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After returning to the house, Fu Minghua endured the discomfort, cleaned his face and hands, and sat in front of the dressing table. Aunt Jiang wiped her hands and wanted to remove her hairpin, but she fell asleep without knowing it.
She even had a dream in which she dreamed that her legs were entangled in the quilt, and she couldn't get out no matter how hard she struggled. The weather was hot, so she struggled and struggled, and then she woke up.
Yan Zhui was half-kneeling in front of her, put her legs on his knees, lifted up her skirt, revealing a white and tender calf, and was applying plaster on her knees.
She was startled and was about to struggle when Yan Zhui held her ankle tighter: "Don't move."
His hand was warmer than her ankle. No wonder she felt so hot when he just grabbed it.
Fu Minghua felt as if he was melting under his heat, but when he grabbed his ankle, he felt that his whole body was infected and hot.
"My lord, what are you doing?"
He held a small porcelain bottle in his hand, took the paste inside with his little finger and spread it carefully on her knees.
She felt it carefully and applied it on the other leg. The medicine was sticky on her skirt and was not very comfortable.
"It's just some medicine for bruises." He was often injured, and when he practiced riding and shooting, it was impossible not to have a little bump.
Concubine Cui often brought these things to the East and West Palace, but he didn't use much time. After suffering serious injuries, he felt that some minor injuries were not serious.
But strangely enough, when she bent her legs and knelt down today, the 'bang' sound seemed to concern him more than the injury.
I went to look for it when I came back.
When she brought it, Grandma Jiang was removing her hair. She fell asleep while sitting crookedly on the chair. She applied medicine for her before waking up.
There were bloodshot eyes in those almond-shaped eyes, with green shadows under them, and a look of fatigue that could not be concealed on his face. Yan Zhui glanced at her, lowered his head and applied the medicine carefully. He did not pull her skirt down, but hugged her instead. He lifted her legs, raised his head and asked:
"feel better now?"
Fu Minghua only felt a 'boom' sound, and his face seemed to be on fire.
Yan Zhui half-knelt in front of her, with a twinkling look in his eyes. The hand he originally placed behind her calf slowly began to change its meaning.
The person who looked serious before now has a deep look in his eyes and the temperature on his palms is even higher.
"Are you feeling better?"
Fu Minghua didn¡¯t answer, and Yan Zhui asked again, with obvious intentions.
She instinctively turned her head and took a look outside. The sun had not yet set, so she stammered: "In a few days, we'll have to prepare the meal."
"I'll be faster!"
Yan Zhui's fingers seemed to be plucking the strings of a piano, and he moved up her calves. She pressed her legs together, but he easily separated them and stood up.
The person who was half-kneeling in front of her and looking up at her immediately trapped her in the chair.
His shadow enveloped her whole body, and Fu Minghua felt that she could not control her anger and fell into his arms easily.
She regretted not staying in the palace for a while. Aunt Jiang and others were outside. She clenched Yan Zhui's clothes and did not dare to make a sound, looking like she was being ravaged.
Yan Zhui sat on the chair and hugged her back. She could see her hair disheveled and her clothes open in the mirror.
This posture made her a little panicked, but she was no match for his hard and soft tactics.
Although he said it would be quick, her body was still young and she allowed him to tease her in every possible way before she became slightly moisturized. By the time Yan Zhui got what he wanted, it was already dark.
Fu Minghua felt uncomfortable and urged him to hurry up.
She was a little scared and felt pain. She was worried that Aunt Jiang would come in to light the lamp and prepare the meal.
If someone saw the two of them disheveled, just thinking about it made her face burn even more intensely.
Yan Zhui placed little kisses on her cheeks and neck, and softly comforted her, but it was of little use, so he had to let her go.
When Mother Jiang bravely came in to light the lamp outside, she sat on the couch, took a book and pretended to read it very seriously, her hands still shaking.
It¡¯s already dark, and there are only a few rays of light leaking through the door in the room. There is only a faint light, so how can I read a book?
Yan Zhui didn¡¯t remind her, but seeing her pretending to be calm made her want to laugh.
In the past, he was really deceived by her like this. When she was strategizing and everything was under control, it was rare for her to panic.
Even when he was being chased by Ling Wuxie, he seemed to be very calm. He never expected that he would be so cute.
 After dinner, there wasn't much she could do in the past, just read a book. Before she even touched the book, Yan Zhui said:
"There is a clump of bamboo planted by the lake in the courtyard. Fireflies come and go at this time. I will catch some for you and hang them on the bed at night?"
He smiled. Compared with before, his face gradually became more contoured and looked very handsome.
Aunt Jiang winked at her repeatedly, obviously trying to urge her to respond quickly. Fu Minghua had no choice but to put down the book. He had already stood up. His tall stature put a little pressure on people, as if the roof was too low. Something like that.
Fu Minghua put her hand in his palm, and Biyun took out the cloak. Before he could speak, Yan Zhui took it, shook it out and put it on her body.
The two of them walked out of the room. Although the sun was strong during the day, the weather had become cooler in autumn.
From the flowers and grass, crickets were chirping vigorously. Aunt Jiang and others followed from a distance, not daring to get closer.
"What book is Yuan Niang reading?"
After a moment of silence, Yan Zhui turned his head. The light from the lantern hanging in the corridor reflected on his face, making his brows look deep and somewhat unspeakably attractive.
The royal family of the Tang Dynasty has Hu ancestry. It is said that Taizu's mother was born in the Tuoba clan. She was a beauty with a high nose and big eyes, which was different from the pure blood of the Central Plains.
Fu Minghua had never seen what Taizu looked like, but Emperor Jia'an also had deep features and was a handsome man with a long haircut. Compared with him, Yan Zhui's appearance was a bit more refined, but his cold eyebrows made people see him in the past. At first glance, they felt that he was arrogant and cold, which made people very afraid of him and did not dare to approach him. Naturally, no one noticed whether he was very handsome.
She was in a daze. She didn't even notice when Yan Zhui came closer to her. He put his hands around her waist and asked again. Fu Minghua lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his chest. He said softly:
"Read the Analects of Confucius, the Book of Songs, and everything else."
As if acting coquettishly, he took another step forward, forcing Fu Minghua to step back a little, and then said: "Then what is Yuan Niang watching tonight? She is so absorbed in watching that you don't want to pay attention to me?"
"It's nothing." She retorted seriously, and her face turned a little red: "I read the classics and records, and I didn't ignore you." She repeated again, the classics and records were written by the current Zhongshu Ling Du Xuanzhen and a group of learned people, Feng Tai It was compiled by the order of the ancestors. It mainly records the rise and fall of the former Chen Dynasty and was replaced by the Tang Dynasty. The reason why Taizu compiled the book was that he wanted to use the book as a mirror to see the rise and fall. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com