Xiao Chengyou looked at Fu Ling, the ends of his eyes curved in a very slight arc, and after a moment, he raised his hand to touch Fu Ling's cheek.

With a touch as delicate as mutton-fat jade, his fingertips gently swept away the tears.

Xiao Chengyou leaned over and stared at Fu Ling, his indifferent expression still extremely calm, but at such a close distance, it seemed like he was holding Fu Ling in his arms easily.

Fu Ling's long eyelashes flickered, and she looked up at him, her eyes as clear as water filled with tears.

The eyes of the two people were inevitably intertwined in mid-air. They touched briefly, like a thin string that slowly tightened and then loosened suddenly.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Chengyou looked away. Her tears were still on her fingertips. He subconsciously pressed them lightly, and the cool touch melted on her skin.

Fu Ling nodded, "Thank you for your concern, husband. Everything is fine with me."

"Husband, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" She suddenly raised her head and moved closer to Xiao Chengyou. She held his sleeves with her fingers and shook him slightly. Her soft tone was like a frightened deer, "Husband is not here. I will be a little scared."

The last bit of daylight had completely disappeared. In the quiet night, everything was silent around him, and Xiao Chengyou's cold black eyes were completely hidden in the shadows.

He hesitated a little and didn't answer her for a while.

The emperor's summons was crucial to his plan with the general. Over the years, the emperor's fear of the general had become more and more intense. Tonight, he should have written a letter to the general in his study as soon as possible so that he could discuss follow-up arrangements and gain the emperor's trust. Instead of spending a whole night on the woman.

Xiao Chengyou's expression was unpredictable, and in Fu Ling's eyes, he was disgusted with her greedy behavior.

She has always been sensible. Although she is anxious to get the Thousand Golden Grass, she also knows that nothing can be done in a hurry and requires long-term planning.

"I'm presumptuous. If my husband doesn't want to, I'll leave." Fu Ling let go of Xiao Chengyou's sleeves, bowed his head and said softly.

Hearing her words, Xiao Chengyou couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The almost cruel massacre in the East Palace and the decades of raging wind and snow at the border have developed his character of being indifferent to emotions and anger. Even though his heart is ups and downs, there is no emotional indifference on his face, but just now he couldn't. He was lost in thought for a moment, but was easily captured by Fu Ling. He couldn't help but marvel at her sensitivity.

What's more, just such a small change in his body can affect Fu Ling's actions all the time. He has always been used to being alone, and he has no intention of making an exception in the future. This kind of secret, subtle and entangled relationship with others makes Fu Ling He felt a sense of discomfort and even a sense of crisis from the bottom of his heart.

There was still some time before dinner at the mansion, so instead of letting Fu Ling repeatedly observe and guess his thoughts, it was better to follow her wishes.

Besides, seeing Fu Ling get involved in those unprovoked farces today, even if he was hard-hearted, he had to admit that she was indeed pitiful.

Seeing Fu Ling bowing and preparing to leave, Xiao Chengyou stepped forward to stop her, "It's okay, I'll come to your place later."

Fu Ling was a little surprised, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips, "Then I will wait for my husband."

When she stepped into Wenyun Hall again, Fu Ling felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders. The tension in her body dissipated a lot. She leaned back in the armchair and drank a whole cup of tea before she came to her senses.

"Let me massage Madam's shoulders." Xiang Lan felt sorry for Fu Ling's tiredness and stepped forward to say.

"No need," Fu Ling stood up, "Your Highness is dining in Wenyun Hall for the first time, I want to cook for you myself."

She didn't know Xiao Chengyou's taste, and she couldn't cook frontier delicacies. After hesitating for a moment, she told Xiang Lan, "Go ask the old people in the mansion if there were any dishes that the general's wife liked to eat when she was here?"

Xiang Lan took the order and retreated. After only an incense stick of time, she led an old maid forward.

"Madam, I served the general's former wife for many years. Her favorite dish was fish in vinegar."

