bullyxtreme Chapter 139 - Palace Maid Feiyan
Chapter 139 - Palace Maid Feiyan
"My name is Feiyan, and the princess usually just calls me Yan'er." Feiyan frowned somewhat unhappily.
Qinglin glanced at Yingren and nodded slightly, then let the palace maid from Dongchu in.
Watching the palace maid running farther and farther away, Ying Ren had a premonition in his heart that Yilan Palace would no longer be peaceful, and the prince's play would become increasingly difficult to perform.
Early the next morning, Gu Qinghong opened his eyes dazedly while lying on the bed and called out softly, "Yan'er!"
"Master, I'm here!" Yan'er, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, pushed the door open, walked to Gu Qinghong's bedside in small steps, and looked at her with concern.
"What happened outside that makes so much noise?" Gu Qinghong asked with a frown.
"My lord, it is Miss Hanmei who is chasing the prince to feed him!" Yan'er wisely walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. She then tested the temperature by pressing the back of her hand against the wall of the cup. She found it was not hot and then passed it over.
Gu Qinghong took the teacup and drank it down in one gulp. He felt much more comfortable. He put the empty cup in Yan'er's hand and said, "There is nothing for you to do now. Go down."
"Master, don't you want me to help you change your clothes?" Lu'er asked in a low voice with her head down.
"No need, Your Highness...I'm hungry, please go to the imperial kitchen and get some cakes." Gu Qinghong shook her head gently, then lay back down tiredly.
"Yes, I'll go right away!" After she finished speaking, Yan'er walked forward and carefully helped Gu Qinghong tuck in the quilt, then she felt relieved and turned to leave.
Among the orchids, Han Mei was running laboriously after Feng Muyan, holding a small bowl of minced meat porridge. The fat on her body was trembling, and beads of sweat were oozing from her forehead. She looked very miserable.
Qingying, who was hiding in the tree, changed his sitting posture, but his eyes were always following Hanmei. He felt sorry for her, but when he thought of his master's words, he had to suppress the feeling deep in his heart. Hanmei was indeed too fat now, and it was not as comfortable to hold her at night as before.
"Master, please don't run anymore. Eat your meal first." Han Mei couldn't run anymore. She stopped at the steps panting. She held the bowl in one hand and pinched her waist with the other hand and shouted. Her whole face was red.
It happened that Yan'er was passing by the corridor with a plate of cakes, and Feng Muyan rushed towards her like an arrow, and then stretched out his hand to grab the cakes from her hand. However, Yan'er turned around and dodged, leaving Feng Muyan empty-handed.
"Amu, eat some cakes!" Feng Muyan said somewhat aggrievedly.
"Miss Yan'er, can you please give this plate of pastries to the master? It's rare that he asks for food on his own initiative." Hanmei walked up to Yan'er with a faint smile and asked politely.
Yan'er thought for a moment, then calmly refused, "Miss Hanmei, I'm sorry, this cake is for Her Royal Highness the Princess. If the prince wants to eat it, please go and ask Her Royal Highness the Princess for it."
Han Mei seemed to have not expected Yan'er to say this, and her anger gradually rose in her heart. However, seeing Feng Muyan's increasingly aggrieved expression, she still tried to persuade him kindly, "Miss Yan'er, please give this plate to the master first. I will go to the imperial kitchen and get another one for Princess Chao Ning."
Yan'er said nothing more and turned around to leave. Feng Muyan suddenly pounced on her back, determined to snatch the cake from her hand. However, Yan'er seemed to have eyes on her back and slightly turned to the left. Feng Muyan missed and fell to the ground, and his hands, which already had many scars, were scratched again.
Han Mei, who was eager to protect her master, no longer had her usual self-restraint. She helped Feng Muyan, who was crying non-stop, to her feet, and while comforting her, she turned around and shouted, "Miss Yan'er, please recognize the current situation. This is the Nanyue Palace, not your Dongchu. The prince is also your master. How can you be so arrogant?"
"I know I was wrong. The princess is still hungry, so I'll take my leave first." After saying this, Yan'er quickly left with the plate.
"Master, I will go to the imperial kitchen to get you some pastries." Han Mei comforted him softly. After Feng Muyan calmed down, Han Mei helped him lie down on the rattan chair among the orchid bushes, then turned and left.
When Hanmei's figure disappeared in the distance, Feng Muyan suddenly opened his eyes, with coldness in his eyes. It seemed that it was time to have lunch with the future Ninth Princess.
"Cough cough... cough cough..." Yan'er heard the coughing sound coming from the guest room from a distance. Her resentment towards Feng Muyan increased. How could he treat her like this?
"Yan'er, are you back?" a cold voice sounded.
"My Lord, I have brought back the cakes. Do you want to eat now?" Yan'er asked with concern, a thin layer of sweat on her palms. No more sounds came from the room, but after years of companionship, Yan'er already knew what Gu Qinghong meant, and slowly pushed the door open and walked in.
"Master..." Yan'er cried out softly, almost knocking over the cake in her hand, but she slammed the door shut in the blink of an eye and quickly ran to Gu Qinghong.
"How can you make such a noise like that? It's not like you haven't seen this kind of scene before!" Gu Qinghong said while gritting his teeth. Fine beads of sweat continued to seep out of his forehead, and his cheeks, which already had little blood color, became even paler.
Yan'er threw the cake in her hand aside, and tried to lift Gu Qinghong's quilt with bloodshot eyes, but unexpectedly, Gu Qinghong grabbed her arm.