Lu Qing doesn't know yet, but she is Yan Fuguang's first woman.
All she knew was that it was not easy to be a maid.
As soon as the news about Cheng Chong spread, he not only had to endure the cold looks from Jing Feng and others, but also had to be resented by Yan Fuguang's other women.
She didn't even dare to go out through the gate of Hemingyuan, for fear of offending any master.
Luqing knew that her status was low, and Yan Fuguang's favor would not make her feel complacent, but would only make her act more cautiously.
Yan Fuguang seemed to have forgotten what happened before. In the next few days, Lu Qing's life did not change much.
She is still a maid, not even a concubine.
Jing Feng's happiness was beyond words: "So what if you accept your favor, the prince will still not remember you! Lowly maid, don't even think about flying up a branch and becoming a phoenix!"
Lu Qing worked silently and didn't answer.
Jingfeng refused and said, "You are born with a bad destiny! If it weren't for Aunt Zhong, you would have been working so hard in the embroidery room that you would end up blind!"
To a certain extent, what Jing Feng said is not an exaggeration.
Lu Qing never minded hearing these unpleasant words. She had heard them many times, and no matter how unpleasant they were, they would never really stick to her mind.
At Youshi, Yan helped Guang return home.
After having dinner quietly, Grandma Zhong left Lu Qing in the study to serve her while the others were taken out.
Yan Fuguang changed out of his heavy court clothes and wore a moon-white robe. The way he sat upright behind the desk was contrary to the rumors that he had a lonely and lonely character.
Lu Qing lowered his presence and stood in the corner, keeping his attention on him.
After half a month of observation, she had a good understanding of Yan Fuguang's behavior and habits.
Such as now.
Yan Fuguang didn't squint his eyes, and the purple brush in his hand paused for a moment, and Lu Qing went up to study the ink consciously.
When it was her turn to serve, there was almost no sound in the study.
With just one movement from Yan Fuguang, Lu Qing knew what he needed to do.
As Hai hour approaches, the pace of writing slows down.
Generally speaking, maids are not qualified to sort things on the desk, so Lu Qing consciously stayed away.
Fang Jinbao came in with a smile and quickly sorted out letters and official documents. He glanced at Lu Qing mischievously and said, "Lu Qing goes to wait for His Highness to take a bath."
Yan Fuguang strode forward, and soon the tall figure was far away.
Fang Jinbao scolded softly: "Hurry up and go!"
Lu Qing lowered his head and followed.
Hemingyuan specially set aside a hot spring for Yan Fuguang to take a bath.
The hot spring is open-air, surrounded by flowers and plants, and screens placed around it, just like an exquisite small courtyard.
The night was very cold, and the heat was rising. Lu Qing knelt by the pool, her face flushed.
The man took off his clothes, the hot spring water reached up to his chest, and his broad but scarred back was exposed in front of Lu Qing's eyes.
She recalled inappropriately what people had said about the emperor's third son.
His mother and concubine died at the age of eleven, and he went to the border fortress to guard the border at the age of fourteen. At the age of sixteen, he killed 120,000 enemy troops in the battle of Baihe City, and became famous in the first battle.
Countless military exploits and hot splashes of blood made him the God of War of Dayan, supporting this declining country.
During the four years of guarding the border, Yan Fuguang never returned to Beijing once.
At the same time, the rumor that His Royal Highness the King of Jin had killed his mother, Concubine Zhao, was resurfaced and chewed on.
In addition, he had been back in Beijing for a whole year, and no woman in the backyard had ever been pregnant. Everyone was even more convinced that he was destined to be evil, so they resisted the enemy's invasion.
The rumors became more and more outrageous. Before meeting him, Lu Qing had also speculated about how His Highness Prince Jin looked like a ferocious cannibal.
But in fact, Yan Fuguang was tall and straight, with an unparalleled handsome face. Except for the chilling and gloomy look he occasionally revealed, he could afford the status of the favored man of heaven.
Lu Qing's expression was complicated.
