The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Feng Muyan watched all her little movements without changing his expression, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he was sitting there with no intention of leaving, Song Yunli simply ignored him and continued to read the book.

Feng Muyan looked at Song Yunli vaguely. She was wearing a goose yellow brocade dress today, which made her skin look even whiter and cuter. Her soft black hair was combed into two buns like flower buds, and a fine pearl was hung on each bun. Under her slightly curved bangs, a pair of obsidian-like almond eyes sparkled. As she was absorbed in reading, her cute nose moved from time to time.

"Master, the pastries are ready." The little maid respectfully opened the food box and skillfully placed the eight plates of delicious pastries on the stone table. Then, at Feng Muyan's signal, she bowed and retreated.

Song Yunli had already smelled the fragrance of cakes, so she held the book in one hand and quietly reached for a plate with the other. "Pah!" With a sound, Feng Muyan's big hand hit the back of Song Yunli's hand.

"Brother Mu, Li'er wants to eat some pastries." Song Yunli blinked aggrievedly, pretending to be pitiful skillfully.

Feng Muyan smiled in his heart, he was indeed a real little fox. He gently picked up the piece of osmanthus cake closest to him and took a bite. The expected sweet smell filled his mouth. Feng Muyan couldn't help but frowned slightly, but in order to achieve the desired effect, he still endured and swallowed the cake.

"Gudong!" Song Yunli swallowed hard and looked at Feng Muyan with a dull look.

"Want to eat?" A faint voice sounded.

"I want to!" he asked even though he knew the answer.

"Then tell me what you like in this book. Maybe if I'm satisfied, I'll reward you with a piece." After saying that, he placed the pastry that he had only taken a bite of in front of Song Yunli.

You are so cruel! Do you think you are feeding the dog? Song Yunli complained silently in her heart.

"Li'er likes the battle of Yunshan. The commander skillfully used the advantages of the terrain. He first used a team of light cavalry to lure the main force of the enemy into a valley surrounded by mountains, and then cut off their food and grass supplies. He then attacked from a high ground. It was a wonderful battle in which the few defeated the many." Song Yunli summarized the various tactics used by the commander in the book with admiration in her eyes and missed the gleam that flashed in Feng Muyan's eyes.

"Eat, and remember to write down your thoughts and give them to me in the form of an article by tomorrow at the latest. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk." After saying that, he turned around and left quickly.

Song Yunli murmured in confusion: "Why does he look like he's running away?"

Back in the study, Feng Muyan shouted, "Hanmei, go prepare the wine." This damn sweet smell was almost torturing him to death. What was wrong with him today that he used his weakness to test that girl? It made him so damn uncomfortable.

"Master, the wine is here." Han Mei anxiously put the wine in Feng Muyan's hands.

After two glasses of wine, Feng Muyan's complexion had improved a lot. He closed his eyes and took a long breath, saying, "Go and send the books written by me to the East Courtyard. Order her to finish reading them within five days, and then write an article for each book."

"Yes, master, I'll go right away." Hanmei responded.

Five days later, Song Yunli returned to the general's mansion. However, the two carriages full of things behind her frightened the general and his wife so much that they couldn't shut up. Song Lin hurriedly stepped forward and pointed at the carriages and asked, "Master Qingying, what does this mean?"