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Chapter 421 Pain

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    Especially when his son and his subordinates all died to protect him, Prince Zhongxin downplayed the death of the crown prince. Instead, he deeply regretted the death of Jiang Tao and stated that he wanted to bury him in a grand ceremony, but he never mentioned the crown prince at all.  .

    Mrs. Feng knew that her husband's move was to win over people's hearts and make his subordinates more useful to him in the future.

    "It's just that her son is dead, but he first thinks about how to treat him better, which naturally makes her resentful.

    Especially since neither of her two sons can survive. In addition to his wife, Prince Zhongxin also has a concubine. His Ling family cannot cut off the roots.

    Since the couple got married, although they are not very affectionate, they have never blushed, and their relationship is relatively harmonious. Although the princess and concubines are dirty, the house is still peaceful.

    She gave birth to two more legitimate sons and had an extraordinary background. She was firmly seated in the position of princess of the county. Even though the husband and wife slept together recently and no longer lived together, these did not affect her status.

    But now that the two princes have died one after another, in addition to the heartache of the Feng family in the mansion, there is also the possibility that the sky in the backyard will change.

    The princess cried and cursed at Prince Zhongxin, and then stretched out her hands to scratch and beat him, causing a quarrel all night long.

    The incident at Zhongxin County Prince's Mansion did not affect Emperor Jia'an's hunting mood. Except for encountering a wild boar on the first day when he entered the garden, the emperor gained a lot in the following days.

    By the ninth day of November, everyone was ready to return to Luoyang.

    Yan Zhui came up and galloped in the hunting garden. He was agile and achieved great success every day.

    I hunted several pieces of skin for Fu Minghua and said I would go back and have someone sew a cloak for her.

    Yan Ji was unable to go to the hunting grounds due to a foot injury. Whenever he saw the results of Yan Chui's battles, he felt jealous, envious and somewhat worshipful, and became even more resentful towards Yan Xin who had prevented him from going to the hunting grounds.

    By the time I returned to Luoyang after running all the way, it was already mid-November.

    The weather in Luoyang turned cooler, and Fu Minghua felt relaxed after returning to his home.

    She was not as comfortable as staying at home when she was away from home. She washed herself well first and lay down for a while before listening to Nanny Fu who stayed at home to report to her what had happened in Luoyang for more than half a month.

    It was just a trivial matter. Fu Qixian in the Changlehou Mansion also stayed safe and there was no problem.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The flesh and blood that she carried in her belly was not destined, and was still lost.

    "It's really a pity. I heard it's a fully formed male fetus."

    ??Mama Fu sighed, and as if she remembered something, she patted her forehead:

    "Look at my memory, there is a letter from Nanny Jiang in Jiangzhou."

    As she spoke, she turned around to get the letter and handed it to Fu Minghua.

    Fu Minghua didn't have time to inquire about Su's pregnancy, so he took the letter, opened it and read it.

    Aunt Jiang said in the letter that the weather has been getting colder recently, and she asked the princess if she had added any clothes.

    After reading this first sentence, Fu Minghua held the letter to his chest, his eyes moistened, and he was speechless.

    She lived a good life in Jiangzhou, and her son and daughter-in-law were filial. Her husband felt that in the past ten years, the family had relied on Grandma Jiang, so he was very considerate and considerate of her, and he obeyed her wishes in everything.  I've had two or three bowls of rice.

    ??????????????????????????????????????? I can also help with some laborious tasks at home. In my free time, I go out for a walk, and I also meet a few sisters from the past.

    ¡®Everything is fine, except that I miss the princess very much.  ¡¯

    Fu Minghua read this sentence back and forth several times. Before he could send the letter, the voice of a servant greeting Yan Zhui came from outside. He strode in, took the handkerchief and wiped his hands, turned around and asked with a smile.  road:

    "looking at what?"

    "There is a letter from Grandma Jiang."

    Fu Minghua raised the letter in his hand and told him happily.

    Yan Zhui sat over, and she snuggled into his arms, handed the letter to him, and read it with him.

    He put his arms around her waist, took off his shoes and got on the kang, and saw her finding a comfortable position leaning in his arms. He simply read the letter to her. She closed her eyes and didn't speak. He read a few words.  After finishing the sentence, he lowered his head and kissed her tender lips: "My mouth is dry as I read it."

    Fu Minghua gave him a shy and charming look, but he didn't take it seriously. From time to time, he would always find ways to get some advantages.

    After finishing his belief, Fu Minghua said: "I also want to write a letter to grandma."

    After Bilan and others heard this, they hurriedly prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Fu Minghua saw that Yan Zhui was sitting still without moving, so he smiled and suggested:

    "Sanlang, why don't you read a book and wait for me for a while?"

    OthersWhen he returns to Luoyang, there will be many important things for him to deal with.

    But at this moment, Yan Zhui didn't want to do anything. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, saying vaguely:

    "I'll accompany you." He had put aside his official duties and left them all to Yao Shi for the time being, freeing up half the afternoon.

    He said he wanted to accompany her, and he looked like he was holding her but refused to let go. Fu Minghua just hesitated a little and asked Biyun and others to spread their pen and ink on the low table of the heated Kang.

    While writing on the kang, it was inconvenient for Biyun and the others to come over and grind the ink. Fu Minghua was taking the ink and was about to grind it into the inkstone. Yan Zhui had already held her hand and used his arm to force her hand to start grinding.  .

    She turned her head and glanced at Yan Zhui. For some reason, she remembered the past a few years ago. At that time, in Henan Mansion, he held her hand and rubbed ink like this.

    Yan Zhui looked at her, obviously remembering the past events at that time, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

    ¡°There is also something very particular about studying ink.¡±

    Yan Zhui looked at her with burning eyes and saw her fragrant cheeks gradually covered with blush. She looked very delicious: "Do you know who my first enlightenment teacher is, Yuan Niang?"

    He said exactly what he said back then.

    Fu Minghua couldn¡¯t remember clearly, but he knew what he probably said.

    "I was enlightened by Meng Xiaochun. He once said that it is better to grind ink less than too much, gently and slowly."

    His voice sounded on the upper left side of her head, and the breath he blew when he spoke made the top of her head itchy.

    But at this moment, Fu Minghua's heart was slightly sour and sweet. She recalled that at the Henanfu Inn after the rain on the spring equinox in February, there was an eager young man behind the courtyard watching her walk step by step from the courtyard.  .

    At that time, Yan Zhui's eyes only showed a slight shyness and resistance to her. She had a gentle and reserved temperament, and she was afraid of being like him. Even when he looked at her, he seemed to be aggressive.

    He spread the mattress on the chair for her almost in a flattering manner and invited her to sit down. At that time, Yan Zhui's eager attitude made her a little wary.

    While he was recalling the past, he held the jade hand in his palm tighter:

    "When I let you go, I thought to myself that I would never let you go again."

    He was so strong that it hurt Fu Minghua's palm when he held it. After hearing this, he was stunned for a moment and turned to look at him.

    "I watched you go back then, and when you left, I looked at the painting." But he sat in the garden for half a day, thinking about what she had said to him, thinking about the fragrance on her body, sitting with her  The chair she once sat on, the ink stick she once touched.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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