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Fu Minghua stood up and took the sachet in her hand. The whole room was filled with the faint scent of dipterocarp. When she came out of the room and entered the closet next door, she found Yan Zhui's elbow resting on the armrest of the short table. , holding his forehead with his fingertips, closing his eyes, breathing slowly, as if he was asleep.
When he was asleep, he was still imposing, but he was less arrogant than when he opened his eyes.
He is the proud man of heaven, his arrogance is reflected in his eyebrows, and even when he is sleeping, he looks like someone who would not dare to approach him easily.
The two have been married for some time, but she rarely sees Yan Zhui falling asleep in front of her.
He closed his eyes, like a dormant and resting beast.
It¡¯s not comfortable to sleep here. Yan Zhui has a lot of self-control, so he is sleeping here now. He is probably very sleepy.
Fu Minghua couldn't bear to wake him up, so he gently went to get a silk quilt. Just as he was about to put it on him, his hand that was originally placed in front of his abdomen suddenly stretched out and took Fu Minghua's hand. .
She had no idea that Yan Zhui was pretending to sleep, but he caught her unawares and was pulled into his arms.
"You won't hide from me anymore?" He wrapped her around, his voice was hoarse, and his cheek was pressed against her temple.
He saw Fu Minghua's panic before, and he left for a while and didn't come back.
Yan Zhui was puzzled. He thought for a long time. He should not be displeased by what he said or did after he came back.
The table has been cleaned up, the cut plum branches and buds have been picked out, and the scissors originally placed on the table have also been taken away.
Fu Minghua sat sideways in his arms. His hands went around her delicate body, folded under her waist, and held her in his arms.
"The emperor is going to Lishan, and he may be much busier next time. Yuanniang, I just want you to talk with me when I come back, why are you ignoring me?"
He was a little confused and felt a little aggrieved, as if he was being coquettish.
Fu Minghua was a little at a loss. After hesitating for a long time, he put his arms around his neck and rested his head on Yan Zhui's chest. Listening to his originally steady heartbeat, he jumped a few beats eagerly because of her initiative to get closer. He felt inexplicably at ease. got up.
She swallowed a little, her hands around his neck still shaking slightly: "Actually, I'm just a little scared." She narrowed her eyes and buried her face in his chest.
He smelled of ambergris, mixed with the scent of her body and the smell of the sachet in her hand, which gradually calmed her rapidly beating heart.
Yan Zhui reached out and hugged her tighter, listening to the girl in his arms whispering, "She's a little scared." ¡¯ I don¡¯t know why, but I feel like I¡¯m feeling soft inside.
The two of them were newlyweds, and she had a calm personality, but she said "she's afraid" at this time. I guess it was because she was a little overwhelmed by everything that suddenly changed after getting married.
A few days after the two got married, he left Luoyang and did not return until a few days ago.
The couple didn¡¯t have much time to talk.
He is not a man who is good at understanding women's hearts like He Yuanshen. Many times he does not know some of her thoughts.
Yan Zhui is very busy. Before the marriage, he was busy establishing his own position, except at home and abroad. After the marriage, he was busy traveling because of the floods this year.
Now that he is back and busy with political affairs, he has done a lot of things, but he forgot to listen to Fu Minghua.
Fortunately, it was not too late for him to discover all this, and it was not the time when she didn't want to talk to him.
"What are you afraid of?"
He asked in a softer voice, fearing that if he spoke louder, she would be frightened and she would never open her mouth to speak again.
Fu Minghua thought for a while: "I know how to be a wife, and I also know what I want to do."
Long before she got married, she knew what it meant to marry Yan Zhui.
She knows how to take care of the house, run the household, and serve her husband.
If Yan Zhui treats her with respect and is polite and considerate to each other, she may be more willing to do whatever she wants.
But Yan Zhui was different from what she imagined. He seemed to want more from her besides these things.
His tenderness, consideration and affection did not come for no reason.
No one wants to give without asking for anything, especially a strong person like Yan Zhui.
But she was a little scared. She didn¡¯t know what to do. She was always afraid that Yan Zhui would not get what he wanted one day.
She is quiet and boring, not lively and cute.
Fu Minghua whispered, and Yan Zhui listened quietly.
"Yuan Niang." He called out, and Fu Minghua responded softly.
"Yuan Niang." He called again, and Fu Minghua answered again.
"Yuan Niang." Fu Minghua wanted to lower her arms and look up at him, but he hugged her tighter and silently stopped her movements with body language: "You can say this to me, I am very happy in my heart."
He felt deep in his heart, and stroked her slender waist heavily with his palms: "I just want you, nothing else."
It has nothing to do with birth status, beauty or ugliness, and it certainly has nothing to do with her character.
It was because of that look when she turned back that it left a mark on his heart and took root, which he could no longer dig out.
"What are you afraid of? You cared about my injury and embroidered a sachet for me." He ran his hand up Fu Minghua's arm, and when he put it on his shoulder, he took out a scented sachet from her hand. Come on.
He held it: "I like it very much because you remember me."
"Really?"
Fu Minghua looked up at him, and Yan Zhui had a mysterious look on his face. He looked at her and smiled without saying a word, but thought in his heart: Of course it's fake!
He wanted more, but he couldn't scare her too much.
"But" She frowned, and Yan Zhui said, "If you feel scared, next time"
He leaned in and whispered in her ear. Fu Minghua blushed with embarrassment, kicked his calf and ignored him.
Yan Zhui couldn't help but laugh after coaxing the beauty.
He had already had dinner before returning to the palace, but Fu Minghua didn¡¯t know when he would come back recently, so he ate late. He sat with her, put down the dishes for her, and talked to her:
"Have people from the Fu family come today?"
Yan Zhui behaves very well when eating alone.
But sitting at the same table with her is not that important.
Fu Minghua was a little uncomfortable at first, but now he feels much better. After listening to his question, he stopped using his chopsticks and said:
"I've been here." She thought for a moment and raised her head: "My grandfather submitted a resignation memorial, but the emperor has not approved it. Your Majesty, do you know why?"
She originally guessed that Emperor Jia'an wanted to use this incident to suppress the Changle Marquis Mansion, and that Fu Marquis would show his favor to Fu Qixian because he did not know how to advance or retreat.
"But Emperor Jia'an has not expressed his position for a long time, so she will inevitably wonder if she has made a mistake.
Yan Zhui paused while holding the vegetables for her.
No matter how smart she was, she never thought it was because of that bet. (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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