Fu Ling raised his eyes and met Xiao Chengyou's eyes as dark as a cold night.

The fiery red clouds instantly burned all the way up from the side of her fair neck, and shock and shame surged from the bottom of her heart. She rarely showed a loss of composure, turning her head slightly, and her bright red earlobes were like poisonous apples waiting to be picked. .

Xiao Chengyou didn't speak, he just lowered his head and looked at Fu Ling calmly, with a faint shadow on his eyelashes.

He had obviously read the contents of the booklet, but his face was still calm and showed no emotion.

Xiao Chengyou picked up the booklet with his hands and handed it back to Fu Ling. His slow and controlled breathing fell into her ears, and the burning feeling became more and more obvious.

"Husband, husband..."

Fu Ling's fingertips were trembling slightly as she took the booklet. She raised her head and looked at Xiao Chengyou, trying to argue cleverly or seize the opportunity to seduce him. However, when she faced Xiao Chengyou's cold face with a chill, her voice was hidden again, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. More words.

She still remembered the embarrassing result of her carefully seduced him in this room last time.

In front of him, it seemed that all pretense was in vain.

In other words, her pretentious manners that fascinated countless men were just tasteless in Xiao Chengyou's eyes. Even if he knew that she was deliberately getting close to him, he would not be shaken in the slightest.

The shyness that arose in Fu Ling's heart faded a lot in the thousands of thoughts, and what slowly rose was an almost invisible sadness.

She couldn't help but want to ask what dissatisfied Xiao Chengyou about her. They were clearly called husband and wife, but the way he looked at her was colder than that of a monk eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, as if he was avoiding some evil spirit.

But she didn't speak. She knew in her heart that this was just a futile effort and that she would be rejected by others.

Fu Ling put the book away, turned to look at Xiao Chengyou and said, "Dinner is ready."

Xiao Chengyou responded softly, his eyes moved away from the box containing the unspeakable things, and suddenly bumped into Fu Ling.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and her charming and charming eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of sad mist, as if just staring blankly, she was uncontrollably bewitched and fell into that irresistible place. In the love network.

The scenes in the picture echoed in his memory. Xiao Chengyou's eyes were half-closed, and the skin behind his ears was a little red, but he still maintained a calm expression on his face.

Fu Ling felt lost and didn't say much to him, nor did he notice the subtle changes in Xiao Chengyou. They walked out half a step apart, and there seemed to be a subtle tacit understanding lingering between the two, and no one mentioned it. What happened just now.

The last time Xiao Chengyou left in Wenyuntang in a rage, the people serving him were very careful, for fear of offending His Highness the Crown Prince, and they could barely hear the sound of moving.

Fu Ling couldn't fully enjoy the extraordinarily sumptuous dishes. She kept paying attention to Xiao Chengyou's movements with her peripheral vision, expecting him to discover her carefully cooked vinegar fish.

However, Xiao Chengyou just ate slowly and leisurely, with a leisurely and meticulous attitude. The cool and noble aura of a superior person was completely natural, and there was almost no trace of living in the frontier for many years.

Unexpectedly, the general's wife died young and he was still taught such good etiquette, Fu Ling sighed in his heart.

Seeing that Xiao Chengyou didn't pay attention to the vinegar fish, Fu Ling had to take a piece of it and put it into his bowl.

"Husband, try this." She smiled sweetly.

Xiao Chengyou never liked sweets, but looking at Fu Ling's earnest eyes, he still tasted a small piece.

The aroma of the fish was permeable and not too sweet. He was a little amazed at the cooking skills of this dish, but he was not very interested.

"Does your husband like to eat?" Fu Ling couldn't see through Xiao Chengyou's expression, so she could only ask.

Xiao Chengyou was slightly stunned, "It's my first time eating it, it's okay."

The words "first time eating" pushed Fu Ling's sweet words back into his stomach.

She couldn't help but feel doubtful. The nanny Xiang Lan was looking for was an old man who was recognized by the government as having taken care of the late madam for many years. She definitely didn't dare to tell lies. According to the nanny, when the late madam was still alive, she had done this with her own hands many times. The vinegar fish was given to His Highness the Crown Prince to eat, and the taste she recreated today is no different from that of the past.

Fu Ling was puzzled for a moment. Xiao Chengyou said this because he had already forgotten this dish, or he was trying to remind her not to be so scheming.

She smiled a little reluctantly, and after thinking for a moment, she still did not reveal the fact that she had made this dish by herself.

"As long as your husband likes it," Fu Ling said lightly.

The thunder outside the window continued until the servants put away the dishes. The downpour did not stop, and the strong wind lifted up a corner of the night, making it mottled and chaotic.

There are many oil-paper umbrellas in Wenyun Hall, but they are still some distance away from the study. With such a heavy rain, Xiao Chengyou might get wet all over when he goes back at night.

The rainwater flowed down along the dripping tiles, and the warm yellow halo of the lanterns under the eaves was dyed a little blurry.

"It's not getting warmer yet, so if you get caught in the rain, you'll easily catch the wind and cold."

Fu Ling didn't express any hope, but still raised his head and asked Xiao Chengyou, "Husband, why don't you rest in Wenyuntang for the night and go back when the weather clears?"

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Xiao Chengyou responded quickly.

Fu Ling still had doubts in her heart, but Xiang Lan, who heard this from the side, was extremely happy and quickly told her servants to prepare the bed.

Xiao Chengyou's clothes had already been prepared in Wenyun Hall. After Fu Ling took a shower and freshened up, her cheeks were a little red from the mist.

She had always been afraid of thunderstorms, so she couldn't help but speed up her steps as she walked through the hall. In just a few steps, her heartbeat quickened and her breathing became unstable.

Opening the door, I could vaguely see the slender figure of a man silhouetted beside the bed curtain.

There is a light scent of incense burning in the bedroom, and the sweet fragrance seems to be wrapped in an indulgent dream. The misty white mist covers the dancing candlelight, hazy, and disperses on the finely embroidered picture of Begonia sleeping in spring on the screen.

Xiao Chengyou's figure cast a shadow on the clear green floor tiles in front of him. Fu Ling stepped on the shadow and walked forward with his head lowered, feeling a vague warmth on the soles of his feet.

Through the closed door, the sound of the strong wind and rain was like the sound of rustling strings, as if everything outside the house was isolated. In the small space, there were only light steps and Fu Ling's slightly hasty breathing.