Fu Ling nodded, and Xiang Lan placed a gold coin in the old lady's hand.

"Come with me." Fu Ling said.

Wenyun Hall was beautifully decorated, and even the dining room was spacious and elegant.

When she was a child, Fu Ling was often mistreated in the mansion. The days of hunger and cold forced her to learn cooking skills. She would sneak into the kitchen late at night when the servants were lazy and not on duty to make food for herself and her mother.

The general's wife lived a simple life and liked ordinary things. The preparation of vinegar fish was not complicated. Fu Ling told the servants to prepare the ingredients, then changed his clothes and went to the kitchen.

Before I even reached the kitchen, I heard a voice from afar, "Let me tell you, why do you cook so elaborate dishes? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not coming to our Wenyun Hall. You might as well find a good way out for yourself instead of wasting your time."

Fu Ling paused and stood by the door and looked in. The person who said this was the maid Qian'er who was transferred by Butler Zhang not long ago to serve him personally. At this moment, she was talking with her back to the door and pointing out the dishes. The other servants in the room were working and did not notice Fu Ling's arrival.

When many people in the dining room saw Fu Ling, they all lowered their heads and fell silent. Qian'er, the only one who didn't know, asked doubtfully, "Why don't you respond to me? Why, am I wrong in what I said?"

The air in the dining room became increasingly suffocating.

"Can't this deserted place like Wenyuntang not tolerate you?" Fu Ling's voice sounded from behind Qian'er.

Qian'er was suddenly startled. When she saw Fu Ling's gloomy expression, her heart trembled with fright. She quickly knelt down and admitted her mistake, "I was disrespectful with my words. I hope that the imperial concubine will forgive me!"

Fu Ling was thinking about how to make a good vinegar fish, and did not want to tangle with her anymore. He said, "Wenyuntang is not a place for you to act wild. If you know you are wrong, go down and receive the punishment."

Hearing this, Xiang Lan ignored Qian'er's pleas for mercy and waved her attendants to come forward.

Fu Ling led her grandma to the dining room. When she passed by Xiang Lan, she lowered her voice and said, "This person cannot be kept. Find some mistakes to make her leave Wenyuntang."

Butler Zhang has a bad character, and now it seems that Qian'er, who is colluding with him, is not a good person either. If she doesn't know the rules, it wouldn't be difficult to be more careful and catch her.

After Xiang Lan left with the crying Qian'er, everyone in the dining room felt frightened and did not dare to raise their eyes to look at Fu Ling.

Fu Ling walked directly to the prepared materials, paused and said, "Qian'er said something wrong. His Royal Highness is coming to Wenyun Hall for dinner tonight. Everyone should be more agile. I don't want anything to go wrong again."

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard the words, and they all responded, showing off their talents, and soon a sumptuous dinner was ready.

Fu Ling only cooked one dish and finished it very early, then went back to the room to dress up and wait for Xiao Chengyou.

She is so thoughtful, I wonder if he will accept her favor.

The night was dark, and Fu Ling's gaze passed through the window. It might be raining soon. Dark clouds were rolling outside the window, and the branches and leaves of the magnolia were blown askew by the wind.

There was no news of Xiao Chengyou's arrival in the front hall. Fu Ling was a little bored waiting, so he dug out the book of male and female couples from the bottom of the drawer on the side that he had read many times and had read it many times before he got married.

She still remembered Xiao Chengyou's strange behavior before he got angry in this room last time. She didn't know where the mistake was. Fu Ling studied that page very carefully. She didn't know how long it had passed, but the sky and earth outside the window were suddenly illuminated by a white light. , but within a moment, there was a sudden thunder blast in my ears.

The violent sound was like thunder passing through his body, and Fu Ling couldn't help but tremble.

With a "pop" sound, the booklet slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

The cold wind rustled the pages, and the scenes of vivid and blushing pictures were spread out on the ground without restraint.

Fu Ling came to his senses and hurriedly leaned down to pick it up.

The moment his fingertips were about to touch the page, they touched the back of the man's well-joined hand.