She couldn't afford to mess with such a person, but it was fate.
In her wild thoughts, she was unexpectedly dragged into the water.
The hot spring water filled her mouth and nose, making her feel uncomfortable and wanted to struggle, but her subconscious still followed the man's movements and wrapped her slender arms around his tight ones.
From beginning to end, Yan Fuguang never said a word.
Lu Qing knew what was going on, bit her lips tightly, and swallowed all the embarrassing sounds.
Hot and cold alternated constantly, the wind rustled, and the shadows of the trees swayed.
In the end, she was put on the shore soaked all over. She shivered with cold when the wind blew over. The soaked clothes wrapped around her body were very uncomfortable, but she no longer had the energy to tidy up.
Suddenly, a thick cloak covered her head, and Lu Qing wrapped it tightly to keep warm. When she looked up again, she was alone.
**
Yan Fuguang returned to the bedroom, her long hair filled with moisture.
Fang Jinbao immediately ouched a few times and quickly got a clean handkerchief to twist Yan Fuguang's hair: "Your Highness, you will catch a cold like this!"
Yan Fuguang picked up a military book and leaned on the couch, letting Fang Jinbao play with it.
After a while, Fang Jinbao quietly observed Yan Fuguang and found that he didn't seem unhappy, so he boldly asked: "Your Highness... do you want to give him some soup?"
Yan Fuguang changed his posture, closed the book of war, and his dark eyes fell on Fang Jinbao's round face with a flattering smile.
"What do you think?"
Fang Jinbao is the old man left behind by Imperial Concubine Zhao. He has almost grown up watching Yan Fuguang, and sometimes he doesn't have to worry so much about what he says.
"I think it's rare to find someone you like, so why not just... forget it?"
Although the princess has not yet entered the house, Fang Jinbao thought clearly - nothing is as important as the little master.
There are so many beautiful women in the palace, but His Highness has only favored one person, Lu Qing. Who can guarantee that the prince will be happy with her when the concubine enters the house.
Not to mention that the concubine is inextricably linked to the queen, not to mention that His Highness will not like it when the time comes, and even Fang Jinbao is still a little embarrassed at this moment!
Yan Fuguang opened the military book again, his posture was lazy, but he never expressed his stance.
Fang Jinbao understood what he meant.
After twisting his hair, he went out and asked someone to pour the prepared soup.
Lu Qing resisted the cold looks from Jing Feng and others, wrapped herself up tightly in quilt and fell asleep without having time to think too much.
Her earlobe was bitten and swollen, so she could only sleep on her right side, her body curled up into a small ball with no sense of existence.
As she fell asleep, she felt that her head was getting heavier and heavier, and her throat was so dry that it was about to smoke.
In a daze, I heard the sounds of several people arguing.
"Ji Qin, you don't care what she does, just die!"
"Sister Ji Qin, we are all slaves, born to be slaves. As long as we can survive it, it's God's will if we can't survive it. You'd better not get involved. Maybe people won't remember your kindness at all."
After making a fuss, Lu Qing fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was Ji Qin standing by her side.
Seeing Lu Qing open her eyes, Ji Qin smiled and breathed a sigh of relief: "You have a fever and have slept for almost the whole day."
"Thank you..." As soon as he started speaking, he realized how hoarse his voice was.
Lu Qing couldn't help coughing twice, and Ji Qin handed him a glass of warm water.
"Drink some water first, and then drink the medicine."
Lu Qing drank up a large bowl of dark concoction without blinking an eye.
She knew why she had the fever.
She could completely ignore the provocations from Jing Feng and others, but in the face of Ji Qin's kindness, Lu Qing felt a sense of embarrassment in her heart that she hadn't seen for a long time.
Her human self-respect often shows up when it doesn't need to.
Ji Qin may have noticed her discomfort, so he put the porridge down for her and left.
Lu Qing sighed a few times, closed her eyes and buried herself in the quilt again.
Now that we have reached this point, there is no chance of regret.
Dignity is not something she should have.
