Wine and Frost

According to Ruoqing, the story book sold very well, to the point where it was well known on the street.

But Fu Shuang couldn't be happy because of Ling Xuehan's attitude these days.Even though he was as dull as him, he could feel Ling Xuehan's indifference in recent days.It's strange to say, knowing that he was the one who resisted when he was offered a marriage, but it was also he who was in a state of confusion when he actually met someone.

He didn't think much, he just looked at that person's good looks, and felt that he was good everywhere, thinking of being greedy and seeing that person every day.He also knew that this was not a love affair, at most it was just his own wishful thinking.

It's just that Fu Shuang felt that no matter what happened, it was better to explain it clearly.He had no contact with people since he was a child, and he grew up in that remote and quiet place, so he couldn't stand the twists and turns.

I wanted to talk to Ling Xuehan about these things before he went to court, but I still overslept naturally.He also had no choice but to wait for Ling Xuehan to come back to his residence with his sleepy and lazy habit.It's just that the affairs of the court are complicated and complicated, and there is often no definite number.

As a result, after waiting, it was late at night.

Fu Shuang sat in front of the round table in the room bored, propping his chin with his right hand, and choked on a bowl of refreshing soup.He tilted his head and leaned against the table, scraping the teacup with his left hand.There is a book of stories on the table. I wanted to read it to relieve my boredom, but the more I read it, the more bored I was, and I was so sleepy.

"Young master, I think it's better to go to bed first, this slave girl. Waiting like this is not an option."

Ruoqing put away the empty bowl and reached out to pat Fu Shuang's back lightly.At the same time, she was also worried about Fu Shuang's body.

Fu Shuang shook her head, then coughed twice, "Ruoqing, help me to see if the general is back."

"Yes."

Ruoqing pushed open the door and went out. After a while, Fu Shuang heard a noise outside the house, he got up full of doubts and went to open the door.

Facing Fuling Ruoqing outside the door, and Ling Xuehan who was being supported by two servants.At this moment, Ling Xuehan seemed to be so dizzy that she couldn't even stand still, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be asleep.

"What's going on here?"

"Young master, the general is drunk." Fu Ling replied softly.

Ling Xuehan was afraid that Fu Shuang would not be used to being called his wife, so he ordered his servants to follow Ruoqing to address Fu Shuang as young master.

Fu Shuang opened her lips, and then responded softly, "Then, quickly help him in."

The figure swayed, and the crisp sound of the bead curtain being lifted was heard.

Fu Shuang stayed aside, wanted to help, but didn't expect Ling Xuehan to open his eyes at this time, and met his eyes again.There was a beautiful smile on the corner of his lips, his peach eyes were full of tenderness, he took Fu Shuang with one hand, fell directly on the person, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Ah..." Fu Shuang took several steps back under the pressure.This man reeked of alcohol, almost completely drunk.Ling Xuehan has practiced martial arts all year round, so his body and bones are naturally not comparable to the ailing Fu Shuang.

"Young master, this." Fu Ling cried out worriedly, seeing Fu Shuang unable to stand up straight under the general's pressure.

"It's okay, I'll help him to rest there, you guys go get some hot water."

"Yes."

After Ruoqing, Fu Ling and the others went out, Fu Shuang stabilized her figure, reached out to help Ling Xuehan's waist, and gently led her to the side of the bed.There is a lot of difference between the two when they are single, not to mention Fu Shuang's sick body.

No, just walking near the round table, Fu Shuang accidentally sprained her foot, and her body was tilted, and her waist bumped against the edge of the table.Fortunately, it was a round table, and the corners were not knocked.

At this moment, Ling Xuehan was leaning on him, and her feet began to feel faintly sore again. Fu Shuang raised her face aggrieved, and beat the person on her body with her hands.

"You're dead." There was always a coquettish softness in his voice, and now there was a bit of complaint.

Ling Xuehan originally had his eyes closed, but slowly opened them as if he heard something.

Fu Shuang thought he was sober, so she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, but her hand was tightly grasped, and in an instant, she was also pressed down in front of the round table.

Ling Xuehan grabbed his hand indiscriminately and stuck it to her face. She was obviously still drunk, but she looked at him with burning eyes.

"I saw your brother today." His voice was drunk, and the smell of alcohol sprayed on Fu Shuang's face as soon as he spoke.

"Well...how much did you drink?"

"He brought spirits from the northwest, I drank a few more glasses." Ling Xuehan said, and kissed Fu Shuang's hand again, with slender fingers and round nails.He said with a half-smile, "I should bring you some, you like to drink too."

His beautiful peach blossom eyes were still staring at Fu Shuang.

Hearing this, Fu Shuang thought for a while, but still looked at him suspiciously, "Are you drinking with my brother?" Then she thought, maybe the two met after the wedding banquet.

"But I don't like drinking." He muttered in a low voice, "How many times have you drank like this? You must have drank several jars."

Ling Xuehan's consciousness has long been blurred, he could only see the bright red lips of the person below him opening and closing, but he couldn't hear what he said clearly.

