My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Chapter 173 Playing

Fu Shiyan watched Huaying disappear from his sight before turning to look at Fu Feng, "But what's the news from the Rui Palace?"

Fu Feng nodded, "The spies reported that King Rui went to Lin Town at midnight last night, and there is a large courtyard in Lin Town with about 30 young men, including Lord Zhang from the Ministry of War."

Fu Shiyan's eyes flashed darkly, and his handsome face was frosty. "What a good Lord Zhang, send some people to keep an eye on the courtyard of Linzhen, and the other part of the people continue to keep an eye on Prince Rui. Don't alert the enemy, and don't take in any evidence of buying Prince Rui."

Fu Feng received the order and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and looked back carefully at Fu Shiyan, "Master, do we still need to keep an eye on the Shen Mansion?"

Fu Shiyan sat back on the high stool, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the tabletop, "The people from the Shen residence should withdraw."

Now he is married to Huaying. People in the Shen Mansion have been investigating for two years without any progress. His close friends in the court have also helped him investigate the Shen family's background, but they did not find anything unusual.

But what did my father mean by what he said before he died?

Fu Shiyan looked a little tired. He raised his hand and pinched his sore brows. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes slightly to rest.

At this time, Huaying came back from Aunt Zhang's house after getting something. As soon as she entered the door, she shouted, "Fu Shiyan, I can't carry it anymore. Come here quickly."

Fu Shiyan, who was in the room, listened to Huaying's words revealing her dependence on him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a beautiful arc.

He stood up and walked out of the room, and at a glance he saw his little wife holding a bunch of things.

Looking at Huaying struggling to carry the pile of things and staggering towards the kitchen, the smile on Fu Shiyan's lips became more obvious.

Every night when he looked at the person beside him, he felt extremely fortunate that the Shen family had nothing to do with the fire that wiped out the Fu Mansion, and that he could still have his own happiness.

He walked quickly forward and took the thing from Huaying's arms.

"Madam, you have worked hard. You should take a rest. I will cook." He said gently.

When Huaying heard Fu Shiyan's words, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

She followed Fu Shiyan and asked coquettishly, "What delicious food are you going to make for me?"

"My husband can make noodles. Madam, you will have a good meal today."

Fu Shiyan had a faint smile on his face. After putting everything in order, he washed his hands and prepared to cook.

Seeing this, Huaying was secretly delighted. She happily brushed off the non-existent dust on her body and lay back in the rocking chair leisurely. She stared at Fu Shiyan who was busy in the kitchen with her beautiful eyes. A satisfied smile was on her face and her heart was as sweet as a blooming flower.

"Fu Shiyan, when we get old, let's settle down in Taohua Village. The scenery here is beautiful, and the peach blossoms are still there. It's really suitable for retirement."

Huaying said excitedly.

When Fu Shiyan heard her words, his movements paused slightly.

Ever since the incident in the Fu family, he never thought that he would have the chance to live such a simple and happy life.

He slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on Huaying's smiling little face, his eyes were gentle and doting.

"Okay, everything is up to Madam's arrangement."

Then he lowered his head and cut the washed vegetables.

However, he began to think about finding a safe place for Huaying in case someone hurt her in the future.

.......

In the next few days, Fu Shiyan took Huaying to Bali Town to check the restaurant's revenue, and then took her to Youzhou, where the mountains were rolling and the streams were gurgling.

The streets and alleys of Youzhou City were crowded with people. Fu Shiyan held Huaying's hand and walked among the crowd, fearing that she would get lost.

On both sides of the street, many stalls display novel and interesting gadgets.

Huaying was attracted by the lifelike little clay dolls on the stall.

She picked up the clay doll and couldn't let it go, thinking to herself, this clay doll is so delicate and cute, Shi Nuan will definitely like it!

So she turned to Fu Shiyan and said, "Fu Shiyan, I want this."

Fu Shiyan smiled and nodded, took out a few coins and handed them to the stall owner.

When he looked at the clay doll in Huaying's hand, he couldn't help but think of what Fu Yi once said that it would be difficult for her to be a mother in this life.

His eyes dimmed, hiding a hint of pain.

Huaying didn't notice Fu Shiyan's abnormality, and still happily pulled him towards a pastry shop.

Shi Nuan likes mung bean cake and osmanthus cake the most, so I brought some back for her to taste.

"Fu Shiyan, I want to buy some cakes."

Fu Shiyan listened to her calling his name, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

In the capital, perhaps only his wife dared to call him by his name.

"Okay, Madam, buy it if you want."

The doting in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

Huaying picked out several flavors of pastries and left the shop satisfied.

Fu Shiyan held her soft little hand, his eyes fixed on her smile, his eyes full of doting and love.

The two of them walked and stopped along the way, and finally returned to the capital when Fu Shiyan's vacation ended.

Zhang Bo, who had been waiting at the gate of Fu's house for a long time, finally saw the carriage with his family's emblem.

He finally put his worries to rest and quickly ordered the servants to prepare to welcome the master and his mistress.

The carriage stopped, and Fu Shiyan got off first. Then he carefully carried the sleeping Huaying in his arms and walked to Luohuayuan with vigorous steps.

At this time, the front yard of Luohuayuan completely replicated the furnishings of Molan Pavilion, and the backyard was the small garden of Taohua Village.

Fu Shiyan gently placed Huaying on the bed, looked at her cheeks which were flushed from deep sleep, and couldn't help but peck her lightly.

As if unsatisfied, she pecked him lightly again. Huaying, who was looking for water to drink in her dream, hugged Fu Shiyan's neck in a daze, sucking on his red lips, making a watery sound.

Fu Shiyan's body tightened as she sucked him. He deepened the kiss and reached out to lower the curtain to cover up the embarrassing scene.

When the love reached its peak, Fu Shiyan looked at Huaying with expectation in his eyes, and whispered in her ear, "Madam, can we have a baby?"

Huaying responded in a daze.

Fu Shiyan looked at the well-behaved person under him, and the deep love that he could no longer hold back burst out...

The next day, Huaying came to the backyard under the guidance of Qinghe.

Looking at the small garden in front of her, Huaying's mouth corners slightly raised.

"Madam, the master really dotes on you. He put a lot of effort into this little garden. And the front yard feels just like the Molan Pavilion in our Shen Mansion."

It would be a lie for Huaying to say that she was not touched, as she could see how much Fu Shiyan doted on her.

"Qinghe, tell the kitchen to add two of the master's favorite dishes for lunch."

Qinghe responded with a smile and turned to leave.

Huaying sat back on the recliner, reaching out her hand and gently stroking the flowers placed beside her.

It is the time of season change, and it must have taken a lot of thought and effort to find such beautiful flowers.

Her thoughts gradually drifted back to last night, when Fu Shiyan whispered in her ear.

Huaying couldn't help but move her hand gently to her lower abdomen, her eyes revealing a desire that was hard to conceal.

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that God would bless her and Fu Shiyan with a lovely and healthy child...