On a summer night, the rain is pouring down, and the night is like ink.

Princess Changle's Mansion in the west of Shengyang City.

At nightfall, red lanterns were lit on the verandah and under the eaves of the mansion as usual, as if to fight against the dark and rainy night, propping up a bright corner.

The rain was pouring down, hitting the window lattices carved with the continuous patterns of Fushou, and the sound of crackling was incessant.

But the silence in the main hall became more and more apparent, so quiet that you could even hear the sound of red candles burning and bursting.

In the hall, there was a feast table on the carved red sandalwood table, and the food had not been touched at all, and there was no heat for a long time.

Song Wan'er sat lazily at the table with her cheeks propped up, her soft white fingers pinching a blue and white porcelain wine glass and slowly turning, her delicate red lips were slightly hooked, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, and she asked the maid Jin Han who was standing on the side: "The concubine went to Xiangyuan Building again?" ”

Jin Han had an angry look in his eyes and nodded.

Song Wan'er lowered her eyes for a moment, and then asked, "Didn't you let the person who followed the colt remind him, what day is today?" ”

"Reminder, but the colt said he had something to do and would come back later......"

Something? Song Wan'er laughed mockingly.

But today is the third anniversary of their marriage.

On the wedding night three years ago, Song Wan'er was half coquettish and half forced to let Zhao Fengan agree, and the two of them would spend it together every year today.

Zhao Fengan is cold and noble, and he generally does not agree easily, and he has always done what he promised.

It's only been three years, and he's going to break his promise?

Song Wan'er chuckled lightly and gently paddled the wine glass in her hand on the table, "Since the horse said that there is something, I want to go and see what is so big about him." ”

With that, Song Wan'er got up, walked out of the main hall, and instructed Huo Nian, who was waiting at the door: "Prepare the car and go to Xiangyuan Building." He walked along the verandah to the gate.

The red lantern in the verandah reflects Song Wan'er's slender figure, she has always loved brightly colored clothes, and today she is also wearing a water-red tunic jacket, showing a waist that Yingying holds, and a big red pleated Luo skirt, the red skirt ripples with her steps.

In the dark and rainy night, Song Wan'er is as bright and moving as a blooming rose.

Jin Han followed closely behind the princess and couldn't help but sigh.

Song Wan'er is the princess of the current Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and she is also the youngest princess, she was born with the title of Changle, she has been charming since she was a child, and she was pampered by her father and queen mother, but five years ago, she fell in love at first sight with Zhao Feng'an, the proton of Zhao who lived in Shengyang.

At a glance, Zhao Feng'an is indeed a noble son of Zhilan Yushu, but regardless of his identity, his temperament is cold and gloomy, like a piece of cold ice, no matter how enthusiastic the princess is, it seems that he can't melt him in the slightest.

But the princess was obsessed with him, and chased after him for two whole years. Emperor Song felt sorry for his daughter, and finally assigned her to Zhao Feng'an three years ago.

After the two became husband and wife, although Zhao Feng'an was still cold, he and the princess had lived a peaceful life for more than two years.

But I didn't think that a few months ago, a singer named Qingyan suddenly came to Xiangyuanlou, it is said that she has a jade and ice clear posture, and her lovely appearance makes people feel pity when she sees it.

For a while, Qingyan was in the limelight in Shengyang, and even the always cold concubine went to Xiangyuan Building several times, just to summon Qingyan alone.

Jin Han has served the princess since she was a child, and she knows that the princess is proud, but she has been neglected by the concubine here, and she has always been unable to see through the mind of the concubine, but she is unhappy for the princess in her heart.

Jin Han looked at the princess carefully, and saw that the princess looked lazy and arrogant, as usual, and didn't know how to comfort her for a while.

The torrential rain fell from the eaves of the verandah, forming a curtain of water, which smashed on the ground and splashed the princess's skirt.

Jin Han wanted to persuade the princess to wait in the mansion, thinking of the results of countless persuasions in the past few years, he still stopped, just took a big red satin gold silk embroidered phoenix pattern cloak and draped it on the princess's shoulders, and then held up an umbrella to cover her, and went on the Luan Yufeng drive with the princess.

Princess Changle travels, and the pomp has always been impressive.

When the princess Feng arrived at the gate of Xiangyuan Building, the guards who opened the way first had already cleared the hall on the first floor.

Song Wan'er helped Jin Han and stepped into the Xiangyuan Building, and happened to see Zhao Feng'an coming down the stairs from the second floor.

Zhao Feng'an was still wearing the purple official uniform he wore when he went out in the morning, his posture was thin and straight, his face was handsome, cold and arrogant.

Seeing Song Wan'er, Zhao Feng'an stopped, stood on the top of the stairs, and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes were as clear and indifferent as usual, and there was a faint haze.

Song Wan'er pursed her red lips and looked at Zhao Feng'an with a pair of beautiful eyes.

After a while, she lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, walked up the steps, walked quickly to Zhao Feng'an's side, took his arm, pursed her red lips slightly, and said coquettishly: "Feng'an, you promised me that you would accompany me every year today, how can you not speak?" ”

Zhao Feng'an was a head taller than Song Wan'er, he looked down at Song Wan'er's delicate face slightly, and saw that her beautiful eyes were full of disgust, although she seemed to be complaining, but with a smart smile, her delicate and fair cheeks were stained with a few strands of hair wet by the rain.

A trace of struggle flashed in Zhao Feng'an's deep eyes, and the fingers hidden in his sleeves moved slightly, whether he raised them or not, he lowered his eyes and said, "Today is not over yet, I will go back to the house to accompany you now." ”

The word "with you" was whispered out by him word by word, with heavy emotions.

