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

Chapter 213 Entering the palace to express gratitude

In the inner room of Fucha Mansion, Wei Yingluo's soft hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes were like a pool of spring water, clear to the bottom, full of love and trust. She turned slightly to allow Fu Heng to draw her eyebrows more conveniently.

Fu Cha Fu Heng was dressed in solemn court robes, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, the color of his eyebrows was like the dark green hills in the distance, deep and quiet.

He focused on tapping Wei Yingluo's brows, the strokes were as gentle as a breeze blowing across the lake, causing slight ripples.

He outlined it carefully, as if what he held in his hand was not an eyebrow pencil but the most precious treasure in the world, and he was afraid that he would accidentally destroy this beauty.

Every movement he made was extremely careful, and every stroke contained his deep affection for Wei Yingluo.

As the eyebrow pencil moved, Wei Yingluo's already beautiful eyebrows became more delicate, as graceful and moving as a crescent moon.

She sat there quietly, her heart beating like a deer. "Fu Heng, it's great to have you here."

She murmured, her voice as light as a mosquito, but it was clearly heard by Fu Heng.

Her face was filled with a happy smile, a kind of satisfaction and happiness that came from the heart.

She seemed to see the future days, walking through every spring, summer, autumn and winter hand in hand with Fu Heng, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life together.

A faint smile appeared on Fu Heng's lips, and that smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, gently sprinkling on Wei Yingluo's heart.

He whispered, "I will always be by your side, but this is my first time drawing eyebrows, so please don't laugh at me."

His heart was filled with nervousness and anticipation. He hoped to do everything for Wei Yingluo, even something as seemingly insignificant as drawing her eyebrows.

He hopes that his love can be integrated into every subtle action, so that Wei Yingluo can feel his care at all times.

Wei Yingluo smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling like crystal gems. She responded, "How dare I laugh at you? Just don't make me look bad in front of the sisters in Changchun Palace today."

Although she said she didn't dare laugh, she couldn't help but smile in her heart.

She recalled Fu Heng's former bravery on the battlefield, but now he looked a little clumsy in front of this small eyebrow pencil. This contrast made her feel that he was very cute.

However, she couldn't help but worry about Fu Heng's skills. She was afraid that if Fu Heng really drew her eyebrows badly, she would be embarrassed in front of her sisters.

She was conflicted, not wanting to embarrass Fu Heng, but also not wanting to make a fool of herself. This complex emotion spread in her heart.

Fu Heng smiled slightly, with a hint of doting in his eyes.

He gently raised his hand and carefully brushed the hair on Wei Yingluo's forehead behind her ears. The hair gently slid through his fingertips, as if with a gentle touch.

Then, he continued to gently draw Wei Yingluo's eyebrows, each stroke with great seriousness and concentration, as if he was drawing a precious work of art.

His eyes were fixed on Wei Yingluo's eyebrows, as if this small piece of space was the only thing left in the whole world.

At this moment, everything around seemed to be still, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

The whole room was filled with a sweet and peaceful atmosphere, as if all the noise in the world had nothing to do with them.

Wei Yingluo sat quietly in front of the mirror, feeling Fu Heng's gentle touch, her heart filled with happiness and peace of mind. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying this rare quiet time.

Her mind flashed back to every detail of their acquaintance and friendship, from their initial encounter to their subsequent mutual support, and every moment kept replaying in her mind.

She was immersed in these beautiful memories, her heart filled with emotion.

Qinglian, who was holding the dress beside her, was deeply attracted by Fu Heng's gentle tone and actions.

She had been standing there, staring blankly at the scene before her, and had even forgotten to put down the dress in her hands.

Qinglian's gaze fell on Fu Heng, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

She had never seen such a gentle Fu Heng. In her impression, Fu Heng had always been the cold-faced general who was brave and fearless on the battlefield, and there was always a cold and majestic look in his eyes.

He was even more indifferent and respectful towards his wife.

But at this moment, he seemed like a completely different person. His eyes were full of love and tenderness, just like an ordinary husband taking care of his beloved wife.

A trace of desire rose up in Qinglian's heart. Just like before, she had always hoped that one day she would be able to get such love.

