"Hahaha, I'm hungry."

Unlike other young ladies who felt shy about this, Yang Yuekai actually smiled broadly.

Seeing her unscrupulous look, the old lady was a little unhappy, but she still asked people to pass on the meal.

When dinner was served, Fu Ling noticed the difference from usual.

Perhaps in order for Yang Yuekai to adapt, the kitchen cooked several delicacies unique to the frontier.

"I asked the dining room to arrange it," Xiao Chengyou said to the old lady, "Miss Yang is new here. I'm afraid she won't be used to the food in the capital."

General Yang has fought loyally with the general on the frontier for many years. Since the general has asked him to take care of Yang Yuekai, he cannot treat her badly.

"You are thoughtful." The old lady smiled faintly, and Yang Yuekai also happily praised Xiao Chengyou for his thoughtfulness.

Not only was there frontier food, but soon the kitchen also delivered special liquor.

Yang Yue's eyes lit up, and she took the first bite, saying it was delicious. Then she clinked her glasses with Xiao Chengyou vigorously, "Thank you, Your Highness, for the hospitality!"

Xiao Chengyou was slightly stunned holding the wine glass, but he still drank it all in one gulp and followed her topic to talk about the customs and culture of the border areas.

Looking at the happy scene in front of him, Fu Ling's face turned a little pale.

Even a cold person like Xiao Chengyou would care about whether Miss Yang was used to her diet.

She and Xiao Chengyou were just a couple who respected each other like guests on the surface, but in the more than twenty years that she had not known Xiao Chengyou, they had drank together like this so many times. How could those actions that she thought were intentional compared to clinging to each other? mutual affection……

An inexplicable panic flowed from the bottom of my heart.

As if she was holding a wisp of wind in her hand that she didn't know when it would dissipate, the uneasy feeling penetrated her body pervasively.

Fu Ling's brows furrowed slightly, and without much thought, he drank the wine at hand.

The spicy feeling passed through the mouth, stayed in the throat for a moment, and quickly reached the chest, burning up a fierce flame.

She had never drank such strong wine in her life. The moment the wine fell into her stomach, half of her cheeks turned red.

Fu Ling said nothing and drank another glass.

She said almost nothing during the entire dinner, and she didn't let anyone notice.

At the end of the day, the drunkenness was at its peak, and a dizzy feeling rushed into her mind like a mountain. A wave came down, and she seemed to be able to forget all the worries in the world, but she was still uneasy in her heart.

Xu Rong's voice seemed to ring in his ears: What does this mean compared to your mother's life?

Compared to what she had endured before, being mean was nothing.

She couldn't let it go any longer.

She was too afraid that if she worked hard, it would all be a dream in the end.

Even if the person Xiao Chengyou likes is not her, she still has to force it.

Fu Ling secretly made up his mind.

The old lady left first, followed closely by Fu Ling, stopping Xiao Chengyou's footsteps without hesitation.

"Husband, I made a ghost ball for you. Do you want to come to Wenyun Hall tonight to have a look?"

As if she was emboldened by strong alcohol, she smiled more relaxedly than usual, squinting her eyes slightly and tilting her head to look at him, her voice was so sweet that it was so sweet that it was so sweet that it was so sweet that it reached your bones.

After saying that, she looked at Yang Yuekai again, "It's getting late. My sister is tired from the journey, so she might as well go back to her room to rest early."

Without the discipline when he was awake, Fu Ling's soft "sister" almost knocked out Yang Yuekai's soul.

"Listen to sister's arrangements!" Yang Yuekai was excited and responded repeatedly.

As the footsteps of the crowd disappeared not far away, in a blink of an eye, only Fu Ling and Xiao Chengyou were left in the huge room.

He lowered his eyelashes and stared at Fu Ling with his dark eyes, reflecting her drunken face like a deep lake.

"What is the Ghost Ball?" Xiao Chengyou asked puzzledly.

