Jiang Ling closed his eyes: "I'm fine, Mr. Xiang."

The familiar scent of sandalwood touches my face.

She subconsciously hugged Bu Zhan's back tightly.

The night was silent, and the forest leaves outside the window made a whirring sound. The wind and rain came quickly, and the surrounding temperature became colder. Jiang Ling shrank and let out a breath.

It was night, and I had the rare opportunity to go to bed in Tingyun Pavilion.

After calling for water, it was already late at night, Jiang Ling thought, maybe both of them were tired.

Bu Zhan slept peacefully, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what. The bed quilt on her back was soaked with sweat, making it impossible for her to sleep peacefully. She wanted to get up to apply medicine, but she was worried about disturbing the people beside her, so she

His whole body shrank back into the quilt, his chin covered, and he endured it.

I have some cramps in my right foot.

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

When the worst pain is over, there will be only a soft numbness left in the painful area.

When she was a child, she was overwhelmed by the demanding academic work.

Her mother usually comforts her by saying, Ah Ling, just be patient and you will be fine.

Jiang Ling was lying on the couch, sweating profusely.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze gently blew the bed curtains, sending the cold and bright moonlight into the room.

Jiang Ling turned her head sideways and saw that the moonlight was as cool as water, illuminating the surrounding area brightly and cleanly.

He closed his eyes, leaving only her profile.

The bright light was eclipsed by him.

Jiang Ling held her breath, and for a moment, she unexpectedly stretched out her finger and gently touched the tip of the man's nose.

Cool.

The delicate and cold touch spread gently on her fingertips.

Jiang Ling suddenly remembered what happened during the day.

"Not long ago, the prime minister took over the Lu family's corruption case. After ransacking the Lu family's house, he used the stolen money to set up a shantytown in the southeast corner of the capital and resettled many victims of the disaster."

…

Jiang Ling thought to himself that he might be different from the "traitor" that others described him as.

Although he was cold-blooded, he established a shelter for the refugees.

Although he was cold, he gave her the fine clothes and food in Bufu.

Although he threatened her to marry into the prime minister's house with her life, he did not treat her family harshly.

Now that she has married into Bu Mansion, she is Bu Zhan's wife. She has learned the rules since she was a child, and she obeys her father as a daughter and her husband as a wife. A woman will rely on her husband for the rest of her life. If...if she is enough

She is obedient and well-behaved. If she does her duty as the eldest wife of the Bu family, will the rest of her life be more stable than she imagined?

Daxuan has been in turmoil for so many years, and it will die sooner or later.

With Bu Zhan's ability and skills, you will definitely not suffer hardship if you follow him.

If I could please him more... maybe he would protect his family.

Jiang Ling's eyelids twitched.

She quietly stared at Bu Zhan, looked at his side face, and endured the pain in her body. After a while, as if she was looking forward to something, she silently called out with her lips:

"Husband."

…

Jiang Ling didn't sleep very well that night.

The next day, she unexpectedly woke up very early. When she opened her eyes, Bu Zhan was no longer beside her. Her limbs were increasingly painful and so weak that she had no strength.

When Lu Wu walked in, she was startled.

"Miss, you...what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?"

The brass mirror beside the bed reflected the girl's face.

Her lips were so white that the blood was almost invisible, but the sides of her cheeks were horribly red. The little girl was so frightened that she reached out and probed her forehead.

So hot.

Lu Wu couldn't help but said: "Miss, I was with the prime minister last night..."

Before she could finish asking, the messy mattress and the red marks on Jiang Ling's neck already revealed what happened last night.

Jiang Ling lowered his head and coughed twice.

Her body was already delicate, but now it was more like a flower that had been damaged by wind and rain. She felt distressed and anxious to see the green leaves. She asked someone to boil the medicine, then dismissed the people around her, and then brought a basin of warm water to her.

.

"How can Miss be so silly? Why didn't you tell the Prime Minister that you were feeling unwell last night?"

Jiang Ling's face felt a little hot, so she turned her face away and said softly:

"The prime minister was in great spirits last night, I couldn't spoil his mood."

"But you... you shouldn't make fun of your body." Lu Wu took out the ointment from his sleeve and applied it on her ankles. "My lady's body is already delicate, and the prime minister is young and vigorous. If

What should I do if I really torture the young lady? Miss, please don’t try to show off. A woman’s body is the most precious thing. If there is any root cause of disease, you will probably suffer a lot when you give birth to a child in the future.”

She knows all this.

But last night, the night was dark, and Bu Zhan's eyes were even more dark and obscure. She didn't dare to refuse, or even look into his eyes.

For a long time, the nuns in the palace had taught her that after marriage, a woman must regard her husband as her top priority. There has never been any reason for a wife to disobey her husband.

Jiang Ling lowered her eyelashes and spoke in a soft and gentle voice: "It is the wife's duty to serve her husband."

"But Miss——"

"Lu Wu, don't say any more," she interrupted, turned around and asked, "Where is the Prime Minister?"

The little girl curled her lips and said reluctantly: "Dignified guests came to the Prime Minister's Mansion early this morning, and the Prime Minister is still in the living room."

In recent days, Bu Zhan has become increasingly busy.

Even in the inner house, Jiang Ling could catch a glimpse of the turmoil in the outside world. While Bu Zhan was resettling the refugees, he was eradicating the traitors. The little emperor on the dragon throne had become his puppet. Every day when he went to court, he was also a symbolic figure.

He paid homage to the Young Emperor, and the entire Da Xuan almost became his own Da Xuan.

Except for the right prime minister in the court.

He became increasingly at odds with his right minister, Xiao Qiqing, and wanted to break his arm.

Xiao Qiqing is old, but he has many supporters. His existence is also the biggest obstacle to Bu Zhan's pursuit of fame and fortune.

The Lu family, who had been eradicated by Bu Zhan before, was also an accomplice of Xiao Qiqing.

Jiang Ling didn't care about Xiao Qiqing.

The only thing she worries about is her father, the current imperial tutor Jiang Wenhuai.

These days, my father has been claiming to be ill and has not been to court for several days.

Thinking like this, Jiang Ling became more and more uneasy, fearing that his father's move would anger Bu Zhan and lead to his death.

She was worried about something and her chest felt heavy, so she called Luwu to help her go outside the yard to get some fresh air. Because her feet were injured, she walked very slowly. When she arrived at the waterside pavilion, she slowly sat down along the stone bench.

.

Autumn is getting late, replaced by the east wind and the beginning of cold.

Feeling the cold wind blowing on his face, Jiang Ling closed his eyes. The wind in Bufu seemed to be much cooler than outside the mansion. There were high walls all around, making it difficult for the warm sunlight to shine in.

I was closing my eyes and meditating when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind me.

Someone brought a cool breeze, wearing a jingle bell around his waist, and came this way.

Jiang Ling stood up subconsciously, turned her head and saluted:

"Master Xiang——"

What caught his eye was a completely unfamiliar man.

He was dressed in purple clothes and held a small gilt fan in his hand. His black hair was tied high and he looked elegant.

Seeing Jiang Ling suddenly salute, the other party seemed to be frightened. The man stepped back half a step, raised his hands and bowed towards her.

"Mrs. Bu."

His voice is clear and pleasant.

Jiang Ling thought to himself that this gentleman should be the distinguished guest who came to the Prime Minister's Mansion today.

As a woman in a boudoir, it was not appropriate to meet her husband, and the surrounding area was deserted. Jiang Ling was afraid that this matter would be spread out and it would disgrace her and the Bu family's reputation, so she wanted to leave after saluting.

The other party was also polite and stepped aside to make way for her.
To be continued...