Every move and every word of Fu Heng made Qinglian's heart beat fast.

She couldn't help but think how great it would be to be his wife.

However, Qinglian knew that it was just a dream. Whether in the past or now, the distance between her and Fu Heng was still too far.

Fu Heng was a high-ranking general, and she was just a little maid. There was an unbridgeable gap between them.

Qinglian has been trying hard to restrain those inappropriate thoughts and desires deep in his heart, but it is really too difficult to do so.

Although she tried her best to suppress these emotions, she still couldn't stop herself from yearning. If one day she could have such an enviable and happy life like the young lady, what a wonderful thing it would be!

However, she knew that now was not the time to indulge herself in fantasy because she still had an unfulfilled wish.

Qinglian couldn't help but recall her pitiful self in the past, when she was trapped in a brothel and lived a miserable life every day.

That feeling of despair is still vivid in Qinglian's mind. Whenever he thinks back to that time, he feels a chill running down his spine.

Now she has escaped from that terrible environment and regained a new life and freedom, but that dark experience will always remain in her memory.

Qinglian bit her lip and held the tray tightly in her hand. Because she used too much force, the tray made a slight creaking sound.

At this moment, Wei Yingluo's other maid, Bixiao, gently pushed Qinglian and whispered, "Miss Qinglian, this is not the place for you to look around. Put your things away quickly and leave."

There was a hint of blame in Bixiao's tone; she felt that Qinglian's behavior at this moment was a little inappropriate.

Bixiao and Huixin are both maids carefully selected by Mrs. Fucha for her daughter-in-law. They are loyal and reliable and are deeply trusted by the Fucha family.

As house children, they are loyal to their masters and serve them wholeheartedly. They silently guard and wait for their masters to call.

So, when Bixiao saw that Qinglian's behavior was a little abnormal, he couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied.

Huixin is as her name suggests, with a kind heart and a gentle mind, and she is meticulous and steady in doing things; while Bixiao is a woman with a straightforward personality, and has practiced martial arts for many years.

They are well aware of their responsibilities, which is to protect the young lady and take care of her daily life, and not to tolerate some seductive people who destroy the relationship between the young master and the young lady.

Mrs. Fucha learned that Wei Yingluo was a lively girl, so she must love going out and playing like her daughter Rongyin.

Therefore, someone must be specially assigned to protect her, so after careful selection, Bixiao was finally chosen.

Qinglian suddenly came back to her senses, her face slightly red. After hearing Bixiao's scolding, she panicked and put down the dress and tray in her hands. She couldn't help feeling flustered, and her face flushed red because of nervousness:

"I'm sorry, Sister Bixiao, I'll leave right away."

However, due to excessive panic, Qinglian made a loud noise when putting down the tray, which frightened Fu Heng. He frowned slightly and his hands trembled.

"Fu Heng!" Wei Yingluo saw her weird eyebrows in the mirror, pouted her lips angrily, and said coquettishly: "You must have done it on purpose!"

She felt a little annoyed. She had originally expected Fu Heng to draw beautiful eyebrows for her so that she could show off in front of her sisters, but now it seemed that this wish would be dashed.

She felt a little aggrieved and thought Fu Heng didn't take the matter seriously.

Fu Heng quickly explained: "Yingluo, I swear to heaven, I really didn't do this on purpose."

He felt guilty, as he felt that he had let Wei Yingluo down. He turned his head to see where the voice came from, but only saw a green figure hurried away.

He felt helpless in his heart. He knew it was an accident and he really wanted to make up for his mistake.

"Master, let us do it. You should just watch from the side."

Huixin said quickly, and gently wiped the crooked traces of eyebrow pencil with a handkerchief.

Huixin's eyes were filled with concern, and she hoped to help the young lady solve this problem. She knew that the young lady cared a lot about her image, especially on this special day.

Wei Yingluo smiled and shook her head, then looked at Fu Heng tenderly, the smile in her eyes shining like stars, "It's okay, I believe in the young master, let him finish the painting."

Her heart was full of trust in Fu Heng. She knew that Fu Heng loved her and didn't want to destroy their relationship because of this little thing.

Wei Yingluo believed that Fu Heng would definitely work hard to do this well, and she was willing to give him another chance.

