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Chapter 287 Dependence

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    He was not very forceful, but he licked and bit lightly, which made people itchy.

    However, the warm lips pressed against her cheeks and ears. His lips were close to Fu Minghua's ears. The hot breath he exhaled made a gasping sound, which made her tilt her head to hide in Yan Zhui's arms in embarrassment.

    Yan Zhui pulled the quilt wrapping the two of them tighter. This action made Fu Minghua feel that the smell of being bloody was a bit stronger.

    "Are you injured?"

    She reached out to touch him, and Yan Zhui held her hand, buried his head on top of hers, and said vaguely: "No."

    Fu Minghua loudly called Biluo to come in.

    It¡¯s already reached this point, and he¡¯s still not honest.

    Biluo had woken up a long time ago. When Yan chased her in and kicked her out, she put on her clothes and stood outside waiting.

    At this moment, when Fu Minghua called her, she called a few girls and came in with the lamp, and the inner room suddenly lit up.

    There were some powdered medicine scattered on the ground. Yan Zhui pulled open her pajamas and pulled off her pockets. Fortunately, half of her body was surrounded by the silk quilt, so Biluo and others couldn't see it.

    Yan Zhui still had one hand around her waist, holding her tightly with his fingers, refusing to let her go.

    Fu Minghua grabbed the quilt with one hand and pulled the pockets up. Biluo brought a thick fur over. She struggled to stand up and let Biluo take the fur and put it on her.

    Yan Zhui was leaning against the bed. There was a fresh towel on the wooden footstep with blood stains on it.

    She asked Biluo and others to get hot water, and then asked Yan Zhui: "Have you eaten yet?"

    In fact, he had already eaten it in the palace, but now Yan Zhui liked the way she was worried about him.  He shook his head, and sure enough, he saw Fu Minghua asking someone to prepare some easily digestible food.

    There was a wound on his left lower abdomen. It could be seen that it was not a new wound. The wound that had healed seemed to have been torn and then opened.

    With this split, blood seeped out again, soaking the silk clothes inside him, and some stained the hem of Fu Minghua's clothes.

    Yan Zhui stretched out his hand to wipe the hem of her clothes, and then talked about the injuries on his body.

    He was assassinated on his way back to Luoyang, and the assassin was caught at that time.

    But the assassin was very tough-talking, and he kept people whipping him with lies all the way. So far, he has not revealed who was behind the attack. Most likely, it was Concubine Rong and her party.

    Fu Minghua twisted the handkerchief and wiped his wound.

    Yan Zhui reached out to touch her hair and saw her serious look, her expression was very soft.

    She reapplied the medicine and wrapped the wound with a clean and soft cloth. There was some blood on her hands. Fu Minghua endured the sticky feeling and said, "I have to invite Zhang Miao to come and take a look tomorrow."

    Zhang Mu is a seventh-grade imperial doctor of the Imperial Medical Office, and his medical skills are very exquisite.

    Yan Zhui smiled and nodded: "It's your arrangement."

    The servants brought the food. Fu Minghua went into the house, changed into clean clothes, came out, and sat on the kang to serve him food.

    He said that this planned trip to Taiyuan was temporarily sent by Emperor Jia'an to provide disaster relief in the Hetao area due to floods.  Everywhere he went, he would kill officials who were not doing their job well and get things done.

    "In recent years, Rong Tuying has become very powerful and has stretched his hands too far."

    He didn¡¯t want to eat at first, but because Fu Minghua served him food, he took the chopsticks again.

    "The Rong family is quite wealthy. In the Henan Prefecture alone, there are no less than five people who have bought official positions from Rong Tuying."

    Yan Zhui stretched out a hand and told her how powerful the Rong family was.

    "In addition, the Wang family, the Yu family, and the Geng family in the past," he mentioned several people in succession, were all members of the old family of the Chen Dynasty, but were thwarted to the point of failure at the hands of Taizu, "all  I have taken refuge in the Rong family."

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    This was the case with the Rong family back then. It was about to be forced into a desperate situation, but it was difficult to eradicate it.

    At that time, there were several outstanding young people in the Rong family who managed the Rong family in an orderly manner.

    Rong's daughter married various nobles and was careful not to make any mistakes.  The children of the Rong family did not enter the court as officials, and their reputation was not bad.

    During the Taizu period, the Rong family was severely suppressed, but they kept a low profile and were cautious and preserved the clan.

    It was not until Emperor Jia'an accepted Concubine Rong that the Rong family became extremely wealthy.

    But Fu Minghua felt that something was not quite right. She remembered that day when she was kneelingConcubine Rong and Yan Wei behind the Hui Palace.

    Emperor Jia'an, who was able to sit on the throne of the emperor, was not a soft-hearted person, but he tolerated Yan Wei in every possible way.

    ??If we talk about the love between father and daughter, it would be too funny.

    " If there was really any love between father and daughter, Emperor Jia'an would not have married his daughter to a traitor he wanted to get rid of.

    The emperor¡¯s mind is hard to fathom.

    "I replaced all these people. They came back too late." He ate some more before putting down his chopsticks.

    Fu Minghua handed him a teacup to rinse his mouth, but he vomited after drinking it. When Fu Minghua took the handkerchief and handed it to him, he reached out, but instead of taking the handkerchief, he held her wrist and dragged her into his arms.  .

    "What's the saying?"

    He saw Fu Minghua leaning in his arms, his head resting in his arms, and his black hair hanging down all over his arms.

    Yan Zhui lowered his head lower and saw her nervously reaching out to grab the lapel of his clothes. He asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about when you are full and warm?"

    He saw the white jade-like face covered with red clouds. Fu Minghua turned his head to hide, but was trapped in his arms, like a prey that panicked and didn't choose its path.

    "Yuan Niang is very knowledgeable, please ask me for advice."

    With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he teased her unhurriedly, and saw that her black hair covered half of her face, and the exposed skin seemed to be on fire.

    "You, you are injured"

    Yan Zhui smoothed her hair with his hands, and then pushed her hair away, revealing her slender white neck hidden under the black hair. When his fingertips touched her, she shrank.

    He held her a little higher and pressed his lips against her neck. Her body was a little stiff and she didn't dare to move even if she wanted to.  Yan Zhui bit her gently, and she gasped slightly: "Ah"

    As if he was frightened, he kicked his legs and his toes hit the low table.

    This time it seemed to be painful. Yan Zhui raised his head, stretched out his hand to hook her legs closer to him, and went to rub her feet. Her lovely Yuxue toes were red from being bumped. He reached out to hold them, holding them in his hands.  The temperature seemed to be even hotter than the painful, red and swollen toes after being bumped.

    Yan Zhui kissed the corner of her lips: "Why are you so scared?" There was a hint of affection in his expression. He opened the skirt of his clothes with one finger, reached in and hooked the thin bellyband strap, and tore it off effortlessly.  The intention is self-evident.

    Fu Minghua held on to his clothes, still struggling:

    "Your wound has not healed yet, and it is easy to hurt your body." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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