Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 218 Daily life after marriage

Fu Heng reluctantly let go of his hand and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you then."

He lay alone on the bed, his eyes fixed on Wei Yingluo, his heart filled with worry and concern.

Wei Yingluo walked to the window and gently opened it.

The moonlight poured into the room like water, illuminating her beautiful face.

Sure enough, she saw a snow-white carrier pigeon.

The pigeon's feathers sparkled white in the moonlight.

Wei Yingluo quickly touched it, comforted the pigeon, and fed it the feed beside her. Her movements were gentle and skillful.

Then she removed the paper from its feet.

She stared at the words on the note, and saw that it said: "This trip is in vain. The Saint has already left for the capital, and the escort is chasing after her with the child."

Wei Yingluo read the note quickly, feeling disappointed. She sighed, and the sigh echoed in the silent room.

She walked to the desk, picked up the brush, and began to write a reply.

Her pen strokes were smooth and powerful as she wrote on the paper: "Be careful. Fu Heng and I will come to pick you up. Do everything as we said before." Her eyes were full of determination.

Fu Heng heard what Wei Yingluo said, and perhaps the group of people who had set out really sent a letter.

He sat up, walked to Wei Yingluo, and put his arms around her slender waist.

He asked, "Yingluo, what's wrong?" His voice was full of concern.

Wei Yingluo shook her head and said, "The situation is not optimistic. They failed to stop them. Just as you said, the people from the Huolan tribe are already on their way to the capital."

Her heart was filled with worries, and then she leaned against Fu Heng's chest. The warm and solid chest made her feel very safe.

Fu Heng hugged Wei Yingluo tighter in his arms and said, "Yingluo, don't worry. We will think about what to do in the next few days." His voice was steady and powerful, giving people a sense of security.

Wei Yingluo turned around, reached out her hands and hugged Fu Heng tightly, her face resting on his chest, listening to his thumping heartbeat, feeling extremely happy in her heart.

Fu Heng gently touched Wei Yingluo's scattered hair, his movements were gentle and full of love.

The two of them hugged each other quietly for a while, and Fu Heng finally couldn't bear it anymore.

His heart was filled with love and desire.

He picked up Wei Yingluo by the waist, his movements gentle yet powerful.

Fu Heng walked towards the bed eagerly. Their figures looked particularly warm under the moonlight.

On this quiet night, whether it is the family in the palace or the couple in Fucha Mansion, they are all in their own world, feeling love and warmth and enjoying this rare quiet time.

On the morning of the second day, the sunlight shone through the window lattice like a veil, sprinkling onto the exquisite bed.

Wei Yingluo was like a delicate flower slowly waking up in the morning light. She fluttered her long eyelashes slightly, and then slowly opened her eyes as clear as autumn water.

Yesterday's fatigue seemed to still linger in her limbs, but in this familiar room, lying next to Fu Heng, she slept very peacefully, as if she was wrapped in warm love, immersed in the sweet afterglow of a dream.

Wei Yingluo tilted her head slightly, expecting to see that the bed next to her was empty. After all, her mother said that Fu Heng would always get up early to practice swordplay.

Wei Yingluo imagined that scene.

In that courtyard, every morning, Fu Heng wore a neat training suit, and the long sword in his hand flashed coldly under the reflection of the rising sun.

The sword shadows fluttered like nimble silver snakes, accompanied by his steady and powerful steps, each move fully demonstrated his heroic spirit.

But unexpectedly, Fu Heng was still lying quietly beside him at this time, his face looked particularly peaceful in the soft light, like a beautiful painting.

Outside the window, raindrops fell like beads that had broken off the string, making a rustling sound. The raindrops were like notes played by nature, playing a continuous melody of rain.

Wei Yingluo listened quietly to the sound of rain outside the window. She looked at the world outside the window blurred by the rain, and a feeling of laziness surged in her heart. She didn't want to leave the warm bed.

So, like a kitten seeking warmth, she gently leaned towards Fu Heng, and then silently crawled into his broad and warm arms.

Fu Heng seemed to feel Wei Yingluo approaching in his sleep, and his arms subconsciously hugged Wei Yingluo.

At this moment, his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids, like the wings of a butterfly.

He clearly hadn't fully woken up from that deep sleep, but that subconscious hug was full of tenderness and love.

Wei Yingluo looked at Fu Heng's peaceful sleeping face, and an inexplicable tenderness surged in her heart.

She couldn't help but stretch out her slender fingers, which were as tender as scallions, and gently poked Fu Heng's cheek, which was as soft as a baby's.

The touch was delicate and warm, making her feel like she had discovered a new treasure, and she couldn't help but reach out and poke it again.

Just when Wei Yingluo poked Fu Heng's cheek for the second time, the corners of Fu Heng's mouth suddenly raised, revealing a faint smile, like the first flower blooming in spring.

Then he slowly opened his deep and bright eyes, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he reached out and began to tickle Wei Yingluo.

Wei Yingluo was caught off guard by his sudden action. She kept twisting her body in the quilt, trying her best to resist, and her silver bell-like laughter echoed in the room.

She said coquettishly: "Master, you pretended to sleep and deceived me!"

Fu Heng smiled softly, and the sound was like a clear mountain stream. He said, "I didn't. You woke me up."

As he spoke, he hugged Wei Yingluo tightly in his arms, his action full of doting.

He murmured to himself, "If only every day could be like today."

Wei Yingluo felt a warm feeling in her heart as she listened to Fu Heng's words.

Without hesitation, she raised her head, looked at the ceiling of the bed with exquisite carvings, and said firmly, "I will."

Fu Heng lowered his head, his gentle gaze seemed to melt everything. He gently kissed Wei Yingluo's forehead, and the soft touch felt like a feather brushing past.

He said happily, "Okay."

At this moment, Wei Yingluo seemed to suddenly remember something. She frowned and asked in confusion, "So what time is it now?"

Having said that, she turned and looked out the window.

The rain outside the window has stopped, and the sun is shining through the clouds. The light is bright and dazzling, and it is obviously sunny.

In fact, it was already past breakfast time.

In the solemn and dignified court, Master Fucha, dressed in court robes and an official hat, stood upright and listened attentively to the emperor's teachings.

Mrs. Fucha, who was in the mansion, had already gone shopping with her sisters.