C58

Two days later, they entered the Quanzhou.

After arriving at the Quanzhou, Xiao Feimo did not rush to go to the Duke Changping's Mansion, but chose to stay at an inn first.

It was near the end of the year, and there were many people walking on the streets, making it very lively. There were hawkers selling New Year's goods everywhere, Feng Qingying took a look at this place, he was excited to look there, his Quanzhou clearly much warmer than in the capital.

After following behind Feng Qingying, Forge couldn't help but exclaim, "Princess, the weather here is really good. Even when I'm wearing my jacket, I can still feel the heat."

"Lingtong, take a look and see if there's anything you like. Let's buy some to take back."

Feng Qingying wanted to bring presents for the Feng Family s up and down, and he kept wandering around the stalls selling small items. In the end, he bought two fan pendants, and also picked out a few silk flowers.

The previously clear and sunny sky suddenly turned dark. At the side, Lingtong raised her head to look at the sky. "Aiya, wangfei, it's going to rain soon. Let's go back as soon as possible!" This change is really fast. "

Feng Qingying kept her little item and looked up to the sky. She saw that the sky was dark and she knew that it was going to rain, so the two of them sped up their pace and went back to the inn.

"The weather in the Quanzhou is really abnormal."

No matter how warm the Quanzhou weather was, it was still winter. Feng Qingying's body was weak to begin with, so she was afraid that she would get the cold wind as a result of it.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Since it was already too late to rush back, Feng Qingying actually stopped in his tracks and stood in the rain. For some reason, when he thought about his Moon Kingdom, his expression became a little lost. The red candle went out. In the middle-aged man's boat. Jiang Kuangyun was low, and the geese were called Xifeng.

And now, under the Rain Monk Lodge. The stars had already appeared at his temples. Joy and sorrow is merciless, and it will be day before I take my first job. "

"The rain is getting heavier, let's go back first!" Ling Gui did not understand what Feng Qingying's poem meant, but seeing that Feng Qingying had stopped, she urged him.

Feng Qingying did not move, and continued to stand in the rain.

"Young lady, you are still young and you don't know your worries yet. Why do you have such a sorrowful expression?"

A pleasant male voice came out from the rain curtain. Feng Qingying turned his head and saw a white clothed man holding an umbrella behind him.

His umbrella was placed very low, covering most of his face. Feng Qingying could not see his appearance clearly, and only felt that his voice was warm and pleasant to hear.

"This has nothing to do with young master!"

"Yes, I have offended you. My lady is so cultured."

"This isn't a poem I wrote either."

Shangguan Nanyi was completely speechless.

Seeing that Feng Qingying was still in the rain, he was just about to move the umbrella over Feng Qingying's head when Feng Qingying reached out to block it, saying coldly, "I appreciate the young master's kind intentions, but I don't need this umbrella for myself."

With that, Feng Qingying turned and disappeared into the rain.

Shangguan Nanyi stood in the rain, looked at Feng Qingying's back, and said softly: "Joy and sorrow is merciless, I will wait until daylight."

This poem just so happened to express his state of mind.

Feng Qingying sped up his steps and returned to the tavern. Just as he arrived at the entrance, he met Xiao Feimo, who seemed to be about to leave with the umbrella in his hand.

"It's raining so heavily outside, is Your Highness going out?"

Feng Qingying casually asked.

"Yes." Xiao Feimo casually replied. Seeing that Feng Qingying's hair was still dripping with water, he frowned. "How can she have the slightest bit of an appearance of a consort?

"Yes."

Forsythia blessed herself.

"The roads are slippery in the rain, so your highness should be careful on the roads."

With that, Feng Qingying went upstairs. Her clothes were all wet, her body was sticky, and she felt uncomfortable all over. She had to quickly change her clothes.

"Your Highness, are we still going out?"

Lian Gu knew that Xiao Feimo was preparing to give Feng Qingying the umbrella, but now that Feng Qingying had returned, there was no need to give him the umbrella anymore.

Xiao Feimo looked at Lian Gu and noticed his sharp gaze. Lian Gu subconsciously lowered his head, regretting his words.

Since Feng Qingying was already back, Xiao Feimo naturally did not plan to go out anymore. He stuffed the umbrella into Lian Gu's hands, turned around, and walked upstairs.

Feng Qingying had just finished showering and changing his clothes, when Xiao Feimo suddenly came over with a bowl of hot ginger soup in his hands. He placed the ginger soup on the table and instructed without any expression, "Drink this ginger soup in a while."

"It's raining heavily outside. Your highness went out for a trip, but your clothes and shoes were not touched by the water. Could it be that your highness has some unique skill?" Feng Qingying glanced at Xiao Feimo's clothes and the boots on his feet with a smile that was not a smile.

"The rain is too heavy. This King did not go out." Xiao Feimo explained.

Feng Qingying did not investigate further, and was even more unwilling to think in that direction, he deliberately ignored her and nodded his head to express his gratitude: "Many thanks to Duke Jiang Tang."

"It won't do this king any good if Princess has caught a cold. Quanzhou weather is ever-changing. When you go out in the future, remember to bring an umbrella with you."

The atmosphere between the two was a little weird. Lian Fu, who was at the side, felt awkward listening to their conversation, but it was a pity that she could not interrupt, otherwise she would want to tell Xiao Feimo on Feng Qingying's behalf that their young miss was actually very concerned about the Marquis.

"With this lesson, I've memorized it. Prince, when are we going to Duke Changping's Mansion?"

"Drink the ginger soup tomorrow."

There were empty seats beside Xiao Feimo, so Feng Qingying did not sit beside him. Instead, he deliberately sat across from him, took a sip of ginger soup, and then frowned, "Did you not put sugar in this ginger soup?"

"Ginger soup even needs sugar?"

Xiao Feimo immediately asked.

Feng Qingying was startled, could it be that Jiang Tang is... He did it!

This was impossible, how could a dignified duke like him boil a ginger soup, much less Xiao Feimo? What was going on with him, to think of all this with just a few words.

"Lingtong, go get some candies."

Xiao Feimo immediately instructed.

"Yes, this servant will go now."

Forsythia blessed herself and went out.

"Master, this ginger soup is filled with a lot of ginger and no sugar, it doesn't look like it was made by a person who knows how to make soup, could it be that this soup was made by Lian Gu?!"

Xiao Feimo's expression was a little unnatural, he quickly recovered, "I didn't expect him to be so clumsy, I'll let him off next time."

Lian Gu, who was guarding the door, heard the two of them talking with a bitter face. What does this have to do with him?

"If it doesn't taste good, then don't drink anymore. This King will ask the people in the inn to make another bowl."

Feng Qingying laughed lightly, "How can I let you down on my good intentions?"

Hearing that, Xiao Feimo's eyebrows relaxed, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.

Shi Mu felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart as he heard these words.

Thinking about this bowl of ginger soup, Feng Qingying's heart warmed. The ginger soup that was originally hard to drink also became a little easier to drink, it was just that she didn't want to think about it too much.