Wine and Frost

The news that Fu Miao entered the Imperial Academy as a court painter on a certain date reached the General's Mansion on the same day.

At that time, Fu Shuang was lying on her back on the imperial concubine's couch in the courtyard, with a script on her face, sleeping very comfortably.The words that covered her face were suddenly taken away, and the sunlight was a little dazzling. Fu Shuang slowly opened her eyes, and met a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Sleepy." Fu Shuang rubbed her eyes and murmured.

Ling Xuehan bent down, supported Fu Shuang's back, put one hand under his knees, and hugged him in his arms.

"Don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold."

Fu Shuang wrapped her arms around Ling Xuehan's neck subconsciously. At this moment, he was mostly awake, and after shaking his head, he leaned his head on Ling Xuehan's chest.

"My brother has joined the Imperial Academy as a painter." Fu Shuang laughed unconsciously while talking, "He has always been good at painting."

"Did I draw it for you?"

Fu Shuang shook her head, "Before I stayed in the other courtyard, every time I came to see me, I couldn't bring my painting tools."

"Then I'll come?"

After Ling Xuehan carried him into the back room, he leaned back on the chair, and Fu Shuang sat on his lap in this posture.

Fu Shuang still wrapped her arms around the neck of the person in front of her, and looked at him suspiciously, "Can Xuehan also draw?"

Ling Xuehan squeezed Fu Shuang's pointed chin very smoothly, "I am best at drawing portraits."

"Why don't you change your clothes, madam?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to wear this?" Fu Shuang looked at the water-blue shirt on her body and felt that there was no need to change it.

Ling Xuehan leaned closer to Fu Shuang, bit his ear and said, "I want to draw Madam wearing a wedding dress."

After the servants brought the painting tools, Fu Shuang searched the cabinet for the wedding dress she wore on her wedding day and changed into it.Fu Shuang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror and tugged at her belt. She took off her hair tie, and her long black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.

Ling Xuehan stood behind him, gently holding his hair, and tied it with a hair tie.

It's just that there is a small jade rabbit tied at the end of the headband, which looks like a jade carving in powder, and it is faintly visible on the side of the hair after the hair is tied.

Fu Shuang reached out and touched the little jade rabbit on the hairband, and blinked.

"Why do you keep giving me rabbits recently?"

Ling Xuehan surrounded him from behind, resting her chin on his left shoulder.

"It's very suitable for your wife, isn't it?" He kissed Fu Shuangxue's white neck, "Sit on the bed? Make it more comfortable."

"Well, good."

Fu Shuang sat lazily, with her head resting on the veil, pinching the corner of her clothes with her left hand, watching the person opposite her seriously painting.Because it was really tired in spring and autumn, it was too comfortable and accidentally fell asleep for a while.It wasn't until he woke up with his head pounded that he realized that Ling Xuehan had finished drawing.

Fu Shuang immediately got up and went over to look at the painting, walking too hastily and staggered a bit.

"Ah, why are his eyes closed?" Fu Shuang looked at the painting, thinking that everything else was fine, but he painted his stupid sleeping figure to a full-bodied vividness. "I just fell asleep for a while."

Ling Xuehan glanced at the painting with downcast eyes. The person in the painting was leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, his eyelashes propped up like a small fan.

"Then change the eyes here?"

Fu Shuang looked at the painting carefully again, and felt that if the eyes were modified, the charm of the whole painting seemed to be different, so she shook her head slightly.

"Xuehan, I want to hang it in the study."

"It will be framed later and I will give it to you."

"Okay, okay." Fu Shuang replied with crooked eyebrows.

Ling Xuehan casually mentioned that day that he wanted to teach Fu Shuang how to dance the sword, but it was delayed because of the troubled court.It wasn't until Fu Shuang timidly asked him about sword practice that he realized that choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun, so he chose two rare days off to teach Fu Shuang how to practice sword.

Although the weather is crisp and sunny in autumn.

But the day was chosen very wrongly.

Fu Shuang had been in high spirits since getting up in the morning. At this moment, she changed into a short shirt and entered the outer courtyard, and saw Ling Xuehan was already waiting there.

Ling Xuehan wore the sword bestowed by the emperor with an absent-minded look, and there was also a little sadness between his handsome brows, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Xuehan, I'm fine." Fu Shuang looked like a little rabbit, her black eyes were full of anticipation.

"Ah."

Ling Xuehan didn't say anything, but just taught him some extremely basic movements, such as how to hold a sword and how to make the foot more stable.

He was really absent-minded, and his thoughts had already drifted to the boy who danced the sword under the moon.

Tomorrow is Wei Qi's memorial day, and he can't calm down his inner emotions.Love is parted, resentment and hatred are met, and nothing can be asked for.All kinds of emotions spread in his heart, and he seemed to have tasted them all.

It's just that Fu Shuang is not Wei Qi, he has never held a sword, and his physique is much worse than ordinary people.After Ye Chen diagnosed and treated him, all the medicines prescribed by Li Taiyi stopped, and Ye Chen prepared new medicines.Originally, after taking the medicine modified by Ye Chen, Fu Shuang felt that her physique had improved a lot, but recently she always felt very stuffy in her heart.

Biting her lip, Fu Shuang raised her face aggrievedly and glanced at Ling Xuehan, but said nothing.He just felt more and more out of breath.

