Xiao Chengyou first went to the battlefield when he was fourteen years old, as Shen Zhao's deputy general. It was a bitterly cold winter with heavy snowfall, and the place where the two armies fought was exactly this place on the map.

The emperor personally ordered the young prince to guard the border with his father. The situation on the battlefield was strange, and the emperor had no intention of letting Shen Zhao return to the capital alive. The old general was getting old and there was no successor in the general's palace, so the huge military power was legitimately returned to the emperor's hands.

Everyone understands this truth, especially Shen Zhao.

Even though the general always urged him to train hard, but for the first time he faced the scene of blood and flesh flying on the battlefield, Shen Zhao was so frightened that he couldn't even lift his sword, and it was all because of Xiao Chengyou's protection.

Although Xiao Chengyou was young at that time, he was filled with hatred, and a life-threatening battle was almost his only way to vent his anger. The spear pierced the enemy's neck, and the blood that splattered made him feel a strange pleasure, as if What rolled into the dirt was the head of the current Nine-Five Supreme Being.

After a big battle, when Xiao Chengyou returned to the military camp, Shen Zhao was lying on the bed. His injured leg was bandaged three times inside and outside, and there was still faint blood oozing out.

"I don't want to go to the battlefield." After everyone left, Shen Zhao's face turned completely pale and he sighed, "Brother Xiao, I don't want to die yet."

"The sword has no eyes on the battlefield. How can you control it? You made too many omissions today. If the general finds out, you will be whipped." Xiao Chengyou was not good at comforting, so he just said lightly.

A look of despair appeared on Shen Zhao's face. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Brother Xiao, aren't you afraid of death?"

Xiao Chengyou was stunned for a moment.

"I'm afraid too." His voice was inexplicably lowered, as if he was trying to suppress something, "I'm afraid that when that day comes, there will still be damned people alive."

"I don't have such lofty ambitions as you." Shen Zhao put his hands behind his head and thought for a moment, "If such a day comes, I'm afraid my only regret is that I couldn't marry a wife that I wanted, and I was alone and buried in bones. Under the sand, there is no one who cares about me.”

Xiao Chengyou didn't care about these things at first. Perhaps in order to comfort Shen Zhao, he suddenly asked by accident, "Then what kind of wife do you want?"

It was the age when love first appeared. Shen Zhao was easily aroused by this topic. He ignored the shadow of death hanging over his head and said with a smile, "The woman I like is naturally beautiful and has a gentle and virtuous personality." , and you have the talent to drink and chat with me, and we become a couple of gods flying together. "

"...It's very good." After hearing Shen Zhao's libertine words, Xiao Chengyou couldn't help but smile at the corner of his lips. He tied another layer of gauze on Shen Zhao's wound and tied it with his hands, "Then Just keep your life alive, lest your lonely wife be left in my care."

Shen Zhao was pinched so hard by Xiao Chengyou's hand that he screamed and wanted to hit him. As his memories spread, he was suddenly interrupted by a call in his ear.

"What are you thinking about, husband?"

The injury on Fu Ling's hand had been turned so that it could no longer be seen, and on the map in front of him, the place name had been stained with ink, making it difficult to see clearly.

Xiao Chengyou looked at Fu Ling's concerned eyebrows and couldn't help but think about the words in his memory that became a prophecy.

Shen Zhao likes everything about her appearance, posture, and even her temperament. If it hadn't been for that battle, they would have been a God-given couple. Shen Zhao is a passionate person and will definitely be fascinated by Fu Ling's dancing. Instead of being like him who didn't understand the charm and left at a loss, she suffered cold treatment and injustice.

"It's nothing." Xiao Chengyou's eyes flashed with anger, "You should also rest early."

He didn't dare to look at Fu Ling anymore. His heart felt like it was being burned in a fire, and his tone was a little more serious, as if he was sending a guest off without mercy.

Suddenly, he noticed that the breathing of the person in front of him stopped.

The quiet air seemed to become stagnant, long and uncomfortable. After an unknown amount of time, Fu Ling finally nodded and stepped back to the door.

"...Did I do something wrong?"

Her voice was as light as a feather floating in the air, with a tremor at the end, gently brushing against Xiao Chengyou's ears.

He raised his head to look at her without thinking, and suddenly looked into those light gray eyes.

The undropped tears that had accumulated in Fu Ling's eyes suddenly fell. They trickled down his white and soft cheeks, stayed for a moment, and finally hit the ground with a "snap" sound. The subtle sound was like the corner of the eaves. A drop of rain falls, but it is extremely clear, as if it is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Xiao Chengyou opened his thin lips slightly, but his voice was muffled in his throat.

"You didn't..." After a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak, but before he finished speaking, the door next to Fu Ling was pushed open with a "bang", and the woman's charming voice was like the high note of a taut string. A pale pink figure burst in, instantly covering up Xiao Chengyou's deep voice.

"Cousin!" Jiang Qian's body was like a slingshot aimed at the target. She pounced on Xiao Chengyou from behind, her arms naturally wrapped around his neck, and she tilted her head and asked, "We haven't seen each other in these years. How can I think of my cousin?" Me?"

Xiao Chengyou's back suddenly tensed up, and he used almost all his strength to resist the urge to push her off from behind.

He was not familiar with everything about Shen Zhao's life, and had only heard vaguely of his "childhood sweetheart" cousin Miss Jiang. Faced with such unrestrained enthusiasm, he had to remain calm so as not to reveal any flaws.

Seeing Xiao Chengyou didn't respond, Jiang Qian's expression froze for a moment, then she glanced at the soup bowl not far away that didn't move at all, and looked at Fu Ling thoughtfully. She was standing at the door in a daze, the redness at the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose had not faded, revealing some helplessness, like a crabapple flower drenched by heavy rain, beautiful but embarrassed.

Jiang Qian sneered in his heart, and a hint of pride appeared on the corners of his red lips, but soon his face was covered with an innocent look, "Cousin, am I here at a bad time?"

She asked knowingly, then turned to Fu Ling and said, "I like my sister very much when I saw her just now! What my sister doesn't know is that my cousin and I have been the best playmates since we were children. When he was seven years old, he lost to me in leaf cards. Several acres of land are still in my hands."

These words could be described as tongue-in-cheek. Both inside and outside the words showed that the two of them had a close relationship. When it fell on Fu Ling's ears, it was like the itch of ants crawling over, and an indescribable feeling quickly surged in his stomach. nausea.

She knew that she was in an awkward situation in this intimate scene, so she couldn't help but smile a little reluctantly, "Since my husband wants to reminisce with my cousin, I won't bother you anymore."

Fu Ling opened the door and paused slightly before leaving. His gaze passed over Jiang Qian's provocative gaze and landed on Xiao Chengyou, who had a gloomy and unclear expression. His tone was a little more solemn.

"Husband, please do not forget what will happen tomorrow."

After saying that, Fu Ling quickly turned around and left, as if she was eager to get rid of some difficult and dirty thing. She stepped out of the threshold with her front feet. Her delicate demeanor that was about to cry quickly subsided, and the blush at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows also quickly faded. .

In the study, Jiang Qian looked at the direction where Fu Ling's back disappeared, and suddenly asked, "What did my cousin promise her?"