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    In fact, the two of them met not too late, but he used to have higher eyesight and didn't like to look at people seriously.

    "If she hadn't accidentally spoken to Fu Minghua at that time, and she uttered that little limerick, I'm afraid he would never have noticed her in his life.

    She is so quiet and well-behaved, I am afraid that if you don¡¯t notice her, you will only have a superficial impression of her throughout your life, and you may miss her.

    If he misses her, then he may follow the established routine and marry either Wei Minzhu or someone else. Once he becomes powerful in the future, he will kill his first wife and rule the world like Emperor Jia'an. He will be cold and ruthless throughout his life.

    But if his life is like this, with great power, what about Fu Minghua?

    She will marry someone else. It may be the traitor of the Lu family who once had a crush on her, or it may be the frail He Yuanshen.

    Just when he thought about it, he felt an uncontrollable surge of murderous intent in his heart.

    But luckily he discovered her first and didn't miss her, but his desire was endless.

    She has appeared since she was still ignorant, and even now that she has obtained Fu Minghua, Yan Zhui still feels a little regretful.

    He missed the time she had before they met, and he was greedy for more.

    "Yuan Niang, when you read the limerick, did you want to attract my attention?"

    Yan Zhui shook her hand and asked, with a look of hope in his eyes.

    He thought of the 'poem' that was not a poem, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper.

    Fu Minghua pursed his lips. He was still waiting for her answer, with a look of anticipation on his face.

    She held back what she was about to say, moved her pink lips, nodded, and admitted in a low voice: "Yes."

    Yan Zhui immediately smiled, his face filled with spring breeze, and he reached out to touch her lips:

    "What a good little lady, I like her."

    Fu Minghua turned his head away, his neck covered with blush.

    Yan Zhui was in a good mood and pulled her into the house quickly.

    The important things in the house were almost packed away, but some of the furnishings had not been changed. Yan Zhui entered the inner room and only said that he wanted to rest for a while. Aunt Jiang and others did not dare to come in after getting water, so Fu Minghua had to twist it.  Wipe his face with a handkerchief.

    He closed his eyes, and only waited for her to stand up to leave, then he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

    The curtain above her head swayed slightly due to the two people's movements. She didn't know if she was back in a familiar room. She hid her lips and yawned, resting her head on Yan Zhui's chest.

    The hairpin was still on and she was not comfortable lying down. She lay there for a while and was about to sit up when Yan Zhui pulled her back to her original position.

    After squinting their eyes for a while at the Changlehou Mansion, the two set off to return home. Before leaving, the Changlehou Mansion looked reluctant to leave and repeatedly asked to stay.

    When she returned to the mansion, Yan Zhui followed her all the way into the house. After she entered the house, she took off her hair and washed herself, then she also went to wash up and changed into light clothes before coming out.

    Fu Minghua's long hair was spread behind her back, and she wore a soft white silk skirt, covered with a snow-green thin and transparent gauze.  Inside is a white pocket embroidered with twining branches and double flowers.

    The white ribbon goes diagonally from the chest to the slender neck and is knotted at the back of the neck.

    Yan Zhui looked a little jealous.

    Aunt Jiang had already been told to take the wooden box where Fu Minghua kept his letters and put it on the low table on the couch. While Fu Minghua came out, Yan Zhui had already unlocked it and took out all the letters inside.  Seal it and open it.

    Many of the letters he sent at that time are all stored here. Yan Zhui was very satisfied and stretched out his hand to Fu Minghua. When she caught him, he hugged her.

    "Read it and listen."

    He hugged Fu Minghua and went to the bed, and the two of them squeezed together. The weather was so hot that even with an ice basin in the room, the temperature could not drop much. However, he was very happy with it. He asked someone to bring a fan in and waved it slowly.  , the breeze comes slowly.

    The letter read: There has been continuous heavy rain in Shanzhou recently, and every step you take, you will get stuck in the mud.

    She leaned in Yan Zhui's arms, curled up her feet, and recited softly: "the water in the Yellow River is gradually rising, and Anbei is crowded with people." Her voice was gentle, and as she recited it slowly, a picture appeared in front of Yan Zhui's eyes.  He recalled the scene when he led the troops to inspect the situation in Anbei that day.

    By that time, it had been raining for several days, and the river flooded the fertile fields on both sides of the river. It was the autumn harvest season, and the frightened people fled to Anbei and other places. The government opened warehouses to release grain and accommodate them.

    ¡°Tubo has always been ambitious, and the Turks are also hostile to?The Tangshan River is watching with eager eyes, but fortunately the rain is not heavy, the river water does not rise high, and dams have been built on both sides, so there are not many places affected by the disaster.

    Just in case, he often leads his troops on patrols. Even if he is from a noble family, he can't really achieve military success by hiding in a shed and enjoying it.

    When he went out, the mud and water splashed by the horses' hooves sometimes flew all over him.

    The raincoat was soaked by the rain and clung to his body. Through the cold chainmail, it sank several times more. At that time, his clothes had never been dry during the day.

    In such a situation, you need to be more vigilant.

    Recalling that feeling, he rubbed his chin on the top of her head.

    ??The memories that were not originally wonderful, when she recited them now, always had a different feeling. He listened quietly to her:

    "If Yuanniang sees me, she will definitely not recognize me."

    Having said this, Fu Minghua paused.

    "Why don't you read it anymore?"

    Yan Zhui lowered his head and put his face against her cheek. She was still not used to such intimacy, so she stretched her neck to hide.

    The more she hid, the more he took over her. He buried his face in Fu Minghua's slender neck, and the hot breath he exhaled blew on her ears, and the lovely and crystal clear earlobes became hot.

    The hair was not pulled up, but hung down behind her. It was not completely dry. The moisture soaked their thin clothes. As the two of them pressed closer together, the curves of their bodies became more distinct.

    "My lord, I can recognize you." She raised her head to avoid him, but Yan Zhui hugged her tighter and kissed her slowly on her plump forehead, which was very close to him when she turned her head.

    "real?"

    Yan Zhui deliberately teased her, Fu Minghua nodded: "I really recognize you."

    He laughed softly, his laughter was brisk and he was obviously very happy.

    "Even if you can recognize it, how can I be willing to let you go to Shanzhou?" His soft lips touched her forehead time and time again. After hearing these words, she felt her heart tremble, and she closed her eyes to accept his kiss.  The eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

    Yan Zhui raised his head and motioned for her to continue reading. She loosened her clenched palms and found that the letters in her hands were wrinkled by her hard work.

    Reading the letters he wrote at that time with Fu Minghua gave Yan Zhui another new feeling in his heart.

    He recalled his mood when he wrote the letter that day. At that time, he felt eager to ask for something but not get it, but now he feels satisfied that he got what he wanted.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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