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    Yan Zhui has an extraordinary memory. As soon as he heard about Zhang Yun, he remembered his origin. This was very good and made Emperor Jia'an very satisfied.

    He intended to test his son again. After saying this, he stared at him quietly, wanting to hear Yan Zhui's answer.

    After sitting on the dragon throne for many years, Emperor Jia'an's gaze was like a vast ocean, hiding all kinds of dangers on the calm surface.

    Being watched by him for a long time is still stressful. Even Du Xuazhen and his ilk will inevitably become restless once they are watched by him for a long time.

    But Yan Zhui's expression was calm. Such calmness was quite typical of everyone, and it made Emperor Jia'an even more satisfied. There was a gentle look in his eyes.

    "In my opinion, I can hit you with a stick a hundred times as a sign of respect and imitation." After Yan Zhui said this, Emperor Jia'an raised his eyebrows, showing no emotion or anger. He only indicated with his eyes that he continued: "Datang  The law punishes corrupt officials very strictly, and those who corrupt fifteen pieces of silk will be punished with death."

    Emperor Jia'an just laughed and said nothing.

    Yan Zhui then continued: "If Zhang Yun is really greedy for seven thousand horses, he should be punished for his crime. But Your Majesty," he changed the subject, "if greed for fifteen horses is the same crime as seven thousand horses, then the small greed will become a big one.  It cannot serve as a punishment.¡±

    Even if some people are timid and don¡¯t dare to be greedy.

    But if you think about it carefully, it is the same crime to take fifteen pieces and one thousand pieces, which can prompt many officials to take risks.

    This is indeed what Emperor Jia'an was thinking when he saw Zhang Yun's incident.

    The laws and regulations of the Tang Dynasty were originally formulated by Du Xuazhen and other scholars, but it is inevitable that there will be omissions.

    "You are right to notice this." Emperor Jia'an nodded and pointed to the memorial: "You can talk about Sun Hao's problem again."

    When the two father and son mentioned this matter, a cold look flashed in their eyes.

    Yan Zhui said: "Huazhou is one of the prefectures and counties under the rule of Xijing."

    Emperor Jia'an's eyes gradually became profound.

    "It's the end of the year, and the princes from all over the country are probably coming to Luoyang. Last year, Prince Zhongxin's son died in Luoyang. I wonder if his second son has been brought here this year?"

    As soon as Yan Zhui finished speaking, he laughed sinisterly.

    Both father and son were tacitly aware of this matter, but the document presented by the governor of Huazhou was taken away by Emperor Jia'an and placed on the table. Neither of them mentioned the matter again.

    After talking about the business, Yan Zhui's distraction was revealed before.

    In the evening, Emperor Jia'an stayed with him to have dinner in the palace. Yan Zhui sat in the palace again and went to greet Concubine Cui first before leaving the palace.

    He hasn¡¯t returned home to see Fu Minghua for several days. Except for his trip to Taiyuan after getting married, the two of them were actually newlyweds.

    Yan Zhui was wondering, would Fu Minghua think he was neglecting her?

    He was thinking wildly, but when he returned to his house, he felt that he was filtering too much.  He entered the room, took off his cloak and threw it into the servant's hands. He took the handkerchief handed by the palace servant and wiped his hands and face. Fu Minghua hurried out of the room.

    Yan Zhui¡¯s eyes focused on her. She was wearing a lavender half-arm skirt, her hair was only loosely fixed with a hosta, her little oval-like face was flushed, and she had bright eyes and white teeth.

    "Your Majesty."

    When Fu Minghua was about to bend down to say hello, Yan Zhui reached out and grabbed her arm, and asked with a smile: "What are you doing?"

    There was a fragrance on her body, which blended with the coldness he had caught all the way back. He was unwilling to reach out and touch her at this time, so he clasped his hands together and put them on his lips. After warming them up, he took her hand and walked aside.  In the cupboard.

    There are two chairs inside, and a table in the middle with a vase on it and a few plum blossoms in it.

    Before she came in, Yan Zhui smelled the cold fragrance of winter plums in the room, but he deliberately asked her.

    "I went out to cut two winter plums and came back. I want to plant them and have them delivered to your study."

    Fu Minghua replied with a smile. Yan Zhui was a little surprised and pinched her soft and boneless catkins: "Yuan Niang's words are implying that I have been resting in the study for two days in a row. Is it time to come back to accompany you?"

    She was a little shy: "Of course not."

    He sat on the chair and pulled her to sit down.

    This chair is a bit wide, more than enough for one person to sit on, but it will be a bit crowded when two people sit down.

    Yan Zhui liked being so close to her, so he put his arm around her waist and watched her pick up the scissors again, pruning the flower branches.

    "You have been tired in the past few days, so you should take care of your health. In the morning, I asked Lu Wu to stare at the kitchen and make some replenishing soup."

    She turned her head sideways and exhaled like a blue breath: "You can use some later."

      Yan Zhui lowered his head, and from his angle he could see the long eyelashes hanging down, thick and dense.

    The face is like mutton fat, with slightly parted red lips, and occasionally you can see the fine white and neat jade teeth.

    He gently leaned his chin on the top of her head and rubbed it gently:

    "Listen to you."

    She was stunned for a moment, and an intoxicating blush appeared on her cheeks: "You should also pay attention to your health. The injury will be better, and you should take more time to recover."

    Yan Zhui nodded again, his nose trembled slightly, and he replied: "Yes."

    But his arms tightened even more.

    She felt her face blush even more, and she turned sideways and looked up at him. His eyes were gentle, with undisguised affection in his eyes, which immediately made her panic.

    If Yan Zhui looked cold, she didn't care much.

    But it happened that he was so gentle at this time, and his eyes were like two pools of spring water, as if he wanted to drown someone in it. She suddenly became confused and struggled to jump to the ground.

    Fu Minghua held the scissors in her hand, and Yan Zhui was afraid that she would hurt herself in a moment of desperation.

    She has tender skin and tender flesh, and even the slightest touch is enough to make her suffer.

    So as soon as she struggled, Yan Zhui let go of her hand obediently.

    Fu Minghua jumped off the ground in a hurry, and the hem of her skirt made a circle under her feet. She fell back and put the scissors on the table.

    He didn¡¯t even dare to raise his head, his face was red, and he obviously felt that his movements were a bit abrupt, so he said softly:

    "I made a sachet for you, go and get it for you to take a look at."

    After saying that, Yan Zhui quickly left again without waiting for a word.

    As soon as he came out, Fu Minghua covered his slightly hot face, feeling a little at a loss.

    Her heart was still pounding, and she didn't even dare to face Yan Zhui.

    She warmed her palms and touched her face with the back of her hands. When Aunt Jiang came over and asked her in a low voice if she had anything to say, she shook her head, took a deep breath, managed to calm down, and went into the inner room to touch the bedside.  cabinet.

    These two **** were embroidering the sachet. They had finished it yesterday and placed it in the drawer of the cabinet next to the bed. Some dipterocarps were added to it. As soon as the drawer was opened, the aroma hit her face.  After taking the things, I sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, not daring to go over.

    The sachet was a very low-key silver-grey color, with cloud patterns embroidered with apricot silk thread. She put it to her nose and took a sip, then sat there for a while. Aunt Jiang was waiting outside. If she sat still for a long time, she would definitely come in.  Asking why.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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