The war was discussed until after dinner, and then everyone left the palace.
At the palace gate, after saying goodbye to the Yan family, Fu Ciyi immediately grabbed Yan Funing's hand and got into the carriage.
The man's hands were dry and warm, and he was clenching them tightly, with signs of getting tighter and tighter. Yan Funing knew that he was angry.
"Husband, you know I can sew wounds. If I go to the battlefield, I promise not to cause trouble."
She kept her voice as gentle as possible so as not to upset him.
"Grandfather-in-law and father-in-law are both against it, and your brothers are also against it, so you still insist?"
Fu Ciyi's voice was cold, as if he was restraining something.
"But if you agree, they will definitely agree too."
"Do you think I will agree?" the man asked.
"No?"
"The enemy doesn't care whether you're a woman or not. Besides, if a woman goes to the battlefield, what if she gets captured..."
The consequences are unimaginable.
Not to mention that she is ugly and ugly, many men would have dirty thoughts about her.
Yan Funing lowered her head: "I will stay in the barracks and not run around. I will not go to the battlefield to kill the enemy myself. I will stay in the rear..."
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Fu Ciyi: "You are the only one who wants to kill the enemy?"
Yan Funing closed her mouth tightly.
Seeing the anger on his face, she simply stopped mentioning it on the way back.
Who would have thought that as soon as the car stopped at the gate of the palace, he would pick up the person and carry him out of the car.
In the past, when Eunuch Song and Butler Yu saluted him, he would always respond, and even if he didn't respond, he would nod.
He seemed particularly angry tonight. Regardless of the two old people's doubts, he carried her back to the room with a cold face.
"Husband."
She had just opened her mouth to call out when he blocked her mouth.
“Hmm…”
After kissing her for a while, Fu Ciyi held her in his arms and strode towards the bed. The next moment, he pressed her soft body hard onto the bed.
The man's fierceness was evident, and the wolfish intent in his eyes was undisguised. Yan Funing felt panicked and at a loss as if a storm was about to break out. Even her voice trembled unconsciously: "Husband, husband, please don't do this."
"How am I?"
"Don't be so fierce, I'm scared." She put her hands on his strong chest, "Let's talk it out, okay?"
"Isn't my husband gentle enough?"
No matter how much I tried to persuade her, she just wouldn't listen.
Why would such a delicate woman go to the battlefield?
It is undeniable that her medical skills are very high, but she is only one person. In the eyes of the entire army, what are her medical skills?
What's more, he didn't want her to make any mistakes.
The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. He will have to command the troops and will have no time to take care of her. If anything happens to her, he will hate himself to death.
Yan Funing didn't dare to say anything else. While he was taking off his outer robe, she hid aside and thought about jumping off the bed.
But she didn't expect that he would grab her waist in the next moment and push her down on the bed again.
Fu Ciyi was afraid that her head would hit the bed frame, so he protected her head with one hand and pinched her waist with the other hand uncontrollably, and his cold, thin lips pressed down on her without mercy.
"Um...husband..."
The bed was soon a mess.
Yan Funing cried intermittently and begged him sadly.
She really couldn't bear it.
I thought I had gradually adapted to the situation in the past few days, but I didn't expect him to go crazy tonight.
Fu Ciyi only knew that he had been considerate of her before and had not completely exposed his true nature, but tonight he had to say anything to let her know that if he got angry, the consequences would be serious.
"Still want to go to the battlefield?"
Tears welled up in Yan Funing's eyes as she shook her head delicately, "No, I'm not going."
She pushed him away with her limp hands.
I really don't have the strength left, and pushing like this seems like I'm trying to accept but also reject.
Fu Ciyi grabbed both of her wrists and lifted them above her head, confirming, "You really aren't going, huh?"
His eyes were filled with desire, but his voice was too cold and hard.
She begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "I really won't go, my husband, please forgive me."
"good."
Facts have proved that men’s words cannot be trusted completely.
He said it was very nice, and after tormenting her in bed, he felt it was not enough, so he took her to the bathhouse and tormented her again.
It wasn't until the sky was white that he carried her back to the bed. He pressed his thin lips against hers and whispered, "My dear wife, be good. When your husband returns triumphantly, we'll have a daughter."
Yan Funing was extremely sleepy and tired, and nodded softly in his arms.
She slept until the afternoon, and when she woke up with a sore waist and fatigue all over her body, she found that she was the only one in the bed.
Hearing the noise in the bedroom, Caiyu hurried in.
"Miss, my son-in-law left early this morning to discuss the war. We must assign the soldiers today. He also said that you should rest and not be disturbed."
Yan Funing pinched her waist: "I understand."
Given the current situation, he will probably have to go to war soon.
Thinking of this, she hurried out of bed.
We must prepare some good medicine for him in case of emergency.
"Young lady, you must be starving. I'll have someone heat up the food."
"Okay, just make something."
She had to make some medicine and also asked the Imperial Hospital to prepare some medicinal materials.
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On this day, Fu Ciyi went out early in the morning and did not return until late at night.
As soon as he returned to the palace, he heard Cai Shi say, "Your Highness, the princess was busy in the study and she cut her finger."
"Cut your finger?"
Fu Ciyi's already cool and handsome face was instantly covered with gloomy clouds.
When he strode into Yan Funing's study, he saw her frowning and squeezing blood from her fingertips into a small jade bowl.
How could she do this when she was extremely afraid of pain in the past?
He immediately scolded: "Yan Funing!"
The voice was so cold and terrifying that Yan Funing trembled with fear, and the blood beads on her fingertips slid down to the edge of the bowl.
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