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Chapter 392 Joking

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    After returning to Zangying Hall and changing her clothes, she remembered what Concubine Cui had said before and they went to Furong Tower. Fu Minghua remembered that Concubine Cui had thoughtfully left some time for her to talk to Yan Zhui, so he also found an excuse to stay.  They were admiring flowers outside Furong Tower and gave the mother and son the opportunity to talk alone.

    Concubine Cui misses her son as much as Fu Minghua misses Yan Zhui.

    She had only been sitting for a quarter of an hour when Yang Fuzhen came to invite her in person, saying that he wanted her to come in and help Cui Guifei pick out pearls and hairpins.

    Concubine Cui seemed to be in a good mood. After talking to Yan Zhui, her restless heart was obviously soothed. She seemed to be relieved. When she saw Fu Minghua come in, she waved to her and said:

    "Yuan Niang, come on, good boy. You can choose whatever you like later." Her eyes were soft, obviously happy that the two of them had arrived so early.

    Yan Zhui was sitting aside drinking tea, smiling and saying nothing as he watched them being affectionate.

    "To tell you the truth, there are some good things at the bottom of the box, mother. Please choose a few more." Cui Guifei's eyes were soft. The more she got along with Fu Minghua, the more she liked Fu Minghua.

    This is the benefit of the daughter-in-law's intelligence. When Concubine Cui treats her like a peach, she will repay her with a peach. In this way, the two of them will naturally get along more harmoniously.

    Thinking of Mrs. Dou who was standing next to Concubine Rong, with her shoulders slumped and a look of respect on her face, how could Mrs. Dou get a good deal when she fell into Concubine Rong's hands?

    Concubine Rong handled her well. Although she showed off her grandeur, she still lacked intimacy.

    Thinking of this, Concubine Cui couldn't help but feel relaxed again. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Fu Minghua followed her intention and smiled:

    "My concubine brought out the jewelry box today. She is just worried that I won't be able to wear it on my head and body. Why don't I ask the prince to put some for me so that I can fill up my private room."

    Concubine Cui was bringing tea to drink. After hearing this, she almost spit out a mouthful of water and laughed so hard that she was out of breath. Fu Minghua hurriedly moved her breasts. She laughed until she coughed. After a while, she put down the tea cup and took it.  The veil touches the eyes:

    "Naughty monkey, you can carry that box."

    Seeing that Yan Zhui was laughing and crying again, he couldn't help but laugh again when he thought of his son's usual appearance.

    Yan Zhui¡¯s eyes turned red. Naturally, Concubine Cui couldn¡¯t bear her son to sit still for any longer. In the evening, Emperor Jia¡¯an was giving a banquet. There was still some time left, so she urged them to go back.

    After noon, he lay down for a while. He was originally very interested, but Fu Minghua asked him to sleep for a while.

    He put his arm around Fu Minghua's waist, fatigue came over him, and he fell asleep on the couch without even waiting for the handkerchief Biyun sent him.

    "You" Yin Shu glanced at Fu Minghua, and she made a silent gesture. Yan Zhui was in a light sleep, but he was alert, and the slightest movement would startle him.

    So she took the handkerchief from Biyun's hand, wiped his face gently, and then maintained her sitting position, letting him hold her in his arms without daring to move.

    But leaning against the table, her legs were numb and her waist was sore after sitting for a long time. Biyun found a soft pillow for her, and she felt much more comfortable after leaning on it.

    Her brows were soft, and the autumn sun hanging from the window next to the couch softly fell on the two of them. Fu Minghua took a book. For a while, the only sounds in the hall could be heard were Yan Zhuixi's gentle breathing and the occasional rustling sound.  'The sound of turning books.

    The breeze came slowly, blowing the few strands of flowing water on her forehead. It was a scene that even Gu Kaizhi's brush of the Jin Dynasty would not be able to capture.

    Fu Minghua lowered his head and glanced at the sleeping Yan Zhui, smiled and held a corner of the quilt for him, and then turned to focus on the book.

