My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Huaying looked at the beautiful Tian family courtyard that she had built, and then looked at Fu Shiyan who was sitting on a recliner reading a book, and she had a feeling that time was peaceful and quiet.

At night, Huaying washed up early and went to bed.

The window of the next room was opened again, and Fu Lei saluted and said, "Master, there is news about the eldest son."

Fu Shiyan paused for a moment, then continued writing, "Say."

"The people lying in ambush at the border saw a man who looked like the eldest son a few days ago, appearing in the military camp of General Bai Shu. Our people went to investigate and found that apart from his similar appearance, the rest of his information did not match that of the eldest son."

"Investigate further and let Fu Feng find a way to enter the military camp to protect and investigate this person." Fu Shiyan pinched his sore brows.

Fu Lei took the order, saluted, and climbed out the window.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded outside the window. Huaying was instantly awakened and shrank into the quilt. Then another loud thunder sounded, which scared Huaying so much that she screamed.

She has been afraid of the dark, thunder and firecrackers since she was a child. Every time there was thunder, she would curl up in her bed and dare not move.

When Fu Shiyan heard her cry, he came over and knocked on her door. Huaying was covered with the quilt, with only her little face exposed. She got out of bed tremblingly and opened the door.

Fu Shiyan couldn't help laughing when he saw her covered with the quilt. She wasn't afraid of falling into a pit, but was afraid of thunder?

"Go to sleep. I'll go back after you fall asleep." Fu Shiyan put the candle on the table with a book in his hand.

Huaying curled up in the quilt and fell asleep peacefully again. Fu Shiyan looked at her peaceful sleeping face and fell into deep thought.

How could the only daughter of the left prime minister do rough work, wash clothes and cook, and have so many strange ideas?

Moreover, she had never been seen with even the simplest bun, only a pigtail.

I had heard my father mention this young lady before. She had been treated as the apple of the eye by Prime Minister Zuo’s family since she was young. She was excellent in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, etiquette and family education.

But the Huaying in front of him was very different from the Miss Jiao in the legend. If it weren't for the identical face, he would have suspected that they were not the same person.

I remembered what my father said before he died: "Go find Zuo Cheng." What did it mean?

Could he be the murderer? Even if he is not the murderer, he should know some inside information that I don’t know.

Huaying was dreaming that she and Gu Ling were playing hide-and-seek in an orphanage. Gu Ling hid and she went to find him.

"Gu Ling, Gu Ling, Gu Ling." Huaying whispered softly in her sleep.

Fu Shiyan heard clearly the name of another person she called out, his eyes moved slightly, with a trace of burning jealousy in his heart. He leaned close to her ear and whispered with a ghostly smile, "Huaying, you were the first to break into my world, so don't let me down."

The warm candlelight reflected her delicate face, her long black hair fell on the clean pillow, and her moist and smooth red lips were slightly opened, like a newly opened flower, making him want to get closer.

Fu Shiyan's fingers gently stroked her cheek, stopped at her chin, and gently lifted the sleeping face towards him.

He lowered his head and kissed her red lips. Those lips were as soft and sweet as he imagined. Ever since she broke into his world, he, who was always proud of his calmness and self-control, lost control for her again and again. He gently held Huaying's neck with one hand and slowly deepened the kiss...

The next day, Huaying woke up to the sound of drizzling rain. She had wanted to go to town today, but it seemed that she could not go.

Feeling her lips a little swollen, Huaying bit her lips subconsciously, wondering if there were mosquitoes that day?

Recalling the scene last night when Fu Shiyan accompanied her because he was worried about her and afraid of thunder, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Huaying, who had been lying in bed for a while, got up reluctantly, opened the door and saw that the flowers and plants planted in the yard looked even greener because of the rain.

While eating breakfast, Fu Shiyan peeled eggs for her and glanced at her lips intentionally or unintentionally, "Who is Gu Ling?"

Huaying looked at him with wide eyes in shock, "How do you know Gu Ling?"

"This is the name you called out in your dream last night." Fu Shiyan handed her a peeled egg.

"He is my childhood friend, and we grew up together. He always gives me fun and delicious things. He is like my brother, but I will never see him again." He lowered his head in disappointment and took a small bite of the egg silently.

Fu Shiyan didn't respond, but just moved the soup in front of her.

On a rainy day, Huaying was wandering around the house bored, without a cell phone or a computer... Alas... there was still no work to do.

Fu Shiyan called her from the room. Huaying thought he had a legache and walked over quickly. As soon as he entered the room, he handed her a book. Huaying sat on the high stool opposite him and started reading. Her feet still couldn't reach the ground, and her feet were dangling under the chair...

I recognized most of the words in the book, but for the words I didn't recognize, I guessed based on the meaning of the previous and next sentences or what words they looked like.

After reading for a while, Huaying felt that the ancient articles were too difficult to read and too official...

Huaying gradually fell asleep. Fu Shiyan came over and picked up the book covering her face. He saw that she had already read the tenth chapter. It seemed that she could not only draw but also read.

He gently picked her up and placed her on his bed. He gently kissed her slightly swollen red lips that were caused by his kiss last night, covered her with the quilt, and returned to the table to continue copying books.