Wine and Frost

After all, the New Year is reunion with relatives.

Fu Shuang got up early, ready to pack some things, and went back to Xiangfu with Ruoqing.Fu Shuang took off the rabbit jade pendant around her neck, put it together with the headband carrying the rabbit pendant, and put it in a sandalwood box.

When Ling Xuehan was not around, he made a decision and let all the servants of the General's Mansion go back to reunite with their relatives.And he brought Ruoqing back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Fu Tanglin managed to meet his youngest son whom he had not seen for a long time, but seeing Fu Shuang's pale face and increasingly slender figure, his heart ached.

When Fu Miao saw Fu Shuang, she began to sigh how her silly brother had lost so much weight, the flesh on his face was gone, and he was almost skinny.

Seeing her father and elder brother, Fu Shuang finally showed some smiles, the corners of her eyes and brows were tender.

"I'm fine, I just have a bad appetite lately."

Fu Miao took her brother's skinny shoulders and said teasingly, "Cough, brother knows that the general has been away for several months, and Xiaoshuang misses you very much, but she has to eat, right?"

The smile on Fu Shuang's face gradually faded, but he didn't say anything.

It's just that the expression on Fu Shuang's face was caught in his father's eyes.

Fu Chengxiang is not like Fu Miao who can be fooled at will. He bypassed Fu Miao after the family had a happy meal and asked Fu Shuang to come to the study alone.

Fu Shuang entered the house, sat near the charcoal fire for warmth, and took off his thick winter clothes.He was dressed in plain brocade clothes, and after taking off his thick winter clothes, he was too slender.

"What's the matter?" Prime Minister Fu's voice was stern, but also filled with unquestionable concern.

Fu Shuang looked at her father firmly, and shook her head slowly.

"You can't lie to me, I'm not your brother."

Fu Shuang still didn't say anything, and the silence permeated between the father and son.

After a long time, Fu Shuang tightened her parched throat, and closed her eyes as if she had made up her mind.

"Father, have you ever asked Your Majesty why he gave you the marriage in the first place?"

"Your Majesty didn't say anything at first. Later, when I mentioned the Wei family, I checked it out and found out." Fu Tanglin stared closely at his sickly young son, and asked with a slight frown, "What are you doing?" ?”

Fu Shuang curved her lips weakly, "I just knew."

"If you knew at the beginning, this marriage is all about such thoughts." Fu Tanglin sighed, "Even if the whole family of Fu's family is beheaded, father doesn't want Shuang'er to suffer such grievances."

Fu Shuang parted her lips slightly, her eyes were filled with water vapor, she hummed lightly but shook her head.

"But I don't want anything to happen to the Fu family." Fu Shuang stared at her fingers in a daze, before smiling and saying, "For me, it's not worth it."

Fu Tanglin looked at his youngest son with a worried face, but still didn't say anything else, he just mentioned that Ye Chenyou came to the house to mention Fu Shuang's current illness.Seeing Fu Shuang now, he was even more convinced that Fu Shuang should not stay in the noisy Chang'an, and should go back to a quiet place to recuperate as soon as possible.

"Brother Ye has a heart..." Fu Shuang bit her lips lightly and said, "I will go back to the other courtyard. I just want to finish my birthday and I will be able to survive."

"Whatever you want, dad will approve."

Fu Shuang nodded, buried her face, the tears in the corners of her eyes drowned in the curvature of her lips.

Fu Shuang's birthday is before the Flower Festival, in early February.

In previous years, he had been raised in that mountain courtyard, and he never celebrated his birthday with his family.Originally, Prime Minister Fu wanted to keep him for a few more days, but Fu Shuang refused.He only said that he hoped that his father and elder brother could spend his birthday with him.

Fu Shuang returned to the General's Mansion after the New Year's Eve, and those servants were allowed to go home for the New Year's Eve, but they didn't dare to neglect, and returned to the General's Mansion as soon as possible to follow the steps.

He used to have a small appetite, but now that his health is getting worse, his appetite is much smaller.Every time Ruoqing sees him just filling his stomach with porridge, her heart aches.Coupled with the headache and insomnia, it has reached the point where it is impossible to fall asleep without the sachet beside the pillow.

Fu Shuang looked at himself in the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, who was so skinny and disfigured, he thought, a sick person like himself is really not worth it...

Ling Xuehan missed the New Year's appointment, but he never missed the birthday appointment.

The day before Fu Shuang's birthday, he finally rushed back in a hurry.He used to be the majestic General Zhenbei, but now he single-handedly left the army and rushed back alone.The wind and frost all over his body did not affect his peerless appearance. With a smile on his face, he unloaded the package on the horse and went directly into the mansion.

The weather seemed to be less cold, and Fu Shuang no longer huddled in front of the stove every day.He was staying in the study, and when he happened to reach for a book on the cabinet, he was hugged from behind.

Ling Xuehan greedily smelled the smell of the person in his arms, and the faint hair fragrance exuded a pleasant smell.

The smell of Fu Shuang.

Perhaps it was because of the long absence, or because Ling Xuehan was too excited to notice that Fu Shuang's body stiffened for a moment and then quickly relaxed.

Ling Xuehan tightly wrapped her arms around Fu Shuang's waist, buried her head in the neck of the person in front of her, and gently kissed the snow-white neck of the person in her arms.

