A long time after Fu Ling left, the room felt heavy before he stood up and ate some food warmed by Aunt Wang.

He has been suffering from illness for many years, and he has long been accustomed to the pain. He is not as frail as she just saw there.

"Mother." Zhan Zhen suddenly raised his head and asked, "Do you think the Crown Princess is sincere or fake?"

"Chong'er, you're still young." Aunt Wang was a little displeased when she heard him think like this. Her eyes fell on the many objects sent by Fu Ling, and she sighed with emotion, "In my opinion, the deeds do not matter the heart."

He lowered his eyes in silence and stared at his wrist.

Perhaps Fu Ling had gone through too much wind and snow along the way, and her fingertips were very cold.

I don't know how much time passed, but he said in a low voice, "No matter what, I will pass the imperial examination and wait until my mother leaves here one day."

Aunt Wang laughed when she heard this and held her heavy hand.

"It just so happens that your eldest brother is still waiting for us in Luzhou."

On the other side, the snow fell deeper as expected, and fluff was scattered on Fu Ling's clothes.

Thinking of the heavy alienation, Xianglan was a little dissatisfied and whispered:

"That Third Young Master seems to be an ungrateful person. My wife went to treat him personally and gave him so many good things. He didn't even say a word of thanks."

"A drop of water can penetrate a stone. There's no rush." Fu Ling originally didn't want to give back anything seriously, so he said, "After all, I have returned his former favor."

In the distance, the outline of Wen Yun Hall could be seen. Fu Ling raised his eyes and saw the tall figure under the plaque, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Fu Ling stepped forward quickly until he was very close to Xiao Chengyou, facing the smell of wind and snow.

"You came."

Xiao Chengyou's deep voice whispered softly in her ears.

Fu Ling raised his head and was a little surprised, "Why don't you, husband, come into the house?"

Xiao Chengyou was only accompanied by Ashu, and the attendants in Wenyuntang were all performing their duties. I don't know how long he had been waiting here, and the snowflakes falling on his shoulders and cuffs were gradually melting.

Xiao Chengyou didn't answer, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow.

"On the way back, I saw that this restaurant was doing good business, so I brought you some meals."

When Ashu next to Xiao Chengyou heard this, he was stunned for a moment before passing the package in his hand to Xiang Lan.

When he and Xiao Chengyou came back, they heard about this restaurant in the capital that made excellent desserts. They clearly took a long detour to buy it specifically for the Crown Princess. I don't know why Xiao Chengyou said it was just a drop-in.

Fu Ling lowered his head and looked into the package. Inside were osmanthus honey candies, fermented glutinous rice dumplings, and everything else. They were all exquisitely made desserts.

"How do you know that I love sweets?" She was a little surprised, with dimples appearing on her cheeks.

Every time Fu Ling gave Xiao Chengyou a sweet dish, Xiao Chengyou naturally understood that, but looking at Fu Ling's pretty face, he still turned his head slightly and lowered his eyes.

"Where have you gone? There's so much snow on the umbrella?" he asked casually.

Fu Ling felt a little unnatural when she noticed Xiao Chengyou's eyes falling on the tung oil umbrella.

"Just strolling around and enjoying some snow scenery." She said nonchalantly, then pulled Xiao Chengyou's sleeve, tilted her head slightly and asked him, "My husband is already here, why don't you leave before you finish your meal?"

Xiao Chengyou was silent for a moment, and when he saw Ah Shu helping Xiang Lan carry snacks into the room, he could only nod lightly and follow Fu Ling's footsteps.

The room was extremely quiet. Xiao Chengyou didn't like sweets, so he put down his chopsticks after a short meal. The cold white moonlight smeared on his deep facial features, making him look proud and unapproachable.

Fu Ling turned his head and saw a small scar on his forehead, diagonally slicing across the left brow bone, revealing a sharp-edged and cold look.

She couldn't help but think about how he lived in the military camp in those years when she didn't know him. How he returned to the capital step by step and walked to this place. in front of her.

"What's wrong?" Feeling Fu Ling's gaze, Xiao Chengyou asked.

Only then did Fu Ling realize that she had been staring at him for too long. Her eyes drifted for a moment, passing by the window lattice behind him, and when she saw the red plum blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard, she suddenly thought of something.

"My husband wrote a poem about plum blossoms in his letter to me before. I often read it. I wonder if your husband still remembers it?"

Fu Ling sighed inwardly at his ability to adapt to the situation, but after waiting for a long time, Xiao Chengyou didn't answer.

He looked out the window in silence, and saw several red plum trees standing in the snow, their thin branches stretching out like a vigorous and powerful stroke in running script, and curved like a narrow moon crossing the sky sadly.

How could he know what happened between Shen Zhao and her.

Perhaps thinking of Shen Zhao, Xiao Chengyou felt that his heart suddenly felt heavy.

"Husband?" Fu Ling's face suddenly came into view again, delicate and sweet, with a look of eager expectation, which made him feel inexplicably upset.

"It's getting late, you should rest early."

After saying that, Xiao Chengyou stood up to leave. His expression was unpredictable and his face looked a little bad.

The two walked side by side to the courtyard.

Xiao Chengyou had always had a cold temperament, and Fu Ling didn't pay attention to his change. He looked at the plum blossoms blooming on the branches seriously. The bright and dazzling colors seemed to ignite a fire in the heavy snow.

After Xiao Chengyou leaves, she can pick some plum blossoms to make wine. If there are many, she will stick them on the ghost ball. Maybe she can make a different shape. The one with the most blooming branches will be given to Xiao Chengyou.

The snow fell deeper and deeper.

Fu Ling thought in his mind, and felt a little lost for a moment.

But unexpectedly, Fu Ling's footsteps crossed the threshold, and the snow accumulated on the eaves seemed to be unable to bear the weight, and suddenly fell tremblingly.

Large flakes of snow were blowing towards her. Fu Ling was so shocked that she only had time to protect her head with her hands. However, the next moment, she was easily caught in a slightly cold embrace.

Xiao Chengyou had broad shoulders and leaned over to protect her. All the falling snow on the eaves was blocked by him, making a dull sound.

His movements were so swift that Fu Ling could hardly react. She opened her slightly panicked eyes and was greeted by Xiao Chengyou's delicate and deep eyebrows. There was a hint of panic in his ink-black eyes, and obscure emotions were surging.

As the snow hit his back hard, his upper body leaned slightly toward her.

The slightly cool lips brushed her earlobe lightly, a touch as light as a feather, so brief that it seemed like a dream.

"careful."

His suppressed breath slightly fell on the base of his ear, and a tingling sensation rose from deep within his skin, and Fu Ling's earlobe turned red instantly.

Her body was tightly held in Xiao Chengyou's arms, and she instinctively clung to his back in a panic, as naturally as hiding in a sheltered harbor when a storm came.

Fu Ling raised his head and looked at Xiao Chengyou blankly.

The wet snow on his back melted between her hot fingers. Through a layer of clothing, she could clearly feel the strong bones underneath and the surging power of the tight muscles.

But all his movements towards her were gentle, like an eagle putting away its sharp claws and covering a small sparrow with its broad wings, or like a beast holding a delicate and fragile begonia flower, showing some inexplicable affection. meaning.