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Chapter 238 Zhang Chi

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    Yan Zhui paused and looked down at her: "Our wedding will be close by then."

    Fu Minghua responded in a low voice, and sighed: "Time flies so slowly." Fu Minghua felt his ears feel hot again, and he quickly said:

    "Has Your Highness been injured during this trip?"

    She just vaguely smelled the rust on his body, which seemed to be blood.

    Fu Minghua couldn't help but think of the serious injury he suffered when he killed Lun Qinling. This time, although his arrangement sounded exquisite and his words were relaxed, the danger was even greater than before in Yizhou.

    He said nonchalantly: "It's inevitable."

    If you want to make contributions, gain a firm foothold in the court, and establish a reputation in the military, it is not something that can be done easily.

    Yan Zhui turned his eyes and landed on her serious face. He suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, turned around, took her hand and put it on his chest.

    When Fu Minghua was about to struggle, he shouted softly: "Don't move."

    She really didn¡¯t dare to move.

    He held her hand down with one hand and opened the skirt of her clothes with the other.  In order to wear the armor, he wore round-necked button-up clothes, and it was not easy to pull them apart.

    Yan reached out and tore off her clothes in pursuit, took her hand and touched her chest.

    "Your Highness"

    Fu Minghua was startled as soon as his cold fingertips touched his warm chest.

    She struggled to pull her hand back, and Yan Zhui coaxed softly: "Don't move, the injury is just right. Yuanniang bumped it before, and it still hurts. Please touch it."

    When he said this, she didn't dare to struggle, and she didn't dare to look, and she looked a little confused.

    Her hands were soft and smooth, even more delicate than the fine satin on them. As soon as they touched his chest, his whole body immediately tensed up.

    Yan Zhui narrowed his eyes. The girl's soft waist and graceful curves, coupled with the stimulation when the hand touched his chest, made his blood boil immediately.

    He held Fu Minghua¡¯s hand with a little force, sweat dripping from his forehead. After a long while, he took her to touch the original arrow wound on her right shoulder and let go of her hand.

    There is something wrong with both of them.

    Fu Minghua was panicked and confused, while Yan Zhui was unbearable.

    He used the action of adjusting his clothes to turn around. After a long while, he still couldn't calm down.

    After enduring it for a long time, when Yan Zhui turned around, Fu Minghua's eyes were still a little dazed, the blush on his cheeks had not faded, and the look of his hands clasped together was so rare.

    He clenched his fist again.

    "Did I just touch your injury?"

    She thought of the uneven wound that she had touched just now. It seemed that the injury had been serious and the scar had not completely disappeared.

    Yan Zhui nodded with difficulty, "Help me sit down."

    Fu Minghua hurriedly took his hand and helped him sit down on a bench nearby.

    Just as he sat down, Emperor Jia'an sent someone to tell him, and Concubine Cui also sent Jinggu to call Fu Minghua back, so Yan Zhui let go with some regret.

    When Fu Minghua left, he put his hands on his knees and lowered his head. There were shadows on his face and body, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

    "Are you feeling better?"

    Fu Minghua asked, and he responded softly: "Well, it's okay."

    The sound does sound much better.

    She returned to the palace. Concubine Cui wanted her to accompany her today, so the soft couch had already been moved to her palace.

    After the two of them washed up, Cui Guifei talked for a while and thought about today's events.

    "Yuan Niang, I think Zhui'er is interested in you."

    But that look is really too scary.

    Concubine Cui thought for a while and waved her hand to come over.

    Fu Minghua was kneeling on the wooden footrest. Her long hair had fallen down and hung down beside her feet bent behind her hips. She spread the entire bed in a coquettish manner.

    The gauze curtain hangs on one side of her body. She is only wearing pajamas and no makeup. She has bright eyes and white teeth. She is really of a very lovable age.

    Concubine Cui reached out and touched her hair:

    "Yuan Niang, you are so old."

    She smiled, and the palace lanterns lit outside the screen came into her eyes through the half-lit curtains. Concubine Cui's eyes were a little serious:

    "When I first saw you, you were so young. Being led by your mother, you were already well behaved at a young age." She smiled, as if remembering the past, her eyebrows softened a lot: "Speaking of which  It¡¯s also strange. I was really dreaming at that time.I didn't expect that you and I would have such a fate. If I had known about it at the beginning, I wouldn't have been so confused.  "

    Concubine Cui sighed and paused while stroking Fu Minghua¡¯s hair:

    "You are good-looking and Zhui'er likes you, and I am happy in my heart. If you get married in the future and your husband and wife are harmonious and happy, I will be relieved."

    After Concubine Cui said this, she added: "I saw him looking at you today without turning his eyes away. He is obviously interested in you, Yuan Niang, this is a good thing."

    When Fu Minghua heard what Concubine Cui said, he lowered his head and said nothing.

    "I saw that after he came back today, he was summoned by the emperor to the Xuanhui Palace. He didn't even eat when he came here at night. I'm afraid he came to see you." Concubine Cui said with a smile, with a bit of relief in her eyes.  : "It's good to be so considerate."

    "He is proud of himself." He doesn't look at what he doesn't like, and he has to work hard to get what he likes.

    Concubine Cui sighed again: "Yuan Niang, you need to be gentle with him."

    Fu Minghua raised his head, with confusion in his almond-shaped eyes: "Mother, I don't understand."

    She looked really cute. Her figure, kneeling on the couch, had the youthfulness and faint charm of a girl. When that beautiful face rarely showed such a look, Concubine Cui stretched out her hand to half hug her.  In arms.

    "Yuan Niang, listen to me."

    Concubine Cui smoothed her hair and said gently: "You are right to avoid him now. The less you can see him, the more you want to see him."

    "But you can't just avoid him." Yan Zhui has a strong personality and will always reach out for what he wants, but Concubine Cui is worried, "You guys will be like this for a long time, let alone the next ten years or twenty years."  Okay, what about thirty or forty years?¡±

    Being married is a lifelong matter. Concubine Cui saw her son like that for the first time, and she also hoped that he would be loved wholeheartedly by Fu Minghua.

    "I am also selfish in my heart. I only hope that my son can be happy and that he can get his wish."

    Concubine Cui's expression was gentle: "Yuan Niang, actually you don't know how much I envy you."

    When she first entered Luoyang, she just became the wife of the former Emperor Jia'an's palace. Although it sounds nice, after Emperor Jia'an ascended the throne, she became a noble concubine, but she was nothing more than a concubine.

    She was born in the Cui family, and she actually has her own pride, but the Cui family needs her sacrifice.

    Fu Minghua rested his head on her arm. Concubine Cui paused for a moment before patting her shoulder: "Remember what I said."

    Fu Minghua nodded.

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