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Bai pointed to a plate of oily elbow meat farthest away from her, motioned to Fu Minghua to go and bring it for her, and lectured: "You must learn to listen to words and watch faces. If you wait until I come to give orders, you still have to use them." Do I need you to do it?"
??Fu Minghua stood still: "Grandma is getting older, so she should eat less greasy food, otherwise she will be prone to irritability and may be suspected of having evil winds entering her body."
Bai was so angry that her chest hurt.
Shen and others did not dare to speak out. The closer Fu Minghua's wedding day comes, the more honest everyone in the house becomes. Mrs. Shen has no time to fight with Fu Minghua recently. It's only been a few days since Fu Mingxia's wedding. She is still sad all day long about the fact that Fu Mingxia is going to marry Feng Wanying, and her eyes are filled with tears. All swollen.
"The melons and fruits sent by the tenant village are good." Fu Minghua filled a bowl of bitter melon soup and placed it in front of Mrs. Bai: "Grandma, try it."
Ms. Bai covered her chest, finding it difficult to breathe and unable to speak.
In her heart, big fish and big meat are the best. If you eat vegetables and other things, you will be like the lowly common people.
She felt that Fu Minghua was deliberately spoiling her and even skipped dinner, so she sullenly ordered her mother-in-law to help her down.
As soon as Mrs. Bai left, the people at the full table did not dare to use their chopsticks anymore.
Fu Mingxia said: "You know better, you made grandma angry, and now you are happy?" Fu Minghua looked at the direction Bai left, pinched the handkerchief and pressed his forehead.
Fu Minghua didn't know whether Mrs. Bai was angry or not, but since then, Mrs. Bai had gotten sick again and no longer asked her to wait on her for meals.
But at this time in the Third Prince's Mansion, Yan Zhui felt that his blood was boiling and he couldn't calm down.
This situation has been going on for a long time.
Since returning to Luoyang, as the wedding day gradually approaches, he has been in a very excited state.
Several times Qi Shao saw him not sleeping in the middle of the night but hugging Fu Minghua. In the courtyard where Fu Minghua would live after their marriage, a heavy stone stool circled the corner of the courtyard. He would not stop until he was sweating every time. Come down.
"" Every time Qi Shao saw it, he always felt afraid that he knew too much and would be retaliated by the third prince in the future.
He walked around the courtyard again and saw that all the furniture was brought into the Luoyang Prince's Mansion at the beginning of the year. They were all sent by Jiangzhou. In fact, there was nothing good-looking inside, but he came here almost every day.
Perhaps because Qi Shao was there, Yan Zhui did not move the stone bench and walked around. Instead, he motioned to Qi Shao and him to fight with each other with a spear.
There were no fancy fighting styles or moves, it was just to vent. When the spear came, Qi Shao held the spear with both hands to block it.
With a loud clang, his arms went numb, and the weapon in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"Come again!"
Yan Zhui took back the attack and picked it up again.
Qi Shao didn't dare to be careless anymore, so he blocked his attack again.
Back and forth, Yan Zhui attacked again and again, but he was retreating steadily.
By the time Yan Zhui had finished venting, Qi Shao was panting like an ox, as if his end was coming, and he threw the spear in his hand on the ground. He was sweating profusely, and he could feel his high body temperature evaporating the sweat on his body. Emitting steaming heat.
He sat unsteadily on the ground and reached out to wipe the sweat from his head.
Although he was tired, he felt really good after the fight. He wiped his eyes again and turned around to see Yan Zhui sitting on the stone bench. His thin silk clothes were soaked with dense sweat and clinging to his body. , took the handkerchief and wiped the spear.
??Looking focused.
If the sweat on his forehead and cheeks hadn't flowed down his face, gathering on his cold and hard chin and falling drop by drop, Qi Shao might have thought that he was just strolling around the court, and he was different from the ferociousness of his previous attacks. If two people.
The attendant held the towel from a distance and did not dare to come over. Yan Zhui threw the towel away, raised his gun and stood up. The palace attendant behind him stepped forward in small steps. Before he could take the towel to wipe his sweat, he himself had already He reached out to grab it, wiped it on his face, and let the servant take the cloak and put it on him.
"Come again!"
When Qi Shao heard this, he felt that his legs were too heavy to stand up.
This situation lasted until July, and Qi Shao couldn't bear it any longer. At that time, he thought that it was the most miserable time in Shanzhou.
He and Yao Shi followed Yan Zhui every day, followed him out of Jiayu Pass, and were trapped in Datun City.
At that time, if there was even the slightest problem with Ruo Yanzhui's plan, everyone would be buried in another country and would not be able to return home alive.
But he didn¡¯t expect that this time would be even more difficult than that. He couldn¡¯t help but ask:
¡°Why don¡¯t you go to Changlehou Mansion to have a look?¡±
Yan Zhui just sneered. Why didn't he think of going to Changlehou Mansion to have a look? However, as the wedding day gradually approaches, Fu Minghua can hardly leave the house. Even if he squats in front of the Changle Marquis Mansion every day, he may not be able to see Fu Minghua.
Not to mention that he no longer has any free time to watch.
Since the beginning of May, after he returned to Luoyang, Emperor Jia'an named him King of Qin, moved into the Prince's Mansion, and served in the Ministry of War.
Even if he wants to see Fu Minghua again, Yan Zhui also knows that there is a long time to come, and he will not rush into this moment and cause any trouble.
Although they couldn't meet each other, he asked the nanny Cui Guifei sent to teach Fu Minghua the rules to send him several essays, which was better than nothing.
Not only was he unable to calm down, Fu Minghua also felt vaguely scared. Aunt Jiang heard her turning over several times during the night, but she didn't say anything. Even if Aunt Jiang wanted to enlighten her, she had no choice.
In the past few days, Bilan and the others have been ordering things in the house again and again, fearing that they might miss something.
I have also memorized some of the rules of the Prince's Mansion.
These people are Fu Minghua's personal attendants, and they will marry Fu Minghua together in the future. Biluo and others are also a little nervous.
During the day, Nanny Jiang went out and checked the dowry list in person. When she came in, she saw Fu Minghua sitting in front of the couch in a daze, holding a book of poems in her hand. The page she turned to before going out was still stuck at that time.
No matter how stable her character is, she still showed the uneasiness of a girl before getting married in this matter.
Aunt Jiang slowed down and walked towards her, but she was not reliable. Fu Minghua came back to her senses and did not turn around, but turned her eyes back to the poetry collection and asked:
"Have you done the counting?"
Mother Jiang hesitated for a moment, nodded, and reached out to hold Fu Minghua's hand on the book: "Madam, I have something to tell you."
Fu Minghua raised his eyes and looked at her.
¡°I don¡¯t know if it was because she had just left the house, but the July sunshine was very hot, making her cheeks turn red, and the sweat beads on her nose were densely packed in rows.
"Madam" Mother Jiang looked embarrassed. After thinking about it again and again, she still reached out and took the poetry collection in her hand.
Fu Minghua paused and let her take the book of poems away. After a while, he saw Aunt Jiang take out a bunch of pictures wrapped in a ball from her sleeve and stuff them into her hands. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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