Ask This Spring

When people are in danger, it is always difficult to contain the fear that emerges from the heart, and Fu Ningqing is no exception. At this moment, the lake water poured in from all directions, choked into her mouth and nose, drowning her cry for help, the feeling that she was about to be swallowed by the evil monster into her abdomen, making big drops of water leak out from the corners of her eyes. Tears.

Suddenly, her lower back was firmly clamped by a powerful arm, as if the beam of light had torn the darkness, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief, but also vaguely see the person's appearance, so forgetting The person who saved her from the dead, besides Dark Ling, is there anyone else?

After Fu Ningqing was taken ashore, she was held in her arms by Zhuo Lian, smelling the familiar sweet scent of the woman, and hearing the soft and gentle comforting sound, her panic gradually calmed down.

Reaching out to wipe off the water stains on her face, Fu Ningqing found that An Ling had actually placed a saber on Fan Zhujun’s neck. Her face, which had always been calm and waveless, became twisted and savage. Although her head was not very bright, she was not a fool. How could she notice Less than the thrust coming from behind?

It was Fan Zhujun who deliberately framed her. As the only daughter of the Huaihua General, she has an extraordinary identity. If there is no conclusive evidence, no one can touch her.

In the end, Dark Ling retracted his saber, but the man's scarlet eyes, bulging blue veins on his forehead, and rapid gasping all revealed his anger.

Perceiving this, Fu Ningqing bit her lip, without saying anything, and got into the carriage with sister Zhuo.

When she was in the car, she heard unconcealed discussions outside, and her whole heart kept falling. In the past, she thought the Seventh Prince was a gentleman who was most faithful, but today the man is near the Huxin Pavilion, not for destruction. Why does her famous festival appear?

Fu Ningqing was anxious, and it was not until his mother's reply that his face returned to ruddy.

After another two or three days, the young woman was sitting on a hanging chair in the yard. The shade of the tree just blocked most of the daylight. Only the tiny spots of light fell on her cheeks. Because of her sleep, her red lips opened. A thin seam is both pure and delicate.

Standing under the eaves, An Ling saw a maid rushing in, hurriedly waking people up, "Princess, it's okay! The seventh prince has come to propose a kiss!"

Fu Ningqing slept in a daze, and she was shocked when she heard this. Fortunately, Diane Ling helped her in time, otherwise she would inevitably fall to the ground.

Thinking of what her mother said to herself, not only did her face turn red, her ears became hot, and she stood up straight before asking, "What's the situation now?"

"The princess did not come forward. The young master talked to the seventh prince in the main hall. The servants and maids didn't know what the regulations were."

Fu Ningqing waved her hand, and the maid stepped back. She walked quickly to the front yard, fearing that her elder brother would be fooled by the seven princes, Dark Ling followed the woman step by step, her complexion changed from green to white, and she couldn't be calm when she thought about it.

When he was about to walk to the main hall, An Ling suddenly grabbed Fu Ningqing’s arm and led the person behind the vermilion pillar. When the angry Seventh Prince disappeared from sight, he released his hand and said solemnly: " The subordinates are rude, and the princess also asks the princess to punish them."

"What is the punishment or not? I don't want to confront the Seventh Prince. It's just right not to meet." She said slowly.

An Ling didn't know the thoughts of the princess. Previously, in order to save the princess, he did not hesitate to fish her out of the water. Although her life was worry-free, her reputation was completely ruined. The seven princes were the emperors. Nowadays, taking the initiative to come to propose a marriage is like an act of giving away charcoal in the snow. It is estimated that the eldest princess will respond to this soon.

When I think of the woman in front of me marrying another man, Dark Ling’s eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, but he is only a lowly hidden guard, who is far from the golden princess. Many people will say he wants to eat swan meat.

An Ling didn't care about the opinions of others, but didn't want Fu Ningqing to misunderstand. In this way, she could only suppress the jealousy surging in her heart, her expression was not sad and unhappy, and her calmness had already been restored on the surface.

As soon as Fu Donglai walked out the door, he saw his sister and the guard standing at the door, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

When speaking, his gaze fell on An Ling, unable to help but look at the man. Because his sister was kind-hearted, he and his mother were afraid that Ning Qing would be wronged, so they simply picked the most outstanding dark guard with martial arts to guard her. Unexpectedly, they changed their taste when guarding, and they really lost it.

"An Ling, you have to treat Ning Qing well in the future. If there is any disagreement, I will not forgive you!"

Hearing this, An Ling felt strange, but he didn't hesitate, and clasped his fists in response. He had been trapped since the first time he saw the Lord Ningqing, and over the years, the sinking deeper and deeper, there was no chance of escape. Besides, he didn't want to escape.

After Fu Donglai left, Fu Ningqing walked back all the way. She secretly thought about how to tell An Ling about the marriage. If he didn't want to, what should be done?

The more I thought about it, the more anxious the woman became. Her pale skin turned red, and fine beads of sweat overflowed on her forehead.

"The princess is not in good shape? The subordinates go to ask the doctor."

Unconsciously, the two of them walked into the garden of the princess mansion. There was no one else around. Fu Ningqing took a deep breath and couldn't help saying: "I'm not uncomfortable. I just want to ask you a word. I must answer truthfully."

"What's the word? As long as the princess wants to know, the subordinates know everything and say nothing." Yin Ling lowered her head slightly, her dark eyes staring at her closely, and endless waves seemed to be surging in it.

"Would you like to marry me?"

