Chapter 30: Croton Ginger Soup

Perilla walked out of the kitchen with a smile on his face with the soup, and imagined Ji Lingxue’s pain after drinking this bowl of soup, and the fire in his heart cleared a lot. The savior almost caught her from being caught in the water.
A stern voice came from behind, "Ziso, you are not serving your princess in the room, where are you going?"
Perilla shook his head abruptly, turned his head to face Feng's cold eyes, and immediately bowed his head to salute, "The servant maid has seen the lady, and the servant maid was ordered to send soup to Princess Chen."
Feng's gaze swept around in the soup bowl held by Perilla, and he let out a cold snort of disdain, "Qing'er is really kind, and that hurt her so badly, but she complained with virtue." Sweeping over the soup bowl, the white powder sparsely fell into the bowl and quickly merged with the soup.
Perilla naturally noticed Feng's small movements, and bowed his head as if he hadn't seen anything.
The corner of Feng's mouth evoked a cruel Xiao, and he waved to Zisu to signal that she could leave.
Perilla walked away quickly with her long eyelashes hanging down.
Just when Ji Lingxue took a shower and changed into clean clothes, Perilla knocked on the door in time, "Wang Hao, are you there?"
Not surprisingly, Ji Lingxue heard the sound of Perilla, turned her head to look at herself in the bronze mirror, and ran to the door with her hair messed up.
Ji Lingxue: "Perilla, are you looking for me?"
Perilla smiled and said, "Princess, my princess specially ordered the servants to bring soup to drive you away from the cold."
Ji Lingxue glanced at the steaming soup, nodded, and smiled silly: "Thank you sister for me, she is interested." She took the soup bowl and looked like she was ready to drink, and her eyes were full of perilla. Tension and anticipation.
Just when Perilla thought Ji Lingxue would be silly and drank the soup, Ji Lingxue's hand stopped in the air, and she was anxious about whether to drink or not.
Perilla said: "The princess hurry up and drink it. The soup has cooled down, but it has no effect."
Ji Lingxue frowned, touched her stomach and shook her head and said, "I'm not very thirsty now, I'll leave it to drink later."
Shiso’s expectant face disappeared in an instant, but disappointed for a moment, she put on an easy-going expression and smiled: "Okay, the princess must drink it. You have just fallen into the water. Drinking soup can drive away the cold. Drink it." After the instruction, he left unwillingly.
Ji Lingxue nodded pretendingly, "Okay, I see."
Suddenly a stone swept towards Ji Lingxue who was standing at the door, and there was a cold and contemptuous voice, "Fool!"
The stone rubbed Ji Lingxue's clothes and fell on the ground. Ji Lingxue followed the sound to see. On a tree not far away was a boy in Tsing Yi, who was twelve or thirteen years old, with a healthy wheat complexion, and his eyes were shining.
This person is the younger brother of Ji Lingxue. Ji Mingyang, the son of Ji Mansion, went to a school for thousands of miles to learn martial arts at the age of six. He only returned to the capital this year. Ji Mansion only has such a son. Ji Baichuan wanted to find a job for him in the court. Good career.
Ji Lingxue raised her head to look at Ji Mingyang, with sharp eyes hidden in her eyes. She stunned Ji Mingyang, who still wanted to curse, and said with contempt: "You are still so stupid if you haven't seen you in a few years."
Ji Mingyang’s gaze fell on the soup bowl in Ji Lingxue’s hand intentionally or unintentionally, and a smirk appeared at the corners of his mouth. Just as proud that he knew some great secret, Ji Lingxue raised his hand to send the soup bowl forward, and a few drops of soup splashed out. It happened to fall on the corners of Ji Mingyang's lips, who was sitting proudly on a short branch, so that his face turned pale in fright and he kept spitting.