Fu Heng's originally somewhat disappointed mood instantly became cheerful, and he said happily: "Yingluo, don't worry, I will definitely not fail again this time."

His heart was filled with gratitude. He was grateful for Wei Yingluo's trust and tolerance towards him.

He secretly made up his mind to draw Wei Yingluo's eyebrows well and not let her down again. He picked up the eyebrow pencil again and began to draw with more concentration.

Wei Yingluo nodded helplessly, her eyes full of doting.

I sighed inwardly, there was nothing I could do, I could only pamper my husband well.

She looked at Fu Heng's serious expression, her heart filled with love.

She felt that Fu Heng was sometimes like a child who needed her care and tolerance. She was willing to give everything for Fu Heng, even her own face.

Huixin and Bixiao, who were standing by, couldn't help but smile at each other when they saw this scene.

They secretly sighed in their hearts that the lady had such a good temper. It was a great fortune to be able to serve such a kind master.

They knew that the feelings between Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng were sincere, and that they understood and tolerated each other, which was rare in an official family.

Finally, Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng dressed neatly and entered the Forbidden City together.

They walked through the long corridor, their shadows stretched out in the sunlight, like a beautiful painting.

They were going to the Yangxin Palace to express their gratitude to the emperor.

In Changchun Palace, Mingyu and Qingyun were already waiting impatiently at the door.

Almost every quarter of an hour, the two of them couldn't help but walk to the door to take a look, looking forward to the return of Fu Heng and Wei Yingluo.

Qingyun was full of curiosity, she wanted to know what Wei Yingluo's wedding would be like; while Mingyu was very worried that Wei Yingluo would say that she was not managing Changchun Palace well.

They waited anxiously at the door, feeling as if they had been waiting for a whole day.

Empress Fucha looked at the two little girls walking back and forth, covered her mouth and laughed, and consoled them: "Don't worry, it's still early. Yingluo has to go to the elders of Fucha Mansion to offer tea, and then go to the Yangxin Palace to thank the emperor, and then come here."

There was a hint of tenderness in Empress Fucha's eyes, and she understood the feelings of the two little girls. In fact, she also missed Wei Yingluo very much, and was full of expectations and longing for her sister-in-law who married into the Fucha Mansion.

“Ahhh…” Zhao Qi in Empress Fucha’s arms let out a babbling sound and stretched out her little hand, pointing towards the door.

As if by telepathy, at this moment, Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng walked into the gate of Changchun Palace hand in hand.

Their figures looked particularly dazzling in the sunlight, as if they were a perfect couple walking out of a painting.

"Your Highness pays respects to Her Majesty the Queen!" Wei Yingluo had not yet finished her greeting.

Empress Fucha was already beaming with joy, and the smile on her face was as bright and dazzling as the warm sunshine in winter: "No need to be polite, Yingluo, from today on, you should call me sister."

"Sister." Wei Yingluo smiled shyly. Her heart was filled with joy. She felt that she had finally found her true relative, someone she could rely on.

Seeing this, everyone gathered around and asked questions.

"Yingluo, how was the wedding? Are you tired?" Jixiang asked curiously. Jixiang's eyes were full of concern. She was Wei Yingluo's good sister and she hoped that Wei Yingluo could be happy.

Zhang Jianyi tapped Jixiang's head gently and reminded him, "Don't talk nonsense. From now on, you have to call Yingluo Madam Fucha." Zhang Jianyi was very cautious. He knew that in this palace, status and etiquette were very important.

"Zhang Jianyi, don't scare Jixiang. When there are no outsiders around, you can shout whatever you want, but when there are outsiders around, you have to be cautious." Wei Yingluo comforted Jixiang.

She knew that Jixiang didn't mean it, and she didn't want to make Jixiang sad because of such a small matter.

Everyone was chattering, and Wei Yingluo had no time to care where Fu Heng was going.

Then, Fu Heng talked to his sister for a while and left Changchun Palace looking a little lonely.

He was going back to the Yangxin Palace to discuss government affairs with the emperor. His steps were steady and powerful, as he knew he had an important responsibility.

He looked back at Wei Yingluo, his eyes full of reluctance. But he knew that he had to leave, and he had to work hard for their future.