"Ma'am, I really miss you."

The restraint around her waist seemed to be loosened, and Fu Shuang turned around lightly.Ling Xuehan was still dressed in the dust of the world, with a smile on his face, looking at Fu Shuang greedily.

Fu Shuang raised her hand and stroked the eyebrows of the person in front of her.

No matter how long it has been, she will never forget it. The one Fu Shuang has seen is the best look at her favorite eyebrows.

Fu Shuang bent the corners of her lips, stepped on her feet, pulled Ling Xuehan's sleeve, and pressed her lips against his.

Dry, fine lines, not soft either.

Ling Xuehan pinched the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.

When Fu Shuang was picked up horizontally, her hands naturally wrapped around Ling Xuehan's neck.He pressed his face firmly on that person's chest, yearning for the warmth, the tenderness, the love of this person, love the house and the crow.

After Ling Xuehan carried him back to the house, he realized that the dusty clothes on his body were really a nuisance, so he ordered someone to prepare hot water to wash up.

Fu Shuang just sat there for a while without moving. He squeezed his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was only after Ling Xuehan took a shower and changed that she remembered the package that had just left in the study, and forgot about it.He just casually glanced at the study room, but he always felt that something was missing.It's just that he was tired from the journey and didn't want to think about it.

When Ling Xuehan returned to the back room, she found that Fu Shuang's posture of being hugged and sitting on the mattress hadn't changed, and she felt something was wrong.Unable to bear the long-lost reunion and the objects in his arms, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly and he walked towards Fu Shuang.

Fu Shuang had already washed her hair, and the faint fragrance just now was also due to the use of some flower petals.Ling Xuehan reached out and hugged him, kissing the corner of his lips.Fu Shuang looked at him with beautiful almond eyes, which were bright.

Holding her arms around Ling Xuehan felt that something was wrong, and frowned.Fu Shuang was actually much thinner than when he left, and the few ounces of flesh that she had gained from eating sweets had completely disappeared, and her chin was too pointed.

"Why have you lost so much weight?" Ling Xuehan pinched his chin, her voice full of distress.

"I can't eat what you think." Fu Shuang blinked and even teased him.

Ling Xuehan didn't expect that Fu Shuang would make fun of him, so she reached out and brushed the hair of the person in her arms, and then kissed him for a long time.

Only then did he take out the contents of the package. It was a sandalwood box, the size of a book, with embossed patterns on it, and the color was deep purple.I saw Ling Xuehan directly opened the box, and there was a white jade bracelet inside, the bracelet was moist, delicate and transparent, even in that box, it exuded an incomparably beautiful luster.

Fu Shuang looked at the bracelet and then at Ling Xuehan, he lowered his eyes and bit his lip.

"This jade was originally left to me by my mother, a piece of Hetian jade." Ling Xuehan took out the white jade bracelet while talking, and then put the bracelet on Fu Shuang's slender wrist. "Your wrist is thin, so I'll let someone grind it down. It's just right now."

Ling Xuehan scratched Fu Shuang's nose and smiled softly, her peach eyes were full of affection.Fu Shuang's smile towards him was slightly stunned, and it took a while to recover.

The first thing Fu Shuang did was to reach out and try to take off the jade bracelet.Ling Xuehan immediately grabbed his hand and stopped his movement, "Oh, don't pick it, don't pick it, my mother said, this jade is for her daughter-in-law."

There was light in his eyes, burning Fu Shuang's heart.

"This is for Madam. In this life, it is yours. Once you put it on, you are not allowed to take it off."

Fu Shuang looked at him, but shook her head very lightly and slowly, "I can't...it can't be..."

Ling Xuehan directly embraced the person, squeezed his chin, and kissed him, choking Fu Shuang's words in his throat.She kept kissing until Fu Shuang was out of breath before letting go of him.

"Only you are worthy."

Fu Shuang lowered her head and did not answer.

He was always like this when he was shy, Ling Xuehan only thought that he was as shy as usual.He chuckled, put his arms around Fu Shuang's waist, and gently pushed her down on the quilt.

Fu Shuang was lying on her back, watching Ling Xuehan leaning gently on him, stroking her brows and eyes little by little, and kissing him little by little.The wound on the forehead had already scabbed and fallen off without any trace, as if nothing had changed.

Fu Shuang reached out and stroked Ling Xuehan's ear, and he trembled slightly when he heard his own voice.

"I'll help you."

Ling Xuehan stopped her movements, looked up, and stared closely at Fu Shuang's eyes.

Fu Shuang used his strength to sit on him.His pale fingers unskillfully unbuttoned Ling Xuehan's belt, and the skirt...

Because Ling Xuehan took pity on his weak body, he never asked him to do these flattering things.Fu Shuang lowered her eyes and lowered her body. First she reached out to hold it, then lowered her head and opened her lips.

His soft lips were gently sucked, the black hair spread over his shoulders, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with sweet ambiguity.

He was really stupid, he didn't do it well at all, and his teeth touched.But Ling Xuehan didn't speak, but gently stroked Fu Shuang's black hair.

When the love was strong, he pinched his pointed chin, kissed and hugged him while extinguishing the red candle.