Fu Ningqing finally suppressed the embarrassment and asked what was in her heart. Unexpectedly, she didn't get a reply for a long time. She couldn't help being a little sad, and changed her words: "If you don't want to, I will explain to her mother. Will embarrass you,"

Before she finished her words, An Ling pressed her shoulders, her voice trembled, "Is what you said is true?"

"What did I lie to you for? The seventh prince had a bad heart, but he wanted to use the princess mansion to set a trap in the lake center pavilion. Now you rescued me and didn't let his trickery succeed. It was a great thing. "

A bitter taste filled her mouth, and she pursed her lips and asked, "Is the princess wanting to repay his kindness, so he agrees to commit himself to his subordinates?"

"What kind of favor? If I don't mean to you, let my mother reward you, why bother to talk about marriage?"

Because of her innocence, Fu Ningqing never concealed her own thoughts. She really couldn't do without Dark Ling. She wanted to be with this person all the time and never parted.

"Would you like it or not?" She was anxious and urged again.

An Ling's heart thumped and thumped non-stop, and secretly warned herself that this was the princess mansion and that he could not tolerate his presumption. Forcibly resisting the urge to hold people in his arms, he replied in a low voice, "Naturally I am willing."

The wedding date was set in March. The day of marriage was very heavy, and the huge capital was covered with silver clothes, looking extremely holy.

Fu Donglai took the younger sister in the wedding gown out of the bedroom. The soap boots left a trail of footprints in the snow. The eldest princess followed, her eyes flushed, but she was the strongest and did not cry.

"After getting married, if you feel wronged, tell your brother, don't hold it in your heart alone, remember?" The two brothers and sisters grew up together, and the relationship is very deep.

"Dark Ling won't make me wronged."

Hearing this, Fu Donglai couldn't help but roll his eyes, saying that girls are outgoing. He didn't take this to heart in the past. Until now, the baby who has been raised in the family for more than ten years is about to be out of the cabinet. The meaning of the words.

Fu Ningqing was sent to the new house. After a short wait, An Ling returned. He lifted his hijab first and asked, "Is the princess hungry after tossing for a whole day?"

The girl nodded.

An Ling ordered her servants to bring a bowl of silver silk noodles. Fu Ningqing looked up at him while eating the noodles. She knew that An Ling was born well, and her appearance was top in the entire capital. Today she put on a bright red wedding gown. , The hot color softened his edges and corners, making him more handsome and extraordinary.

Fu Ningqing couldn't eat a small bowl of silver noodles. An Ling stayed with her all year round and knew her habits well. At this moment, she reached out to take the noodle bowl and ate it in twos or twos.

The cup was filled with Hebu wine, and An Ling held the porcelain cup in front of her, and the two of them entangled their arms and drank the wine. Fu Ningqing also drank in the past, but she mostly drank wine with little stamina instead of strong and spicy soju. At this moment, her cheeks were flushed and her small face was wrinkled.

"This wine is not good, it is too spicy, and there is fire in the belly." The girl gagged and complained softly.

The maid in the room had retreated long ago, her eyes flickered, she found a bottle of rose dew from the wooden cabinet, and dropped two drops in a porcelain bowl full of clear water.

"Gargling, it's not uncomfortable."

Fu Ningqing took the porcelain bowl, his eyes were dripping with saliva, and the lips were covered with a layer of soft waves, matched with gorgeous colors, which was simply tempting.

An Ling swallowed the remaining rose water, and the water slid down the throat, and the wheat-colored skin trembled slightly. Somehow, seeing this scene, Fu Ningqing's cheek was hot, her mouth was dry, and she firmly grasped the sleeves with her hands, but did not remove her eyes.

The man chuckled and slowly took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of obscene trousers, revealing a strong chest and a thin waist.

Fu Ning Qing stood up, staring straight at Dark Ling with his eyes straight, and reached out to touch the terrible scar on his abdomen, like a beast with spikes, rough and hard.

"Why have you suffered so many injuries?"

Because of the careful maintenance, the girl's fingertips are extremely delicate, without even the slightest calluses, like the most dense and soft cream. An Ling's muscles tightened, and a stream of heat traveled through his blood, making him shudder.

"One, two, three... Seventeen? Are you a secret guard or a meat shield?"

An Ling was itchy by the little wife's little wife. She clamped her slender waist with her big hands and held the person firmly. She asked roughly, "There are scars elsewhere. Would you like to see more?"

Thinking of the painting book sent by Sister Zhuo, Fu Ningqing's face became even redder, and she whispered, "It's really ugly, but I won't despise you."

The candlelight in the room shook lightly, and Angling kissed the white jade neck lightly, and crushed the person on the bed, "Thank you, the princess."

The crimson bed tent was put down, and the warm yellow light shined through the thin fabric. Although it was not bright, it was enough for Fu Ningqing to see the remaining scars clearly.

I don't know when, she is like a new born baby, shrunk in the quilt, beside her is the most familiar and strangest guard, who is gently kissing her lips, bringing endless heat.

The faint rose fragrance diffused in his mouth, and Fu Ningqing wrapped his neck around his neck. Such an action seemed to encourage him, and Dark Ling seemed to be even more excited.

Suddenly, bursts of pain came, and the girl's eyes burst into tears. Just about to push the person away, she felt something wrong.

"Huh? It's over? Then let's rest earlier."

An Ling's forehead burst with blue veins, and gritted his teeth and said: "Ning Qing, try again..." The second time was much slower, and Fu Ningqing was so tired that his waist and back hurt, but it was quite comfortable.

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