    For some reason, Bilan remembered the scene in the palace today when Yan Zhui knelt down to pick up the hem of her skirt and get it on the cocklebur.

    Biyun and the others couldn't bear to break the tranquility of the room, so they quietly retreated out.

    In the evening, Emperor Jia'an held a banquet in the military pavilion. Since it was not that formal, all the accompanying civil and military ministers, concubines, and female relatives would attend.

    The hour was approaching, and Yan Zhui woke up on his own before Fu Minghua called him.

    She remained in the same position as before he fell asleep, without moving.

    His head was still leaning on the side of her leg, and his hands were around her waist.

    Yan Zhui slept for nearly two hours, and she kept sitting in the same position for such a long time.

    He calmly stretched out his hand and slowly pressed softly on her slender waist.  As soon as he was about to move, Fu Minghua woke up, put down the book in his hand, and looked down at him: "Are you awake?"

    Yan Zhui said softly, "Hmm", and used his other hand to pick up the book she had placed on the table. His voice was still deep after deep sleep, like mellow wine:

     "looking at what?"

    She is a good reader and always keeps reading. She reads all-encompassing books and covers everything.

    What Fu Minghua took was "Three Kingdoms" and she had already read more than half of it. It would be difficult for some men to read such a book, but she was very patient.

    She happened to find the biography of L¨¹ Meng in the Book of Wu, which was about L¨¹ Meng who was young and ambitious.

    When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he secretly followed his brother-in-law Deng Dang to attack thieves. Deng Dang was angry and sued his mother. His mother scolded L¨¹ Meng, but L¨¹ Meng said: "Poverty is hard to live in. If you get out of trouble, you can get rich. If you don't explore the tiger's den, you can't live in poverty."  , and the tiger cub is safe." His mother sadly gave him up.

    Yan Zhui muttered a few words softly, while his hands were still kneading her waist and legs.  The priority of his strength was very pleasant. Fu Minghua relaxed her body and leaned on him. Yan Zhui looked at her with a smile:

    "In another volume, there is also a record of another side of Lu Meng."

    "L¨¹ Meng was born in the army. Although he was brave and brave, he couldn't bear to read. Sun Quan said to him: 'It is better to study literature to gain enlightenment, but it is better to dabble in reading and see the past.'" Her gentle voice clearly reflected what Yan Zhui had said.  She had also read the files. Sun Quan urged Lu Meng to study more, but he refused several times. Sun Quan encouraged him by saying that the sage said, "It is useless not to eat all day long and to think without sleeping all night long. It is better to study." He also said that at the beginning Jiang  In the Zhizhong, "Guang Wu was a soldier, so he couldn't let go of the scroll."  ¡¯ was used as a metaphor to make L¨¹ Meng correct his attitude. Later, Sun Quan praised him, saying, ¡®As people grow older, they make progress, like L¨¹ Meng and Jiang Qin, who are beyond their reach.  When one is rich and honorable, he is more willing to study hard, enjoy reading and passing on books, he values ??righteousness lightly, he has accomplished many deeds, and he is a scholar of the country.  ¡¯

    Fu Minghua stretched out her fingertips and her expression became softer. Yan Zhui's erudition obviously made him more charming. She exhaled like a orchid:

    "In the Wei Dynasty, Cao Pi once said in "Dictionary. Autobiography": A collection of elegant poems and calligraphy, even though he was in the army, he would not let go of the volume." When she said this, Youzhi's soft and delicate body moved down gently, and Yan Zhui also let go.  Taking his hands off her, she bent her jade arms and leaned softly against Yan Zhui's chest, as soft as if there were no bones:

    "In my humble opinion, what Sanlang read is not much better than that of Cao Mengde in the past. What does Sanlang think?"

    Her eyes fluttered, and Yan Zhui's eyes darkened, and he hugged her tighter.

    I was a little surprised by the tone of her joking with me.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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