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Chapter 296 ItĄŻs too late

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    Such a scene reminded Fu Minghua of the look on her face in the dream when the Changle Marquis Mansion appointed Lu Changyan as a husband for the 'Fu Minghua' in the dream.

    She just knelt in front of Mr. Bai, a little unwilling and a little frightened. The scene in her dream at that time was so similar to now.

    "Yuan Niang, save your grandfather."

    Mrs. Bai begged with tears in her eyes and her voice was weak.  Fu Minghua looked down at her. Bai's thin hand held her hand tightly, as if he had caught a life-saving duckweed in the vast ocean.

    Fu Minghua let Bai hold her hand and shake it without saying a word.

    Biyun and the others next to them showed displeasure in their eyes, and they hurriedly stepped forward to help Bai Shi up:

    "Madam, please sit down."

    "What are you sitting on?"

    Ms. Bai swung the man away and pinched Fu Minghua's wrist. Her eyes were bloodshot and there was white foam at the corner of her mouth: "Your grandfather's life and death are unknown now. How can I still sit down?"

    Biyun was pushed back a few steps by her, and when he was about to come forward again, Fu Minghua shook his head slightly, signaling her not to come again.

    Below, the two of the Zhong and Yang were also embarrassed. Fu Houye had not only trapped his own feet, but also the other people who were involved at the same time.

    Bai Shi shouted hysterically: "Save your grandfather quickly, Yuanniang"

    Before she finished speaking, she lay on the ground and burst into tears.

    Fu Minghua looked at Mr. Bai calmly, without any pity in his eyes.

    Are you here to cry now?  It's too late.

    She stretched out her hand to press her temples, and the smile on her lips made Mrs. Zhong of Changle Marquis Mansion feel cold in her heart.

    Ą°ItĄŻs not that I havenĄŻt given the Fu family a chance, but Mr. Fu was too ambitious, and in the end he suffered the consequences.

    "To seek refuge with Concubine Rong is like seeking the skin of a tiger."  If she doesn't add fuel to the flames today, hundreds of lives in the Fu family may be lost at the hands of Mr. Fu.

    " Concubine Rong is not a good person. She can even attack her own daughter. What does it mean to be a mere member of the Fu family?  If Bai was smart at this time, he should laugh instead of cry.

    Ą°ItĄŻs just that if the people of the Fu family were smart, they wouldnĄŻt be in this situation now.

    She sighed and ordered her servants: "Bring up stools for Mrs. Changlehou and the two ladies."

    Ms. Bai glared and was about to fall out, so she said, "If you have something to say, we'll talk about it after you calm down." Ms. Bai's cries were loud and loud, making people dizzy.

    As soon as Fu Minghua said these words, Bai didn't dare to make any more trouble. She could only endure the panic in her heart, and was helped by her servants to get up and sit on the stool. Fu Minghua also asked someone to twist the handkerchief and wipe it with others.  Face, after everyone had tidied up, Fu Minghua glanced at Mr. Bai:

    "You can tell me what happened in detail."

    When Mrs. Bai heard this, her shoulders were still twitching, she opened her mouth, but before she could speak, tears started to flow down:

    "Your grandfather was killed by an adulterer, and he was unjustly accused!"

    How dare Mr. Fu poison the grapefruit given by Concubine Rong?  ItĄŻs not like he has eaten the heart of a bear or the courage of a leopard!

    She opened her mouth to scream about injustice, and looked like she was about to cry again. Fu Minghua frowned: "Don't say these things again."

    WhatĄŻs the use of just complaining?  Whether he is unjust or not depends on Emperor Jia'an's decision.

    After what Yan Zhui said to her last night, Fu Minghua had a vague feeling that Yan Zhui might have already cleaned up the aftermath for him.

    "Yesterday, in Concubine Rong's Chengxiang Palace, the body of the palace servant who was beaten to death has not been buried yet. What's the use of crying out for injustice in front of the emperor?"

    She rebuked her coldly, and Bai's crying gradually became quieter, looking like she was in a state of confusion.

    "Since my grandfather has great ambitions, how can he come to find me now that the incident has happened?"

    Mrs. Bai then muttered: "We are a family after all"

    Fu Minghua looked at her, and Bai could no longer say the rest of his words.

    "Your grandfather was killed by an adulterer, and he was unjustly accused." Bai wiped her eyes again and said only this.

    Fu Minghua couldn't help but laugh: "Now that things have happened, fortunately, my grandmother is not confused and knows that she has been tricked."

    When Bai heard this, his eyes lit up, and just as he was about to speak, Fu Minghua already rubbed his eyebrows: "Your Majesty entered the palace last night and has not come back yet. No news now is the best news. How can the Emperor express his regrets and calm down?"  Just wait.Ą±

    But where can Bai Shi wait any longer?  She opened her mouth and said, "After all, the Changle Marquis Mansion is also the Prince Yue's family"

    There was something in her wordsFu Minghua stopped rubbing his brows and took his hands away.

    He didnĄŻt look towards Bai, his eyes only fell on his fingers.

    She grew nails half an inch long and cut them into oval shapes, making her fingers look longer and slender.

    The top is dyed with a light tanko, giving it a pink sheen.

    The previous action of rubbing the center of her eyebrows caused some eyebrow-dying indigo stains on the edges of her nails. She flicked it away with her thumbnail and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.

    The room was unusually quiet. When she flicked the indigo eyebrow powder with her fingertips, the clear sound she made made the Bai family members sitting in the room tremble.

    "Then why do you come to beg me?"

    Ms. Bai lowered her head and did not dare to refute what she said.

    "You go back first. After the prince comes back, I will go to the Changle Marquis Mansion tomorrow."

    As soon as Fu Minghua finished speaking, Bai was a little anxious, but Fu Minghua sent her away without giving her a chance to speak.

    Fortunately, she promised to go back one more time, so Bai didn't bother anymore.

    ItĄŻs past noon, and Yan Zhui still hasnĄŻt come back.

    Aunt Jiang was a little out of breath. She helped Fu Minghua lie down anxiously and said, "How about I ask someone to ask Aunt Jing in the palace?"

    Concubine Cui is in the palace and always knows some news.

    Until now, Mr. Fu and Rong Tuying have not come out of the palace. Yan Zhui has not returned since he left last night, and there is no news.

    Fu Minghua shook his head, lay down, covered himself with the quilt, turned over, and looked at Nanny Jiang: "No need." At this time, he has to be calm.

    " Allowing Tuying to accept things from Mr. Fu will inevitably lead to the reputation of being a person who gives and takes things privately.

    When something happened to Mr. Fu at this time, she became even more unable to enter the palace to inquire about Concubine Cui.

    Grandma Jiang bit her lip and responded.

    She didnĄŻt sleep well at night, but she fell asleep at noon. When she woke up, news came from the palace that Fu Houye had been kneeling under the corridor of Xuanhui Palace for two hours.

    When Fu Minghua heard the news, she asked Aunt Jiang to prepare pen and paper for her.

    At this time, the emperor's thoughts are the most difficult to figure out. Everything depends on people, and the success depends on heaven.

    She copied two volumes of scriptures and gradually calmed down. In the evening, she heard that Emperor Jia'an had released Lord Fu from the palace. It was conceivable that Lord Fu's life was saved.

    ItĄŻs just that Yan Zhui still hasnĄŻt come back.

    In the morning, Fu Minghua packed up and returned to Changlehou Mansion. Bai and others were already waiting eagerly in the mansion.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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