Sunlight shines through the half-open wooden window carved with plum blossom patterns, playfully shining on Feng Feixue's beautiful cheeks, which are as crystal clear as freshly peeled lychee meat. /top/ Novel Ranking

Feng Feixue's slender fingers held a cattail leaf fan with blooming peonies and gently swayed it in the air; her other small green-white hand held a blue paper-covered medical book, and there was something rippling like lake water in her half-squinted eyes.

Her expression, half leaning under the wooden window, is lazy yet elegant and beautiful, like a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, which makes people mesmerized by the sight.

Qiu Yan blinked her eyes and found that her young lady was getting more and more charming. She thought that if her young lady went to attend a banquet hosted by the daughter of a noble family, she would definitely stand out among the crowd and attract many admiring men.

Seeing Qiu Yan looking at her thoughtfully, Feng Feixue stretched out her cattail leaf fan and knocked on Qiu Yan's forehead.

Qiu Yan hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover her forehead, pouted her mouth and complained: "Miss Fourth, why did you hit me?"

"Looking at the way you looked at me just now, I wanted to hit you with a cattail leaf fan."

"Fourth Miss, Qiu Yan just thinks you are too beautiful, so she is obsessed with you."

Feng Feixue raised her lips slightly, with a hint of teasing in her eyes: "Qiu Yan, I find that you are becoming more and more sweet-tongued, but you are also becoming more and more arrogant."

"I know I was wrong, please stop scolding me." Qiu Yan thought Feng Feixue wanted to scold her, but when she saw the smile in Feng Feixue's eyes, she looked at Feng Feixue with relief and smiled awkwardly.

Two sounds.

"Miss Fourth, has the injury on your arm fully recovered?"

Feng Feixue raised her jade arm, and the scratches she had left had long since disappeared. The arm was as perfect as a snow-white lotus root, without any flaws.

"Qiu Yan, is it possible that you want to see your young lady turn ugly so that no one dares to marry her?" She looked at Qiu Yan indifferently, with a smile hidden in her eyes.

Qiu Yan hurriedly approached Feng Feixue, took her arm and walked out, teasing her: "Fourth Miss, don't talk about slaves anymore. The weather outside is fine. Why don't you let slaves accompany you for a walk in the Prime Minister's Mansion? Fourth

The young lady has been stuck in the boudoir for more than a month, so it’s time to go out and relax.”

Feng Feixue saw that the air outside was very good, and the wound on her arm had been healed by applying the Jade Skin Ointment she had developed, and she did not have to worry about being exposed to the outside for infection. Then she put down the medical book and walked out of Ruoru together with Qiu Yan.

Xiangyuan, take a walk around the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When approaching the garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Feng Feixue was attracted by a man's figure not far away. She first stopped where she was, and carefully measured the figure from his back, then walked a few steps quickly and rushed over. Qiu Yan

She frowned, her young lady's series of strange actions made her feel baffled.

"Chen, is that you?"

Feng Feixue stood behind the man in white, and saw the man looking back and smiling at her. Feng Feixue's clenched heart relaxed at first, and then tightened again.

The man has a silver crown inlaid with sapphires on his head. His eyebrows are green as picturesque, his eyes are like autumn water, his nose is as high as a dragonfly, and his lips are as thin as peach petals. The slightly raised corners of his lips are as graceful as warm jade, and his manners are as elegant as an otherworldly fairy.

Extraordinary.

Exactly the same face; exactly the same smile and demeanor, with crystal tears shining in Feng Feixue's eyes. There was a time when she didn't know what year or month, or she would never be able to meet him in this life. She didn't expect that here, she would meet him again.

He reunited and renewed their relationship.

"Chen..." Feng Feixue called softly, stepping forward unsteadily.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab Feng Feixue, and respectfully brushed her body towards the man in white to say hello: "Qiu Yan has met His Highness Seventh Prince!"
Chapter completed!