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"Why don't you tell me? I like them all. I think Yuanniang is mine. I have been looking forward to getting married for a long time, and now I get my wish"
He said such words confidently, Fu Minghua bit his lip, reached out to cover his mouth, and let him lick and bite without moving away.
Yan pursued her and kissed her on the lips through the palm of his hand. She was startled, turned her head to hide, and begged for mercy.
"Don't say it again! Don't say it anymore." She was a little angry at first, but then she softened and begged him in a low voice.
"Are you going to say something like this again in the future?"
He bit the palm of Fu Minghua's hand, and the hot air he blew when he spoke seeped into the spaces between her fingers, making it feel crisp and numb.
She shook her head repeatedly: "I don't dare to say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."
"Am I okay?"
Yan Zhui turned his face towards her again, her head tilted back, her waist pressed against the stone railing, and her shoulders tilted back, revealing the thrilling and beautiful curves of her chest.
He admired Fu Minghua's palm calmly, and deliberately moved closer. He only felt the soft and plump touch squeezing his chest. The force of his sucking on Fu Minghua's palm gradually became stronger, and his breath became a little confused.
"Well, hello, Your Majesty."
Fu Mingzhu and others are in the pavilion not far away. Fu Minghua can guarantee that they can see the scene here clearly. She is afraid that Yan Zhui will kiss her, so naturally he will do whatever he says.
"Then do you like me?"
He wanted to push further, so Fu Minghua might as well ask him this question, so he instinctively said: "I like you, my lord."
By the time she realized what she had said, Yan Zhui had already taken a small step closer to her and suppressed her with his lower body so that she could not move. Then he pulled away the hand that was covering her lips with one hand and gave her a palm. Put it behind her head, lower your head and steal the fragrance on her lips.
The tassels on her head could not stop swaying as she stepped behind her head. Her waist was pinched by the stone railing and she could not break free.
The stone railing was scorched by the sun, but it was not as hot as his body at this time.
In the pavilion in the distance, Fu Mingzhu and others were stunned and their faces turned red.
Yan Zhui quickly pulled Fu Minghua to change direction, facing away from the pavilion, blocking Fu Minghua from the sight of several people.
After such an incident, the two of them had no intention of visiting the park. The scenery in the Wang Mansion is even better than this, and there is really nothing interesting to see in the Changle Marquis Mansion.
He put his hand on his head and made a distressed look: "Go back to your room and rest for a while, then go back to the house." There was a faint feeling on his face, and there was some alcohol in his lips and teeth, which made her slightly smoky.
Fu Minghua and he supported each other back to the courtyard. Yan Zhui became energetic as soon as he entered the courtyard.
This is the first time he has returned to Fu Minghua's boudoir.
I have wanted to come here for a long time, but have never been able to set foot here. Now that I finally got my wish, Yan Zhui was a little excited.
There was nothing special about the courtyard, but he watched it with gusto.
His appearance made Fu Minghua a little more interested, and he pointed to various places in the courtyard.
The place where she cuts plum blossoms in winter, the place where she enjoys the cool air and plays in spring and summer, and the place where she entertains guests if they come to visit in autumn, are all pointed out to Yan Zhui.
She had only been married for three days, and the courtyard seemed much deserted.
The servants all stood respectfully, and the two of them walked along the corridor. Yan Zhui felt happy that he understood her more deeply, as if he knew more about her.
Every plant, every tree, every brick here carries her breath. Every time I step on the corridor, I feel very different from the place next to me.
The scenery in the courtyard is elegant, not complicated, and has the same gentle feeling as hers.
At the corner is a very wide verandah, where a set of tables and chairs are placed. The high eaves of the roof fly out, blocking the sunlight from the verandah.
From here, you can see the flowers and plants planted below. Several laurel trees have penetrated the gaps in the wooden fence, and a few buds have come in.
"It's cool outside, why don't you sit down for a while, Your Majesty? I'll have someone bring you tea, so you can sober up."
The weather is hot, but this place does not face west. When the wind blows through the osmanthus trees, it brings bursts of coolness.
Yan Zhui can be anywhere, as long as he is with her, she said this and nodded naturally.
The two of them sat on the chairs. Lu Wu brought tea and cakes, and Aunt Jiang and others retreated further. Fu Minghua sat on the stool and poured tea for him personally, watching the green tea pour into the delicate white tea. In the porcelain bowl, it was brought towards him.
¡°It¡¯s quiet here. I like to sit here for a while while drinking tea and reading a book. MomGrandma knew my temperament, so she stood farther away. "She was explaining the reason why Grandma Jiang and others could not stand far away to serve.
Yan Zhui nodded, took the cup and took a sip.
At noon, Mr. Fu held a banquet, and the princes and courtiers came. He drank two glasses. Although he was not dizzy because of the light amount of wine, he was still a little dry. At this time, the tea brought by Fu Minghua just relieved the dryness in his mouth. Thirsty, she drank it all in one gulp, and she filled another glass.
"At the beginning of last year, the prince came here with a letter."
When she talked about this, Yan Zhui naturally thought of a handwritten letter he wrote last year.
¡°I¡¯m afraid there will never be another Fu Minghua in this world who can make him do this. At that time, he was in dire straits. When he arrived in Shanzhou and faced such a dangerous situation, he still missed her in his heart. He wrote those letters and then had people pass them back to her, just to express his feelings without reservation. It was spread out in front of her to let her know, and at the same time it was also to ease her heart.
"At that time, Ge Luolu and I reached a private consensus. We knew that there would be trouble in Luoyang in the future, and I was afraid that you would be worried." His understatement contained countless dangers.
Although the Uighurs are now professed ministers, they are still foreigners.
Non-my family, its heart must be different. At that time, he put his life on the line, but he did not care whether she would be worried.
Fu Minghua paused, always feeling that his heart was very complicated, a little sad, a little sweet, and a little overwhelmed.
He spoke of his concerns so directly, without even trying to hide them.
"When I miss you, I write a letter, and before I know it, I have saved a lot." At this point, the young and noble King Qin became very interested: "Are those letters still there?"
The blush on Fu Minghua's face spread like a vine, and he responded softly: "Still."
"They were all brought into the palace."
Seeing her like this, Yan Zhui felt that his fingers were ready to move again.
As the saying goes, children love each other long while heroes are short-tempered.
This is indeed true. At this moment, all he could see in his mind was Fu Minghua's somewhat shy but pleasant appearance. He forgot all about Shanzhou and Xijing and didn't want to think about it anymore.
He was anxious to go back and read those letters with her, but he couldn't bear to leave like this.
Yan Zhui was a little annoyed: "It's too late to meet you." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com