Xiao Chengyou pushed Fu Ling away and walked out of the room with a sullen face. The attendants in the courtyard were so shocked by the momentum of him rushing out of the door that they all knelt down. A maid who was watering the flowers splashed water on Xiao Chengyou's clothes, and he also There is no pause for a moment.

The steep cold wind of early spring blew against his cheeks, but his whole body was so hot that it felt like he was being roasted on a fire. He could not avoid everything his body showed, and he was even more angry at how his hasty decision-making would drag him into a world of guilt. abyss.

Fu Ling is not his wife. He is the only one who knows it. If there is a mistake, he is the only one who is wrong.

Xiao Chengyou walked towards the study almost in embarrassment, without looking back.

After he left, Wen Yun Hall instantly exploded.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ignored the Crown Princess all night yesterday, and lost such a temper when he came to sit in the courtyard for the first time. He even smashed the tea cup to the ground. The attendants whispered to each other, even if they did not dare to say anything, they winked at each other.

"Go, go! Have you finished all the work at hand?" Xianglan walked to the courtyard, drove away all the attendants who were watching the fun, and sent away the musicians. She finally settled down, but stopped at the door, feeling in her heart Uneasiness arises.

She had been with Fu Ling since she was a child. She knew very well how angry Fu Ling was and how much hardship he had put in over the years. She thought that everything would be fine when she married into the General's Mansion, but she didn't know that His Highness the Crown Prince's attitude would be so uncertain. I'm afraid life will be full of hardships.

Xiang Lan sighed silently in her heart, opened the door and walked in.

"Madam?" When the comforting words came to her lips, she suddenly paused. Xianglan looked at Fu Ling who was hurriedly rummaging through boxes and cabinets in front of her, and asked with some confusion, "Madam, what are you doing?"

Seeing that the person coming was Xiang Lan, Fu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, waved to her, and asked in a low voice, "Xiang Lan, do you remember where to put the booklet that grandma gave me?"

"Is it that booklet..." Xiang Lan was stunned for a moment, and then she thought of the embarrassing logos and pictures on the booklet, and said awkwardly, "What are you looking for, Madam?"

"Found it!" Before he finished speaking, Fu Ling picked up the booklet from the bottom of the box and quickly turned to one of the pages to read it.

The more she read, the redder her face became. But she still studied it carefully. After a while, she raised her head in confusion and murmured, "I'm not mistaken. It's clearly..."

Xiang Lan walked closer and asked, "What is it?"

"Nothing." Fu Ling closed the book with a snap, then lowered his head and quickly hid it.

If his reaction was really as described in the book, why would he be so angry with her?

Fu Ling pondered for a long time while looking at the broken remains of the teacup on the ground, rubbed his temple, and sighed, "Men's minds are really hard to guess."

Xiao Chengyou was in a state of uncertainty, but perhaps because of the foreshadowing from last night, Fu Ling was not too sentimental and turned her head to ask Xiang Lan, "Is lunch ready?"

Seeing that she didn't feel sad about it, Xianglan felt relieved and said with a smile, "It'll be better soon."

"One more thing," Xiang Lan seemed to remember something and handed a booklet to Fu Ling's hand, "The old lady has already sent someone to prepare the gift for Madam to return to Ning tomorrow. I would like to ask Madam to take a look."

The word "Guining" seemed to hit Fu Ling's heart like a heavy hammer, and her originally calm expression was instantly cast into a shadow.

"I see."

Fu Ling's voice was as light as gauze washed in water, and a faint sadness flowed through the air.

There was a trace of concern in Xianglan's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she retreated, and the huge room fell into silence in an instant.

Fu Ling lowered his head and was silent for a long time. He unfolded the slightly deformed book in his hand and lowered his eyes to read it.

Even though he knew that the General's Mansion was rich, Fu Ling was still stunned by the number of gifts written in the booklet.

