The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 388 Mother, don't worry, Ah Li will obediently wait for you to come back!

Feng Qingyin glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and then asked aloud, "Why don't you write a note and I'll send it to your father?"

Cang Li stretched out his hand to scratch the little bald head, puffed his little cheeks and thought for a while, then replied, "Mother, Ah Li draw a picture for my father, he will understand when he sees it."

Feng Qingyin didn't bother to care whether he was drawing or writing, but considering how young he was, he probably couldn't read all the words.

She didn't object, she nodded and said, "Okay, then think about what to draw, I'll get the paper and pen."

Feng Qingyin walked out of the room, and asked Xiao Er for rice paper and brushes, and spread them on the table.

Seeing Cangli eating candied haws by the window, she reached out and knocked on the table, "Come and draw."

"Okay!" Cang Li obediently jumped down from the window and walked to the table. He reached out to pick up the brush and thought about it seriously, and said to her, "Mother, I will draw the hippopotamus you taught me before." Bar."

When Feng Qingyin heard the words, her heart moved slightly, "Okay, let's draw a hippopotamus."

If the secret sign he drew was taught by Feng Qingcheng, then it will be more credible by then.

Seeing him lying on the table and starting to compose the picture, Feng Qingyin said again, "I'm going out for a while, I'll be back soon, don't run around, you understand?"

The little guy concentrated on painting without even raising his head, "Yes! Don't worry, mother, Ah Li will obediently wait for you to come back!"

"In case someone knocks on the door, no one can open the door except me, you know?"

"Know it!"

Feng Qingyin stared at him deeply again, then turned and left.

After Feng's death, she searched a lot of good things from the other garden of Feng's house, the most important of which was the incense of requiem.

Using Cangli as a bait to lure Feng Qingcheng out is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She must prepare all the necessary conditions for soul exchange, and success or failure depends on it.

When Feng Qingyin returned to the inn with the requiem incense and the tripod tripod, she found that Cang Li had fallen asleep lying on the table.

Under his small arm, there is a painting that has just been drawn.

There were two four-legged animals crookedly drawn on the rice paper. She had been identifying them for a long time, but she couldn't tell whether he was drawing a horse or a hippopotamus.

But it doesn't matter whether she recognizes her or not, as long as Feng Qingcheng knows her, that's enough.

Feng Qingyin folded the rice paper that Cangli had painted and put it in her arms, lit the incense in the room that would make people sleep longer, then turned and strode away.

In the deep alley, Liu Siyuan looked at the gray-robed woman who was slowly approaching him, and asked, "Why did you come to me?"

Feng Qingyin took out an envelope from her arms and handed it to him, "You send this to the palace."

Liu Siyuan took the envelope and raised his eyebrows, "Now?"

"Yes, immediately! Immediately!"

"Okay, I got it." Liu Siyuan put the envelope in his arms, and was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly thought of something, he paused, "Who are you giving it to?"

Feng Qingyin raised her eyebrows, concealed the expression in her eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, she uttered three words without emotion, "Cang Yanlu."

"That child..." Liu Siyuan was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't ask anything, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Feng Qingyin glanced at his bandaged arm, thought for a while, and said again, "Stop."

Liu Siyuan paused slightly, "What else can I order?"

Feng Qingyin didn't speak, but just raised her hand to cover his wound, Liu Siyuan was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to move her arm away, but she heard her scolding, "Don't move around."

So, he didn't dare to move anymore, and after a while, he only felt the wound on his arm become hot, and with a flash of white light, the pain in the wound seemed to disappear.

　Ask for a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)