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The green teeth collided up and down, making a "clucking" sound, but no words came out.
Fu Minghua asked Biluo to pour her a cup of hot tea, but Biqing was shaking so hard that she couldn't hold the teacup at all. Biluo simply knelt down in front of her, put the teacup into her hand, and held her hand firmly, asking about After half a quarter of an hour, she gradually calmed down.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Minghua asked again, and Bi Qing was frightened. She asked in a slower voice because she was afraid of scaring Bi Qing, who was still in shock.
Biqing moved her lips, and remembered Yan Zhui's eyes again, and shuddered. Some of the tea in her hand spilled, and burned it on Biluo's hand. She took her hand back in pain, and Biqing herself was also I sprinkled some on it, but it seemed like I couldn't feel it.
Before she could make a sound, her tears were still rushing out.
After another long while, Fu Minghua comforted her in a soft voice. When he asked again, she opened her mouth: "Wang"
"Your Majesty."
There were sounds of greetings from the servants outside. When Biqing heard this, her palms twisted, and the teacup in her palms tilted, spilling all over her skirt, and some even splashed on Fu Minghua's skirt.
Mother Jiang was a little angry now. She took the handkerchief and wiped Fu Minghua's skirt while glaring at Biqing:
¡°Frizzy.¡±
The remaining cup rolled around on the ground twice. Aunt Jiang's scolding finally made Biqing sober. She quickly knelt down and stood up, picking up the cup in her hand. Fu Minghua took a deep look at her pale face. At a glance:
"You go down and clean up first."
When she heard that Yan Chai was coming back, she was very frightened. Fu Minghua didn't know what she had found, but he told her to go down and calm down.
Bi Qing bit her lip and kowtowed, her shoulders trembling and she was speechless.
Yan chased her into the house, and Biqing gritted her teeth and got up. Although she was still scared, she forced herself to calm down.
"Your Majesty." As soon as Yan Zhui came in, Fu Minghua smelled the faint smell of blood on his body.
There was an awe in his eyes, and they softened when they fell on Fu Minghua.
"Did you enter the palace today?"
Yan Zhui asked her with a smile, and Fu Minghua nodded. His eyes fell on the wet patch on Fu Minghua's skirt, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
Bi Qing on the other side was tense all over, lowering her head and not daring to make a sound.
Maybe it was because she usually waited in Fu Minghua's room and saw that Yan Zhui was so gentle and considerate, so that when she saw the prisoner below who was tortured beyond recognition by Yan Zhui and whose tongue was cut off, she suffered like this. Stimulate.
Bi Qing didn¡¯t expect that one person¡¯s smile would make such a big difference. When Yan Zhui returned to the room, her body tensed up and she bent even lower.
Yan Zhui¡¯s eyes fell on her, as if a huge stone was pressing on her shoulders and back. Her calves were tense and trembling, and her hands under the cuffs were turned into fists.
The next moment Yan Zhui looked away and asked Fu Minghua with a smile:
"What did you say?"
Bi Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Her whole body seemed to have been soaked in water. Aunt Jiang asked her in surprise:
"You girl, what's going on? Did you hit something dirty?"
Bi Qing had been losing her composure before, but now Aunt Jiang glanced at her, Yan chased Fu Minghua into the inner room, and then she gave Bi Qing a hard squeeze, which caused Bi Qing to wake up after feeling the pain.
Fu Minghua entered the room and asked Yan Zhui to sit for a while while he went behind the screen to change clothes.
Yan Zhui leaned against the bed, watching her graceful figure reflected through the thin screen, and the murderous intention in his heart gradually faded away.
"Do you still remember when Mrs. Zhao Guotai celebrated her seventieth birthday?"
Fu Minghua spoke slowly from behind the screen.
Yan Zhui smiled playfully, holding the string hanging down from his waist to play with it.
Before he could speak, he saw two spots of bright red blood stained on the white jade hanging around his waist.
The blood stain had dried. His face turned cold, he pulled it off with his hands, and then said warmly:
"Of course I remember."
His expression was cold and stern, but his tone was very gentle.
Fu Minghua was changing her skirt across the screen with her back to him. Because she was talking to him, she didn't call Nanny Jiang in.
She was untying the complicated belt alone, so she naturally didn't notice his movements.
"At that time, I went to Jiangzhou with you, and met Prince Zhongxin on the way.Dear man, thank you for coming in time and saving my life. "
Although the earth dragon was burned in the house, the room was very big, and it was a bit cold even if I took off my skirt.
She tightened her legs and quickly took out the skirt hanging on the shelf beside her, and said again: "But it was grandma, Biyun, Biqing and the others who put on my cloak and jumped out of the carriage to protect me. , Biyun whyah, Your Majesty"
Yan Zhui didn¡¯t know when he was approaching, and he stretched out his arms to hug her.
She was startled when she didn't make any sound beforehand: "Why didn't you say anything?"
Yan Zhui put his palms on her waist and saw that she was still struggling to take off the skirt, so he couldn't help but say:
"Stop wearing it."
How is that possible?
She was shy and angry, and wanted to hold his hand down.
However, Yan Zhui didn't take her little strength into account at all. Instead, he let her press him. His fingers still flexibly lifted the hem of his clothes and touched the warm and delicate skin.
"Don't be like this." She struggled twice, and her hair, which was originally just loosely tied up, spread out even more.
Fu Minghua reached out to hold his arm and steady his body. Yan Zhui lazily urged her:
"Go on."
He was referring to the incident she had mentioned before when Fu Minghua was ambushed on her way back to Jiangzhou when Mrs. Cui of Zhao Guotai celebrated her 70th birthday.
Fu Minghua couldn't see his face at this time, and naturally couldn't see his slender eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Biyun still has scars on his back because of me."
Yan Zhui naturally understood what she was going to say.
The beauty who had been struggling to escape from his grasp turned around in his arms, put her arms around his waist and called:
"If there is anything wrong with Biqing, Sanlang, don't argue with her."
She knew what he liked, and her face was still gently rubbing against his chest.
Fu Minghua has never acted coquettishly. Once he did, Yan Zhui would naturally find him very rare.
At this moment, the words "Sanlang, Sanlang" kept coming from his mouth, and Yan Zhui sighed. Seeing her slender and straight legs clasping together, he took a skirt aside and bent down to help her put it on himself.
"She has seen some things, and there are some things I just want to tell you in person, rather than the way others say them."
After there was a problem with the weapons made in Taiyuan when they were delivered to Shanzhou the day before yesterday, when discussing with Chen Jingxuan and others, he asked people to start looking for the whereabouts of Yuan Guang.
The weapons were personally escorted to Shanzhou by Yuan Guang earlier. Although Yan Zhui used him at the time, he was still on guard.
He has always been cautious in character and very careful in his actions. (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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