As he spoke, Zhao Feng'an grabbed Song Wan'er's wrist and walked downstairs.

Song Wan'er followed Zhao Feng'an's footsteps down the stairs, but felt the sight from upstairs, she looked up, and saw a slender woman in a water blue dress with a gentle temperament standing in the corridor on the second floor, holding on to the railing and looking at this side.

Song Wan'er's mind moved, she paused, withdrew her hand from Zhao Feng'an's palm, turned around and went upstairs, walked to the woman's side, looked at her with a pair of beautiful eyes, raised her chin slightly, and asked, "You are the Qingyan girl?" ”

The woman in Tsing Yi looked at Song Wan'er deeply, and then she bowed down and said softly: "The people's girl Qingyan greets Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

For some reason, Song Wan'er actually felt a kind of pity and sympathy from Qingyan's gaze.

A trace of annoyance rose in Song Wan'er's heart, she was the princess of Changle who was loved by thousands of people, and it was never the turn of a singer to pity and sympathize.

Her face was silent, but she straightened her shoulders and back, "This palace has heard of the name of the Qingyan girl, and since I have a fate today, I naturally want to come to meet her." ”

Qingyan lowered her eyes and responded with a smile: "The folk girl has long heard that the princess has golden branches and jade leaves, and she is beautiful. ”

Song Wan'er sneered lightly and asked again, "Who are you listening to?" Did the colt say that? ”

Before Qingyan could reply, Zhao Feng'an had already come to Song Wan'er's side, he held Song Wan'er's wrist again, and said in a low voice: "Wan'er, go back." ”

Zhao Feng'an's strength was very heavy, Song Wan'er felt a trace of pain, she struggled, but she couldn't break free, so she could only follow his footsteps and leave.

When she went downstairs, Song Wan'er looked back, her face was still standing in place, her expression was still compassionate.

The two boarded Luanyu and set off to return to the princess's mansion.

The princess is driving, the carriage is spacious, and the four corners are hung with exquisite palace lamps to illuminate the carriage brightly.

The two of them sat in a corner, and neither of them made a sound, and the rain outside did not abate, and the raindrops crackled on the roof of the car, which became more and more silent in the carriage.

Song Wan'er secretly looked at Zhao Feng'an, and saw him sitting with his eyes down, the corners of his mouth were very tight, and even the jawline with sharp lines was also tight, and the whole person was not only cold, but also surrounded by a gloomy and depression that is not common on weekdays.

He went out to see Qingyan on the third anniversary of his marriage, and before she lost his temper, he sulked so much.

Although the relationship between him and her husband and wife was forcibly requested by her, today's matter was also promised by him personally.

Thinking of this, Song Wan'er's little face also cooled down, and she strained her face like him, sat with her eyes down, and no longer looked at him.

The two of them didn't say anything all the way, and when they arrived at the gate of Princess Changle's mansion, the secret guard Huo Nian was already waiting in front of the chariot with an umbrella.

Zhao Fengan got up and got out of the car first, he naturally took Huo Nian's umbrella, turned around and propped it up at the car door, and stretched out his hand to help Song Wan'er get out of the car.

Song Wan'er bowed down and came out of the carriage, and saw that it was Zhao Fengan holding an umbrella, and in order to cover himself, half of his body was drenched in the rain.

She turned around with a pair of smart and beautiful eyes, then smiled, jumped out of the carriage with Zhao Feng'an's hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Don't think that if you hold an umbrella for me, I won't be angry." ”

As he spoke, he snuggled up to Zhao Feng'an's side and secretly pushed his arm holding the umbrella towards him.

Zhao Feng'an lowered his eyes and looked at the soaked hair that was stuck to Song Wan'er's white cheeks, and only let out a low "um", and then took her into the mansion.

The rain was so heavy that their clothes were wet.

Zhao Feng'an pulled Song Wan'er back to the apse bedroom, closed the door, and then turned around and pressed her against the door.

He stared at Song Wan'er's bright face with burning eyes, and finally raised his hand to pull away the annoying strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, pinched her small chin hard, and kissed her deeply.

The two of them were close to each other, and their wet clothes were quickly warmed by body temperature, and they were torn open by a pair of big hands.

In stark contrast to the usual coldness, Zhao Fengan has always been strong in bed.

Today, he is even more frightening, and his every move seems to be full of emotions.

Song Wan'er thought that she would have a temper with Zhao Feng'an tonight, but she didn't want to be kissed by him as soon as she entered the house, she tried to push him away to speak, but he kissed and tore harder.

She couldn't discern his emotions, and she was only clear for a moment, and she was possessed by him, completely dragged into the abyss by him.

Outside the window, the rain continued to wash away, and the warm glow of the red lantern in the princess's mansion remained unchanged all night.

It wasn't until the sky began to light up in the east that the rain finally stopped after a night of rain.

In the messy bedroom, Song Wan'er was tossed by Zhao Feng'an for half the night, and fell asleep exhausted as soon as she was let go.

At this time, she was lying on her stomach, with a bright red silk jacket on her body, revealing her smooth and beautiful shoulders, and her skin became more and more white and delicate.

Zhao Feng'an was still awake, he was sitting at the head of the bed, one hand still gently caressing the soft skin on Song Wan'er's shoulders beside him, and his mind recalled the conversation with Qingyan in Xiangyuan Building last night.

"Childe, great, you have been in Shengyang for five years, endure humiliation, and now the matter is coming to an end, and the day of the big revenge will soon come."

"Don't you want her? But she is the daughter of an enemy. Once your revenge is successful, how are you going to get along with her? ”