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Chapter 142 Slander

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    "Compared with the Wei family of the Zhu Kingdom, which still has prestige in Youzhou, the Fu family has no advantage after the death of Mr. Fu.

    ??Marquis Fu has no ambitions. Among the younger generations of the Fu family, only one Fu Qibin is far away in the south of the Yangtze River as the general magistrate. The Fu family has no talented descendants. Even if they are hereditary, they are still controlled by the royal family.

    At that time, Fu Minghua was still young and just a chess piece. Concubine Cui would naturally choose Wei Minzhu, who was more beneficial.

    If he hadn¡¯t met Fu Minghua, Yan Zhui might have no objection to Concubine Cui¡¯s arrangement.

    But now, Concubine Cui doesn't want to think about those assumptions.

    "Yuan Niang, you should understand what I mean when I say this." Concubine Cui smiled. Although Fu Minghua was the eldest daughter of the Hou family, she lost her advantage once 'Xie' died.

    If he is interested in her beauty, Yan Zhui has many choices.

    "You should know that Zhui'er likes you for no other reason. It's precisely because we met when we were young that your status will be more stable in the future." Concubine Cui's words were ruthless. When Yan Zhui and Fu Minghua met, it was exactly  When she was most embarrassed.

    He is a proud man of heaven, and there will never be a situation where someone just refuses to recognize someone in the future.

    And no matter how embarrassed Fu Minghua is in the future, it will never be worse than her now.

    Although Concubine Cui¡¯s words don¡¯t sound good, the truth is right.

    After she said this, Fu Minghua began to really think about Yan Zhui.

    "But where is Madam Wei?"

    Fu Minghua thought for a while and asked.

    No matter how high Yan Zhui¡¯s status is, she still has her own pride. She will not be a concubine for anyone, even if that person is the third prince.

    The corners of Cui Guifei¡¯s mouth curled up, and her eyes were a little cold:

    "As for her, since Zhui'er doesn't like it, she naturally has to think of a way."

    Wei Minzhu was born in the Zhuguo Duke's palace and was quite useful. Concubine Cui can't get Wei Minzhu now, so naturally she can't be used to benefit Concubine Rong in the future.

    Fu Minghua pursed his lips, and Concubine Cui paused.

    She was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and was about to turn her head when she saw Yan Zhui sitting on the corner bench in the verandah in front of her, with his hand on the armrest.

    The sun was shining down, but the high roof of the corridor blocked the sunlight, causing his body to be submerged in shadow. The hand resting on the railing was exposed to the sun, making it look white and slender.

    Behind him are lotuses in full bloom, and the fingertips falling out seem to be touching the lotus pods.

    Yan Zhui smiled and squinted his eyes to look this way. Concubine Cui did not turn her face, but leaned towards Fu Minghua:

    "Yuan Niang, is my son good-looking?" Concubine Cui's words were filled with pride, as if she was showing off to Fu Minghua with some pride.

    He is indeed good-looking. When he sits there, the lotus flowers in the pond cannot hide his presence.

    Concubine Cui paused. Fu Minghua knew what she meant, so he paused before chasing towards Yan.

    "Your Highness."

    Yan Zhui¡¯s eyes fell on the chair and he said lazily: ¡°Sit.¡±

    Fu Minghua sat down, and his eyes fell on Fu Minghua, with a sense of forbearing aggression.

    "I asked someone to prepare some lotus seeds and bring them back later."

    Yan Zhui smiled, seeing her confused look, and moved her fingers slightly on the handrail, as if she wanted to catch something.

    There was a faint fragrance on her body, and his shadow was clearly reflected in her big almond-like eyes.

    "Your Highness, I don't understand."

    Yan Zhui helped her before, but now he didn't even mention it.

    She understands what Concubine Cui said, but Yan Zhui is the prince. If he marries herself instead of Wei Minzhu, he can ask for a gift of marriage.

    But what he was doing right now, and the way he looked at her, didn't seem like he just wanted to marry her.

    "What don't you understand?" He leaned over, and Fu Minghua sat still. He got closer and closer. At first, he just wanted to tease her, but in the end, his eyes were deep.

    The two of them were so close that he could smell her fragrance and see her skin as delicate as white porcelain, and her pupils seemed to be dyed with a layer of sunlight.

    He could hear her breathing.  The heart-shaped collar of the dress is submerged under the tender green myrobalan, revealing the girl's slightly rising chest.

    Yan Zhui was stunned for a moment and soon woke up.  He has a strong willpower, and it is really not easy to make him stunned. The girl raised her arm slightly, and pressed the fan in her hand against his shoulder.

      Fu Minghua looked at him with a smile, a faint blush on his cheeks, and Yan Zhui couldn't help but laugh.

    "I won't touch you."

    Although he said so, the look in his eyes was not consistent with his words.  His eyes were aggressive, scanning her whole body in an extremely slow and grinding way.

    "Your Highness, what exactly do you want to do?"

    Fu Minghua watched him reach out to grab the fan, lowered his head and took a sip, his smile faltered.

    "I want" He stuck out his tongue and touched the upper corner of his left lip, sitting up straight: "You will know one day."

    He is always like this, always stopping just before he is about to be rude, leaving people helpless against him.

    Fu Minghua suddenly sympathized with Yan Xin. She had also seen what happened to Yan Xin in the pavilion before. She could easily imagine the disastrous consequences of going against someone like Yan Zhui.

    "Yuan Niang, what kind of butterfly do you like? I'll let Rong Tuying catch it for you."

    The Rong Tuying mentioned by Yan Zhui is the seventh brother of Concubine Rong. Rong Tuying is the husband of Mrs. Zheng Guo and the biological father of Rong Sanniang. He is one of the famous handsome men in the Tang Dynasty.

    The young man said such flattering words with a calm expression. Fu Minghua lowered his head: "Your Highness, do you want to recommend Rong Tuying?"

    As soon as she finished speaking, the corners of Yan Zhui's lips curled up slightly.

    "Not bad!" He nodded. After Concubine Rong ascended the throne, the Rong family became prosperous.

    But among the Rong family, there are also ambitious people like Mr. Fu.

    This Rong Tuying is one of them.  Compared with other members of the Rong family, Rong Tuying has a thick face and a dark heart, and is like a grassroots who will follow whoever gets the upper hand.

    "He has a beautiful wife and daughter." When Yan Zhui said this, he glanced at Fu Minghua and said that Rong Sanniang and her daughter were both beautiful in their own way, but it seemed to him that they were not even half as beautiful as Fu Minghua.

    Yan Zhui's thoughts suddenly moved: "If Sanniang is allowed to enter the palace, sooner or later Mrs. Zheng will have to serve both mother and daughter."

    At this point, Yan Zhui paused: "Yuan Niang, I heard that this Rong Tuying was a rare handsome man when he was young. He had countless beauties and close friends around him. After marriage, he never hesitated to marry Mrs. Zheng Guo. I  Seeing that He Yuanshen is somewhat similar to him, he might even be able to offer his wife to defend the Duke's palace in the future."

    Fu Minghua was stunned for a moment. At first, she didn't understand what the relationship between Rong Tuying and He Yuanshen he mentioned was, but he looked at her reservedly, as if He Yuanshen had offended him somewhere.  She recalled the scene where He Yuanshen tried to please her in every possible way.

    When Yan Zhui said this, it seemed as if he was trying his best to discredit He Yuanshen in front of her.

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