Ling Xuehan dragged his arm to teach him how to hold the sword, crooked.Fu Shuang felt that she couldn't hold the sword anymore, she loosened her grip, and with a bang, the sword fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I, I..."

Fu Shuang pressed her heart and panted with her lips slightly parted. She wanted to go back to her room to get the medicine Ye Chen prescribed for him, but Ling Xuehan grabbed her wrist.

"I'm going to get some medicine, I..."

Ling Xuehan pulled his hair back, pushed him down on the stone platform, and kissed him deeply.Ruoqing, Fuling and many other servants were waiting on the sidelines, they could only lower their eyebrows when they saw this scene.

The chin was pinched, and he could only let the man kiss him whatever he wanted, and when he was let go, he panted slightly, with bright red lips, and confused eyes that seemed to have been bullied a lot.

Fu Shuang still pressed her heart tightly, and her breath became more and more disordered.Only then did Ling Xuehan break away from those complicated emotions, and realized that something was wrong with the person in her arms.

"Fu Shuang, what's wrong with you?"

"Medicine, medicine... Ruoqing..." Fu Shuang couldn't even utter a complete sentence as her heart throbbed with pain.

Today, Ye Chen came over to treat Fu Shuang as usual, but when he saw them practice swords, he stood at a distance and watched the movement in the yard but did not come.Now seeing Fu Shuang's sickness, he hurried over with the medical kit.

"Take him back to the house."

Ling Xuehan picked up Fu Shuang and hurried back to the house, took the pills from Ruoqing and fed them to Fu Shuang.Fu Shuang stopped pressing her heart, but her breath gradually weakened, and she lay on her back on the bed, still holding onto Ling Xuehan's sleeve.

Ye Chen prescribed another dose of medicine and ordered his servants to fetch it, and poured the first-aid pills into Fu Shuang with tea.

Only then did Fu Shuang's out of breath situation improve.

"I will adjust the composition of the pill again. The symptoms have not changed, but it was stimulated today. Also, his physique is not suitable for sword practice at all."

Fu Shuang bit her lip, and wanted to say that she felt more and more uncomfortable today, maybe it was because of the recurrence of the illness, but he couldn't speak now, and he was so tired.Ye Chen and Ling Xuehan left the room after Fu Shuang fell asleep.

"I always only hear newcomers laughing but not old ones crying." Before leaving, Ye Chen said coldly with his back to Ling Xue outside the door, "Just don't forget what day is tomorrow, General."

Ling Xuehan didn't respond, but just stared at Ye Chen with a gloomy expression, staring him out the door before looking back.

Perhaps it was because of falling asleep during the day, but Fu Shuang was more energetic at night.Those nasty symptoms seemed to have disappeared. He had a small soft pillow on his waist and read carefully with a scripture book in his hand.

With a snap, someone pulled the book back.

"Why are you reading so late?" Ling Xuehan casually threw the book on the low cabinet in front of the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.His long black hair was still slightly damp.

"But I can't sleep." Fu Shuang said softly, "And I don't feel bad anymore."

Seeing Ling Xuehan frowning at him, Fu Shuang took his hand and placed it on her heart.

"Really, it's not uncomfortable."

"Practice the sword, I will still practice well..."

"Today is just that I haven't taken my medicine properly in the past few days, I..."

Ling Xuehan grabbed the person in front of her and wrapped her in her arms, and pressed Fu Shuang's head on her chest, and the slight moisture left in her hair carelessly rubbed against Fu Shuang's cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Ling Xuehan hugged Fu Shuang tightly and apologized softly.

Fu Shuang put her arms around his waist and rubbed against the man's chest, as if to wipe away the moisture.

"Ling Xuehan..."

"Ok?"

Fu Shuang raised her face slightly, as if smiling softly, "I, I like you." After a pause, "I want to have a good time with you..."

Ling Xuehan hugged him gently, and put a kiss on Fu Shuang's lips.

He heard himself answer, "Yeah."

Wei Qie sacrificed to the sun.

It was obviously only late autumn, but the wind was so strong that day, it hurt people's faces like a knife cut.

Ling Xuehan asked for leave early, and now went to Wei Qi's tomb, Wei Lin and Ye Chen were also there.All three worshiped silently.Since then Ling Xuehan has been kneeling and sitting in front of Wei Qi's tomb.

"Are you planning to tell Wei Qi about Fu Shuang?" Ye Chen's voice was still cold, he squinted his eyes and squinted at Ling Xuehan, the emotion in his eyes was unclear.

Ling Xuehan didn't respond to him, not even turning his eyes.

Wei Lin looked at the strange two people in front of him, and interjected at the right time, "Fu Shuang? I saw him before."

"When?" Ling Xuehan was still kneeling, without turning her head, her voice was steady.

"Just a few days ago, I happened to see someone stealing his wallet, but I helped teach the thief a lesson."

"Brother Lin saw it too?" There seemed to be a hint of a smile in Ye Chen's voice, "They look alike, but if you close your eyes, they will be exactly the same."

"Aqia has been gone for seven years." Wei Lin looked at the white bouquet in front of his younger brother's grave, and at Ling Xuehan who had been kneeling all this time, closed his eyes slightly and continued, "How do you look at Fu Shuang now?" of?"

Ling Xuehan was still speechless.

"He's a good boy, 17 years old."

Only then did Ling Xuehan raise his eyes and meet Wei Lin's gaze.

Wei Lin didn't pause, "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Ye Chen's expression darkened, and he stared closely at the two people in front of him.