Wine and Frost

Chapter 9

Recently, a new chef came to the general's mansion. He is very good at making sweets. He can make soup, pastries and shortbread every day.Fu Shuang felt that she had been fed a lot recently, and even her face became rounder.Ling Xuehan also teased him, saying that it was more comfortable to hug him, and although he was angry and annoyed, he just blushed and ignored others, and had a temperament that could not be fierce.

Fu Shuang was going to the front hall to taste the white fungus and lotus seed soup, and she was holding a soup soup in her hand to keep warm.Tang Pozi wore a small soft suit made of rabbit fur, which was warm and not hot.

The weather was getting colder and it was already winter. Fu Shuangyuan was extremely afraid of the cold, wishing he could wrap himself up like a zongzi every day.

Fu Shuang was walking around in a daze holding Tang Pozi, and happened to meet Wei Lin who was visiting.

"Brother Wei!" There was a smile on the corner of Fu Shuang's mouth, and the dimples flickered slightly.

"Fu Xiaoshuang." Wei Lin looked at Fu Shuang's furry appearance, finally controlled the urge to touch Fu Shuang's head, and just smiled slightly with raised eyebrows.

"Why did you come here?" Fu Shuang tilted his head and asked, "Are you looking for Xuehan?"

"Well, there's a letter from the border asking him to go there in a month." Wei Lin took out a small sign from his pocket and waved it in front of Fu Shuang, "Your Majesty retained me as the commander of Feilongwei to protect the safety of the imperial city. I can't go with him."

After hearing this, Fu Shuang frowned and said in a muffled voice, "But Xuehan said he would take me to Jiangnan to play."

Wei Lin looked at him, but still couldn't control it, and raised his hand to pat Fu Shuang on the head, "Isn't there still a month left, you can go to Jiangnan to have a good time."

Ling Xuehan asked for leave and took Fu Shuang and the two of them down to Jiangnan in light clothes.

Since the failure of the Jiangnan King's rebellion to implicate the nine clans two years ago, there has been no vassal in Jiangnan, but the establishment of governors and county magistrates has not affected its prosperity at all.

Although it is winter, it will rain from time to time, and the white rain as fine as dust falls into this leisurely scenery.And the most famous in the south of the Yangtze River is the prosperous land of smoke and willows, the gentle and rich town.It's just that all of this has nothing to do with Fu Shuang, so it's naturally impossible for Ling Xuehan to take him to the Flower Street.

The ten-mile long street is brightly lit and full of voices.Although the cold wind is blowing, it does not affect the magnificence of this Lantern Festival.All kinds of lifelike goldfish lanterns, beautiful lotus lanterns, and simple and elegant official lanterns dazzled Fu Shuang.

There is also an endless stream of people watching the lanterns, and all kinds of colorful lanterns are like stars in the sky, shining brilliantly.

Fu Shuang was holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand while admiring the lanterns, biting them from time to time. He didn't eat much, but most of the candied haws went into Ling Xuehan's stomach.

Ling Xuehan saw a beautiful rabbit lantern at a roadside stall. The snow-white and fluffy rabbit lantern came alive under the light of the candles.The street was very noisy, Ling Xuehan was worried about Fu Shuang's body, and didn't want him to stay too long, so she bent down and asked in Fu Shuang's ear.

"Would you like to go back after buying this rabbit lamp?"

Fu Shuang nodded, took a bite of a candied hawthorn and chewed it in her mouth. The candied hawthorn was sour and sweet.Although he really wanted to put another Kongming lantern, but seeing Ling Xuehan's worried expression, he dared not say it.

Fu Shuang was holding the beautiful rabbit lantern in his hand, against the snow-white rabbit fur cape on his body, it was so exquisite, like a little fairy boy walking out of a portrait painting.

Ling Xuehan held Fu Shuang's hand tightly in the palm of his hand, and the two shuttled among the endless crowd.

In front of you is a group of people flying Kongming lanterns. Kongming lanterns represent wishes, and many people have made good wishes by putting on Kongming lanterns.One after another Kongming lanterns slowly rise in the bright night sky, drifting farther and farther away, looking like twinkling stars from a distance.People looked up at the lights in the sky, with expressions of expectation and satisfaction on their faces.

Ling Xuehan just glanced casually, and saw a familiar side face.He frowned imperceptibly, and when he tried to see more clearly, he was squeezed by the crowd and lost the direction of that person.Only a section of purple gauze could be vaguely seen blowing by the wind.

How could it be a woman?

Since the man fell off the cliff two years ago, although Cheng Moqi has declared to the world that the Jiangnan royal family is dead and has no more blood.Perhaps the sky was full of gorgeous fireworks, but after all, it still affected my judgment.

Ling Xuehan pressed his temples, then pulled Fu Shuang into his arms, and put his hands on his waist naturally.

Seeing him looking for someone just now, Fu Shuang blinked curiously.

"Xuehan, were you looking for someone just now?"

"The back looks like an old friend, but that person will not be a woman."

Crackling—it was actually setting off fireworks.

The sky is full of lights and glass, which makes the earth colorful.The fireworks exploded in the silent night sky. In this grand fireworks, the magnificence before it was shattered, and the huge noise when it exploded.Ling Xuehan covered Fu Shuang's ears, and put her lips gently on his powdered lips.The entrance is sweet and sour hawthorn flavor.

But after a while, the sky filled with fireworks gradually turned into waterfalls of stars falling slowly.

The two embraced and kissed affectionately amidst the splendid fireworks.

Before going back, Fu Shuang wanted to go to Lingyin Temple again, but the heartache and shortness of breath resurfaced, so she had to give up.

