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Mu Family may be small in number, but due to the large size of the household, everyone usually eats separately. They only gather together when distinguished guests arrive or during festivals. If any master is at another household, they will have a maid inform the kitchen in advance.
Qiao'er bent down and acknowledged with a yes before getting up and leaving.
Of course, each master’s household has its own small kitchen, but since Fengyin is a guest, it is still necessary to inform the kitchen to prepare meals.
The members of Mu Family did not find anything inappropriate about Hibiscus being at Windward Pavilion, after all, Fengyin was brought back by him, so it was only right to host.
"What’s wrong?" Hibiscus asked Fengyin, whose gaze seemed to drift elsewhere.
Although Fengyin had not yet regained focus, he instinctively nodded.
"So you feel bored too," Hibiscus chuckled lightly.
Fengyin rested his chin on his hand, watching the birds flying outside the window.
"How about I take you horseback riding after dinner?"
Fengyin nodded, typically eager to please.
"Did you bring back the medicine? I want to see it."
"Yes, I'll take you to Listening Rain Pavilion after I eat."
"Aren't you going to accompany your mother for dinner?"
Hibiscus was taken aback by this; he had indeed never done so before.
"Then let's go now." Fengyin stood up, her feet slightly numb. After moving around for a moment, she went to find a veil to wear.
"You go to the kitchen and inform Qiao'er to serve the meal at Listening Rain Pavilion. Also, add some Osmanthus Cake." He remembered that it was his mother's favorite pastry. He wasn't sure what the little girl had been instructed recently.
The little girl agreed and, after bowing on the ground, went out from the side.
"Is Osmanthus Cake delicious?" Fengyin asked quietly.
"You'll know once you try it. Come with me. The sun is blazing outside; you should take a sedan chair," Hibiscus said, glancing at the scorching sun outside the window.
Fengyin shook her head and murmured, "My feet are all numb from sitting."
Her delicate and innocent posture made the maids in the room unable to suppress their laughter. Hibiscus cast a faint glance, causing the maids to panic and kneel down.
"Let's go," Fengyin urged. Seeing the fear on their faces, she knew that kneeling was uncomfortable, especially for long periods. Back then, she also spent all day kneeling on the ground, lowering her head and not daring to look at the passing crowd, watching different styles of shoes walk by—some leisurely, some hurriedly—this was the only scenery in her memory.
Hibiscus also stood up and walked towards the door, but unexpectedly her sleeve was gently tugged. She turned back to meet Fengyin's gentle gaze, "You haven't told them to get up." It sounded like a reminder that he had forgotten something important.
"Get up," Hibiscus said loudly.
Fengyin released her sleeve and nodded as she followed her out.
Like a bird bound, she could not be restrained in her youth.
Like blooming flowers, her brilliance could not be hidden.
The young man was full of vigor; no matter how one thought about it, it was all about her.
In the bustling world, who would ask about the beauty's solitude?
"Young Master, this is the medicine prepared according to the prescription." Lin Ke placed the herbs on the table.
Hibiscus nodded, signaling Lin Ke to leave.
Fengyin carefully examined each herb, tasting them personally.
Seeing her nod, Hibiscus said, "Then have the servants prepare the medicine now; Mother is still waiting for us to have our meal."
Fengyin shook her head. "Let's leave it for now; I'll go after we eat."
Had she forgotten? He had invited her to ride horses.
Sure enough, after finishing their meal, Fengyin went to the small kitchen of Listening Rain Pavilion to brew the medicine. This wait lasted an entire afternoon, and by dusk, riding had become a distant dream.
Ji Yuyan was in a good mood today; her illness had eased slightly, allowing her to walk around. The mother and son were enjoying the flowers in the garden under the warm sunlight. With her son by her side, she smiled brightly, not even noticing when Master Mu stood behind her.
Master Mu quietly watched the mother and son under the flowers, appreciating the scene as if it were the most beautiful landscape. It turned out that the heart that Haitang could not touch was right here.
Just then, Fengyin came in carrying a bowl of medicine.
"Master Mu, why don't you go and look at the flowers?"
Looking at Fengyin holding the bowl of medicine, Master Mu turned back and smiled. "Why are you carrying it yourself?"
Fengyin smiled back. "Master Mu should ask Madam to come and take her medicine. Fengyin's medicine isn't bitter."
With just this heartfelt gesture of delivering the medicine herself, she no longer felt its bitterness.
"Come with me."
Master Mu walked into the garden with Fengyin.
"Madam, it's time to take your medicine."
Ji Yuyan turned back and smiled, pouting slightly, "You know I dislike bitter things."
"Madam's health has improved, and now you have the energy to be temperamental. How could I not understand you? But this medicine was personally delivered by Doctor Feng. Will you not drink it?" Master Mu held Ji Yuyan close to him, unbothered by any impropriety in front of their son. Hibiscus also looked on without any surprise.
"Mother, this was brewed by Fengyin herself. Besides, how can you get better if you don't take your medicine?"
Looking happily at her husband and son, she teased them, "As if I would refuse the medicine that Yin'er personally brought me!" She almost slipped and called her daughter-in-law instead, laughing as she picked up the bowl of medicine from the tray. Frowning slightly, she took a sip, then relaxed her brow as she looked into Fengyin's bright eyes. "Not bitter?"
Fengyin nodded.
"Madam, now that your health has improved, I feel relieved. After resting for a few days, I will take you to see the Lantern Festival. We can enjoy the riddles you love the most."
After Ji Yuyan finished her medicine, Fengyin took the empty bowl and bowed before leaving. She noticed Hibiscus, who seemed lost in thought nearby, unsure whether he was admiring the flowers or the people. Fengyin held the small tray with one hand and tugged at his sleeve to pull him away.
Hibiscus came back to his senses and couldn't help but chuckle.
Watching Fengyin, who was busy stoking the fire and adding firewood in the kitchen after working hard for half a day, she realized it was getting dark. The plan to ride horses had completely fallen through.
"Do you still remember that you promised me you'd go riding?" As Fengyin calculated the amount of herbs, she lifted her little head from the pile of materials, as if recalling something.
Seeing her thoughtful expression made it clear she had indeed forgotten.
"Never mind, another day will do."
Fengyin nodded and lowered her head again to sort through the herbs.
When she raised her head again, the figure of Hibiscus was no longer at the door, leaving her a bit puzzled. She could only stare blankly at the fire, when suddenly the ethereal sound of Xiao came through, filled with longing and affection, lamenting her lack of understanding while also expressing deep admiration.
The song came to an end.
"How was what I told you?" Hibiscus asked elegantly, standing with her flute in hand, writing poetry in the wind, her profound gaze like a tranquil spring.
Fengyin instinctively nodded.
She was outside the window, and Hibiscus was inside. As one played and the other listened, Fengyin shaped her beautiful eyes into crescent moons, feeling quite refreshed. Who else on Misty Mountain would play music? Only Old Zhang would hum to her when he had nothing else to do.
Fengyin poured the medicine into a bowl and placed it on a small tray.
Looking out at Hibiscus, she said, "I’m going to deliver the medicine now."
Hibiscus gazed deeply at her and asked, "Are you still afraid of me?"
Fengyin shook her head.
By the time the medicine was ready, both were still immersed in their feelings—one lost in playing, the other slightly tipsy from listening.
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