Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

At night, the watery moonlight shines through the carved window lattices and into the house.

Huixin gently took off Wei Yingluo's hair bun. Her movements were skillful yet hesitant, and her expression showed that she wanted to say something but stopped.

"Hui Xin, do you have anything to say?" Wei Yingluo keenly noticed Hui Xin's abnormality and asked curiously.

"Madam, do you still remember Qinglian, the little maid who delivered clothes to you in our house?" Huixin took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to speak.

Wei Yingluo nodded gently, "I have some impression." Her voice was gentle and crisp, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains.

"She pulled me aside today and kept asking me about you. She looked like she was possessed. I also heard from other servants that she has been asking around about things recently. I saw that she had ill intentions, so I slapped her face."

“But the young master felt sorry for her and stopped me. Someone like her must be plotting something bad against the young master!

"Huixin became more and more excited as she spoke, and her voice unconsciously rose a few degrees.

Wei Yingluo frowned, feeling a little confused.

Her loyalty and love for Fu Heng were unwavering, and naturally she believed in Fu Heng's character.

But Qinglian's behavior was indeed a little strange, which made her alert. "What is she asking?"

"Asking why you came to marry into the Fucha Mansion, and also asking about the Queen's other senior palace maids, someone like Sitara?" Hui Xin frowned, trying hard to recall Qinglian's questions.

"Xitalarqing?" Wei Yingluo was slightly stunned, and some past scenes quickly flashed through her mind.

"Yes, yes, that's the name." Huixin nodded repeatedly. Her puzzled expression was like a lost child.

"She was very curious and kept asking why it wasn't Er Qing who married the young master."

Wei Yingluo fell into deep thought, and after a moment, she suddenly realized something.

This Qinglian, I think, is the little maidservant who was punished by Erqing in the past, and she was also the fuse that caused the complete separation between her and Fu Heng... It seems that she has also been reborn.

Have to guard against it.

The night is deep and quiet. The watery moonlight shines through the window screen and sprinkles in every corner of the room.

In the room, red candles flickered gently, and the warm candlelight illuminated Wei Yingluo's beautiful face.

She was wearing a light pink nightgown, the soft silk fit her skin well, and her long hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, as smooth and soft as black satin.

Fu Heng walked slowly into the room. He was wearing a white robe with his white sleeves fluttering in the wind, like an immortal descending to earth.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his steps were firm and light. When his eyes fell on Wei Yingluo, they instantly became as gentle as water, as if he could melt people into it.

"Yingluo, I'm much better now." Fu Heng's voice was deep and magnetic, like a mellow wine.

He walked gently to Wei Yingluo, stretched out his slender fingers, took her hand, slowly placed it on his chest, and said softly: "If you don't believe me, feel it."

Wei Yingluo lowered her head slightly, and her cheeks were instantly flushed with a bright red like the sunset. Her shy look made people feel pity for her.

"Fu Heng, it's not possible now. You need to recuperate for another three days."

Fu Heng gently embraced Wei Yingluo in his arms. Her silky hair brushed his cheek lightly, emitting a faint fragrance that intoxicated him.

"Yingluo, stop torturing me." There was a hint of pleading in his voice, and his affectionate gaze seemed to be able to penetrate Wei Yingluo's soul.

Wei Yingluo leaned on Fu Heng's chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, her heart filled with warmth.

She looked up at Fu Heng, whose handsome face was even more charming under the candlelight. She couldn't help but smile, "So am I. Wait a minute."

Fu Heng lowered his head and kissed Wei Yingluo on her forehead. The gentle touch was like a spring breeze blowing through flower petals, making Wei Yingluo tremble slightly.

His kisses fell as lightly as feathers, from forehead to cheeks, and then to lips. Each kiss was filled with endless affection and attachment.

Wei Yingluo closed her eyes and responded to Fu Heng's kiss. The two people's breath intertwined, sweet and hot, as if the whole world only had them each other.

They lay in each other's arms, holding each other's hands tightly, as if they never wanted to be separated.

Fu Heng whispered his vision for the future, "Yingluo, we will always be together in the future. No matter the weather, I will protect you."

His voice was full of determination and commitment, as solemn as a vow.

Wei Yingluo raised the corners of her mouth and revealed a happy smile, "Okay, with you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

Inside the red tent, it was warm as spring. They were immersed in each other's love and temporarily forgot all the troubles in the world.