When the two returned from Jiangnan, Ling Xuehan would pack up and return to the barracks.The night before he left, Fu Shuang fell ill again and again, Ling Xuehan held her in his arms and took care of him all night, and all those charming thoughts in his heart were completely put away.

The next day Ling Xuehan originally wanted to leave the house early, but she didn't expect that Fu Shuang would struggle to get up to see him off, tugging at the hem of his clothes and gently telling him to come back early to celebrate the New Year together.

Ling Xuehan pinched his chin and kissed him hard for a long time before letting go, "Well, I will accompany you during the Chinese New Year and birthday."

Fu Shuangyuan opened his eyes, but they were full of smiles, "Ah, I forgot..."

"Yes. I will prepare a big gift for my wife for my husband."

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After Ling Xuehan left, Fu Shuang only felt deserted when she was sleeping alone at night.He still goes to the study room to write unfinished novels on weekdays. The previous books sold very well, and he wrote new stories.

When Ye Chen came over to give him a diagnosis and treatment, Fu Shuang happened to be in the study.

"Brother Ye."

Ye Chen took his pulse as usual and said everything is fine.He slightly raised the corner of his eyes, and saw the portrait that Fu Shuang hung beside him, which was the one that Ling Xuehan painted for him.

"The general really likes Young Master Fu." Ye Chen joked with a slight smile.

Fu Shuang blushed, didn't say anything but just lowered her head.

"He used to paint all the time." Ye Chen squinted his eyes as if he was remembering something, "Although he was born as a general, his piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy are no worse than those of the Hanlin Academy's bachelors."

Fu Shuang said in surprise, "This is so powerful."

Ye Chen looked at him leisurely, coughed lightly, "He drew a lot, but none of them were hung up."

Fu Shuang looked around, only to realize that there was indeed no scroll in the study except for a painting hanging on his side.

"Maybe it's put away..." Fu Shuang said with her lips pursed.

Ye Chen put the newly prepared medicine on the table, and smiled softly, "Look for it, maybe there is one, Mr. Fu also wants to see Xuehan's paintings?" After speaking, he took the medicine box and left.

Fu Shuang thought about it over and over again, and felt that it was not good to peek, but Ye Chen wanted to see the paintings drawn by Ling Xuehan very much.

He wandered around the room, but he still didn't dare to look through Ling Xuehan's books, for fear that there might be some important military secrets that would make him read them.Fu Shuang seemed to feel that the study was nothing, so he thought it would be better to ask Fu Ling to come in and ask.

Thinking of this, Fu Shuang wanted to go out, but accidentally slipped her foot and bumped into the white porcelain vase on the cabinet.The white porcelain vase, which was thought to fall to the ground and shatter, just turned in a circle, and then the wall of the study turned around.There is actually a secret room in this study.

Fu Shuang bit her lip, and walked in without restraining her curiosity.

I thought the secret room would be dark, but I didn't expect that although the room has no windows to let in light, it is illuminated by natural luminous crystal lamps, giving it a little bit of brilliance.

It was an ordinary room, where Ling Xuehan's painting utensils were stored, some carved cabinets stood up, and there seemed to be painting scrolls spread out on the mahogany table.

Fu Shuang walked over and found this unfinished painting spread flat on the table.The person in the painting was actually himself, and he was still wearing the brocade clothes he wore when he went to the palace for a banquet that day. The jade rabbit pendant around his neck and the dots of little rabbits on his hairband were all drawn out.Fu Shuang sat on the chair and looked at the painting carefully. Ling Xuehan painted it very carefully.In the painting, Fu Shuang's extremely beautiful apricot eyes are wide open, and the whole person is ignorant and innocent.

Fu Shuang glanced at the signature at the end of the painting.

Presented to my wife Fu Shuang.

Fu Shuang's face turned red immediately, and when he touched it with his hand, the temperature was a little hot.He glanced at the painting again, and found that the portrait was painted not long ago, and he got up to leave after a long time.When he passed the carved cabinet, he found that a cabinet door was not closed, and when he walked by, he was pressed by the things inside and opened the door.

It was also a bit of a coincidence that several scrolls landed at Fu Shuang's feet, and one of them broke free from the thin thread that bound it and fell apart.Fu Shuang squatted, trying to put away those scrolls, glanced at them casually, and was stunned when she saw the contents of the paintings.

What was painted on that painting was the scene of the grassland beyond the Great Wall, but there was actually a young boy lying face-to-face in the center of the painting.The young man was dressed in black clothes, with his eyes closed, the sun was shining on his face, and there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, his face was full of vigor.

It's just that the face with closed eyes is very similar to Fu Shuang's.

But Fu Shuang knew that it was not him, he had never been out of Chang'an.Fu Shuang unfolded the painting to the end in a strange way, and saw the place where the signature was written on it.

Give my love Wei Qie.

The painting time was actually seven years ago.This picture scroll is well preserved, perhaps because the painting paper is expensive or because the owner is careful.

Fu Shuang felt that long-spread heartache came up little by little.Enduring the pain, he stretched out his hand and tore apart a few paintings.They are all Wei Qi, all of them, the paintings in a cabinet are all Wei Qi.

Some were smiling, frowning, riding horses, dancing with swords... When Wei Qi opened his eyes, the flamboyant and reckless young man was completely different from Fu Shuang.

Fu Shuang seemed to be unable to hold back anymore, a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, he let go of the paintings, and tightly covered his mouth, not daring to let the blood fall on those paintings.He wiped away the tears and blood with his own clothes, and then he dared to tidy up and fold those scrolls into the cabinet with his clean hands.

He slammed the cabinet door shut, as if his body could no longer support himself, he slid to the ground.