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Bilan looked at Yan Zhui with a smile on his face, and Fu Minghua also leaned over to look at the painting. The two couples seemed to see nothing strange, as if nothing had happened before.
"Mrs. Xi's paintings are indeed good."
This painting lies in the artistic conception. The woman's brushwork is graceful and soft. Although the color is simple, the intention is preserved first and the painting is full of intention. The brushwork is like a spring silkworm spinning silk, and the thought is subtle. It seems that through the painting, one can imagine the beauty of the past. It is indeed an extremely beautiful painting. A rare good painting.
This painting should be Mrs. Cui¡¯s treasure, but she spat it out at this moment.
Fu Minghua was a little surprised, and reached out to pick up the painting, but Yan Zhui hid his hand, avoiding her movement, and looked at her with a smile:
"It's not okay to take it away like this."
There was temptation in his eyes, "After I get the painting, I can't wait to share it with Yuan Niang. Once Yuan Niang comes and looks at the painting, she won't look at me anymore?"
Fu Minghua¡¯s outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, looking up at him. He bent a little and lowered his head. Her reflection was all in his eyes, and she could no longer hold anything else around her.
Yan Zhui smiled and rolled up the painting slowly and without looking at it, then handed it to Biyun.
Fu Minghua was a little surprised: "Isn't this a painting by Mrs. Cui?"
Yan Zhui raised his eyebrows, reached out to hold her in his arms, and helped her sit on a chair. With a flick of his sleeves, he brushed the tea bowls and other items on the table to the ground.
The fine fine porcelain fell to the ground, making a 'ding-dong' sound. The tea residue and water inside splashed out, and the ground was suddenly a mess.
But he didn¡¯t care. He took the brocade handkerchief from his sleeves and wiped his hands. His eyes fell on his hands and he ordered calmly:
¡°Boil the water again to make tea.¡±
Biyun responded and handed the painting to the palace servant behind him. He personally took the handkerchief to collect the mess he had dropped on the ground. Yan Zhui then raised his head and threw the handkerchief away:
¡°It¡¯s your painting now.¡±
There was no guilt in his eyes for seizing someone's love, but it was natural:
"And I gave it to you." He smiled and reached out to hold her catkins: "Do you like it?"
Fu Minghua couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.
" Yan Zhui's doing this proves that Mrs. Cui's plan has failed, and she is simply stealing a chicken but losing a lot of rice.
She pressed the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, suppressed her smile and asked:
"What will happen to the twelve ladies?"
She is so smart, even though Yan Zhui had known that he could not hide it from her, she did not panic at all even though she knew this, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
He opened his body a little further, and using force on his hands, he pulled her over and sat on his lap, leaning on his arms.
The beauty who had been smiling before suddenly panicked and struggled to stand up.
"Sanlang"
She was not in the palace at this time, not to mention that someone was very likely to come here. Her cheeks were slightly red, and just when she was about to struggle, Yan Zhui let go of the arm that was supporting her delicate body, and she fell straight back. She was startled and hooked him by the shoulder.
Fu Minghua¡¯s beauty turned pale, and Yan Zhuicai put his arms around her waist again, enjoying the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, and lowered his head to look at her:
"What do you think I did to her?"
She struggled and kicked her calves: "I don't know, please let me up quickly."
"Don't let go." He looked seriously, lowered his head and buried it in her ear, taking a deep breath. All he could smell on his nose was the sweet fragrance of her body. This action made Fu Minghua's ears even hotter.
"If you can't guess it, I won't let it go."
Fu Minghua knew that it was impossible for Yan Zhui to leave her behind, but he was really embarrassed.
"Your Majesty!" She struggled, but like a moth trapped in a spider's web, she couldn't break away from Yan Zhui's strength. In the end, she had no choice but to admit defeat: "Let me go, and I will guess again."
Yan Zhui looked at her with a half-smile, and she struggled for a moment, her cheeks smoked, and her neatly combed hair was slightly messy.
Fu Minghua hesitated for a while, then raised her head and kissed him gently on the cheek. His eyes were deep and he held her even harder.
"Sanlang" When he begged again this time, he obeyed and let go of his hand. Fu Minghua hurriedly got up to tidy up his clothes and looked to see if anyone was passing by in the distance.
Biyun and the others escaped from the pavilion at some point, and her face became even hotter. She glared at Yan Zhui shyly and angrily with her almond-shaped eyes, stroked her hair and then said:
"I thought this banquet was because Mrs. Cui wanted to find a good son-in-law for the Twelfth Lady, but it turned out that Mrs. Cui already knew it."
? ?Recalling what Princess Danyang asked her before, she couldn't help but touch her cheek with the back of her hand: "When Danyang asked me, I also said that the prince is busy with official duties."
He is somewhat innocent.
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?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?????????? Earlier, the Xie family posted stickers, but there were two stickers sent to Prince Qin¡¯s Mansion.
In addition to Fu Minghua receiving one, Yan Zhui also received one.
Yan Zhui picked it up a little later. He seemed to remember that Fu Minghua had not received the invitation from Cui Mansion earlier. The moment he received the invitation, he wanted to accompany Fu Minghua.
Because he had too many things to do, he didn't take it to heart. However, after discussing with Yao Shi and others in the early morning, he realized that Fu Minghua had already left.
As soon as he came over, he was pestered by people from the Cui Mansion, saying that someone had invited Fu Minghua to come over. Who knew that it was not Fu Minghua who was waiting, but Cui Twelfth Mother.
He knew the Cui family's plan in his heart. He just wanted to imitate Concubine Cui and send a daughter to have a closer relationship with him. It would be best if he ascended the throne in the future, and the next crown prince would also come from the Cui family's daughter.
From the Cui family's point of view, this is harmless to him and is just a matter of smooth flow, but it is like touching Yan Zhui Ni's scales.
He snatched Mrs. Xi¡¯s paintings, told Mrs. Cui Twelve to get lost, and then called someone to find Fu Minghua, but he didn¡¯t leave any face to the Cui family.
When Fu Minghua heard this, he could almost imagine the embarrassment on Mrs. Cui Twelve¡¯s face at that time.
No wonder Mrs. Xie was called out halfway while talking to her later, and her expression was so bad when she came back.
"I got a good painting and I can't wait to show it to Yuan Niang." He said affectionately and in a calm tone: "It's just that Yuan Niang doesn't seem to be worried about me at all and only stares at the painting. Is she really so relieved? "
"I'm at ease." Fu Minghua smiled and nodded slowly. Yan Zhui smiled even deeper and asked, "Oh?"
"Mrs. Cui made the wrong decision." When she saw Yan Zhui's appearance, she knew what he wanted to ask. She hugged the heater helplessly and looked down at the embroidery on her skirt: "Mrs. Cui did this. , it¡¯s just for one reason, for the prosperity of the Cui family and for the future inheritance of the Cui family.¡±
Back then, the Cui family of Qinghe sent Concubine Cui to Luoyang, and Concubine Cui gave birth to two princes. Now that the third prince, Yan Zhui, is very likely to become the crown prince in the future, how could the Cui family, having tasted the sweetness, stop following the same example?
Since that day when Cui Shi prepared Cui Shiniang for Yan Zhui, we had already seen the clues. (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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