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

Su Qinghe quickly refused.

"Behind you is the entire Qisha Pavilion. If I leave, you will be the only one who can take care of the family if something happens, so you must stay at home."

"As for sending someone to follow..." Su Qinghe thought for a long time and nodded.

"That's fine. Tell me the contact information of the Seven Killing Pavilion. If something happens, I can arrange for you in time."

"Okay." Ling Feng responded, picked up the pen and wrote another letter for Xiaoying to pass on.

"Take this with you."

He took out a dark red porcelain bottle from the secret compartment.

Su Qinghe took it, opened it and looked, only to see two red pills inside.

She leaned in and smelled it, and there was a very faint, strange smell.

Su Qinghe tried to figure it out for a while but couldn't figure it out. "What is this?"

"Something to communicate with the spies."

Ling Feng took the stopper from Su Qinghe's hand and sealed the bottle. "The smell of this thing will easily spread, so it's best not to open it when not in use."

Su Qinghe understood. "Then how do you use it? Crush it?"

Ling Feng shook his head quickly. "No, if you crush it, the smell will dissipate faster."

"This thing is made from the grinding of red jellyfish. This kind of jellyfish can only be found in southern Xinjiang. The smell of their corpses can attract the same kind within a radius of ten miles. People can't smell it unless they get close to it."

"If you want to use it, just take it out and throw it away. The spy will carry the red jellyfish on his body. Once he smells the smell, he will become restless. This is the signal."

Su Qinghe raised her eyebrows. "You have a lot of good stuff in the Qisha Pavilion!"

This is much more useful than any flare. It reminds our own people without alerting the enemy.

Hearing her praise, Ling Feng raised a little arc at the corner of his mouth. Although she was not praising him, praising Qisha Pavilion also made him proud.

"The power of the Seven Killing Pavilion is greater than you think. These things are extremely rare. It is not easy to have the current status."

There was obvious pride on the man's face. Su Qinghe stared at him for a while and thought that Ling Feng was actually quite cute at this moment.

She couldn't help but raise her evil hand, her tone teasing.

"Then I am really lucky to have married the young master of the Seven Killings Pavilion. I must have done countless good deeds in my previous life, otherwise how could I have gotten such a big bargain!"

"Don't you think so? Afeng?"

Su Qinghe pulled her hands to the sides, forcing the man's lips to bend into a large arc.

Su Qinghe pinched his cheeks, Ling Feng's Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously, his hands clenched involuntarily, and he looked at her straight in the eyes.

No one has ever pinched his face since he was old enough to understand.

"Wife, wife master..."

He cried out, and the flesh on his face was pulled, and the feeling of speaking was very strange, as if the mouth he just moved was not his own.

Ling Feng's eyes were full of helplessness. Su Qinghe saw it clearly. She rubbed her hands left and right with some force as if to vent her anger. She watched Ling Feng's face make different expressions on her hands before she reluctantly let go.

"Don't keep a straight face all day. Don't you feel stiff? Smile more in the future. You look better when you smile, and I like you more."

Su Qinghe shook his hand with reminiscence. The touch of the skin just now was much smoother than she had imagined. In addition, Ling Feng had taken a lot of nourishment one month after giving birth, so the flesh on her face felt very comfortable to pinch, and it was not as dry as she had imagined.

In short, it's very comfortable.

Su Qinghe had already taken her hands away from her face, but Ling Feng was still stiff.

"I……"

He was just about to say that he would try his best in the future when he heard Su Qinghe speak again.

"What do you usually use to wipe your face? Why is your skin so smooth?"

Su Qinghe was genuinely curious. In her eyes, Ling Feng didn't seem like the kind of person who would pay attention to these things. Moreover, she had been with him for almost half a month after he gave birth, and she had never seen him put anything on his face.

When Ling Feng heard Su Qinghe ask this, he looked away with a rare sense of guilt.

"I never use those things. There are a lot of official business delivered to the cabinet every day, and I don't have time to use them."

"……intrinsic."

After saying this, Ling Feng felt his heartbeat quicken a lot. He quickly turned around to cover up and sat back in his chair, pretending to be busy with official business.

Little did he know that because he turned around, the back of his neck, which best reflected his mood, was exposed to Su Qinghe.

And he himself didn't know from beginning to end that he had this strange thing.

Looking at the sudden red spot on the man's white neck, Su Qinghe instantly understood.

Looking at the awkward Ling Feng, Su Qinghe couldn't help but feel a little funny. She deliberately cleared her throat to attract Ling Feng's attention.

"I see. But you said you practice martial arts all year round and you always go out on missions. Your skin is exposed to the wind and sun, so it must be too white. I'm afraid it will make all men in the world envious."

Su Qinghe said as she slowly walked behind Ling Feng and unexpectedly reached out and gently touched the back of his neck.

Ling Feng trembled all over and the pen in his hand almost fell on the table.

"You..." He turned his head, his ears were a faint pink, but he was not as angry as before.

Su Qinghe looked at him with a smile on her face. "I'm fine. Why are you so nervous?"

Ling Feng opened his mouth but said nothing. He couldn't say that he was shy, right?

Seeing this, Su Qinghe stopped teasing him.

"Okay, I've remembered what you said. It's getting late, you should go to bed early. I'm leaving now."

Today is not the day to be with him.

Hearing that Su Qinghe was leaving so soon, Ling Feng felt a little disappointed, but he still nodded without hesitation. "Okay."

After Su Qinghe left, Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, which seemed to be hotter than other places.

What happened to me...

After thinking for a long time without any result, Ling Feng felt a little depressed and attributed the abnormality of his body to the stress response caused by years of over-vigilance.

He stood up and walked to the bed. When he saw the baby clothes on the bed, a tenderness filled his eyes.

He reached out and carefully folded the clothes one by one and placed them in the wooden box under the bed.

These were just packed out today. They are all clothes that Ling Cheng and Su Wangyou can no longer wear.

The baby grows fast, and after almost a month, the clothes were too small for him, so he wanted to keep them as a souvenir.

When he had finished packing, Xiaoying brought in some hot water. "Sir, the jade cream you requested has arrived today. I put it in the secret compartment of the dressing table."

Ling Feng paused. "Xiaoying, don't call me Master anymore. Call me Sir. I'm a father now."

Xiaoying was stunned and quickly changed her words. "Yes, my dear."

Ling Feng was satisfied then, and thinking of the Yuxue Cream he had just mentioned, he quickened his washing pace.

Just now, Su Qinghe praised it. It seems that this thing is quite effective. He will definitely use it often in the future.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng immediately ordered Xiaoying.

"Send a message and have someone go to Southern Xinjiang to buy a few more boxes. No, just assign someone to do this job and have them deliver every two months."