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Speaking of this, the Queen Mother showed a look of disappointment on her face: "I refused to give in and argued with the late Emperor." From then on, the couple had many differences, and the Queen Mother was also angry, thinking that the late Emperor protected the Hu family. , The old love is unforgettable, and I refuse to let go of my attitude.
The late emperor suffered from depression and illness until his death half a year later. Emperor Jia'an ascended the throne and Zheng became the queen mother.
"It was really too late to regret then." She frowned, with tears in her eyes when talking about this matter: "It's just that the late emperor never blamed me. When he died, he still held my hand and said he was waiting for me at the bottom of Huangquan Road. He went first to make a way for me, so that I would not be lonely in the future.¡±
When he was dying, he regretted being angry with his beloved wife. He sincerely regretted to her and swore to her that he was not angry with her because of Hu's death.
Taizu thought that since he was an old friend in the past, he had never shown any kindness to others. He just complained that Zheng didn't trust him and beat Hu to death, which was too much to show him no face.
"Sometimes couples need to understand each other. Although it is better to have a noisy relationship," the Queen Mother held Fu Minghua's hand tightly and pressed the handkerchief to the corners of her eyes: "But you must also grasp the degree of it. At first I thought he was partial to Hu Madam, you are angry that I hurt his heart and soul, and you are so angry that you refuse to pay attention to him. If you say what you have to say directly, it will not cause the pain that will break your heart and liver later."
"Yuan Niang, you must write down my words firmly."
Fu Minghua remained silent. The Queen Mother took a deep breath, picked up the Huasheng, and said with a tearful smile, "Which one do you think is better?"
As she spoke, she lost interest again, put her things away, sighed, and stopped talking.
Fu Minghua combed the Queen Mother's hair, and then someone from the palace came to take over. The Queen Mother said:
"Yuan Niang came and sat there for a while. The imperial concubine may be impatient from waiting."
Then someone sent Fu Minghua out of the Purple Orchid Palace.
Wen Xin stepped forward to serve her and couldn't help but ask, "You seem to be particularly fond of Princess Qin."
He also made an exception to give her some advice.
The Queen Mother paused slightly, remembering what Fu Minghua had said to her before.
She asked Fu Minghua what she would do if Yan Zhui would be angry if he knew what he did sometimes.
Fu Minghua¡¯s answer was the same as her original approach. It might not be so perfect, but it unexpectedly suited her.
"You still tell her this."
Wen Xin took the ring and put it on her hand. The Queen Mother sighed:
¡°It¡¯s just that no one can say anything.¡±
Although Emperor Jia'an was filial, there were some things she didn't want to say to her son. What's more, even if she was willing to say it, Emperor Jia'an might not have the time to listen.
As for Concubine Rong, Concubine Cui, etc., she didn't bother to talk about it.
Although her daughter is marrying in Luoyang, the eldest princess has long been committed to Duke Dingguo's palace, and Fu Minghua is the one who can best speak to her.
At the end of the first year, Yao Shi returned to Luoyang after a long journey. Along with him, Qiao Zining, whom Yan Zhui had mentioned before, also came to Luoyang.
In the middle of the month, Emperor Jia'an appointed Jiang Yin, the Minister of Rites, as the examiner himself to preside over this year's Spring Festival.
Not long after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the nine-grade Zhongzheng system was to be abolished, and the imperial examinations were taken very seriously.
This time, Rong Tuying used some tricks to get the job of presiding over the spring palace. Fu Minghua entered the palace several times, and Concubine Cui was very angry when she mentioned this matter.
Concubine Rong became more and more arrogant.
Yan Zhui¡¯s weak crown ceremony was scheduled for February 26, which was an auspicious day divined by the tortoise divination ritual of Taichang Temple.
Marquis Fu and Mr. Bai decided to leave at the end of January, and sent a note that they would hold a banquet on the 23rd, and invited Fu Minghua to go back to the Changle Marquis Mansion, which could be regarded as a farewell for them.
Yan Zhui has been very busy recently, and he hasn't solved the weapon issue yet. Tu Ying's hand in the court is getting longer and longer, as if he has no time to pay attention to him for the time being, and no censor has mentioned this matter, with a kind of storm coming. The eerie feeling of tranquility in front of me.
On the 22nd, Fu Minghua personally had some soup prepared and delivered to his academy, but he didn't see anyone when he came.
The waiter respectfully invited her into the room, but did not dare to report to Yan Zhui.
There was nothing going on around Fu Minghua, so he waited for him in the room.
Since the last time she came here, Yan Zhui had people clean up the place and put some of the Four Treasures of the Study in it.
He himself doesn¡¯t come here usually. There are no traces of use on the pen and ink, they are still new.
She sent someone to come up and ask, "The person waiting in the room today is a palace servant in his thirties,"Everything in the room was prepared for her by Yan Zhui, so she could just use it.
Fu Minghua studied the ink himself, looked out the window, and saw several apricot trees outside the window that were already spreading their branches.
The courtyard construction of Prince Qin¡¯s Mansion is very particular. The overall layout is mainly to suppress the scenery, which means to suppress the desire before promoting it. The outside is very subtle, and the further you go in, the more exquisite the scenery becomes.
Outside the study room, there are flowers and plants, and a man-made lake connected to the large lake in the courtyard.
Looking out the window, you can see the mountains and rivers, as well as the pavilions and pavilions opposite.
She thought about drawing a picture and laid out the rice paper. Before she was halfway through the painting, Yan Zhui came over in a hurry.
¡°But you¡¯ve been waiting for a long time?¡±
He pursed his lips, looking a little sulky.
Fu Minghua put the pen on the inkstone and shook his head. Before he could speak, Yan Zhui had already walked towards her. The closer he got to her, the calmer his eyes became. When he came to her side, there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth. meaning.
"He said he didn't have to wait long."
He hugged her waist affectionately, and his eyes fell on the scene that had been painted for most of the time. She probably had to wait for more than half an hour to finish painting these.
Yan Zhui's eyes flashed with fierceness, he lowered his head again and rubbed her hair with his chin before saying:
"But it disturbs you from painting?"
"It's just a random drawing, how can it be called disturbing?" Fu Minghua was about to put down the pen, but his hand came around from behind her, hugged her in his arms, and held her hand holding the pen, leading him I asked her to get some ink.
After hearing what Fu Minghua said, Yan Zhui smiled and said, "You can't just paint a picture casually. This room happens to be missing a calligraphy and painting decoration."
Fu Minghua turned to look at him, and he lowered his head and sucked her lips gently.
She had no lipstick on, but her lips were soft and delicate, and the taste was wonderful. Yan Zhui endured it again and again, but uncharacteristically did not touch her. Instead, he held the pen and moved it across the paper.
Fu Minghua¡¯s paintings are gentle and meticulous, showing the tenderness of her daughter¡¯s family.
But Yan Zhui is different. His brush strokes are like a swimming dragon, and his painting style shows his majesty.
She had already painted a detailed scene, so he added a few strokes to make up the mountains, and finally put down the brush after adding an inscription.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? did not show any difficulty to him, even though he was absent-minded. It was only when he put down his pen, that Fu Minghua came to his senses.
Yan Zhui sat behind him, took her into his arms and hooked her chin:
"What are you thinking about?"
She was distracted for a moment, but he still caught his eye. Fu Minghua looked at him and couldn't help but ask:
"Mr. Yao, are you still waiting for you? Is there anything you haven't finished talking about yet?" (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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