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The hot air from his breath sprayed on her forehead, and he said slowly:
"I know we have not been married for a long time, and you are right if you don't believe me." His tone was calm, but it made Fu Minghua's eyelashes twitch slightly, and his lips gradually pursed.
He relaxed his movements, took out the hairpin and jewelry, and let down the strands of long hair.
"You have your own thoughts in your heart." He took off the fake hairdresser and threw it on the low table aside.
In the past, he was domineering and enthusiastic, but now he was more behaved, which made Fu Minghua hang his head even lower.
"Maybe I'm not a good person." When he held a strand of fragrant black hair in his palm, he looked at the green silk wrapped around his slender, calloused fingertips, strand by strand, just like her, entangled In my own heart.
Yan Chaiping looked at it calmly for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the long hair in his palm, holding it firmly.
"It's just you and me, you should believe me." There was something heavy in his eyes, which made Fu Minghua panic.
He raised his finger and hooked her chin: "Look at me."
Fu Minghua took a deep breath and tried to look up at him, but failed in the end. He blinked his eyelids again and again, but still looked away.
"Look at me!" He said softly, with a hint of cruelty in his words. Her heart trembled, she bit her lip and looked at him levelly.
His eyes were filled with determination, and his eyes revealed burning emotions without any concealment.
Fu Minghua just looked at him and felt burned by him. With a slight movement of his lips, he turned his gaze to his chest and did not dare to look into his eyes again.
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"That year in Penglai Pavilion, when I saw you, you were following Mrs. Shizi with your hair in two buns, which was different from others." He slowly let go of his hand, combed it for her, and smoothed it for her. Manage the long hair that was just let down.
The creases on the hair after the hair extensions became more numerous and thicker, but because of the paste, they were very smooth.
"Before leaving, he turned back and glanced at me." Yan Zhui narrowed his eyes.
He thought about it carefully, from the beginning to now, from the beginning of meeting Fu Minghua to now when he is stuck in the mud, he has been changing, but she is still the same.
It has been several years since that time. He actually has a lot to do every day and a lot to learn. He has no time to remember what a lady looks like.
"When I was fifteen, I was working for the emperor, and sometimes I would go out of Luoyang." In addition, he also had to read and practice calligraphy, and he couldn't miss his riding and shooting lessons.
But I don¡¯t know whether it was because Fu Minghua left an impression on him, or whether the two of them were really destined to meet him several times.
He stretched out his hand to hug Fu Minghua to his chest and stroked her long hair hanging down her back.
She meekly lay on his chest.
The kang is against the wall. On the wall is a wide and long flower window, with spar embedded in the hollow window.
Lanterns have been lit under the eaves outside, but the lights have not yet been turned on in the house. Aunt Jiang and others stood outside the screen, not daring to come in.
"Since you were twelve or thirteen years old, I've watched you grow up day by day." Young and a bit tempting, like a plum, it always tempted him to swallow it in one bite.
He curled Fu Minghua's long hair with his fingers, wrapping it around his fingertips.
She lay on his chest obediently, docile and cute.
Yan Zhui thought that he had forgotten many things in the past, but those memories were just sealed in his heart. At this time, his words were like opening the door to store memories, and the past scenes came flooding back one by one. .
"You followed Madam Shizi into the palace, turned around to look at me, and read a poem to me." He tested her on her homework, "You are sitting on the edge of the Penglai Pavilion, with the carved ice lotus behind you. Yuanniang, you Don¡¯t you even remember?¡±
It was strange to say that he could still remember the scene when the wind blew on her, lifting her hair, and she squinted her eyes.
He suddenly lowered his head and rubbed his chin hard against the top of her head: "Why do you think I'm sixteen or seventeen and haven't gotten engaged yet? Why?" His strength became stronger and stronger, and as he spoke, he became more angry.
At that time, he kept putting it off, but she never thought about marrying him.
He Yuanshen dared to be attentive to her, who was he?
Fu Minghua bit his lip and did not dare to speak.
He was so full of anger that he just let it out.??, and sighed again: "I just hope you can trust me more."
??This time around Concubine Rong, although her calculations are not bad, she still needs to finish the matter for her.
" Mr. Fu was poisoned somewhere on the way to deliver the grapefruit. Concubine Rong must have done something. When he came back last night, he heard about it and ordered someone to investigate before entering the palace.
How to plot against Concubine Rong so that she can't bite Fu Minghua back? She still lacks the manpower she can control.
He is not afraid to clean up the aftermath for Fu Minghua, but he also hopes that Fu Minghua can believe him.
Even if he had a sword in his hand that could kill everyone who stood in his way, he would never hurt her.
"We are husband and wife."
Yan Zhui lowered his head and touched his forehead to hers.
Fu Minghua moved his fingers. He wondered if he was too nervous just now. His whole body was tense. At this time, his body was stiff and it was very difficult to move his hands.
She grasped Yan Zhui's clothes tightly. This action made Yan Zhui's breathing quicken, and kisses fell on her head like raindrops one after another.
"If you told me today, it won't happen next time." She promised.
In the past, she was just used to this, she was used to solving things alone.
The dreams she had had since childhood had a profound impact on her. Xie's abandonment made her only believe in herself in everything.
No one taught her how to trust others, so she was a little wary of Yan Zhui, but if he told her, she would try to believe him.
"But you can't ask me to become what you like all of a sudden." She reached out and secretly wiped her eyes, her voice choked up: "You said I was sitting by Penglai Pavilion, why don't I remember the scene at that time? "
She whispered, holding back her sobs, so softly that Yan Zhui suddenly panicked.
She forgot all about her depression and anger, and coaxed her at a loss: "It's all my fault."
He stretched out his hand to lift her chin. Her eye circles were a little red, tears were filling her eyelashes, and she looked different from usual.
Yan Zhui felt a little happy and a little pitiful in his heart. He stretched out his thumb to wipe away her tears. Seeing that the tip of her nose was slightly red, he quickly said:
"I said the wrong thing."
She shed more tears, and the crystal clear water fell out of her eyes. Yan Zhui hurriedly kissed her, but the tears were salty and did not taste good.
"Madam, Yuanniang, Minghua" Every time he said a word, Fu Minghua sobbed slightly again. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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