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It wasn't until Yan Zhui had entered the Xuanhui Palace gate and disappeared that Du Xuanzhen straightened up, smiled coldly, turned around and left.
Yan chased him into the palace. Emperor Jia'an had been waiting for him for a while. When he saw him coming, he didn't even look up:
"Can you see Du Xuazhen?"
He was approving the memorial and asking questions.
Yan Zhui nodded.
The waiter at the door came forward to remove the cloak from his body, and brought him a cup of hot tea.
"Du Xuanzhen has fallen into a trap." Emperor Jia'an was in a very good mood. Du Xuanzhen was a slippery person. He had been an official since the late emperor's time and had been promoted step by step. He didn't expect that there would be times when he looked the other way.
"The person named Lu whom he recommended has joined Rong Tuying's disciples. I think when he saw you, his expression must be extremely exciting." Emperor Jia'an smiled, paused in his hand's movement of reviewing memorials, and looked at Yan Zhui then smiled and said, "That man named Lu is indeed a talent."
There was something in his words, his eyes flashed, and then he regained his composure, frowning and asking Yan Zhui:
"Have you figured out how to solve the Taiyuan weapons issue?"
Yan Zhui responded, obviously not taking this matter to heart.
Emperor Jia'an frowned even more tightly, with a serious expression:
"How are you going to solve this matter now?"
There was an error in the weapons manufactured in Taiyuan. Although the problem with the weapons was discovered in time and did not cause greater losses or casualties among the soldiers, the number of these weapons was not small.
The Yin family made it clear that they would not help, so Emperor Jia'an took a sip of tea:
"I know that your mother-in-law met with your aunt's granddaughter-in-law in Duke Dingguo's mansion."
Yan Zhui is still calm and calm:
"I understand."
Emperor Jia'an casually drew a piece of paper and threw it towards him:
"Now that you understand, you should solve it as soon as possible."
That statement talks about the frequent harassment in Youzhou and the recent unrest between Xue Yantuo and Khitan.
After removing the threats from Junji Hou Jian Shuyu and Tubo, the Tang Dynasty seemed peaceful, but in fact it was still under threat from foreign nations.
It¡¯s not stable inside either.
Emperor Jia'an's smile was cold, and Yan Zhui's eyes showed determination.
The several white magnolia trees planted in the courtyard are growing particularly well this year. They are already in bloom in mid-February. Fu Minghua had people move the Fuzhong account books and check the accounts while enjoying the scenery.
The position that Aunt Jiang arranged for her was on a slightly higher attic, where she could have a clear view without being blocked as if she were sitting on a veranda.
The accounts in the house are very simple, and all she has to take care of is the apparent expenditure.
After looking at it halfway, I saw that Yan Yan chased his head and wore a bucket and came to the inner courtyard.
Fu Minghua stood up. Yan Zhui had already raised his head, lifted the edge of his hat, and gestured to her. He quickly strode to the eaves, took off his hat and walked towards the attic.
Not long after, she heard footsteps. She stood up and saw that Yan Zhui's hair was a little wet. Although he was wearing a bamboo hat, his clothes were also soaked in rainwater.
She gestured to Biyun who was following Yan Zhui to bring hot tea and towels, and then asked curiously:
"Why are you back now?"
He has been very busy recently, and many students have submitted their applications to him since the Spring Festival. It is now the time for him to recruit talents. She does not even go to the outer courtyard, not wanting to disturb him.
"Come back to see you."
Yan Zhui looked at her with a smile, and the heart that seemed to be cold in his chest gradually felt a little warmer under her smile.
"Maybe I will leave Luoyang tomorrow, maybe," he hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, but quickly took it back after feeling that his palm was not warm.
"Maybe I won't be able to come back until May or June." He was a little reluctant to leave, his eyes firmly fixed on her body.
Fu Minghua¡¯s smile suddenly stopped.
She knew that Yan Zhui was leaving Luoyang and that the matter with the Taiyuan Ministry of Ordnance and Industry would be resolved sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to be so fast.
"It's only been a few days since the weak crown ceremony" She frowned, unable to explain how she felt in her heart.
For men, the importance of the crown ceremony is self-evident, as it is a sign of adulthood.
Early in the morning, Taichang Temple calculated the time according to the ritual of tortoise divination, and it was necessary for Emperor Jia'an to personally lead him, accompanied by a group of clan members, to worship the ancestors, and to crown him personally.
Emperor Jia'an will give him the title at that time, and the ceremony is very important.A few days later, he chose to leave the city tomorrow.
"This is just a small matter."
He said lightly, and after his palms warmed up, he reached out to pull her:
"Yuan Niang, sit with me for a while. I have something to tell you."
Yan Zhui leaned against Fu Minghua's ear and whispered to her. She hugged Yan Zhui's arm and listened while squinting her watery almond eyes and laughing.
"If something happens then, don't panic."
He reached out and touched Fu Minghua's hair. Today, her long hair was only tied into a bundle with silk ropes, hanging behind her back. The girl was slender, and she looked different from her usual dignified and beautiful appearance.
Fu Minghua glanced at him, and Yan Zhui asked:
"What's wrong?"
"Sanlang is really awesome." She vaguely guessed that Yan Zhui had plans, and thought of his words to comfort her, she became even more sure.
He was happy when he heard this, and came over to ask what was so great about him. Fu Minghua was reaching out to push him, and Biyun and others came up with teacups and clean towels.
Fu Minghua's face turned slightly red. He straightened his clothes and sat up straight. He held a tea cup to hide his embarrassed expression. The people who came up quickly put their things away and left. Yan Zhui hugged her and stopped talking.
Fu Minghua leaned in his arms, watching the newly formed magnolia buds being knocked down by the wind and rain, and buried her face in his chest.
He touched her back again and again, comforting her silently.
The next day, Yan Zhui woke up very early. He had traveled far away, but he was worried about Fu Minghua staying alone in the house, so he kept Yao Shi. If there was an emergency, she would have someone to discuss with.
When he left, he shook Fu Minghua¡¯s hand and said only:
"Wait until I come back and go boating with you." He still remembered this, Fu Minghua's eyes were slightly astringent and he nodded.
Seeing him turn over on the back of the horse, he turned his head and took a deep look at her. Then he clamped the horse's belly with his legs and shouted softly: "Let's go!"
A group of people turned around after hitting the horse's belly. Fu Minghua waited until he saw his figure gradually disappearing into the corner of the back alley of Prince Qin's Mansion. After thinking about it, he picked up his skirt and ran towards the courtyard.
Yan Zhui walked from the backyard. She turned around and returned to the yard. Aunt Jiang and others also ran behind her without knowing what was going on. She ran out of breath and quickly walked up the stairs along the corridor. She remembered that there was A corridor leads to the attic and is higher than the road next to it.
She walked up the corridor, and when she looked outside, she still saw the high walls, which tightly locked the scenery in the courtyard and the expectations she had originally had in her heart.
Fu Minghua was leaning on the railing, his eyes blank, and he couldn't express his feelings, when a rapid and heavy footsteps sounded. (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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