In the past, when Feng Qingxuan was alone in the courtyard, he could always meet Xiao Zhuo to ask for trouble, but now Xiao Zhuo is too lazy to come.

In the following days, there was no turmoil, no stirring, the only thing was that the new concubine liked to come here to get acquainted with Feng Qingxuan whenever she had time, Feng Qingxuan was a little repulsed at first, but when she thought that people were so enthusiastic, she was not good at always refusing, not to mention that it was helpful to invite the imperial doctor to Qingge before.

During this period, Qingge came to see it almost every day, chatting and talking about innocuous folk rumors, the shortcomings of the parents in other houses, and the daily battles in the border.

Qingge put the white-eyed cat lying on her lap on the ground, and looked at Feng Qingxuan meaningfully: "I heard that Sister Qingxuan and General Ling have always had a deep relationship, so I heard the news from the prince and came immediately." ”

Feng Qingxuan glanced at her, the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and then put it to her mouth and took a sip, before replying: "I have indeed known Ling Jiangjun for a long time, and it should be said that the relationship is deep, but these war and chaos are still their men's affairs, even if I know it, it won't help much." ”

After that, Qingge shook her head disapprovingly, and looked at her with light in her eyes: "My sister is a heroine among women, proficient in literature and martial arts, and must be different from weak women like us. ”

After listening to Qingge's words, Feng Qingxuan figured out her intentions, and listened to her speak leisurely: "What's more, Ling Jiangjun is on the border at this time, and I heard the prince say that he fought with the Turks a few days ago and was besieged by the Turks, and General Ling's left shoulder was pierced by an arrow, and he is still recuperating in the barracks." ”

Hearing Qingge talking about Ling Xiao, Feng Qingxuan's expression was inadvertently in a trance for a while, indeed, if he came up with a plan this time, although he helped Xiao Zhuo, most of them still helped Ling Xiao, if the battle was won in advance, maybe Ling Xiao could come back early.

Feng Qingxuan only thought that this time was for Ling Xiao, she no longer pushed back, so she pushed the boat along the way and said: "Okay, tell me to think about it today, and tomorrow you come to me again and take the drawings." ”

Qingge was overjoyed when he heard this, and thanked Feng Qingxuan: "In this case, Qingge has thanked my sister here for the prince, look at the sky, it's not too early today, Qingge won't bother my sister." ”

Feng Qingxuan glanced at the sky, the sun was setting, it was indeed not early, she smiled slightly, and said with a little bitterness in her heart: "Go back early, lest the prince find you and find me again." ”

Qingge bent down, reached out and picked up the white-eyed cat that was waiting for her on the ground, and shook her head towards Feng Qingxuan, and walked away through Jianqiu's support, when she left, the wind blew through every inch of air, and the red blood stains on Qingge's legs were already hanging on the gauze.

Seeing that Qingge was gone, Iris stepped forward and draped Feng Qingxuan on her shoulders with a thin coat: "Master, the weather has gradually become colder in recent days, and your body is not yet good, so you should sit less in the courtyard." ”

Feng Qingxuan moved her legs and feet slowly into the room, Iris helped her to sit on the couch, I don't know where the cool breeze blew in made her tremble, she tightened her clothes, and said with a smile: "The house is not as warm as the sun outside." ”

Iris sighed and made a cup of hot tea and brought it to Feng Qingxuan, and said, "Master, it's about to be winter, I'll go to the housekeeper tomorrow to see if the charcoal is there, you can rest in the house, don't go out and walk around." ”

Feng Qingxuan nodded according to Iris's words: "If you don't have charcoal, don't argue with them, add a few layers of quilts, and you can survive the winter." ”

Hearing this, Iris's heart couldn't help but tremble, the last time I went to fetch charcoal, the housekeeper looked reluctant, but it was impossible for her to let her master freeze through this winter, she pondered for a while, walked to the back of the curtain and brought out a steaming soup and put it in Feng Qingxuan's hand: "Master, don't worry, Iris's measured." ”