However, the next moment, her eyebrows suddenly frowned.

At the foot of the pearwood bed, Xiao Chengyou set up a small couch safely. His expression was as calm as water, and he said calmly, "I will rest here tonight."

Fu Ling turned pale in astonishment and felt an unknown fire suddenly shoot up above his head.

The bronze mirror reflected her slender figure. After taking a bath, she specially put on this valuable soft cigarette. The plum blossom embroidery flowed like water on the smooth clothes, and her fair skin was looming underneath, giving her a charming and charming look. attitude.

She stood there motionless, feeling that the scene in front of her was extremely ironic.

There was a "bang" sound, and the small window beside him was suddenly blown open by the strong wind.

The cool raindrops fell obliquely, instantly dampening her black hair that was blown up by the wind, as well as the thin piece of fabric on her chest.

Xiao Chengyou walked forward silently and closed the window tightly. His eyes fell firmly on his fingertips soaked in rain, barely stopping on Fu Ling.

"Would you like to change some clothes?" he asked in a low voice.

Fu Ling shook his head, knowing that he couldn't defeat Xiao Chengyou, so he got into the bed curtain as if out of anger, lifted the quilt to his chest, turned his back and ignored him.

"Husband, please go to bed early." Her voice was muffled, as light as mist that disperses at the touch of a touch.

With thoughts swirling in her mind, Fu Ling buried her head and her vision fell into darkness. After a while, she felt Xiao Chengyou's figure behind her slowly leaving her bed and landing on the small couch beside her.

Whether it was grievance or fear, a sour emotion climbed up like a vine and entrenched itself in Fu Ling's heart.

If she didn't ask for water tonight, she didn't need to think too hard to know what people in the house would talk about tomorrow:

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has moved to Wenyun Hall, but the Crown Prince still cannot keep him, a useless person...

I'm afraid the Crown Princess has something to hide, and she was unruly before getting married, which made the Crown Prince dislike her...

And these rumors will soon reach the Fu family and spread throughout the capital...

A wave of bitterness swept through his heart. Fu Ling clutched the corners of the quilt, and his fingers turned slightly white with force. The piece of chest wet by rain stuck to his skin. The coolness that invaded the bone marrow seeped into his body bit by bit, and his whole heart was numb. Cool down.

Her mind reminded her rationally that even if Xiao Chengyou didn't want to sleep with her, she could still take advantage of such a good opportunity to get close to him. Maybe she could leave some traces in his heart, maybe she could change something, or at least understand why he was like this. .

But her heart seemed to be pressed by something, so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

She had never harmed anyone in her life, and had almost never done anything wrong. She just kept struggling and trying to lead her mother out of the quagmire, but why did God always give her so many hardships?

She felt wronged and tired.

The candlelight in the room had been completely extinguished at some point, and Xiao Chengyou's calm and steady breathing came from behind, as if he was already sleeping soundly.

Fu Ling bit her lip tightly, but tears still overflowed from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably. The moisture on the pillow stuck to her cheeks. The heavy darkness and the continuous sound of rain were like an umbrella holding her head to provide shelter. He tried his best to control the sobs from escaping his lips.

Suddenly a white light flashed through, and the room was illuminated like daylight.

Fu Ling was afraid of thunder and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but she suddenly saw a figure standing beside the bed from the corner of her eye. She was shocked, and the sobs that were tight in her throat flowed out instantly. Even though she reacted quickly, but that sound The tiny sobs that had been held back for a long time were clearly scattered in the air before the thunder came.

"Don't be afraid." As the thunder rolled down, Xiao Chengyou's voice also rang in his ears.

He leaned down slightly, and the end of the white light illuminated his eyebrows, which were still cold and deep. Perhaps looking through the hazy tears, there seemed to be a bit of warmth in his dark eyes.

Fu Ling's body trembled involuntarily with the thunder, and the warmth of Xiao Chengyou's palm came from his hair, a brief but slightly comforting caress.

Fu Ling followed Xiao Chengyou's movements and looked up. Almost half of his body was propped up in front of the bed, as if he was holding her in his arms.

The cold and majestic breath covered her face, and she seemed to be swept into the boundless wind and snow, but there was a sense of stability in her heart for no reason, as if she was really receiving his protection and safely avoiding the fear that made her Endless everything.

"I was just..." Fu Ling came back to her senses. Even in the darkness, she couldn't help but quickly lowered her head to hide her reddish eyes. But before she could finish her words, Xiao Chengyou's voice interrupted her. explain.

"It doesn't matter." A soft and dry handkerchief was placed in Fu Ling's hand, "If you don't want to change your clothes, just dry them before going to sleep."

Fu Ling continued in a daze and said softly, "Hmm."

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, Xiao Chengyou frowned and looked at her. The ends of her black hair wet by the rain were messily stuck to her equally wet chest. Only the outline could be clearly seen, but in his mind he could still clearly imagine the soft touch of Fu Ling's skin, and the warmth that penetrated her clothes when she hugged him and pressed against his back.

Xiao Chengyou's body once again betrayed him uncontrollably.

As if the pitch-black night was his fig leaf, Xiao Chengyou's gaze did not move away as usual, but was kept on Fu Ling almost offensively.

Although Fu Ling held back her tears, her body still twitched from time to time. The wet clothes softly outlined her slender and graceful curves. Every tremor was like a glaring temptation, luring him into the endless abyss of sinking.

His breathing became a little disordered.

Xiao Chengyou knew that the small box containing the book full of love affairs was placed beside the bed. He could hardly remember why he had to avoid the sight of the servants and break into her bedroom alone.

It was as if he was really the eldest son of the general's palace and could do whatever he wanted to the people in front of him.

"Thank you, husband." Fu Ling had wiped most of the moisture from his body, threw the handkerchief on the bedside, and got into the quilt again, only revealing a pair of bright eyes washed by tears to look at him.

She is not a sentimental person, and she is not in a hurry for success. This trivial concern is enough to calm her uneasy thoughts.

Her eyes fell on Xiao Chengyou, as if she could see the dagger that was no longer on his waist.

Even though they never consummated their marriage, Xiao Chengyou never treated her poorly. He bought her a homecoming gift and stood firmly by her side when outsiders were threatening her.

I still remember that when I was a child, when my eldest sister was not married, she would toss and turn during thunderstorm nights, so her eldest sister would go to her room and read those obscure and difficult-to-read books to lull her to sleep.

The eldest sister said that if someone achieves great things, God will "make trouble".

Fu Ling felt that although he was not a person of great importance, he was just a person in a deep boudoir, but he could settle down between heaven and earth and one day be able to see the moonlight when the clouds cleared.

She thought like this and smiled brightly at Xiao Chengyou. The night was so dark that she didn't know if he saw it.