Only then did Ling Xuehan carefully put down Fu Shuang's hand, and reached out to hug the person in front of her tightly, face to face, nose to nose, and kissed carefully.

Only then did Fu Shuang close her eyes, and stretched out her hands to wrap around Ling Xuehan's back, her fingertips tightly grasping the man's clothes.

The scorching breath belonging to Ling Xuehan rushed towards her face, and her warm and hot lips pressed tightly against her, tossing and turning to find the exit.

"Uh...uh!" Fu Shuang felt that she was breathless from being kissed, so she could only reach out and grab the corner of the person in front of her, looking at the person in front of her with blurred eyes.

Fu Shuang, who was finally let go, had no time to vent her anger loudly, and was licked and bitten again and kissed her throat.

"Ling Xuehan...don't, don't bite."

Fu Shuang seemed to be extremely uncomfortable, and the hand on Ling Xuehan's shoulder did not dare to push it hard.

Only then did Ling Xuehan let go of him, and pinched his chin with his hands, but at this moment, there was an indistinct emotion in his beautiful peach eyes.

"..."

"Huh?" Ling Xuehan's murmur was so soft that Fu Shuang couldn't hear what he was saying.

"... Ah Chi..."

Ling Xuehan suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Fu Shuang's head, bent down and kissed her head and face, and directly pressed Fu Shuang on the round table to lie on her back.

Fu Shuang was dizzy under the weight of this man, and couldn't think about the man's murmurs at all.

Fu Shuang had no choice but to wrap her arms around the man's neck obediently, allowing the restless hands of the man in front of her to caress her body little by little, pull her belt a little bit, and pull her clothes away a little bit.Fu Shuang's body was extremely fair, and under the flickering candlelight, her ambiguity was even more apparent.

Fu Shuang still felt great pain when Ling Xuehan pressed her up.This person smelled of alcohol, even the kiss was full of drunkenness.Fu Shuang's weeping breathing was even more alluring.

At the end, Ling Xuehan seemed to be completely drunk. After he let go of Fu Shuang's legs and withdrew from his body, he fell on Fu Shuang and remained motionless.

Fu Shuang pushed the person on her back with great effort, and got off the round table tremblingly, unable to even stand firmly.

His hand tying the clothes was also trembling slightly, he put on the clothes indiscriminately, he didn't care about the pain in his feet, he even pulled and dragged Ling Xuehan, who was completely drunk, onto the bed, and then took the quilt and gave it to him indiscriminately. People cover.

Only then did he recall the discomfort on his body, as if something was dripping down, his cheeks were slightly red, and he tightened his clothes again.

Fuling and Ruoqing had brought hot water just now, but they heard some small noises in the house, so they dared not knock on the door.After waiting outside the door for a long time, the hot water was cold, so I had to step back and fetch water again.

When the two of them turned on the hot water again and knocked on the door, Fu Shuang sat on the edge of the bed powerlessly and let them in weakly.

Young Master Fu's clothes are disheveled, his long hair is disheveled, his eyes are wet, and there are traces in the room, everything reveals what happened just now.

Fuling and Ruoqing looked at each other and said: "Young master, go take a bath and change your clothes, the general has servants to wash and wash."

Fu Shuang said hello in a hoarse voice, and was supported by Ruoqing to take a bath in another room.

Fu Shuang was completely immersed in the wooden bucket, some petals were sprinkled in the hot water, the area behind her was still very sticky and sticky, her face was blushing, and she washed her body by herself.

When Fu Shuang returned to the room, those traces had already been cleaned up.Ling Xuehan had already changed into clean clothes, but he was in a deep sleep.Fu Shuang just thought of the pain in her feet, so she rubbed some medicated oil on it, and her body smelled bad of medicated oil.He wrinkled his nose, waved his hands, blew out the lights in the room, reached out his hands in the dark, lifted the quilt and lay down on the mattress.

That night Ling Xuehan slept very restlessly.

He dreamed about seven years ago, about Wei Qi.

Teenagers who don't know love and hate are the most excited in their lives.

He was only 17 years old when he died, and he died at such a flamboyant age.

Ling Xuehan once sat in Wei Qie's cemetery for half a month, like a walking corpse, drunk every day.After being woken up by old general Ling's slap, he restrained all his emotions about Wei Qie, and spent several years deceiving himself.

He thought about why he wasn't the one who died, and why he didn't stop Wei Qie from blocking himself.

The only thing I don't want to understand is Wei Qie, and before he dies, let him forget that he lived a good life.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name again, the voice was very soft, but he called it over and over again.He caught up with the person in front of him, but saw a pair of beautiful almond eyes.

He was out of breath, and a fishy sweetness rose in his throat.Sitting up suddenly, he saw the arms wrapped around his waist.

Fu Shuang slept soundly, as if dreaming of something good, with a smile on the corners of her eyes and brows.

Ling Xuehan's hand stroked Fu Shuang's eyebrows little by little, lying on his side, and embraced the person in front of him.Kissing Fu Shuang's eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and the corners of his lips delicately.

He was reluctant to let go of this person, he couldn't tell if it was love or something else.

Even if he resents or hates her in the end, he won't let her go.

Won't lose it a second time.