The bright moonlight was as soft as catkins, lightly pouring into the tent, and everything was silent.

Xiao Chengyou's arrow wound was not serious. After cleaning up the remaining poison, he was wrapped in thick gauze. He gradually recovered a lot, and his gentle breathing dripped into his ears like quiet night dew.

The air was moistened by the night, and the chirping of insects could be vaguely heard. Fu Ling stood beside the bed, holding his head and looking at him for a long time.

The tips of Xiao Chengyou's brows were fierce and sharp, but the ends of his eyes were slightly drooped. Perhaps because of the aftertaste of pain, his long eyelashes were trembling slightly in his sleep, and there was a hint of brokenness in the flickering candlelight.

Fu Ling looked at it and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke away the stern look between Xiao Chengyou's eyebrows, as if feeling her touch, his usually cold outline now looked hazy and gentle.

Fu Ling didn't go anywhere, always waiting quietly by Xiao Chengyou's bed, like a little dragon watching over the treasures he kept.

But she couldn't survive the time, and fell into a drowsy sleep soon after.

When Fu Ling woke up, the sky was bright.

She covered her mouth and yawned, and then she saw Xiao Chengyou sitting up on the bed.

He didn't know when he woke up, and his black eyes were fixed on her face. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes were shining like obsidian.

Fu Ling laughed and asked with concern, "Is your husband feeling better?"

Xiao Chengyou pursed his thin lips, took the soup from Fu Ling, and drank it in one gulp.

"Thank you." His low and hoarse voice was unclear. He didn't know whether he was talking about the bowl of soup or her near-sacrifice action yesterday.

Seeing that Fu Ling didn't take it seriously, Xiao Chengyou paused and told him, "If something like this happens next time... don't take any more risks."

As soon as he finished speaking, tears suddenly filled up in Fu Ling's eyes, revealing a sense of despair, "...Is there a next time?"

Unexpectedly, the angle of her attention was strange, and Xiao Chengyou remained silent.

Ever since the battle for the right of birth eighteen years ago, he knew that he would never be able to stay away from it in his life.

He must avenge his parents and clan members. The bloody life is the fate he should bear. He has never felt aggrieved.

But Fu Ling was innocent. She didn't understand anything and was dragged to him inexplicably. But her worries and panic were also real, and her sacrifice for him was also real.

He had failed her.

"No." Xiao Chengyou lowered his eyes and consoled him almost against his will.

Fu Ling bit her lower lip and looked at him blankly. After hearing these words, she felt like she was being pardoned. She immediately threw herself into Xiao Chengyou's arms, her fluffy hair brushing against his body.

"You are my husband. No matter what, I will be with you." Fu Ling's solemn expression seemed to be an oath, and he took Xiao Chengyou's hand on his own initiative and leaned against him gently, carefully avoiding his eyes. Injury.

She squeezed Xiao Chengyou slightly with her fingertips, as if she had been wronged, and seriously ordered, "My husband, please don't let anything happen again."

The sweet and soft tone is as gentle as a feather, gently fluttering in the heart.

As if falling into a whirlpool, Xiao Chengyou felt that his mind, which had just regained its clarity, began to fall into a coma again.

"Yes." Xiao Chengyou raised his hand, stroked Fu Ling's soft hair like a ghost, and gently comforted you, "I promise you."

Fu Ling was then satisfied, smiled brightly, winked at Xiao Chengyou, and motioned him to look aside, "My husband is brave, and I am also honored. I sent you a lot of good things last night."

Xiao Chengyou didn't care about these extraneous things. Besides, although the things he sent were valuable, they were not considered cherished.

But he looked at Fu Ling's shining eyes and smiled lightly, "As long as you like it."

Perhaps because he was used to it in the frontier, Xiao Chengyou's body recovered very quickly, and he could function as usual after just a few days of rest.

The hunting competition at the hunting ground was disrupted by the assassins and had to be canceled. However, activities such as pot throwing, dancers' performances, and winter sacrifices did not stop.

Fu Ling listened to the bustle outside and couldn't help but want to go out to take a look. However, as time went by, she found that no matter what she went out to do, there seemed to be a gaze following her secretly behind her. She even wanted to go out farther away from the tent. , there will be some unfamiliar little eunuchs who will come forward to stop him.

If there were any obstacles like this, she quickly thought of Qiao Zhi.

The emperor came to inquire again and again, praising Xiao Chengyou endlessly, and delivering precious supplements to the tent like water, but Qiao Zhi repeatedly obstructed the two of them by taking care of them.

Fu Ling didn't think that Qiao Zhi was so petty that he was venting his resentment on Xiao Chengyou for the presence of assassins in the hunting grounds on the outskirts of Beijing. After thinking about it, he felt that this move was more like... he was vaguely wary of them.

Over there, although Qiao Zhi was suspicious of Xiao Chengyou, Xiao Chengyou was instrumental in rescuing the driver. The emperor asked him to take care of him, so he could only come forward to send some good things every once in a while and pretend to care.

Fortunately, Xiao Chengyou was often taciturn, so he didn't have to worry about talking to him with nice words, so his job was relatively easy.

After Qiao Zhi finished delivering the things again, he walked out of the tent and saw Fu Ling sitting not far away, bored, holding a light green double-crane fan in his hand.

The carved ebony handle dangled on her slender fingertips, and when the delicate crane spread its wings and was about to fly, Fu Ling's fingertips suddenly paused, and she turned her head, and her twinkling almond eyes fell on Qiao Zhi.

"Mr. Factory Master, the banquet outside is very lively, and I want to go and see it."

Fu Ling bowed politely and asked before Qiao Zhi could react, "Since the assassin has been caught, why do you want to detain us and my wife here?"

Qiao Zhi frowned slightly, but the face of the imperial physician passing by him turned pale——

This was a famous nine-thousand-year-old man who looked easy-going but was extremely vicious in his methods. Even the queen in the palace had to give him a bit of a thumbs-down. It was a bit rash for a concubine who didn't know the inside story and dared to contradict her face to face.

The imperial doctor didn't pay attention, staggered, almost spilled the medicine bowl in his hand, and then walked away as if running away.

"The Crown Princess also knows that an assassin was encountered at the hunting ground on the outskirts of Beijing. Our family's move is naturally for the safety of His Royal Highness."

Qiao Zhi didn't seem to be annoyed, and said with a smile, "To be honest, Princess Concubine said that when Dongchang caught the assassin, he had already gritted his teeth and committed suicide. This clue has been broken, and the investigation cannot be carried out for the time being. No one can guarantee that nothing will happen in the future. "His Royal Highness has not recovered from his injuries. If he is in danger again, our family cannot afford it."

Qiao Zhi said, his eyes darkening.

He was also by the emperor's side when the assassins made a surprise attack. The rugged terrain in the mountains and forests of the hunting ground made him unprepared, and the assassin who was hiding in the dark almost succeeded.

The current situation is turbulent, and this is not the first time that the emperor has been assassinated. However, he has been in charge of Dongchang for many years and has almost never dealt with such a difficult case. After the assassin committed suicide by taking poison, all the evidence seemed to have disappeared, and no trace could be found.

The investigation was hindered. He pondered for a long time, and finally dug out a detail from the depths of his memories: when the leader of the assassins released the cold arrow contaminated with venom, the person he was vaguely aiming at was not the emperor... but someone unknown... Xiao Chengyou came to the emperor's side.

Qiao Zhi looked at Fu Ling, murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and he soon returned to his gentle and friendly appearance.