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There were footsteps behind her, and she guessed that it might be the palace servant who took the cloak back, but as she got closer, she felt something was a little different. The footsteps were a little deeper, not like the light steps of the palace servant.
She turned around and saw Yan Zhui, who was wearing a black light suit.
He came through the night, and the lights shone on him, making his face have sharp and deep lines.
That huge sense of presence was accompanied by his figure pulled out by the light. Before anyone arrived, he had already pounced on him.
The palace people standing with hands hanging down on the corridor knelt down, and he whispered: "Stay away."
Yan Zhui¡¯s eyes fell on Fu Minghua, and he kept walking. Fu Minghua grabbed the railing of the bench and wanted to stand up, but his gaze seemed to be nailed to the bench and prevented him from standing up.
Yan Zhui quickly walked to her side, put his hands on the chair rail beside her, bent down, looked at her and smiled softly:
"Got you."
His eyes were shining in the night, and Fu Minghua instinctively wanted to retreat. He bent one leg and stepped on the chair on the other side of her.
On one side was his arm blocking her left shoulder, on the other side was his bent leg blocking her right foot, behind was a bench with a railing, and in front was him, who was full of danger.
Yan Zhui's eyes slipped over her body inch by inch, looking at her with possessive and eager eyes like a king patrolling his territory, which was extremely annoying.
Fu Minghua tensed his toes and retracted his calves tightly under the chair.
She had the feeling that she was back in the Xie Mansion, where Yan Zhui forced him to sit on the edge of the corridor to escape, but at this time he was obviously more profound and intimidating than when he was in the Xie Mansion.
It made her feel even more nervous.
"But the empress is looking for me?"
She looked like she was about to stand up. Yan Zhui seemed to stand up straight and move away from her. Fu Minghua breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
But she didn¡¯t expect that he had no intention of avoiding him at all. On the contrary, as soon as she made a move, Yan Zhui bent down again. She stood up so quickly that she bumped into him.
She pressed her face against his chest, and every breath she took brought in the smell of leather and rust mixed with the faint smell of sweat.
It was different from the ambergris she had smelled before, and it seemed a bit strange.
Fu Minghua was knocked dizzy, surrounded by his breath and arms, and the movement of bumping into him seemed to take the initiative to throw herself into his arms.
Yan Zhui put his arms around her waist. The waist was soft and soft, with an indescribable touch. He felt like he was holding her in his arms. His cheeks twitched slightly and his voice was hoarse:
"See me so anxious?"
He didn¡¯t let go of Fu Minghua¡¯s waist, and easily put her entire weight on his left arm.
His free hand slid up her arm, hooked her long hair hanging on her chest with a string and smoothed it between his palms, then reached out and put her back on the chair: "Be careful."
Fu Minghua sat back on the chair, his legs still shaking slightly.
Yan Zhui¡¯s palm seemed to be even hotter than the tea cup she was holding before, and the warmth imprinted on her waist, making her whole body feel warm.
He sat down and saw that her eyes were always elsewhere, so he couldn't help but smile: "Yuan Niang, why don't you look at me?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Fu Minghua's face turned away again, but he looked down at his hands on his lap.
"Have you received all the letters I wrote?"
Fu Minghua nodded and quietly moved his legs to get further away from him.
"Your Highness is busy with the war, how come you have time to write a letter?"
Counting the time, Yan Zhui sent several letters, they should have been sent when the war was critical. Later, he could receive two or three letters a day.
It was precisely because from these letters that Yan Zhui had a romantic mind, that she guessed that Yan Zhui's situation was not as serious as others said.
"A few days before I went to Shanzhou, I wrote a letter every time I missed you. I saved them all and had them delivered to the inn. I wrote one letter every day."
He looked at Fu Minghua with a smile, his eyes filled with undisguised enthusiasm: "I don't have much free time, Yuan Niang, do you understand what I mean?" If there was something in his words, Fu Minghua was a little confused. I was at a loss, panicked, scared and mixed with a hint of shyness.
When he was in Shanzhou, he didn't have much free time, but he was able to write so many letters, which means that he spent a lot of time missing Fu Minghua.
Fu Minghua lowered his head and blinked his eyelashes.
He is like thisA man is resourceful, brave and good at fighting when he goes to the battlefield, and he is full of literary talents when he takes off his shirt.
He wrote letters when he said he missed her, and when he sent them to Luoyang one by one, there was an irresistible look in his eyes.
"Your Highness"
Fu Minghua slowly moved away. He seemed to notice it, but also seemed not to notice it, and moved closer to her.
"Do you miss me?"
Yan Zhui locked his eyes on her and asked with a smile.
"Your Highness, you"
"Do you miss me?"
Fu Minghua's soft voice was quickly interrupted by him. He asked again almost eagerly, waiting for her answer.
"This time" Fu Minghua was interrupted again:
"Do you miss me?"
She had no choice but to retreat and whispered:
"Think about it."
When these soft words came out of her mouth, Yan Zhui's eyes seemed to want to devour her skin and bones immediately.
He looked at her brows with burning eyes for a long time, then fell on her lips, and finally fell on her body and the hands they held.
"Fu Minghua's palms were well-proportioned, but his fingers were clearly defined, and he had the power to grasp everything, locking her firmly in his palms.
She leaned back on the chair, thinking that Yan Zhui would do something. In the end, Yan Zhui just shook her hand tightly: "I miss you too."
The reason why he wrote the letter at the beginning was not only because he really missed her, but also later because he wanted to reassure her.
"You are so smart, you must understand what I mean."
He was telling her in letters not to panic and not to be confused.
If she really understands him and his heart, then when she receives the letter, she will not think like other people that he is really in dire straits.
Yan Zhui was indeed right.
When Concubine Cui said these words to him, she expressed her appreciation for Fu Minghua, and he was also proud.
After talking to Concubine Cui, he couldn't wait to see her. That eagerness had been fermenting in his heart all the way back to Luoyang. When he saw her, he felt that the feeling he had suppressed for a long time came out.
"Beauty is like a flower in the clouds, longing for lovesickness breaks the heart and soul."
He stood up and pulled Fu Minghua up: "Yuan Niang, come with me for a walk."
The palace attendants stood far away and did not dare to follow.
He walked outside in the night wind, blocking most of the wind, and told her about his trip to Datun City.
"Before the end of the year, I will go back to Yizhou after receiving the reward. I will definitely return within two months of the new year."
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