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    Yan Zhui said with a smile: "Here is a Yueyang Tower poem written by Yang Xuanli, which is engraved in the doorpost. Why don't you go up and have a look?"

    Fu Minghua also became interested and nodded.

    In fact, even standing outside the corridor, I was blown away by the wind.

    Her cloak was left inside, and the wind at the end of February in Jiangzhou was still quite permeable.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It feels invigorating when I blow it, but it will inevitably feel a bit cold as time goes by.

    It¡¯s also good to be able to go upstairs and sit in the house.

    Yan Zhui also felt the slight coldness in her palms and asked if it was cold.

    He wore a green robe with a round neck and narrow sleeves, a nine-ring jade belt around his waist, black leather Liuhe boots, and a folded scarf on his head. He looked handsome and handsome. He looked as usual after being blown by the wind for a while, and he didn't look too cold.

    Fu Minghua was really a little cold, but maybe Aunt Jiang didn't bother her when she saw her talking to Yan Zhui.

    Thinking of this, Fu Minghua discovered a problem. There were quite a few maids and women around him, but there seemed to be no one around Yan Zhui to serve him closely.

    When she was young, she saw that there were palace ladies waiting on him, but when he was older, he had to see Qi Shao more often, and she was a little curious.

    Yan Zhui saw the look on her face and led her upstairs.

    He stood calmly in the direction of the wind, his tall figure blocking most of the wind, which made Fu Minghua feel much better immediately.

    She was not ungrateful and lowered her voice to thank him.

    "There is no one waiting beside His Highness." She held his hand with one hand and carried her skirt up the stairs with the other, looking back at him.

    Even if he is standing two steps higher than him, he still has an unyielding momentum.

    This corridor was originally quite wide, but as soon as he stood there, it always felt a little narrower.

    Yan Zhui gave her a meaningful look and held Fu Minghua's hand tighter: "No one needs to serve you."

    He meant something, but Fu Minghua didn't understand the meaning of his words at all. Yan Zhui said, "Where are the words Yang Xuanli." He stretched out his hand and pointed, and Fu Minghua turned around to look, not caring about the person beside him.  There is no one to wait on.

    The girl¡¯s features were picturesque, she was obviously very close to him, but she seemed far away from him.

    He took a deep look and took a slight whiff of her fragrance.

    Fu Minghua wanted to go over and take a look, but Yan Zhui stood still. She took a step, her hand was in his palm, and she was controlled by him, and she could no longer move.

    Speaking of serving people, he remembered that there were people waiting on him in the palace. However, in his early years, he had great ambitions and saw all kinds of beauties. Ordinary palace officials and female officials could not catch his eye.

    As he grew older, he started to have some thoughts about her, and Emperor Jia'an assigned him a lot of tasks, so naturally he didn't have the intention.

    ¡° If it weren¡¯t Fu Minghua who wanted to marry, but some other random person, he probably wouldn¡¯t have the heart to accompany someone to visit Yueyang Tower.

    Yan Zhui always thought that he was pure in heart and had few desires, but this time he returned to Jiangzhou and he had some thoughts.

    "Your Highness?"

    Seeing that he was standing still, Fu Minghua turned around and called him, and he quickly followed him upstairs.

    Yang Xuanli's calligraphy was originally inscribed on Yueyang Tower. At that time, some students saw that the artistic conception of the poem was not bad and the calligraphy was quite good, so they copied it.

    It was not until Yang Xuanli died and became famous that this thing was taken out, and then in memory of Yang Xuanli, it was engraved on the Yueyang Tower.

    In fact, this calligraphy was not written by Yang Xuanli himself, but it can be seen that when he wrote this calligraphy, Yang Xuanli was already in a state of despair and was disheartened about the current situation and the future. The handwriting has a bit of madness, which is not as good as his.  His early works are full of vitality.

    But the poem is a good poem.

    Fu Minghua watched for a long time, but Yan Zhui said nothing.

    "what do you think?"

    She asked, Yan Zhui just glanced at her.

    When he was a child, he started writing, copying the calligraphy of earlier descendants of the Wang family, and imitating many famous scholars. It was not until he was in his teens that his wrists gained some strength and he developed his own handwriting.

    Yang Xuanli's poems are quite famous and his handwriting is not bad, but in Yan Zhui's eyes, they are nothing unusual.

    "After I return from Shanzhou, I will write a few calligraphy stickers. Yuan Niang can try copying them." His handwriting is not bad, even Emperor Jia'an can write well, but Yan Zhui naturally hopes that Fu Minghua will just  Copy his handwriting.

    "Okay." She responded with a smile. Such gentleness and obedience made Yan Zhui look even gentler.

    "I don't need?Others wait.  "He repeated again.

    After the two got married, they already had her, and he looked down on others. The word "arrogant" was very appropriate for him.

    Fu Minghua was confused at first. The two sat in Yueyang Tower for a while and had tea and snacks. It was definitely too late to go to Junshan today.

    There are also rules for picking tea. It is not good to pick tea after the time has passed.

    During the break, we stopped at the inn. Yuwen from Jiangling Prefecture sent a large number of gifts, and Yan Zhui had them all delivered to Fu Minghua.

    I thought that the tea-picking trip would be possible tomorrow, but after taking a bath in the evening, a servant showed up outside. Biqing went out and said when she came back:

    "Madam, the third prince is gone."

    There was an urgent report from Shanzhou and he had to leave overnight.

    He left in a hurry, and only asked someone to bring him a few words: "His Royal Highness said that he would accompany you to Jiangling again in the future."

    Fu Minghua nodded. Aunt Jiang spread the ointment in her hand and gently spread it on her jade-white and pink arms. She smiled and said, "Your Highness is a person who does great things."

    She responded lazily and lay down after finishing everything.

    The next day I went to Junshan again. Although Yan Zhui had left, he had arranged everything long ago. The wife of the prefect Wang Song personally accompanied her, with a flattering look on her face and eloquent words. She only said that when the new tea is ready, it must be  Sending two pounds to the Changle Marquis Mansion.

    At noon, I got up and went back to Jiangzhou.

    When she was invited to Yueyang Tower again for the Xie Shu Banquet, she lost a bit of interest.

    She enrolled in the Xie family school and attended classes with several ladies from the Xie family. The lady who taught her was not very good-looking, but she did have some talents. She was good at teaching women's red and four arts. After a few days, she was quite good at it.  Experience.

    In the morning, at the Xie Shu Banquet, he came to pick her up in a soft sedan chair.

    This place is still far away from the ancestral studies. Every day, the young lady from the Xie Mansion will go there in a sedan chair.  Fu Minghua had just arrived, and there was no special sedan. Zhu said that he would arrange it for her, but he invited her to go with him to the thank-you banquet. This way, he could show his closeness, bring the relationship closer between the two, and show his gratitude at the same time.  The family did not treat her as an outsider.

    "Did Yuanniang, the university teacher taught by Master yesterday, memorize it when she went back?"

    Xie Shuyan and Fu Minghua sat side by side with a smile on their faces.

    "After greeting the elders, I went back and copied it twice." Fu Minghua glanced at her and replied.

    The rules of the Xie family are strict. Mrs. Zhao Guotai is not young, but she still has to wait for the younger generation to come to greet her every day. The girls of the Xie family have to go after school.

    Hearing what she said, Xie Shuyan smiled and said, "I copied it several times before I could remember it."

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