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    Meng Xiaochun once praised Yan Zhui for his intangible expression of joy and anger since he was a child, and his calm and calm temperament.  But at this time, he couldn't control the corners of his mouth rising, and laughed alone for a while, before he went to talk to Fu Minghua again, but there were some inexplicable emotions between the two of them.

    This is the second time Fu Minghua has come to Yueyang Tower, but both times he came with Yan Zhui.

    When I came back last time, there were other students here, but this time Yan Zhui greeted them in advance, and when they went up to Yueyang Tower again, there was no one else around.

    After the weather cleared, I stood in the upstairs corridor and looked out. It was slightly different from the last time I came here.

    Wang Song had ordered drinks to be prepared here, and the waiters were waiting in the building. The two of them went out of the building and stood outside the corridor. The servants did not dare to come up unless called.

    Fu Minghua entered the building and her cloak was taken off by Aunt Jiang. As soon as she came out, the wind blew her spirit. It wasn't too cold, but she felt more energetic.

    "When we came back last time, Xu Zisheng and others recognized His Highness's identity, and I'm afraid they want to come to Jiangzhou Mansion to see you."

    But Yan Zhui was afraid that he would never meet these people.

    Fu Minghua stood outside Yueyang Tower. The wind made her skirt flutter, and the hem of her skirt made a "whooshing" sound as it swayed.

    Yan Zhui still remembers Xu Zisheng¡¯s name even if he doesn¡¯t love her. He lowers his eyes and looks at the table with the corner of his mouth slightly raised:

    "Yuan Niang is quite confident in him, but I don't think so."

    After he said this, seeing Fu Minghua's noncommittal expression on his words, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened: "Yuan Niang doesn't believe it?"

    Fu Minghua really didn¡¯t believe it.

    Moreover, she could see that Yan Zhui also looked at Xu Zisheng with special regard. He valued his talent very much and wanted to use him. Otherwise, when he met Xu Zisheng and others at Yueyang Tower that day, he would not have said so much to Xu Zisheng and others.  words.

    I am afraid that if he denies it at this time, it is very likely that he wants to suppress Xu Zisheng, fearing that he will be arrogant because of his talent and will become arrogant in the future.

    She remained silent and did not make a sound, but her attitude was obvious.

    Yan Zhui looked at her like this and was not angry because she didn't believe him. Instead, he smiled and said:

    "That's all I think." He looked indifferently and stroked the moire pattern embroidered on his clothes with his fingers: "That day, he also said that our husband and wife are sincere in love. Yuan Niang has forgotten?"

    He talked for a long time and waited here.

    What Fu Minghua was thinking was to suppress Xu Zisheng and temper him. When he heard his words, his face was on fire.

    She stopped talking and pretended not to care, holding her hand on the railing:

    "That's fake!"

    "Sooner or later it will be true." After Yan Zhui said this, he saw the red cloud spreading up her neck. The clothes below her neck were tightly covered, so she couldn't see clearly.

    But her undulating breasts did not detract from her graceful figure even when she was wearing a skirt. On the contrary, it only added to her girlish charm.

    The family and the great family raised their daughters, and they really dumped other newly -known daughters in terms of demeanor.

    When he first met Fu Minghua, although she was not skinny, she was just cute.

    At this time, it is like a flower that has sprouted and budded. It has not yet bloomed, but it is actually attractive.

    "Compared with other boudoir beauties in Luoyang who are as weak as willows in the wind and so thin that they seem to collapse in the wind, he prefers this kind of fat and thin girl.

    Although he likes her not just for her beauty, but she has a graceful figure, and the two of them have already made an engagement, so naturally he has less worries.

    His eyes wandered greedily over her body, making her turn her body several times in a row. Not only did it fail to stop his wolf-like gaze, but it actually made his eyes even hotter.

    "It is said that Mr. Meng came to Yueyang Tower and once wrote a poem." Fu Minghua's legs became weak when he looked at him, and his eyes were aggressive. He saw her holding on to the railing and pressing her body tightly against it.  On the corridor pillar, the wind blew up the hem of her skirt and clung to her legs, outlining the shape of her slender legs.

    "What's so strange about this?"

    Yan took a step forward to catch up. She wanted to step back, but the next step was a platform three to five feet high from the corridor, and she could not avoid it.

    "There are not many people who have come here, including many literati. If you like it, I can read several poems to you." Yan Zhui approached her with a smile, sitting on the railing and watching her with nowhere to hide.  He reached out to grab her hand and pulled her closer to him.

    "Your Highness" Fu Minghua reached out and grabbed the pillar and tried to struggle, but he was extremely strong. Her struggling strength was like a child's thing in front of him, and it was simply unbearable.one strike.

    She was almost pulled to sit on his lap. As soon as it touched her body, she bounced up, like a fish bouncing and struggling on a chopping board.

    "You can go upstairs to see it later. The scenery will be even more beautiful." He didn't seem to notice Fu Minghua's expression, and instead pulled her to sit down. But this time, it was naturally impossible to pull her up, and everything had to be done step by step.  It's only when it comes.

    Fu Minghua really had nothing to do with his actions, but he knew the appropriateness, which made her relieved.

    Hearing him say this again, his actions just now seemed to be unintentional, not intentional. Although he grabbed her hand and refused to let go, he never went too far, so she turned a blind eye and let him  went.

    "Have you ever heard of Yang Xuanli?"

    Yan Zhui lowered his head and looked at her with a gentle expression.

    He took Fu Minghua¡¯s hand and played with it. In the past, he only thought that the ice muscle and jade bone was a fabrication by literati, but now he realized that it was true.

    The skin on those fingers is soft and delicate, and I'm afraid it will break if I hold it with a little force.  The palms of her fingers seemed to be filled with a faint aroma, and after being held by his hand and stained with his warmth, the aroma seemed to be more alluring.

    A peacock flying to the southeast once said of a beauty: her fingers are like peeling onion roots, her mouth is like holding vermillion pills, and her qianqian is making delicate steps, which is unparalleled in the world.

    He was slightly dazed, but soon his eyes fell on her face again.

    ¡°Have you ever heard of it?¡± he asked again.

    "Of course I heard about it." Fu Minghua glanced at him.

    Yang Xuanli was from the late Chen Dynasty and early Tang Dynasty. Some people once said that he was a descendant of the Yang clan. His ancestor was the brother of Emperor Xiaolie, who usurped the throne and was exiled to Xiling.

    By the time it was passed down to Yang Xuanli's generation, it was already ten generations ago, and the bloodline had already become thin.

    Yang Xuanli was full of literary talents and was deeply influenced by Huang Laozhuang. He had outstanding literary talent, but his official career was not smooth.

    He once lived in Henan Prefecture and wrote confessions many times, but was slandered and rejected.

    When Taizu traveled to the west for hunting, he took the opportunity to offer gifts, but because there was no one to help him, he finally became frustrated.

    After thirty years, he had time to repay his mistakes and learned a skill. However, because he had no way to report, his career path was mostly in the hands of aristocratic families, so he could not get ahead.

    In the end, he gave up his desire to serve the country and started traveling around, which made him quite famous.

    It¡¯s a pity that he died before he could live past thirty-five.

    It is ironic to say that when Yang Xuanli was alive, he took refuge in Wumen with a collection of poems, but after his death, he became famous.

    The collection of poems and calligraphy he left behind are worth a thousand dollars. At that time, Taizu even lamented that his servant was gone.

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