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    He didn't seem to notice her little thoughts, and said again: "Yuan Niang, come here some more, I have something to tell you."

    Yan Zhui's lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were seductive. Fu Minghua paused for a moment, then moved forward a little more. He suddenly made a move like lightning, reached out to catch her wrist, stretched out his long legs and crossed her side, looking at  She was breathing heavily, not daring to move. She hooked her feet on the stool and pulled her closer before letting her sit back on the stool.

    "Your Highness"

    The distance was so close that her knees were less than a fist away from his calf, so Yan Zhui could catch her without any effort.

    As soon as Fu Minghua opened his mouth, Yan Zhui looked at her with a smile and gentle eyes: "Huh?"

    She was immediately defeated.

    She tried her best to retract her legs to avoid contact with him. Her slender legs were tightly pressed together, and her jade feet were looming under the hem of her skirt.

    Yan Zhui suppressed the feelings in his heart and looked away: "I know Yan Wei can't help you, but I came here because I wanted to see you."

    Fu Minghua was a little shy again, "Have you seen enough, Your Highness?"

    "It's enough to look at others, but it's not enough to look at you." After Yan Zhui said this, he saw the blush on her face gradually spreading towards her ears and neck, curling up to the point where her toes were curled up under her skirt.

    No matter how dull her character is, she is still a girl raised in a boudoir after all. She is still young. She has no choice but to remain calm. This is really cute.

    The carriage moved forward slowly, and as the carriage swayed, no matter how careful she was, her knees would inevitably hit him.

    As soon as he touched it, the legs flicked away like a smooth and fresh fish.

    Just this slight touch was enough to make him distracted. He clenched his fists and put them on his legs. His whole body was tense, and he really didn't dare to touch her again.

    Yan Zhui turned his head and looked out the window.

    It was just the sandalwood in the carriage mixed with the faint fragrance of her body, and he didn't know what kind of incense it was, which made his blood boil.

    He could bear it so much that his blood was boiling. There were still several months before the two of them got married. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yan Zhui's forehead, and he thought in his heart that he should not see her again.

    But even though I was thinking this, I sat still but didn't move.

    The more he looked away, the more every tactile sensation in his body was infinitely magnified, and he could clearly feel that she was right in front of him, within reach of him.

    Yan Zhui seemed to be tempted and turned around again, only to see her looking at him shyly, with a girlish charm in her eyes. The two of them were so close, and the corners of her slightly upturned lips evoked tiny lines.  He could see it all clearly and was immediately tempted again.

    ¡°Don¡¯t look at me like that.¡± He reached out to cover her eyes as if to hide her ears.

    It seems that this way, her influence on him will be greatly weakened.

    It was just her blinking movement, and when those two rows of soft eyelashes lightly brushed against his palm, Yan Zhui couldn't help but let out a deep breath.

    She meekly let him cover her eyes, feeling a little uneasy, but then she remembered what Concubine Cui had reminded her that day.

    Although the two are not married, they are still an unmarried couple. As long as he is not excessively rude, she does not need to avoid him like a snake or a scorpion.

    ¡°Then what do you want me to think, Your Highness?¡±

    Fu Minghua endured the slight feeling of uneasiness in his heart and asked softly. Yan Zhui's eyes immediately narrowed.

    His eyes fell on her red and full lips, which had the unique pink color of a girl. When she spoke, she showed her fine white and neat teeth, which was proof of her good background.

    Yan Zhui just looked at the beauty in front of him and remembered in his mind: her eyebrows are divided into green feathers and her bright eyes are clear.  The red lips are white and the teeth are as beautiful as jade.

    He moved his hand covering his eyes slightly downward, looking a little nervous.

    When his fingertips fell on her lips, he paused for a moment and then took them back pretending to be calm.

    ???????????????? But he moved quickly, his fingertips touched her lower lip, Fu Minghua reached out and touched her lips, he felt a little nervous:

    "Does it hurt?"

    Fu Minghua shook his head. He breathed a sigh of relief. He took another look and found that he was only slightly red and not injured. He was relieved and at the same time a little annoyed that he had acted too hastily.

    Yan Zhui took a deep breath. She hadn't done anything yet. She just sat there, and her influence on him increased exponentially.

    He leaned back, pressing his back against the carriage wall, and then asked:

    "Yuan Niang, Ling Wuxie, what are your plans?"

    When he got down to business, Fu Minghua straightened up and looked at Yan Zhui:

     "Your Highness, help me."

    She had never thought of letting go of the prince of the Zhongxin County Prince's Palace. The scar on Biyun's back was especially there. No matter how good the plaster was, the scar could not be removed.

    Prince Ling wants her life, so she shouldn't not repay him.

    Yan Zhui had just thought about being calm and controlled one moment, but when he heard her say that the next moment, he threw away the determination he had just made before.

    "I helped you, how can you repay me?"

    He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his eyes made it impossible to tell what he was really thinking.

    Fu Minghua thought carefully and said after a moment: "I will help you get rid of Prince Zhongxin."

    Prince Zhongxin holds a heavy army and is stationed in Xijing. After a long time, it is expected that another Xingyuan Prefecture will appear.

    Even though Prince Zhongxin seemed to be loyal to the Tang Dynasty at this time, there was no change.

    But from the behavior of the eldest son Ling Wuxie, it can be seen that when the eldest son takes over the title, there is no guarantee that he will not rebel.

    Holding a large number of troops and becoming a prince of his own, even if he doesn't have the intention to do so, he will be dazzled by this powerful position.

    What's more, if Fu Minghua wants to attack Ling Wuxie and beat his son, I will never let it go.

    She got rid of Prince Ling, and then helped Yan Zhui get rid of Prince Zhongxin. In this way, she once again eliminated a hidden danger in Xijing for the Tang Dynasty.

    When Yan Zhui heard what she said, he laughed softly.

    There was no joy in his tone, and it was obvious that Fu Minghua's proposal did not move him.

    "If I want him to die, he must not live." Yan Zhui stretched out his hand, knocked on the low table with his crooked fingers, and shook his head: "This condition is not good."

    Fu Minghua was dumbfounded when he heard this.

    "Then, then I"

    When she opened her mouth, she realized that there wasn't much she could do for Yan Zhui.  Even though she is a little clever, Yan Zhui Cheng Mansion is not inferior to her.

    Fu Minghua looked up at him, and Yan Zhui let her look at him.

    He is already nineteen years old. When the two got married, he was in his prime. This age is no longer young.

    He has no shortage of food and clothing. Her mother's family is one of the four surnames, but she has no advantage over Yan Zhui. He even has much more than she does.

    She felt a little guilty and said in a low voice: "Then I will weave a knot for you."

    He sat motionless, just playing with the tea cup, imagining that it was Fu Minghua's hand. His movements were light and gentle, but he never stopped.  Fu Minghua's voice became softer again: "Last time, the empress gave me a piece of warm jade, which happened to be plaited on the waist and hung on my waist."

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