novelraw Chapter 812: Warm tent painting
Chapter 812: Warm tent painting
Chapter 812: Painting with warm tents
Yan Fu nodded and said, "You all wash your face first."
As he said that, he ordered his servants to come over.
"Does the young lady think our faces are not clean enough?" Leng Ying raised her doubts.
Fu Ciyi, who had been handling official duties after the document case, spoke out: "Where did you come from nonsense?"
Cold Shadow shut up immediately.
Yan Funing smiled and explained: "Wash your face first. When it is processed later, I will also disinfect the scars, which is more conducive to the recovery of the facial skin."
"I understand."
Soon the servant came to fetch water and the two washed their faces.
Yan Funing cleaned her hands and disinfected her tools.
"It hurts to scrape the skin, and this anesthetic is half the time." She poured out a small pill from the small bottle.
Seeing this, Leng Feng and Leng Ying politely refused.
"If you ask you to eat, you will eat." Fu Ciyi spoke again.
Leng Feng explained: "Young Master, this pill is as big as mung beans, it is easy to divide it..."
After all, they are skilled in knife skills.
But such a little thing can stop the pain.
He didn't continue to say anything, and Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing both heard it.
Yan Funing was not bothered, after all, not many people have seen her anesthetic effects.
"The emperor was injured in his arm. I was stabbed twice before, both of which were taken such anesthetics. Your problem is small, half a pill is enough." Fu Ciyi said.
After his young master said this, Leng Ying pulled out the dagger and cut the small pills the size of mung beans into two and a half.
The two of them threw half into their mouths, and they didn't feel anything when they swallowed them. They thought it might be useful, but probably not very useful.
But in front of the young master, they dared not say anything anymore.
The conversation just now shows that the young master has already had a deep relationship with the young lady.
This is of course what they are happy to see.
Calculate the time, and when the anesthetic works, Yan Funing will first treat the cold air.
The scar was disinfected, and then the small blade was cut on the scar. The speed of the knife was comparable to that of the martial arts practitioners. Although the cold wind could not see it, the feeling of the cold blade slashing across the face was not fake. .
The cold shadows could not blink.
In just a moment, Yan Funing scraped the cold wind's scars. The scars that had been hideous and raised before were much smoother, and blood kept oozing out.
Leng Feng reached out to touch it, but was stopped by Yan Funing.
"Let the blood flow for a while first, and it won't flow after a while. Don't touch it with your hands."
After saying that, Yan Funing cleaned the scalpel, disinfected it, and then operated it again on the cold shadow surface.
He put the knife away in just a moment.
The two looked at each other and saw each other's **** cheeks. Suddenly, they realized that it was not painful.
If you knew before that it was the young lady who saved their son, you would believe in the young lady's medical skills.
At this moment, I became the object of the young lady's treatment. Using a knife on them, the feeling of personal feelings is more intuitive.
I couldn't help but admire the girl who was more than ten years younger than them in front of me.
Yan Funing cleaned her hands again, then applied ointment layer after layer onto their faces, and then wrapped gauze.
"The ointment is divided into three types. I have marked the order of applying it in the front, middle and back. You can apply it twice a day in the future. Remember that the wound should not touch water in the first ten days."
After saying that, she distributed several bottles of ointment to them.
"Thank you, Madam!" Leng Feng and Lengying sincerely thanked.
"Yeah." Yan Fu nodded and turned her eyes to Fu Ciyi, "Husband is still busy with official duties, so I won't disturb you, go back to your room first."
"Okay, I'll finish it soon." Fu Ciyi speeded up his writing speed.
The cold wind and cold shadow sent Yan Funing out of the study yard and returned to her own young master.
"Young Master, the young lady is really amazing. Let's take a look." Leng Ying said.
Leng Feng whispered: "Have you ever planned to tell the young lady about her identity?"
A sentence taught Fu Ciyi to make his face sank.
He snapped his pen and said, "What is my identity?"
"The Fu family of Ling County, Jinzhou." Leng Feng quickly lowered his head, "Young master, my subordinates know their mistake." Fu Ciyi picked up his pen again: "If possible, I plan not to say anything in this life."
His identity is the biggest stumbling block to his relationship with her, and he wouldn't say it anyway.
Leng Feng and Leng Ying nodded, looked at each other, and clasped her fists: "Young Master, then we're back to Nanshan."
"Yeah, let's go back."
Fu Ciyi wrote again.
The two of them retreated and left.
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Ciyi finally completed the official duties and hurried back to the room.
Seeing that he was returning to the room quite quickly, Yan Funing smiled and said, "Honey, my husband's official duties were done hastily?"
"Serious and rigorous." Fu Ciyi took off his cloak, "Did you remember the agreement?"
"What agreement?"
Yan Funing sat in front of the dressing mirror and pulled out her head one by one to shake her hairpin.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Draw."
The man's voice was cold.
Yan Funing choked: "It's even colder tonight, so you're just bullying me."
"It's okay to warm the tent." Fu Ciyi suddenly smiled, "I know my wife is willing to touch it."
"Then it's better to draw." Yan Funing glared at him.
The man was happy and went to her small study to get the pen and paint.
The couple both entered the warm tent.
Tonight is different from last night.
The painting is the front, and Yan Funing blushed throughout the whole process.
Layer layers of clothes were stacked on her slender waist, and the warm tent was quite warm, but it was far from warm to her, making her cheeks hot and her ears hot.
The man in front of him seemed like a banished immortal far away from the world. His face was very cold and he was even more focused on writing.
He looked full of concentration, as if he was taking an important exam.
Only Fu Ciyi knew that he was restrained, so he seemed to be possessed.
But he couldn't be anxious. He could only eliminate his little lady's fear of him step by step. Therefore, at this moment, the more stable the whole person can be.
Whenever he made a stroke, her heart trembled and her body trembled.
His eyes were darkened.
Yan Funeng bit her lips tightly, not wanting to teach herself to make a strange sound.
Unexpectedly, the man said, "It's okay to scold or scream."
What does it mean to call?
Yan Funing raised her hand and hit him.
Fu Ciyi didn't hide and said hoarsely, "If you don't draw well, you have to wipe off and repaint. Do you want to draw a few more times?"
Hearing this, she stopped and looked down at herself, her face turned red.
"Don't draw anymore, husband, you'd better kiss me directly."
The man raised her chin with the pen tip: "My wife wants to kiss her husband."
"Well, I asked for it." She couldn't stand it anymore.
It was very itchy and the whole person felt even more uncomfortable.
It was as if something was crawling on the body.
When Fu Ciyi put the pen and put the pen and paint in the small study next door, the corners of his lips finally stood up successfully...
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Early the next morning, a layer of snow was covered with snow on the ground.
The sky was still falling, and seeing that it was getting bigger and bigger, Long Chi had several portraits and went to the King of Jin's Mansion again.
As yesterday, he was still denied outside the yard.
"Please help me send these portraits in and let my uncle take a look." Long Chian was mentally prepared and handed the portrait to the guard at the door.
The guard took the portrait: "This is a small matter that can be done."
After saying that, he entered the yard.
In just a moment, the guard hurriedly ran out: "My prince wants to see Prince Chi!"