With the materials, Fu Ling quickly made the brush.

She thought of Zhong Zhong's tattered book that had been read through for a long time, and assumed that he probably didn't have any decent writing brushes, so she took the time to make an extra copy and asked Xiang Lan to send it to him, as a way to repay the favor that day.

Fu Ling carefully put the pen in the exquisite sandalwood box, and soon arrived in the study.

She paid special attention to Xiao Chengyou's actions, knowing that he was not here at the moment. Although the guard at the door obeyed his orders and stopped her, he couldn't bear Fu Ling's plea with a pen, so he let her into the study and allowed her to give His Royal Highness a surprise.

In the study room, there are many precious classics on the high bookshelves. A sense of tranquility wrapped in the aroma of ink fills the heart, as if it is isolated from all the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Fu Ling's heart could not calm down, and he did not dare to make a big move in Xiao Chengyou's study. He just stood in front of his case, flipping through the half-open letters.

Maybe she was lucky. She quickly recognized the handwriting of Xiao Chengyou's reply, and even her tone was familiar and cold, "Yes, I will make arrangements."

Looking further up, what caught my eye was the sentence "The subordinate's daughter returns to the capital."

As if her prediction had been confirmed, the string in Fu Ling's mind buzzed. She came back to her senses and hurriedly looked down, but a shadow fell on the paper in front of her.

She immediately turned around and met Xiao Chengyou's eyes.

His lip line was slightly stretched, and his usually calm black eyes stared at her vigilantly, and then obscure emotions surged, sinister and deep.

"What are you doing here?"

Xiao Chengyou's tone was very deep, as if he was questioning, but also as if he was hiding something.

The emperor was summoned in a hurry. He had no time to receive the letter from the general in the secret room, so he solemnly told the guards at the door not to let anyone in, but Fu Ling was still here, and he didn't know how long he had been there.

The general once told him that if anyone saw any important news, it was top priority to silence them in time. Even if he didn't say anything, Xiao Chengyou would not hesitate to take action in this situation.

Under the position of power, there is always bloodshed.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chengyou couldn't help but lower his eyes a little, and glanced across Fu Ling's neck.

White and thin, as if a prey without any resistance, trembling vaguely with the ups and downs of breathing.

He was used to seeing fighting on the battlefield, where human lives were like nothing, but he couldn't imagine what it would be like with blood splattering from her neck.

"I made a brush with my own hands. I wanted to give you a surprise." Fu Ling quickly adjusted himself and took out the pen from the sandalwood box and handed it to him. He looked innocent again and said, "There is some chaos on my husband's table." , I tidied myself up a little, and had no other meaning.”

Her voice was light and soft, and she was so obedient that one couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Xiao Chengyou's chest seemed to be blocked by a piece of cotton, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

He stepped forward and lowered his eyes to read the content written by the general on the letter. He only had time to open a corner before leaving, and the exposed part only contained some insignificant things, but he was still vigilant in his heart, shouting "Thousand Miles Dike" Destroyed in an anthill.

Xiao Chengyou couldn't bear the disturbance, reached out to take the brush, and sent the guest away without looking at it, "You can go out."

The suffocating air pressed down overwhelmingly. Before Fu Ling could speak, she heard him ordering the servant beside him, "The person who let her in will no longer have to stay in the house to work."

When he said this, his tone was obviously rebuking, as if an invisible needle was piercing Fu Ling's heart.

Fu Ling knew that the person Xiao Chengyou really blamed was her.

She didn't bother anymore, "Then I won't bother you anymore."

Xiao Chengyou didn't answer.

His sharp brows and eyes were shrouded by the shadow cast by Bogujia, and all his emotions were contained within it. Only his heavy eyes traced the direction in which Fu Ling left.

Her steps were fast, as if she was frightened by him and her clothes were shaking slightly.

Xiao Chengyou stared quietly, watching her figure go around the vermilion railing, getting smaller and smaller, until it was completely blocked by the shadow of the trees and disappeared.

There seemed to be a sudden void in his heart, and he stood alone in front of the case for a long time.

When leaving the study, Fu Ling's face turned pale and his figure was slightly swaying.

The phrase "The daughter of a subordinate returns to the capital" kept lingering in her mind.

She was still a little lucky, thinking that this woman might not have much to do with Xiao Chengyou, but Xiao Chengyou's strange look just now made her timid and made her inevitably look at this matter.

He had always been calm and reserved, but he was so moved because of what she saw related to that woman.

Seeing that Fu Ling was in a trance, Xianglan hurriedly stepped forward to support her and casually informed, "The writing brush that Madam gave to the Third Young Master was sent back. The Third Young Master must have meant it because of his inappropriate status."

"It doesn't matter," Fu Ling didn't pay attention to these small things. Thinking of the attendant who was scolded by Xiao Chengyou, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, "That attendant was implicated by me. Before he found a new home, I secretly gave him some money."

"yes."

Xiang Lan agreed, and Fu Ling went straight back to Wen Yun Hall to rest.

Until dinner in the evening, there was no news related to Xiao Chengyou.

Suddenly, a figure of an attendant came from the night.

Fu Ling recognized Xiao Chengyou's bookboy Ashu, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "But what are your orders from His Highness?"

Ah Shu scratched his head in embarrassment, and when he met Fu Ling's eyes, he stuttered for a moment, "His Royal Highness ordered me to fetch and retrieve the clothes for resting in Wenyun Hall."

Fu Ling twitched the corners of his lips, but couldn't smile.

"knew."

Early the next morning, Fu Ling woke up from a nightmare.

Thin and dense snowflakes were floating outside the window, and there was a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow in the air, which was a late-spring cold.

The face of her mother's tragic death in the nightmare still lingered in her mind. She applied several layers of powder to hide the dark blue under her eyes.

She had quickly accepted that Xiao Chengyou had a woman he liked, but she was a little dissatisfied that he kept saying "he doesn't have a woman he likes" but secretly guarded her.

She didn't want to break up her lover. If she hadn't been anxious to give birth to her eldest grandson, Xiao Chengyou would have had hundreds of lovers outside and it would have nothing to do with her.

The current plan is to hope that she can catch up with the latecomers. Once she is pregnant with the child, she will let Xiao Chengyou roam the world with that woman.

Xianglan put a soft fox fur on her, rubbed her temples, and said, "Miss Jiang came to pay her respects to the old lady today. It seems that His Royal Highness is also there. Madam, why not..."

Fu Ling did not tell Xiang Lan about yesterday's letter. Xiang Lan was still aggrieved by Jiang Qian's previous provocations and regarded her as the number one enemy of the imperial concubine.

"Since His Highness has gone, I have no reason not to go." Fu Ling said.

The snow had stopped before she went out, but the vitality of spring in the courtyard seemed to have been stifled by the cold, making it look a little desolate.

Stepping onto the bluestone road, I saw the familiar figure of the man from a distance.

Fu Ling was slightly startled. He didn't expect to meet Xiao Chengyou by chance like this, but when he suddenly stepped forward to talk to him, he was afraid that he would think that he was deliberately spying on his whereabouts, so he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.

However, unknowingly, she noticed that Xiao Chengyou's pace gradually slowed down.

As if waiting for her.