There are countless gold and silver treasures on the list, and each item is of great value. It must have taken a lot of effort to select it. Even if it is a gift for the Crown Princess Guining, it is more than enough. Such a pomp, no matter how powerful the rumors are in the capital, it is enough to block the news. Live in the public mouth.

Fu Ling drank all the cold tea on the side and counted it carefully, but still couldn't dispel the doubts in his heart.

The relationship between the couple was not getting along, which was no longer a secret in the general's palace. The old lady was already unhappy about it, so why bother to put up such a show for her?

Fu Ling ate the dinner absentmindedly, and after taking a few bites, the jade chopsticks fell on the white porcelain plate. She pondered for a moment and said to Xianglan, "You ask the kitchen to make a cup of soup carefully, and I will send it to His Royal Highness later."

Xiang Lan was a little surprised, "But His Highness is so like today..."

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and whispered in Fu Ling's ear, "I'm afraid that His Highness's anger during the day has not subsided. What should I do if I'm not merciful?"

Although this was offensive, Fu Ling also knew that Xiang Lan was sincerely thinking about her, so he whispered, "Then bring fewer servants to watch the fun."

She paused and then said, "Now I have something to ask of His Highness. Even if he gets angry with me, it would be better to resolve it in the study than to have it happen at home tomorrow."

"Yes, this slave is stupid." Hearing this, Xianglan's expression suddenly darkened for a moment, nodded, and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with Madam's hand?"

Fu Ling was stunned and followed her gaze to his hand. There was a slender wound on the side of his little finger, which was slightly bloody. It might have been scratched by the broken teacup.

Xianglan was a little worried, "Madam, wait a moment, I will find some medicine."

Fu Ling stared at the wound and moved his eyebrows slightly, "It doesn't matter, just go ahead and do your work."

Xianglan retreated worriedly, and the attendants were quick to prepare things.

Fu Ling changed into simple clothes, dismissed most of his entourage, and headed to the study at dusk.

The General's Mansion occupies a vast area, with separate pavilions and undulating corridors. To the east, it takes advantage of the distant mountain scenery and leads the meandering water into the bamboo dock. To the west, the light of the lake shines like a bright mirror, rippling with clear brilliance.

Fu Ling was thinking about how to talk to Xiao Chengyou about returning to peace tomorrow when he accidentally saw a group of people slowly walking out from behind the rockery not far away. The woman in the lead was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was dressed in light pink clothes and had a flower on her temples. Camellia, her fair little face could not conceal her joy.

The general is stationed at the border all year round. There are only three sons and two daughters in the mansion. The first wife has only one child, His Royal Highness. The oldest young lady born to concubines is only twelve years old. Fu Ling stared at the woman in front of him, and he didn't know for a moment. How to call it.

Unexpectedly, the woman opposite raised her thin eyebrows like willow branches and spoke first.

"You have such a strange face," the woman said without concealing the ridicule in her eyes, "I didn't expect that the General's Mansion is now a place where anyone with a low-level residence can enter."

"Be brave!" Seeing that the person who came was not kind, Xianglan stood up and shouted, "Who are you, how dare you be rude to the Crown Princess?"

The woman was not surprised at all when she heard "Prince Concubine". Her eyes flickered for a moment, adding a bit of hatred for no reason, but she still bowed reluctantly.

"My daughter, Jiang Qian, is the cousin of His Highness the Crown Prince. She is here today to pay her respects to the old lady." Jiang Qian's eyes slid across Fu Ling's body from top to bottom, and she sneered, "The Crown Princess is really simple in temperament. My little girl has clumsy eyes. I thought I was a poor relative who came to beat the autumn wind, and I hope that I will forgive you."

Although there were only a few servants around Fu Ling, his demeanor was definitely not as abject as she said. Jiang Qian's arrogant words almost made her want to paste the words "small door, small household" on Fu Ling. Xiang Lan stood aside. He clenched his fists in anger.