Chapter 812: Painting in the Warm Tent Yan Funing nodded: "Wash your faces first."Then he ordered his servants to fetch some water. "Young Madam, do you think our faces are not clean enough?" Leng Ying asked doubtfully. Fu Ciyi, who had been handling official business behind the desk, said, "Where is the nonsense coming from?" Leng Ying shut up immediately. Yan Funing smiled and explained: "Wash your face first. When I deal with it later, I will also disinfect the scars. This will be more conducive to the recovery of your skin." "My subordinate understands." Soon the servants brought water and the two washed their faces. Yan Funing washed her hands and disinfected the tools. "Shaving your face is quite painful. Take half of this anesthetic pill each." She poured out a small pill from the small bottle. Seeing this, Leng Feng and Leng Ying declined politely.
"Eat when I tell you to." Fu Ciyi spoke again. Leng Feng explained: "Sir, this pill is as big as a mung bean, so it's easy to divide it..." After all, they have excellent knife skills. But how much pain can such a tiny thing relieve? He didn't continue his words, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing both heard it. Yan Funing was not annoyed. After all, not many people had seen the effects of her anesthetic. "The emperor's arm is injured. I was stabbed twice before, and I took this kind of anesthetic. Your problem is small, half a pill is enough." Fu Ciyi said. After hearing what his young master said, Leng Ying pulled out a dagger and cut the bean-sized pill into two halves. They each put half into their mouths and felt nothing when they swallowed it. They thought that maybe it would be useful, but probably not of much use. But in front of the young master, they dared not say a word. From the conversation just now, it can be seen that the young master has deep feelings for the young lady. This is naturally what they are happy to see. After calculating the time and waiting for the anesthetic to take effect, Yan Funing treated Leng Feng first. After disinfecting the scar, the small blade cut the scar with a swish. The speed of the cut was comparable to that of martial artists. Although the cold wind could not be seen, the feeling of the cold blade cutting across the skin was unmistakable. Leng Ying watched without blinking. In just a few moments, Yan Funing had shaved Leng Feng's scar clean. The previously hideous and raised scar became much smoother, and blood continued to seep out. Leng Feng reached out to touch it, but was stopped by Yan Funing. "Let the blood flow for a while, and it will stop flowing after a while. Don't touch it with your hands." After saying that, Yan Funing cleaned the scalpel, disinfected it, and operated on Leng Ying's face again.
It only took a moment for him 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 they had known before that it was the Young Madam who saved their young master, they would have had some faith in her medical skills. And at this moment, he became the patient being treated by the young lady, operating on their faces. The feeling was more intuitive from his personal experience. They couldn't help but admire the girl in front of them who was nearly 20 years younger than them. Yan Funing washed her hands again, then applied layer of ointment on their faces and wrapped them with gauze. "There are three types of ointment. I have marked the order of application on the outside of the bottle: front, middle, and back. 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 that, she distributed several bottles of ointment to them. "Thank you, young madam!" Leng Feng Leng Ying thanked sincerely. "Yes." Yan Funing nodded, then turned to look at Fu Ciyi, "My husband is busy with official business, so I won't disturb you. I'll go back to my room first." "Okay, I'll finish it quickly." Fu Ciyi quickened his writing speed. Leng Feng and Leng Ying escorted Yan Funing out of the study courtyard and returned to their master's side. "Sir, the young lady is really amazing. We have learned a lot from her." Leng Ying said. Leng Feng lowered his voice and asked, "Sir, have you ever planned to tell the young lady about your identity?" This one sentence made Fu Ciyi's face darken. He put down his pen and asked: "What is my identity?" "I am a descendant of the Fu family in Ling County, Jinzhou." Leng Feng bowed his head quickly, "Sir, I know I was wrong." Fu Ciyi picked up the pen again, "If possible, I plan not to tell anyone in my lifetime." His identity was the biggest stumbling block in his relationship with her, and he would never tell her no matter what. Leng Feng and Leng Ying nodded, looked at each other, and clasped their fists: "Master, let's go back to Nanshan then." "Well, let's go back." Fu Ciyi started writing again. The two men backed away. A quarter of an hour later, Fu Ciyi finally finished the official business at hand and hurried back to his room. Seeing that he returned to his room quite quickly, Yan Funing smiled and asked, "Did your husband finish his official duties in a hurry?" "Serious and rigorous." Fu Ciyi took off his cloak, "Madam, do you remember the agreement?" "What agreement?" Yan Funing sat in front of the dressing mirror and took off the hairpins on her head one by one. “Painting.”
The man's voice was cold. Yan Funing choked up immediately: "It's snowing tonight, it's even colder, you are deliberately deceiving me." "It's fine in the warm tent." Fu Ciyi smiled suddenly, "I know my lady is willing to touch it." "Then just paint." Yan Funing glared at him. The man was happy and went to her study to get pens and paints. The couple both entered the warm tent. Tonight is different from last night. The painting was of the front, and Yan Funing's face was red the whole time. Layers of clothes were piled up around her slender waist. It was quite warm inside the tent, but not warm enough to make her feel hot. It was so hot that her cheeks and ears were burning. But the man in front of him seemed like a banished immortal far away from the worldly world. His face was very stern and he was very focused when he wrote. He looked so focused, as if he was taking an important exam. Only Fu Ciyi knew that he was restraining himself, to the point where he seemed possessed. But he couldn't be impatient, as he could only eliminate his young lady's fear of him step by step. So at this moment, he was as steady as he could be. But every time he wrote a stroke, her heart trembled and her body trembled as well. His eyes darkened. Yan Funing bit her lips tightly, not wanting to make any strange noises. Unexpectedly, the man said, "You can curse or yell if you want." What does it mean to want to scream? Yan Funing raised her hand to hit him. Fu Ciyi did not dodge and said in a hoarse voice: "If the painting is not good, you have to erase it and paint it again. Madam, do you want to paint it a few more times?" Hearing this, she withdrew her hand, looked down at herself, and her face flushed. "Don't draw it, husband, just kiss it directly." The man lifted her chin with the tip of his pen: "My wife, you must kiss her for your husband." "Yes, it was my request." She couldn't bear it any longer. It was very itchy and made me feel uncomfortable all over. It felt like something was crawling on my body. Fu Ciyi put down his brush and put the brush and paint in the small study next door. The corners of his lips finally raised in triumph... - The next morning, there was a layer of snow on the ground. Snow was still falling, and the snow was getting heavier. Long Chi'an rolled up several portraits and went to Prince Jin's Mansion again.
Just like yesterday, he was still refused entry to the hospital. "Please help me deliver these portraits inside so that my uncle can have 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, "It's something that a small person can do." After saying that, he entered the yard. After a moment, the guards rushed out: "My prince wants to see Prince Chi!"