"It can be used as a lamp, but also..." Fu Ling frowned, as if thinking, but soon she raised her eyebrows slightly, pulled Xiao Chengyou's sleeve and smiled lightly, "My husband will know it when he gets to Wenyun Hall."

She leaned very close to him, like a prostitute teasing a good woman.

Seemingly still a little impatient, Fu Ling added coquettishly, "Otherwise I wouldn't have told you."

Her fair and jade-like cheeks were steaming with wine at the moment, and were flushed with an intoxicating blush like peach blossoms. Her long eyelashes were flashing, and her twinkling eyes blended with the beautiful spring night, creating a kind of eye-catching beauty.

Xiao Chengyou was a little dazed for a moment. The fragrance of flowers and wine on her body entangled into a ball, wrapping him up. As the breath slowly penetrated his body, it seemed that he was also soaked by the alcohol, and his mind gradually became dizzy.

"Yeah." Xiao Chengyou responded in a low voice, letting Fu Ling hold his sleeve, "I'll just go with you."

The expectation and sincerity in her eyes were so obvious that he couldn't bear it for a moment, fearing that he would go against her will, and crystal tears would fall from his eyes.

On the first day he took office, he still had many files from Dali Temple that he had not finished reading, but he couldn't care less at the moment, so he had to signal Ashu to take them to Wenyun Hall.

Fu Ling didn't expect that Xiao Chengyou would abandon Yang Yuekai and agree to her invitation. She was a little happy for a moment and couldn't help but smile at the corners of her lips.

The spring scenery in the courtyard is deep, the flowers are fragrant, and the beauty smiles like a flower.

Fu Ling's soft, watery eyes stared at him without hesitation. The joy flowing in his eyes was like a fluttering feather. With the sparkling moonlight flowing on it, it swept back and forth on Xiao Chengyou's heart, and thin and dense numbness ran through his limbs. Hundreds of skeletons.

For a moment, he even felt that it wouldn't be a bad idea if he could indulge in this for the rest of his life.

Wenyuntang was not far away. Fu Lingfang settled down and excitedly told Xiang Lan to take out the magic ball and show it to Xiao Chengyou.

Even though Xiao Chengyou had seen many rare treasures, he could not help but be amazed by this ingenious craftsmanship.

"How is it?" Fu Ling smiled lightly and looked at the small candle in the ghost ball, "I put this in specially so that my husband can use it for lighting and review official documents late at night without feeling lonely. ”

Xiao Chengyou chewed the meaning of "loneliness" in her heart, and his fingertips slid over the complex and exquisite patterns on the surface of the ghost ball.

"Well done." He praised sincerely, his eyes reflecting the little candle flame, dancing with unknown emotions.

"That's natural," Fu Ling's eyes flashed with a trace of pride. Perhaps he was drunk and spoke uncontrollably, and added, "My husband doesn't know something. I took the ghost ball I made out to sell, and I can get this amount." !”

She stretched out her hands to count the numbers as if asking for credit, and then looked at Xiao Chengyou slyly, not noticing that Xiang Lan was winking hard at the side.

When Xiao Chengyou heard this, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Do you usually make money like this?"

Fu Ling said "hmm", a little confused, and then shook his head, "Husband, I won't tell you."

Xiang Lan on the side sighed in her heart, Xiao Chengyou quickly reacted and his expression became darker.

"I never considered this before," he said with some guilt, in a low voice, "The gift from the Holy Spirit and my salary from now on are all stored in your treasury. I will tell the old lady about this matter. There is no need to go through it." Aunt Chen’s hand.”

Fu Ling didn't expect this unexpected surprise and didn't even refuse. He just smiled and said, "Thank you, husband."

Her voice was very sweet, like soft and lingering mist, echoing in Xiao Chengyou's ears.

He was a little uncomfortable with Fu Ling's warm intimacy, so he hesitated a little and said, "I still have some official business to deal with, so you should rest first."

Ah Shu placed the file on the table, and Fu Ling did not interrupt. He pulled Xiang Lan out of the way and said, "I'm going back to my room first."

Before leaving, she suddenly stopped and winked at him, "My husband must come."