially after getting in touch with Feng Yichen, her heart settled down.
The Mohist army is also here, and sooner or later they will find her and take her away.
After leaving this time, she thought that it would be impossible for her to step into Yuncheng again in her life, and it would be impossible for her to see him again in the future.
It's better to just continue to get along with each other like a guest. Before she leaves, she will prepare a prescription to resist Feng Shaojin's dependence on drugs.
She vaguely remembered that her sister-in-law seemed to have mentioned to her that similar symptoms had been cured.
It's just that I can't remember it for a while.
Feng Shaojin was afraid that she would be bored in the bedroom all day, so he accompanied her to the backyard to enjoy the flowers.
The plum blossoms have just withered, and there are still a few sporadic winter jasmine flowers under the courtyard wall, but the peach blossoms are shining brightly.
Mo Lingwei couldn't help sighing: "Time flies so fast."
Standing behind her, Feng Shaojin looked at her back in plain cheongsam, feeling a little absent-minded for a moment.
He thought, if this branch of peach blossoms were applied to her cheongsam, she would be more beautiful than flowers.
He raised his hand, picked one, put it in her curled black hair, and his thin lips unconsciously curled up gracefully, "It's so beautiful."
Feng Shaojin stared at her like looking at a rare treasure.
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei blushed suddenly, and turned her eyes away urgently, avoiding his eyes.
"After today, I probably won't come to see you as often as I did a few times before." Feng Shaojin didn't seem to notice her avoiding him, so he raised his hand to hold her thin shoulder, and rubbed his palm a few times: "Wait, be good. Let me finish my work, okay?"