When Fu Ling woke up the next morning, Xiao Chengyou had already left Wenyuntang.

The couch was gone, and the window was open for ventilation. Apart from the soft handkerchief beside the pillow, there was no trace of his having been there, as if everything last night was just a dream.

The air after the rain was filled with the moist fragrance of flowers and plants. Fu Ling looked out the window for a while. Many of the magnolia flowers not far away were blown to the ground by the strong wind and turned into mud. The few remaining snow-white flowers hung lonely on the branches, looking particularly pitiful.

When Xiang Lan came to dress her up, her face looked heavy.

Last night, the entire Wenyun Hall thought that the Crown Prince had come and had reconciled with the Crown Prince's wife. Everyone waited in fear all night, but never received a call for water.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is at the age of full vigor and vitality, and the Crown Princess is beautiful and charming, and the two of them sleep on the same couch, so it is only natural for them to accidentally shoot each other. There must be something fishy about what happened last night.

Even though it was a thunderstorm, the news spread quickly.

"Madam, the old lady has arranged a family dinner today. After changing your clothes, please go to the front hall to pay your respects." Xiang Lan was combing Fu Ling's hair, and the fragrance of gardenia spread in the room.

Fu Ling agreed, Xiang Lan hesitated for a while, and then asked, "His Royal Highness and you last night...but nothing happened?"

"Yes." Fu Ling stretched out his hand and pointed to the place where Xiao Chengyou set up a couch last night, "He slept there last night."

Xiang Lan was obviously in disbelief, "Did Madam have a dispute with His Royal Highness?"

"No," Fu Ling pursed his lips and said after a while, "He takes good care of me."

Xiang Lan was full of doubts. Although she knew that Fu Ling was persistent and refused to admit defeat, she had seen her bow her head under the pressure of life for so many years, and she knew that Fu Ling would definitely not act recklessly in front of the prince at this time.

Could it be that the prince has some unknown tormenting habits, or...

Xiang Lan had a flash of inspiration, and immediately lowered her voice and said in Fu Ling's ear, "Madam, have you ever heard that although some men in the military camp look burly, their roots have been damaged by years of fighting, and they have more than enough heart and strength... but not enough. "

At the end of the sentence, her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. It was a serious crime to make irresponsible remarks about His Royal Highness. However, Xiang Lan was so focused on Fu Ling that she almost said the words "Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince incapable of doing it?"

When Fu Ling heard this, his heart moved, but he immediately kept silent, interrupting Xiang Lan's other more extreme inferences.

"It's not that I haven't thought about the situation you mentioned." Fu Ling's brows were filled with confusion, "But I remember the medical book said that if you are really injured, you generally can't..."

Fu Ling shook his head, as if trying to shake some image out of his mind, and his ears turned a little red.

"Forget it. I'll go out of the house another day and ask the master at the medicine shop." Fu Ling gently squeezed Xiang Lan's hand and avoided the topic. "It's getting late. Hurry up and wash up. Don't keep the old lady waiting for too long."

"Yes." Xiang Lan replied.

After changing her clothes, Fu Ling hurried to pay her respects to the old lady. When she was about to reach the main hall, she could vaguely see a group of people gathered not far away. Her attention was suddenly attracted by a figure.

Xiao Chengyou rarely wore a plain white shirt, with the sleeves covered with silver thread embroidered with snow willow patterns. From a distance, it looked like cold moonlight flowing through light clouds, making him look noble and proud. He was clearly a gentleman, but there was an aura of being difficult to approach around him, as if he was born to be admired.

He stood next to the old lady. No one knew what they were talking about, but the old lady was amused and laughed a lot.

For some reason, Fu Ling felt relieved when he saw Xiao Chengyou there.

"Granddaughter-in-law, please give my regards to the old lady."

Fu Ling greeted the old lady in a polite manner. Although the old lady looked unhappy because of what happened last night, she did not embarrass her in the end and said, "It's just a family dinner, so you don't have to be restrained."

As soon as the dishes were placed on the table, Chen Yuxiao came leading her son Shen Hui.

Maybe Xiao Chengyou was standing next to Fu Ling. When he passed by Fu Ling, she just glared hatefully and quickly looked away.

Shen Huisheng has a fat head and big ears, and a tuft of black hair at the end of his eyebrows, which almost covers his eyelashes. Only when he looks around can he see the white eyes with a look of gluttony.

Fu Ling had long heard that the second son of a concubine in the mansion was a loser, always greedy for money, lustful and beautiful, but when he met Shen Hui's lustful eyes, he still felt a little uncomfortable and silently hid behind Xiao Chengyou.

Xiao Chengyou obviously noticed Fu Ling's little movements, but did not stop him. He allowed her to hide behind him and raised his eyes to meet Shen Hui's gaze.

Xiao Chengyou's dark eyes were full of murderous aura. As soon as Shen Hui looked at him, he felt weak all over and quickly lowered his head.

The atmosphere at the banquet was dull. Xiao Chengyou didn't like to talk, so Fu Ling sat beside him and kept silent, so as not to offend the old lady. On the other side, the old lady's concubine Shenhui, who had been in pain since childhood, was obviously different from Chen Hui. They laughed at each other, and soon it became very lively.

"Third Young Master, you said you're not sick again?" came Chen Yuxiao's sharp voice, full of sarcasm.

Shen Hui snorted from his nose and cursed, "He is indeed a sick and cripple!"

Everyone present remained silent, as if they were used to this.

Suddenly, an attendant serving Shen Hui came forward and whispered a few words in the old lady's ear. After a moment, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on the old lady's face.

"Xiaohui's new wife was happy with his new wife last month!" The old lady announced the good news, and everyone laughed and agreed.

Fu Ling also congratulated everyone and couldn't help but glance in the direction of Xiao Chengyou beside him. His expression was still indifferent, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. He seemed to be aware of Fu Ling's eyes, those cold and cold eyes. The black eyes of Glacier Snow looked towards her, and they looked at her briefly amidst the hustle and bustle.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the coldness between his brows and eyes seemed to have melted away a little, with an imperceptible soothing meaning. Fu Ling couldn't help but think of how he leaned over his bed last night, and his magnetic voice fell into his ears. Quietly coax her not to be afraid.

There was only a moment of stunned silence, and soon Chen Yuxiao's voice interrupted the harmony.

"Xiaohui has three concubines, and His Highness the Crown Prince is older, but he has no one to live with." Chen Yu smiled and raised his eyebrows, looking in the direction of Xiang Lan, "How about we also call for a common roommate? I think the Crown Prince The maid next to the concubine is quite pretty."

Xiang Lan was suddenly mentioned, and she was obviously a little at a loss. She hurriedly said, "This slave is the maid of the Crown Princess, and everything is decided by the Crown Princess."

Chen Yu listened with a smile, obviously unhappy, "Now that you have entered the general's mansion, you must know who the real master is, and don't serve the wrong person."

Naturally, she despises Xianglan, but she deliberately made things difficult for them because of the deep relationship between their master and servant.

"The prince has only been married for a few days. Taking concubines is not a good reputation in the general's palace now." Seeing that the scene was a little stiff, the old lady had to interrupt, "But in the future..."

The old lady's eyes glanced at Fu Ling, like a silent reminder, and then turned to Xiao Chengyou and said, "Although the prince is busy with affairs, he still needs to remember that the child is important."