Fu Ling rested his head lightly on Xiao Chengyou's broad shoulder, like climbing on a piece of driftwood in a torrent, and his heartbeat roared with the ups and downs of his breathing.

Xiao Chengyou didn't move, so Fu Ling recalled how grandma taught him, and carefully moved her hands down his waist and abdomen.

She was inexperienced, and her fingers slid randomly on Xiao Chengyou's body.

His waist was uniquely thin for those in the military, and there seemed to be vigorous strength hidden under the strong skin. However, Fu Ling had no intention of feeling it, only feeling extremely embarrassed. It was obvious that he was facing the cool breeze, but his cheeks were burning.

After a while, she heard the man's breathing suddenly hitch.

Fu Ling's fingertips slid down another half inch, and suddenly someone grabbed his wrist, making him unable to move.

"Let's go back."

Xiao Chengyou turned around and stared at her with lowered eyebrows. His dark eyes were like a calm ancient well, with obscure and indistinguishable emotions flowing underneath.

Fu Ling no longer dared to act rashly. He bit his lip and nodded. The voice he was about to agree to suddenly changed its tone when it reached his lips.

"Husband...it hurts."

The shadow of the lantern cut diagonally into half of the moonlight, and fell on Xiao Chengyou's well-jointed hand holding hers. He didn't seem to use any force intentionally, but the force from his wrist made Fu Ling feel like his bones were about to be crushed.

The woman's sweet voice passed by his ears, Xiao Chengyou was stunned for a moment, and let go of his hand almost in a panic, but the soft and warm touch on her skin still lingered on his fingertips.

Under the heavy darkness of night, Xiao Chengyou's face, which had not shown any signs of trouble on the battlefield, quickly turned a suspicious flush.

He knew he shouldn't stay any longer.

Xiao Chengyou's eyes quickly withdrew from Fu Ling, barely stopping, and the figure disappeared at the corner of the corridor in an instant, leaving only the steep cold wind outside the door fluttering across Fu Ling's body, and the cold sweat all over her body was hurriedly wiped away. Excited, I couldn't help but shudder.

Not far away, the chatter of the servants seemed to be heard, disturbing his ears.

Grievance and confusion swirled silently in his heart. Fu Ling stared blankly in the direction Xiao Chengyou left for a moment, and a sour feeling suddenly appeared on the tip of his nose.

She secretly gritted her teeth and slammed the door tightly.

The room was silent, and Fu Ling sat alone on the spacious wedding bed for a long time.

Ever since she was a child, she had never heard of a husband abandoning his bride on the wedding night. Even a libertine who had married more than a dozen concubines before his wife came to the house would still be considerate on the wedding night. .

Perhaps His Royal Highness grew up in a cold and cold frontier and did not understand the rules of the capital city, or maybe she was too nervous and did the wrong method taught by her grandma...

It wasn't until the moonlight outside the window was completely obscured by dark clouds that Fu Ling sighed quietly, pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes.

She had worked so hard to get this marriage, and all she had to do was win the crown prince's final step to make it happen. At that time, she would have the support of the General's Mansion, which held real power, and her mother would no longer have to live the days of fear and humiliation she had in the past. Years of planning have finally come to fruition, so even if there are all kinds of difficulties, she will not give up easily.

Fu Ling secretly made up his mind.

When the sky dawned the next day, Fu Ling had already put away her clothes and makeup in front of the bronze mirror, and her beautiful face was reflected in the mirror.

She has a good appearance, with black hair and fair skin. With a little makeup, she is as attractive as a hibiscus. Fu Ling patted the thin powder on his face again under his eyes. The embarrassment from last night suddenly disappeared, and he was as meticulous as a delicate porcelain doll.

The maid Xiang Lan handed over the warm tea and asked with concern, "It's so early, Miss, do you want to rest for a while?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly laughed and said, "I am stupid, now it's time to change your name and call me Madam."

Xianglan is Fu Ling's dowry maid. She has grown up with her since childhood and has a deep relationship with her. Xianglan also saw everything that happened last night. It was just a tacit understanding, and neither of them said anything.

"It doesn't matter," Fu Ling chuckled, then shook his head and said, "The old lady always gets up early, and we juniors have to wait earlier to be respected."

Xiang Lan nodded and said no more.

Fu Ling lowered her head and took a sip of tea. The clear and sweet aroma spread between her lips and teeth. She lowered her head and looked at the golden tea buds floating in the exquisite glass cup, her expression slightly moved.

"You don't have to drink this fine Junshan Silver Needle for me, just leave it to His Highness the Crown Prince." Fu Ling told Xiang Lan, and the teacup made a soft "click" when it fell on the table.

Although she had never met the prince before they got married, the exchange of letters had never stopped since their engagement.

During this year, she memorized all the likes and dislikes mentioned in his letters as if she were doing homework, and she also learned the interests he was passionate about one by one - this Junshan Silver Needle was the money she had saved for a long time before leaving the cabinet. She bought high-quality goods so that on the first day of their wedding, she could personally pour the prince his favorite cup of tea to show her virtuous and gentle nature.

But now it seems that these little tricks are of no use.

Fu Ling sighed silently in his heart, pushed the door and walked out.

Many attendants of the general's mansion had already been waiting in Wenyun Hall where she lived. They greeted her in an orderly manner. Only one or two of them were restless and secretly glanced at her from the side.

