Wine and Frost

Chapter 1

Fu Shuang was the youngest son of Fu Tanglin, the Prime Minister of the current dynasty.When the prime minister's wife was pregnant with him, the womb was insufficient, and it was a dystocia, and she passed away after giving birth to Fu Shuang.As a child, she was raised in another hospital in the mountains, and grew up soaking in medicine jars. It was all because Li Taiyi told Fu Shuang to need a quiet place to recuperate, so that this congenitally deficient body could be cured.

After the wife's death, the prime minister never reunited, but his attitude towards his youngest son was very indifferent at first.

Obviously he couldn't blame Fu Shuang, but because of some anger that he couldn't let go of, the prime minister hadn't visited him in the mountain courtyard for many years.On the contrary, Fu Miao, who is a few years older than Fu Shuang, often goes up the mountain to visit and stay there for a while.

After a little longer, the prime minister's heart knot was also relieved a lot.Fu Shuang didn't go down the mountain in the early years, and was carefully raised by the imperial physician year after year, but now his body is much better.

After the age of 12, the prime minister would visit him in other courtyards every year, and maybe Fu Shuang went back to the house every year during the Flower Festival and Chinese New Year.

It happened that Fu Shuang's seventeenth birthday had passed, and it coincided with the annual Flower Festival in Chang'an City, so he ordered his servants to hire a carriage to go down the mountain to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Young master, do you feel unwell?" Ruoqing, Fu Shuang's personal maid, asked, and took out the Jingxin Pill specially prepared by Li Taiyi.

Fu Shuang curled the corner of her mouth helplessly, and said softly, "Put away the Jingxin pill first, I won't feel bad for the time being."

Sitting in the carriage and listening to the noise outside, Fu Shuang slightly opened the window.

"It's already entered the city." Fu Shuang looked at the scene outside for a while and then closed the window: "This year seems to be more lively than previous years. The new emperor's ascension to the throne should be done in a grand way."

A few months ago, the former emperor passed away and the crown prince succeeded him.The fourth emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Cheng Moqi.Originally an idle prince who was not favored by the world, after succeeding to the throne, he governed diligently and decisively, and the new emperor who tore away his lazy pretense was more meritocratic and equal than the previous emperor.

Ruoqing took out a bag of osmanthus cake wrapped in oil paper from the box and handed it to Fu Shuang. This osmanthus cake was originally specially made by the pastry chef in the other courtyard. A little sweet.

Fu Shuang couldn't eat too much sweet, but he liked these fragrant and sweet pastries, so he had to eat a piece to satisfy his craving.

When the carriage arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was already dark. After Fu Shuang got out of the car, he found that outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, his elder brother had been waiting for him at the door.

"Brother." Fu Shuang called her elder brother softly, with a slight smile on her face.

Fu Miao patted his younger brother's head, "Now he looks much better, not like a few years ago when he was so skinny and out of shape."

"I'm not so skinny..."

In fact, the two brothers do not look alike.Fu Miao is more like a prime minister, with tall stature, sword eyebrows and starry eyes.And Fu Shuang, thin and small, with fair skin, and lovely apricot eyes, was exactly the same as the prime minister's wife.

"The Huachao Festival will only start tomorrow, so let's have a good rest tonight. Dad is not at home, and this meal has been reheated several times. Walking around, I am so hungry."

"It's so late, is father still discussing matters before the imperial court?"

"After the new emperor ascended the throne, father is even more busy."

Fu Shuang nodded half understanding, "I'm hungry too, Ruoqing in the carriage only allowed me to eat a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"I know you like sweet food, and I have prepared Furong Crispy Osmanthus Cake and Rice Balls for you." Fu Miao rubbed her younger brother's head again.

Ruoqing sighed helplessly: "Eldest young master, you also know that young master can't eat too much sweet food."

"His appetite is that he can't eat after a few mouthfuls. How can he finish it all. My brother likes it, so it doesn't matter to prepare a few more."

While talking, Fu Miao dragged Fu Shuang into the room.

A good night's sleep after eating and drinking.It was three poles high in the sun, but Fu Shuang didn't wake up.When Ruoqing came in with the medicine, Fu Shuang woke up with sleepy eyes.After washing up, Fu Shuang finished the drink with a bitter face and hurriedly stuffed a piece of hibiscus cake to relieve the pain.

"Young master, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease."

After eating the hibiscus cake, the bitter taste in the mouth is almost gone.In the past, Hua Chaojie's elder brother would only take him out at night, and Fu Shuang would stay in his room to read and write during the day.

During Fu Shuang's years of living in other courtyards, the prime minister has invited teachers to teach him lessons. He is not expected to get a good reputation, but reading and practicing calligraphy is a must.

Thinking about being bored is boring, so Fu Shuang would write some novels when he was in better health, mainly about his own wonderful imagination, about the love between the mountain elves and men and women in the world.In fact, he really doesn't know anything about love.

After finishing the first novel about the vixen and the scholar, Ruoqing praised it after reading it, and said that she might as well show it to the bookstore in the city, maybe it could be published as a booklet.

Fu Shuang also gave herself a pseudonym, called Shuangcha, and later the booklets sold out, and the publishing house began to accept Fu Shuang's manuscripts regularly, and Ruoqing would drop by Ruoqing when she went to the city to buy them.Because of his natural writing style, and the description of the emotions between fairies and humans is particularly interesting, so Ruocha's novels are also very popular.

It's just that Fu Shuang never told his father and elder brother about publishing the book, and on the one hand, he couldn't say it.

