The next day, as soon as Song Yimo left the house, Song Yimo sent someone to send her something, just to urge her to go to the house as soon as possible to find Fu Yanshan.

Song Yige had just woken up, she looked at a small jar on the table with a confused face, and poked it with her hand: "What is this?" ”

Lu Zhu smiled: "The slave doesn't know either, but since the Hou Ye has already sent the things to you, you should send the things to the general as soon as possible." ”

"That's it." Song Yige propped up the table and sighed, "Dress up for me." ”

When Song Yige went to Fu's mansion, Fu Yanshan was practicing swords in the martial arts training field, and the little guy who led the way asked her very intimately if she wanted to follow her over to take a look.

She thought for a moment, shook her head and refused, and honestly went to the study to wait for him.

In fact, she didn't quite understand what she was afraid of, but every time she saw it, she felt that there was a string trembling in her heart, indescribable, like a paw scratching her heart, itchy, not to be ignored.

He was not in the study, and the study was empty and quiet, and the incense rose in the corner, some like the kind of incense used in the Buddhist hall, which had a calming effect.

After sitting on the stool for a while, she was so sleepy that a few tears came out of her eyes, smearing her entire eye socket. She quietly looked around, and when she saw that there was no one, she yawned, used her arm as a pillow, and the whole person fell down, burying her face in the crook of her arm.

Perhaps because the sky was getting cooler, she fell asleep after a while by the breeze by the window.

When Fu Yanshan, who came back from martial arts practice, saw her, she was lying on his bookcase like a very little cat, and her white and tender little face frowned slightly, which was really pitiful.

He couldn't help but lighten his steps, and even his cold eyebrows softened as a result, for fear that if he got close to half a minute, this person would wake up from his dream.

When he approached, the man was still groggy and asleep on his arm.

"Ge'er." He put his finger in front of her and whispered.

Seeing that this person didn't react, Fu Yanshan couldn't help but lean over, put his face on the side of her ear, and cautiously called again, but this time he shouted: "Yingluo." ”

The person who was sleeping in a daze had some reaction, and her head tilted to the other side, like a cat chirping, and she whispered a little or twice, barely answering.

"That's good." Fu Yanshan's eyes finally rippled like spring water, he reached out and hugged the person lying on the bookcase, and walked towards the inner room in the study that was cut off by the screen. 【…！ iChi Literature #... Fastest update]

There was a soft collapse there, a place for him to rest after he was tired from weekdays.

Now, the person in his dream is lying in his arms like this, and the soft collapse where he usually rests, thinking about it like this, Fu Yanshan can't control the softness in his heart, he can't help but want more.

He put her man down, his hands at her sides, and he gazed deeply at her.

After all, he still couldn't hold back, leaned over and gently dropped a kiss between her eyebrows: "My Yingluo." ”

But the only thing that answered him was the little girl's soft mutter.

Song Yige found that he had a dream.

An incomparably beautiful dream that made her willing to sink down.

In her dream, she is still Lin Yingluo, the person she loves the most, will use a unique gentle tone to gently call her name in her ear, that kind of gentle and pitying tone, only him.

But dreams will wake up after all.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself in a strange place, surrounded by white walls, without any furnishings, clean and empty, like a long-abandoned house.

There was a faint sound of speech coming from the other side of the wall.

She sat up, rubbed the corners of her somewhat dry eyes, and there was a little pain, so she simply stopped and continued to look at this place in a fog.

Xu was trying to settle down for her, and in her confusion, Song Yige heard a voice outside: "General." ”

General-Song Yige blinked, and suddenly remembered that he was entrusted by someone to bring wine to Fu Yanshan, and then she slept in his study, so this place, probably he brought himself in.

Song Yige glanced down at himself, then lifted the stripping blanket covering his body, carefully got off the ground, and leaned towards the screen little by little. The person outside did not seem to have woken up yet, still discussing important matters, the person who spoke was calm, Xu was a gentle person, and the other person, who was lowering his head and not knowing what he was looking at, his eyebrows revealed a little coldness, only vaguely aware that there was white paper brushing his fingertips, like a butterfly fluttering by, stopping at his fingertips for a while, shaking his wings.

It's a bit of a ...... Eat one's heart out.

This strange emotion gushed out in an instant, Song Yige's eyes widened in disbelief, and he reached out and clenched the corner of his clothes. She took a few steps back, peering through a small gap in the screen at the person sitting in front of the bookcase.

Admittedly, she does have a little bit of a heart for him now.

But what is even more undeniable is that all her affection for him comes from another person.

And this statement is commonly known as a stand-in.