The rumors from the wedding night fermented in the middle of the night and could no longer be concealed in this mansion, but Fu Ling did not pay too much attention to the strange looks from the servants and went straight to the courtyard where the old lady was.

The old lady became a widow at a young age. She raised the general alone and managed the general's mansion for decades. Now she is seventy years old and has the final say in the general's mansion. Everyone has to be respectful to her when they see her.

Fu Ling waited in the main hall for a long time, until the tea at hand had gone cold several times, before he saw from afar a large group of attendants coming towards this place.

The old lady slowly approached, holding the arm of a woman in emerald green clothes beside her. Fu Ling hurriedly stood up to greet her, but a chill rose up his spine involuntarily.

The old lady came from a high family and knew the rules of greetings and greetings. She came so late today. It was obvious that she had heard about the news last night and deliberately showed it to her.

Sure enough, when she saw that there was only Xiang Lan next to Fu Ling, the old lady's face obviously darkened a little, she frowned and said, "Get up."

"Yes, grandson-in-law will serve tea to the old lady."

Fu Ling showed an earnest smile and methodically demonstrated the tea-serving etiquette that he had reviewed hundreds of times. After a flawless move, the old lady's expression relaxed slightly, and she pointed confidently at the person who came next to her. The woman in green said slowly, "Now the General's Mansion is being managed with smiles and smiles. You can also serve her tea and discuss various matters with her from now on."

Fu Ling turned his head and saw that the woman was no more than thirty years old. She had a gorgeous face and was dressed up in a luxurious way. Her hair was decorated with green dots. Her golden steps were swaying with long beads. He glanced at her with an indifferent expression. Showing some hostility.

The general's head wife was already frail, and she became ill and passed away the year his Royal Highness was sent to the border. Over the years, his concubine Chen Yuxiao was in charge of all matters in the house, and she was very close to the old lady.

"I've met Aunt Chen."

Fu Ling was kneeling down and preparing to serve tea. When she raised her head, she saw Chen Yuxiao leaning back. The dazzling gems on the tips of the gilt shoes on her feet were facing the tip of her nose. The feeling of intimidation immediately made her feel There was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

"I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince did not stay at your place last night," Chen Yu smiled and refused to take her tea. He fiddled with it casually with his fingers stained with kodan, and his tone of fake concern was full of difficulty, "If you have any dissatisfaction with the General's Mansion, Just tell me, don't let our general's office make a joke."

Fu Ling didn't tremble at all while holding the tea. He just smiled and said, "I don't dare."

"Don't dare?" Chen Yuxiao was not prepared to let her off easily. "Do you know the seven grounds for divorce? Divorce a wife if you have no children?"

"Forget it." The old lady interrupted her questioning, "After all, Fu Ling cured my stubborn illness, which can be considered a contribution to the general's mansion."

"You have excellent medical skills, so just invite her to be a female doctor. How can she be worthy of being the Crown Prince's consort?" Chen Yuxiao's eyes became more angry, and her face became stiff and a little blue.

As the legitimate daughter of a sixth-rank official, she had been married to the general's mansion for many years and had been favored by the emperor. However, her only illegitimate son was a good-for-nothing, and the general missed his deceased wife and was reluctant to make her his legal wife. For countless days and nights, she knelt in front of the Buddha statue and prayed that the crown prince Shen Zhao would not die in the battles at the border, so that her life would be completely on the right track.

But who would have thought that the prince returned to the capital safely, and her beautiful dream was suddenly shattered, leaving her with a rage that she had no place to vent.

Chen Yu looked at Fu Ling with a smile, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "Last night, I watched the prince enter your room, and he hurried out within a moment! Could it be that you have some hidden illness that prevents you from being treated? "

Fu Ling's smile suddenly froze on her face, and a shy blush seemed to rise on her cheeks. She wanted to defend, but her voice was stuck in her throat.

"I am..."

Before he finished speaking, a man's deep voice suddenly came from behind.

"My grandson is a little late for martial arts practice, don't blame grandma."

Xiao Chengyou didn't know when he appeared in the foyer. He walked in slowly, respectfully greeted the old lady, and then turned to look at Chen Yuxiao sitting beside him.

He seemed to have just come back from the martial arts training ground. His military uniform made his temperament even more fierce. His facial features were strong and thin, his lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling. His cold eyes swept over Chen Yuxiao, giving him a sense of indifference. An angry and powerful aura suddenly spread out.

Chen Yuxiao suddenly felt a little awkward and couldn't say a single word that he was ready to accuse as an elder. He only coughed dryly, "Here we come."

Xiao Chengyou's deep eyebrows lowered and fell on Fu Ling, who was kneeling in front of Chen Yuxiao.

The girl was wearing a light blue dress with green soft smoke holding her slender waist. She looked charming and charming. As if aware of his gaze, Fu Ling raised his eyes, and his eyes as clear as autumn water stared at him steadily for a moment, then quickly became panicked and lowered his eyebrows, leaving only the movement of holding the tea cup high, which was still meticulous.

She didn't know how long she had been kneeling here holding it up. The jade-white wrists exposed at the cuffs were trembling slightly. If she looked up carefully, she could still vaguely see the red mark from his accidental grip last night.

Chen Yuxiao's words to make things difficult for Fu Ling didn't change his tone. He heard them in the foyer. He knew in his heart that the trouble she was receiving now was all because of him, but this was not his original intention.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and Xiao Chengyou's eyebrows frowned slightly.