Xiao Chengyou was the first to look away, turned around silently, took two steps outside, suddenly stopped, and asked in a deep voice, "Go back with you?"

Although he has never lived in the capital, he is not ignorant of the twists and turns of people. Chen Yu couldn't laugh more than a concubine. Although she had the status of an elder, her wanton attack on Fu Ling was obviously due to his actions last night.

He just didn't want to get close to Fu Ling, but he didn't mean to embarrass her. What's more, when he returned to the capital, his behavior should not be too abnormal.

A trace of surprise flashed in Fu Ling's eyes, but soon a smile appeared on his cheeks.

"OK."

She pursed her lower lip and followed his steps towards Wenyun Hall.

There were many attendants waiting in front of the main hall. She seemed to have inadvertently moved closer to Xiao Chengyou. He seemed to have noticed it, but did not say anything and allowed her to stay close to him.

The two of them entered Wenyun Hall in silence.

The Shen family has inherited titles from generation to generation and has a rich family fortune. Since the news of the prince's return to Beijing came, they have begun to repair the prince's mansion. Their residence in the general's mansion has also been arranged very appropriately. Many pear blossoms have been planted around the house, with empty pavilions and tung trees, and flowers covering the ground. .

After entering the house, the attendants also moved out of the room. The door was slightly opened, while the mist curled up in the carved incense burner, and the quiet fragrance of flowers floated in the air.

Xiao Chengyou just glanced at the interior decoration, caught a glimpse of the curtains fluttering in front of the big pear wood bed not far away, seemed to frown, and then sat down on the Taishi chair closest to the door.

"Let me rest here for a while. I still have some things to deal with at noon."

Xiao Chengyou's tone was gentle, but there was a decisiveness that no one could question. After that, he casually took out a book from the shelf and started reading it without looking at Fu Ling.

Perhaps because of yesterday's preparation, Fu Ling did not feel that he was unfamiliar with it. He just thought that the Junshan Silver Needle could still come in handy, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Husband, have some tea." Fu Ling handed the teacup to Xiao Chengyou. He responded softly and reached out to take it, but Fu Ling did not let go in time. Their knuckles rubbed against each other lightly, as if it was some kind of secret intimacy.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, his gaze lingering on Fu Ling for a moment.

Sunlight poured into the room through the window lattice, painting her eyes a bright amber color, and the expectation contained in them was like a flame burning in the water, which burned his throat unreservedly along with the warm and clear tea.

Xiao Chengyou suddenly regretted his decision to come here.

"Thank you." The teacup tapped lightly on the table, and the room fell into silence instantly, with only the slight sound of the pages of the book.

Xiao Chengyou didn't even move the extra tea. Fu Ling was not a slow person. He noticed his avoidant attitude easily and was a little confused for a moment.

Maybe, as he and the old lady said, he was just too tired from the long journey, or maybe he had an indifferent personality and didn't want to get close to others?

Fu Ling thought for a while and felt that the reason was untenable.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she walked closer to Xiao Chengyou with a smile, "I remember that my husband said in his letter that a few years ago there was an orchid dancing with her sleeves folded at the waist, which made my husband feel very beautiful after seeing it."

Xiao Chengyou's movement of turning the book paused for a moment, and there was an unfathomable gloom in his dark eyes.

After the engagement, Shen Zhao had written letters to her?

His thoughts were confused for a moment, and then he heard a soft voice next to his ear, "I am not talented, I have learned a little, I hope your husband will appreciate me."

"……Um."

Fu Ling was very close to him, and even though Xiao Chengyou's face was calm, she could see the momentary shock in his eyes.

Such small changes were enough to give her the courage to continue.

Fu Ling clapped his hands gently, and Xianglan outside the door invited the musicians who had been prepared.

The indoor space is large enough for Fu Ling to perform her best. She has always been confident in her dancing skills, or in other words, she is perfect in everything she has learned.

The melodious sound of silk and bamboo floated in the room, Fu Ling's red lips smiled, and he took out the hairpin, and his long black hair suddenly fell down elegantly.

From the dance moves to the charming look of her eyes, she mastered them all perfectly.

Fu Ling knew from a very early age that she was from a humble background, without the protection of her ancestors, and could not study for scientific examinations. The only thing she had was the face that she inherited from her mother's peerless beauty.

Her mother was born into a lowly slave and was forced into marriage by her father because of her appearance. What followed was endless abuse and oppression.

When Fu Ling was thirteen years old, she was already tall and graceful. Standing in the corner of the banquet, she was coveted by the bully and bastard of Guanglu Temple Shaoqing. When she opened her eyes at night, she saw her mother standing in front of her bed in tears, trying to destroy her. This look was so that it would not be stained by that bully.

She knocked the knife out of her mother's hand and arranged for the bully to fall off his horse when he was struggling with her. She would never be able to walk in front of her mansion in her lifetime.

My mother thought that beauty was a source of trouble and a sharp knife that could cut her. But she knew in her heart that if she was diligent, diligent, and unscrupulous enough, beauty would be the ladder for her to climb up from the quagmire and the boat for her to escape from the sea of suffering.

Thinking of this, an inexplicable emotion suddenly arose in Fu Ling's heart. The sound of silk and bamboo became more and more urgent, and her spinning dance steps became more and more public.

The pages of the book in Xiao Chengyou's hand were wrinkled by his pinching.

Since Shen Zhao mentioned this in the letter to her, how could he disobey her? He thought he was just watching the dance, but unexpectedly, the dance of the Orchid was warm and moving, and her light steps were like the sparrows in the mountains and forests. Without any effort, it can firmly grasp people's eyes, no matter how much he avoids his sight, the slender waist that is full of the grip, and the bright eyes that are as moving as the clear waves of spring water, are constantly entering his mind.

What's even more exaggerated is that the lips that are slightly pursed in a smile are filled with water, and are eye-catchingly bright, like poisonous fruits in the forest, waiting for the confused person to pick them by mistake.

Xiao Chengyou grew up in the military camp since he was a child. Even though he had all kinds of strategies, he never paid attention to the love between men and women. He had very little experience with women, let alone such a lively scene.

He finally panicked and turned his head to look out the window, but the floating clouds outside the window reminded him of Fu Ling's soft hands, and the trembling of the leaves on the treetops blown by the wind reminded him of the twinkling halo in Fu Ling's eyes when she looked up at him. , everything that was normal seemed to be twisted strangely in his mind, and he knew that his ears were burning uncontrollably, so he could only frown slightly, hoping that the song would end soon.

The short time seemed to be extended infinitely. After an unknown period of time, the music finally stopped. Xiao Chengyou breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the books on his lap were taken away. A soft force pressed up, and the gentle fragrance of gardenia instantly overflowed. It filled his whole body.

Fu Ling sat on his lap, arms around his neck, so close that the fragrance of her breath almost made his ears tingle.

"My husband seemed a little absent-minded just now."

The girl's slender white fingers grasped the corner of his clothes, and her fluttering eyelashes seemed to contain coquettish anger. Seeing that he did not move, she boldly leaned her head on his chest. The scattered black hair easily fell on his neck, gently rubbing against it with her breathing, like a soft kitten clinging to him and acting coquettishly, whispering softly:

"Is it because I dance badly?"

Xiao Chengyou's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he was about to speak, but Fu Ling seemed to feel that the position he was sitting on was not comfortable, and moved a little towards him without permission.

The two of them looked at each other unexpectedly for a moment. Feeling something strange under them, Fu Ling's fair cheeks flushed instantly, and his whole body tensed up involuntarily, as if he was a frightened bird.

With a "bang", the teacup next to Xiao Chengyou broke.