Song Yige silently retreated to her original place, she sat on the soft collapse blankly, bent down, and hugged her knees. I don't know how long it took, but the sound of talking outside suddenly stopped, followed by a burst of footsteps from far and near.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yanshan's voice sounded in his ears, and for Song Yige at this moment, it was like a breeze in the forest, pleasant to the ear, with a slight coolness.

There was not half daylight outside, and it was lit up by a faint candle in the corner.

It's just that the light is very dim, and she can only vaguely see how clear the eyebrows and eyes of this person in front of her eyes are.

She raised her head and looked at the unfamiliar face in front of her, obviously there was no resemblance to Shen Tan, but she often admitted her mistakes, thinking that he was still by her side and had never been far away.

Song Yige calmed down the overturned thoughts in his heart and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, it's just that I heard the general talking to the same person just now, so it's not good to disturb each other in the past." ”

"It's not a nuisance." Fu Yanshan spoke slowly, but in Song Yige's ears, he always felt that he was full of deep meaning, and before she could think about it, she heard him say, "Go out." ”

Unlike the dimness of the inner room, the study room is spacious and bright.

There is daylight jumping in the window lattice, and there is a breeze blowing, which is much better than the one with walls on all sides.

Fu Yanshan asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Song Yige sat down, holding the cup handed by Fu Yanshan in both hands, which was warm, and warmed up the palms that were originally a little cold. She said, "I was entrusted by my brother to bring you something, and it was there." ”

Following the place pointed by Song Yi, Fu Yanshan easily looked at a small jar, and the fragrance was spreading out from it, he couldn't help it, and suddenly stretched his eyebrows and smiled, but he didn't expect his future brother-in-law to be quite sensible.

Now, he was worried that he had no excuse to go over to see this little girl.

"Thank you, brother, for me." Fu Yanshan turned his gaze back and replaced it on Song Yige's body.

Song Yige was curious, his eyes watery: "What is the thing my brother gave you?" The god is mysterious, I have to send it in person, I told him, let the little maid send it, and he also made a face at me. ”

What she said was seven points false and three points true.

Seeing her pretending to be innocent, Fu Yanshan couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth a little more, but he controlled it very well and didn't let Song Yige see it.

"It's just some gadgets." Fu Yan Mountain Road.

Song Yige didn't believe it, how could there be any gadgets that she needed to run over to deliver in person, but she knew how to advance and retreat, and if she wanted to get to the bottom of it, she would never ask about it.

After all, she and Fu Yanshan are not familiar enough to be able to probe each other's privacy.

Her expression was silent, she didn't ask questions, Fu Yanshan felt a little more lost in her heart, and even faintly hoped that she could ask more.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fu Yanshan could only find something to say, "You came over, but there are other things?" ”

Song Yige was pondering whether to say goodbye, but when he heard this, he didn't pay attention for a while, but asked: "I heard my brother say, you want to go to suppress bandits?" ”

"It's still over there in Fujian."

Fu Yanshan nodded: "Yes, I will probably leave the day after tomorrow." ”

"Are you in such a hurry?" Song Yige asked again, with a little more eagerness in his expression.

Fu Yanshan thought for a while before he said: "It's not too urgent, this matter was discussed a long time ago, but the order was only recently issued, it may be a little anxious for you, but for me, it is just right, the only thing that you can't rest assured is that you ......" When he said this, he paused slightly, and after successfully looking at Song Yige's changed face, he smiled slowly, "With your brother." ”

"If I'm not here, you must be very careful during this time, if you are not sure, you can send a letter to ask me, or you can go to ask Ling Chu."

Song Yige said: "Now he is busy with the spring of the coming year, and he rarely sees people. ”

"It's just very rare, and it's not that I can't see people." Fu Yanshan smiled and closed his mouth.

At this moment, a feeling of discomfort suddenly rose in his heart, he didn't like to talk to her about other men, even if this head was opened by him first.

Seeing that Fu Yanshan didn't speak again, Song Yige didn't continue, but hung his head and stared at the tea cup in his hand, which was a little cold, and it was not very comfortable to hold.

As she was letting go, another hot tea cup was pasted up, firmly leaning on her palm, she looked up in surprise, only to see Fu Yanshan smiling at her with beautiful eyebrows: "What? Feeling a little impressed? After a pause, Fu Yanshan continued to smile shamelessly, "Otherwise, you can give me a peace buckle." ”

Without waiting for Song Yige to answer, he said again: "I know you still have it in your hand." What, reluctantly? ”

"It's not." Song Yige shook his head slowly, "That peace buckle, if I give it to you, I'm afraid it's not suitable." ”

"I'm your fiancé, now I'm going to garrison Jianning, life and death are unpredictable, can't you, as my fiancée, give me a peace buckle?"