Chapter 812 Painting in the Warm Tent
Yan Funing nodded: "You all wash your faces first."
As he said this, he ordered his servants to fetch water.
“Young Madam, do you think our faces are not clean enough?” Leng Ying asked doubtfully.
Fu Ciyi, who had been handling official duties behind the paperwork, said, "Where does this nonsense come from?"
Leng Ying immediately shut up.
Yan Funing explained with a smile: "Wash your face first. When I deal with it later, I will also disinfect the scars, which will be more conducive to the recovery of the skin."
"I understand. ”
Soon the servants came to fetch water and the two of them washed their faces.
Yan Funing cleaned her hands and disinfected the tools.
"Shaving skin still hurts. This anesthetic is half for each person." She poured out a small pill from a small bottle.
Lengfeng Lengying saw this and declined one after another.
"Eat as I tell you." Fu Ciyi said again.
Lengfeng explained: "Sir, this pill is as big as a mung bean, so it's easy to divide it..."
After all, they have superb knife skills.
But such a small thing can relieve a lot of pain.
Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing both heard what he said before he continued.
Yan Funing is not upset, after all, not many people have seen the effects of her anesthetic.
"The emperor's arm was injured. I was stabbed twice before and took anesthetics like this. You have a small problem, half a pill is enough." Fu Ciyi said.
When his young master said this, Leng Ying pulled out his dagger and split the mung bean-sized pill into two halves.
The two of them each threw half of it into their mouths, and felt nothing when they swallowed it. They thought it might be useful, but it probably wasn't of much use.
But in front of the young master, they did not dare to say anything anymore.
The conversation just now showed that the young master already has deep feelings for the young lady.
Of course this is what they like to see.
Calculating the time, when the anesthetic has taken effect, Yan Funing will be treated with cold air first.
The scar was disinfected, and then the small blade was slashed on the scar. The speed of the knife was comparable to that of their martial arts practitioners. Although the cold wind could not be seen, the feeling of the cold blade cutting across the face could not be faked. .
Leng Ying watched without blinking.
In just a moment, Yan Funing scraped off the cold wind scar. The previously ferocious and protruding scar became much smoother, with blood constantly oozing out.
Leng Feng reached out to touch her, but was stopped by Yan Funing.
"Let the blood flow for a while, then it will stop flowing. Don't touch it with your hands."
After that, Yan Funing cleaned the scalpel, disinfected it, and then operated it on the cold surface again.
It only took a moment to put away the knife.
The two looked at each other and saw each other's bleeding cheeks. Suddenly, they realized that it didn't hurt.
If I knew it was the young madam who saved their son, I would have some faith in the young madam’s medical skills.
At this moment, I have become the target of the young lady’s treatment, and operating a knife on their face is more intuitive to experience personally.
He couldn't help but admire the girl in front of him who was nearly twenty years younger than them.
Yan Funing cleaned her hands again, then applied ointment on their faces layer by layer, and then wrapped them in gauze.
"There are three types of ointment. I have marked the order of application on the outside of the bottle. From now on, you should apply it twice a day. Remember, the wound should not be exposed to water for the first ten days."
After saying that, she distributed several bottles of ointment to them.
“Thank you so much, madam!” Leng Feng Leng Ying said sincerely.
"Yes." Yan Funing nodded and turned to look at Fu Ciyi, "My husband is still busy with official duties, so I won't disturb you and go back to the room first."
"Okay, I'll finish my work soon. ." Fu Ciyi accelerated his writing speed.
Lengfeng Lengying sent Yan Funing out of the study yard and returned to her son.
"Sir, the young lady is really powerful, we have learned from you." Leng Ying said.
The cold wind whispered: "Have you ever planned to tell the young lady your identity?"
One sentence made Fu Ciyi's face darken.
He put down the pen and said: "What is my identity?"
"A descendant of the Fu family in Ling County, Jinzhou." Lengfeng quickly lowered his head, "Sir, I know my mistake." Fu Ci Yi wrote again: "If possible, I plan not to say anything in my life."
His identity is the biggest stumbling block in his relationship with her, and he will not tell it no matter what.
Lengfeng Lengying nodded, looked at each other, and clasped his fists: "Master, let's go back to Nanshan."
"Well, let's go back."
Fu Ciyi wrote again.
The two of them stepped back and left.
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Ciyi finally finished his official duties and hurried back to his room.
Seeing that he returned to the room very quickly, Yan Funing smiled and said, "Is your husband's official business done hastily?"
"Serious and rigorous." Fu Ciyi took off her cloak, "Have you ever remembered the agreement?"
“What agreement?”
Yan Funing sat in front of the dressing mirror, pulled out the hairpins on her head one by one and shook her hair.
“Painting.”
The man's voice was cold.
Yan Funing suddenly choked: "It's snowing tonight and it's even colder, so you're deliberately bullying me."
"It's okay in the warm tent." Fu Ciyi suddenly smiled, "I I know the lady is willing to touch her.”
“It’s better to just paint.” Yan Funing glared at him.
The man was happy and went to her small study to get pens and paints.
The couple both entered the warm tent.
Tonight is different from last night.
The painting is from the front, with Yan Funing blushing the whole time.
Layers of clothes were piled on her slender waist. The tent was quite warm, but it was far from warm. It made her cheeks and ears feel hot.
The man in front of Qian Sheng looked like a banished immortal far away from the world of mortals. His face was very cold, and he was even more focused when writing.
He looked fully focused, as if he was taking an important exam.
Only Fu Ciyi knew that he was restrained, so restrained that he seemed to be possessed.
But he can't be anxious. He can only eliminate his little wife's fear of him step by step. Therefore, at this moment, the whole person is as stable as he can be.
Unexpectedly, every time he wrote a stroke, her heart trembled, and her body also trembled.
His eyes darkened.
Yan Funing bit her lips, not wanting to make any strange noises.
Unexpectedly, the man said: "You can curse or scream if you want."
What does "want to scream" mean?
Yan Funing raised her hand to hit him.
Fu Ciyi did not hide, and said hoarsely: "If the painting is not good, you have to erase it and repaint it. How many times do you want to paint it again?"
Hearing this, she retracted her hand, looked down at herself, her face turned red.
"Stop drawing, husband, you'd better just kiss her directly."
The man raised her chin with the tip of his pen: "The lady wants to kiss her husband."
"Well, I asked for it." She really couldn't stand it anymore.
It was very itchy, and my whole body felt even more uncomfortable.
It was as if something was crawling on him.
When Fu Ciyi put down the pen and put the pen and paint in the small study next door, the corners of his lips finally raised in success...
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Early the next morning, There was a layer of snow on the ground.
The snow was still falling in the sky, and seeing that it was getting bigger and bigger, Long Chian rolled several portraits and went to the Jin Palace again.
Just like yesterday, he was still turned away from the hospital.
"Please help me send these portraits in so that my uncle can take a look." Long Chi'an was mentally prepared and ordered Ying Wu to hand the portraits to the guard at the door.
The guard took the portrait and said, "This can be a small matter."
After that, he entered the courtyard.
In just a moment, the guard hurried out: "My prince wants to see Prince Chi!"