The time spent indulging in the brochure passed quickly, and it was only when Fu Miao came to knock on the door that Fu Shuang realized that it was already dark.Putting on the moon-white clothes and headband that Ruoqing had prepared, she went out with Fu Miao.

Baihua's birthday is a good day, and half of the spring is not yet in the flower dynasty; it is decorated with colorful brocades to celebrate the god of flowers.There are also flower lamps hanging on the branches of flowering trees, and the lights and red flowers and green branches form an interesting contrast.The street is also very lively, full of voices.There was a sea of ​​people coming and going, although Fu Shuang wanted to see more fireworks in the city, but he couldn't stay longer in crowded places. Once he felt uncomfortable, he had to find a quiet place to rest.

He obviously wanted to see the beautiful fireworks, but he still felt uncomfortable after taking the Jingxin Pill, so he had to give up.Fu Miao thought that she could only take him to the nearest restaurant - Huayue Building to find a room to rest.

"Brother, I'm fine, I still want to watch the fireworks..." Fu Shuang pulled Fu Miao's sleeve and whispered.

"You can't even stand still, so why bother? I said earlier that you will not be able to bear it if there are too many people and too much noise." Fu Miao looked at her younger brother helplessly, and tightened the hand holding Fu Shuang's right shoulder.

The restaurant was also very lively. When the two first entered Huayue Tower, they were very worried that they would not be able to book a room.Before he could find the shopkeeper in the future, he happened to meet the prime minister.

"father?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Tanglin raised his eyes, looked at the sickly younger son and the worried older son, and understood what was going on.

"Shuang'er's body needs to be raised quietly. She can't stand the excitement, so don't be careful." Fu Tanglin waved at the two of them, "The Huayue Tower has already been full, you two come with me. Your Majesty Weifu private visit, just booked a room."

Fu Shuang tugged his brother's sleeve nervously, opened his almond-shaped eyes and asked questioningly: "Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty said that he wanted to see this year's Huachao Festival. He is tired and taking a nap at the moment. You have to be careful when you go in and talk, so as not to displease Your Majesty." Fu Tanglin said as he led the two of them up to the second floor.

Cheng Moqi was leaving the palace in micro-clothes, and he also wanted to come and see how lively the carefully prepared Huachao Festival was.It's a pity that the new emperor, who always likes to be quiet, lost his interest when he was crowded by this crowd.Even in the side room, facing a table of delicacies, I have no appetite, and I look down at the lights of the city through the open window.

Suddenly seeing a familiar face, the person disappeared within a blink of an eye in astonishment.

Wei Qi?Impossible, Wei Qie has already...

Yue Mo misjudged the person, Cheng Moqi laughed at himself and drank the wine in his glass.

When Fu Tanglin led his two sons in, he just glanced at them without interest.Just at this moment, he saw Fu Shuang who was half hidden behind Fu Miao.

She has a small and straight nose, a pale face, but her lips are extremely pale.Cheng Moqi stared at Fu Shuang in a daze for a while.

It looks so much like Ah Qie, this face is almost exactly the same, but - in terms of stature alone, he is much shorter, Wei Qie has been practicing martial arts all year round, and his complexion is much healthier than the sick Young Master Fu in front of him.Then there are these round eyes, which make the whole face much more beautiful and less heroic.

Perhaps it was because Cheng Moqi's eyes were too direct, when Fu Shuang met his eyes, she couldn't help but shrink back behind Fu Miao.

"See the emperor." Fu Tanglin gestured to the two stunned sons with his eyes, and broke the strange atmosphere with his voice.

Only then did Cheng Moqi look away, coughed lightly and said, "Prime Minister, this is the first time I've seen your youngest son. Well, it's well hidden."

Fu Tanglin quickly glanced at Fu Shuang, frowned, and said with a smile: "Shuang'er has been in poor health since she was a child, and she listened to the imperial hospital's instructions to keep her quiet, so she has been raised in a remote mountain courtyard."

Cheng Moqi smiled lightly as if suddenly remembering something, and turned his eyes to Fu Shuang.

"It just so happens that your youngest son showed up just in time, but he helped me a lot." Cheng Moqi took a sip of his wine and said lightly, "I already have someone to choose for Ling Xuehan's marriage."

"General Ling's marriage?" The prime minister didn't understand what the emperor meant at first, what does this have to do with Fu Shuang?Could it be - Fu Tanglin glanced at his youngest son suspiciously, could it be?

Ling Xuehan, the general of Zhenbei, a family of generals, three generations of loyal, strong martial arts, and extraordinary beauty.His cold face all the year round and his demeanor that he doesn't get close to strangers can't stop the secret wishes of the [-]-year-old girls in the city.

Until he announced in a high-profile manner that he was a broken sleeve.

There was no prohibition on masculinity among the nobles of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there were also cases where the emperor gave marriages to important ministers and male wives, but it was often for the purpose of severing offspring.

As for Ling Xuehan, he is a broken sleeve, so giving the 25-year-old General Ling a marriage has become Cheng Moqi's biggest headache.

They grew up together when they were young, and the emperor's riding and archery martial arts all come from one master, that is Ling Xuehan's father.It is often said that heroes are short-lived. In the Ling family, Ling Xuehan is the only one left among the three generations of generals.

Originally, General Ling also had someone he liked, but swords had no eyes on the battlefield, and that man blocked a fatal blow for Ling Xuehan before letting go.

Since then, General Ling has never heard of any heartbeats.

And the person who blocked the knife for Ling Xuehan was Wei Qi.

Fu Shuang happened to be like him seven points in life.