Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

"Sir! What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Ling Feng's reaction, Xiaoying rushed over and patted his back anxiously.

Ling Feng had no time to answer. His stomach was churning and since he hadn't eaten anything in the morning, he could only dry heave.

"Hoo... Ugh..."

He covered his chest in pain, his face turning red from the exertion.

"water……"

After taking a few deep breaths and making sure he didn't feel like vomiting, Ling Feng pushed Xiaoying beside him.

"right away!"

Xiaoying strode to the table and poured a cup of tea.

"Son."

Ling Feng took it, rinsed his mouth, and straightened up, feeling a little weak all over.

"You can drink the fish soup! It smells disgusting to me."

He pushed the fish soup away and took the teapot to pour a cup of tea.

Xiaoying put the soup under her nose and took a deep sip.

"I don't smell anything fishy at all?"

Ling Feng pursed his lips and thought. "I'll go to the clinic in the afternoon to check it out. It should be successful."

His face relaxed a little, and he tapped his lower abdomen with his index finger.

Xiaoying was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"Then I'll have them serve the food right away. You should finish eating early and get some more sleep."

He walked out of the door in a few steps, and soon all the dishes were served.

Because there were only two of them, they didn't order many dishes, including both meat and vegetarian dishes. However, Ling Feng still couldn't eat it all. Finally, he had no choice but to ask the waiter to bring him a bowl of porridge, and the lunch was over.

During the nap, Xiaoying successfully asked for calming incense. The room was filled with a faint fragrance, and Lingfeng fell asleep in a short while.

……

At night, on the first night of her marriage, Su Qinghe stayed in Feihongxuan as expected.

Just as the two of them finished washing up and were about to get down to work, they suddenly heard the sound of fighting outside the yard.

"What a trouble!"

After being disturbed late at night several times in a row, Su Qinghe became a little irritable.

"It seems I need to take some time to visit the government office..."

Although he had made up his mind, Su Qinghe had no intention of leaving now.

With Nanfeng outside the yard, she has saved a lot of trouble these days.

"Wife, there is an assassin outside the door!"

Hearing the noise outside the door, Qin Ange jumped out of bed and pulled out a dagger from the side of the bed.

"Wife, shall we go out and take a look?"

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he took the coat and put it on.

Seeing his high spirits, Su Qinghe raised her eyebrows in surprise.

He brought weapons with him when he got married?

He is really jumpy.

"Let's go."

After putting on her clothes in a few seconds, Su Qinghe pulled the impatient Qin Ange out the door.

"Master, my dear."

The door behind him was opened, and Que'er, who was enjoying watching the fun, quickly leaned over to greet him.

"Wife, can Nan Feng handle it alone? I can help!"

Looking at the dozens of men in black in the yard, Qin Ange was visibly eager to try.

For more than a month, he was locked up in the mansion every day to learn the rules, and Qin Anmin would not let him go to the military camp. He was really feeling suffocated.

"Will you kill someone?" Su Qinghe turned and looked at him.

Qin Ange's body stiffened, and he suddenly came to his senses.

"I..." He clenched the dagger in his hand.

Seeing his look, Su Qinghe understood what was going on and pushed him forward.

"I didn't say I don't like it! If you can't beat me, remember to come back!"

Qin Angge was delighted. He turned around and grinned at Su Qinghe, then rushed into the crowd with his sword in hand.

"Hey... Langjun!"

Looking at Qin Ange who was completely letting himself go in the crowd, Que'er was dumbfounded.

"You don't have to keep him in check in the future. I like him for who he is."

Looking at Que'er who was frowning and glaring at the side, Su Qinghe kindly reminded her.

Don't let her lose her sunny boy! Where can she find another one?

"Yes."

Hearing Su Qinghe's instructions, Que'er blinked and nodded in response.

There were flashes of swords and sabers in the yard, and soon people were lying on the ground.

"Master, everyone has been cleared out."

After getting rid of the last person who wanted to escape, Nanfeng came to Su Qinghe to report.

"Hey, wife-master! I didn't let myself get hurt at all!"

After the battle, Qin Angge quickly threw away the bloody sword in his hand and ran back to Su Qinghe in a few steps.

As the sharp sword came at him, Nan Feng silently moved aside and glanced at the new man, the family head's adopted son, with a strange look in his eyes.

He just competed with her for the head.

"Okay, Ange is awesome!"

After giving a compliment and asking Nanfeng to clean up the mess, Su Qinghe embraced the man and went back into the house.

After a while, Que'er followed in with the cleaned dagger.

Qin Ange took it and put it back.

"I've used this sword for several years. I couldn't bear to leave it at home, so I brought it here with me."

Is it really a dowry?

Su Qinghe couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"You haven't practiced with the whip lately?"

After turning off the lights, Su Qinghe held the man in her arms and chatted with him. After being interrupted like this, she suddenly lost interest again.

Qin Angge put his arm around Su Qinghe's waist and smiled a little foolishly in the dark night.

"My sister has been very strict lately, so I don't have a chance. I'm also afraid that I might really hurt my face."

"I'm ugly to begin with, and if I have scars I'll be even uglier."

As he continued talking, his face quietly moved towards Su Qinghe's chest, wishing he could stick his entire body to her.

He could finally be close to Su Nujun openly, something he had never dared to imagine in his dreams!

"I don't think you're ugly."

Su Qinghe bent down and kissed him.

"Now that you are here, you don't have to be restrained. If you want to practice, you can ask someone to buy a whip tomorrow."

"As for the face... at worst I can wear a mask?"

Su Qinghe smiled and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on his face.

"it is good!"

On the second day, Su Qinghe really bought a whip for Qin Angge and tidied up the abandoned martial arts training ground in the mansion.

Cuihua Court.

Su Qinghe blew on the freshly drawn drawings, and after the ink dried, he integrated the dozens of drawings he had drawn in recent days together.

Looking around, there were a few strange-looking things drawn on each piece of paper, but they were all different.

After leaving the house with the drawings, Su Qinghe visited all the blacksmith shops in Tianhe County in the afternoon and gave three drawings to each shop.

I explained every detail in detail and agreed on a time to pick up the goods before heading home.

"We have to make something to save our lives..."

Su Qinghe thought all the way and locked herself in Cuihua Court again, but she stopped right after she entered the house.

With a light chuckle, she turned around and locked the door, then slowly walked to the desk and sat down.

"I'm back now, so stop hiding."

Ling Feng moved, walked out from behind the curtain, and stopped in front of the desk.

"you again."

After seeing the appearance of the person coming, Su Qinghe frowned impatiently.

"Sir, do you think of Su as a lover who understands your emptiness? You run away when you sleep with him, and come back when you miss him?"