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Chapter 651 Coax you

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    "The king, his ministers, his father and his son, the family, the country, and the world" govern the world according to the hierarchical order of the Three Cardinal Principles and the Five Constant Rules.

    This set of tricks has been implemented throughout the ages by both promising and mediocre monarchs.

    The inheritance of the family relies on the Xie family's brand name that has been supported by future generations for hundreds of years and the long and numerous family genealogy. The boxes and cabinets of precious document collections have enabled the Xie family to continue to build the Xie family.  And running around is just for the false reputation, so that his name can be passed down to future generations and be admired by future generations.

    She thought of the Xie family, a person with a cold nature, but many years after marrying into the Changle Marquis Mansion, she still cared about the Xie family in everything.

    Yan Zhui¡¯s eyes fell on her lips. She didn¡¯t apply any makeup, so she looked not as gorgeous as usual when she put on makeup. However, the look of hibiscus blooming from clear water had a unique look.

    Her lips were light pink and dipped in some melon juice, which made Yan Zhui, who didn't like sweet things, feel a little greedy.

    He leaned over and wanted to kiss her when she wasn't paying attention. But as soon as the tip of his tongue brushed her lips, she became alert, leaned back, glanced at Huang Yixing and others, and then looked at Yan Zhui, her cheeks flushed.  Red said:

    "Your Majesty!"

    She was a little angry and angry, but her lips still had the burning sensation from being licked by his tongue. She stretched out her tongue to lick it, and then bit it, which made her tender lips turn red.

    Yan Zhui¡¯s eyes were burning, and he forked another melon to feed her:

    "Go out for a walk?"

    She was also fed up with the sweetness and shook her head.

    The sun is shining brightly outside and it is very hot. If there is any place to escape the heat, it is Penglai Pavilion.

    There used to be the palace where Concubine Cui lived. Fu Minghua rarely went there after Concubine Cui's funeral. She was a little afraid to think of Jinggu kneeling on the ground and asking her, "Have you ever forgiven your empress" with tears streaming down her face?  .

    When Yan Zhui mentioned going for a walk at this time, it was obviously impossible to go to a hot place. Most likely, he meant going to Penglai Pavilion.

    She was a little hesitant, but Yan Zhui had already ordered a walking chariot and a yellow umbrella to be prepared, and he pulled Fu Minghua to get up and get off the couch.

    "Still thinking about what Jinggu said to you that day?"

    The two of them are of the same mind as husband and wife, and he can naturally guess what she is thinking.

    Yan Zhui actually vaguely heard some of what Jinggu said to her when he knelt in front of her that day. He was so smart, how could he not guess it?

    "Would you blame me?"

    She turned her head and asked Yan Zhui. Yan Zhui looked at her intently for a long time and suddenly laughed out loud: "I thought my Yuan Niang would never ask this question in her life." She said.  I am so proud that I don¡¯t even bother to talk about many things.

    When Fu Minghua heard what he said, he felt a little curious:

    "why would you say so?"

    It was hot outside. Yan Zhui collected the memorial and led her out of the palace door. The heat hit her face. Although the sun was blocked outside the eaves, the scorching heat wave still came in waves.

    She raised her head and asked Yan Zhui. The sun shone on her flawless jade skin, and she could see the faint fluff and the shadow of Yan Zhui reflected in her black and white eyes.

    Yan Zhui said:

    "Because we are husband and wife."

    So he knows her and she knows him.

    Concubine Cui¡¯s death had nothing to do with her. If he had angered her because of a few words Jinggu said that day, how could he deserve her affection?

    Fu Minghua¡¯s eyelids drooped. He wanted to laugh after hearing this, but his eyes were a little astringent.

    "We are husband and wife"

    She naturally also understood that Cui Guifei's death was not so much that Cui Guifei made a decision between herself and Fu Minghua that day, but that Cui Guifei had no choice between the Cui family and her son and took the road of no return.  Just a road.

    But the words Jinggu asked that day were so heavy that she couldn¡¯t help but remember them in her heart.

    No matter how calm her temperament is, she is still too young to take everything lightly.

    "You have knots in your mind about mother, and so do I."

    He took Fu Minghua¡¯s hand and walked in the direction of Penglai Pavilion:

    "But no matter what, it's a done deal. Regrets are of no use. You have to get on with your life."

    Huang Yixing followed from a distance and wanted to reply, "The chariot and Huangluo umbrella are ready," but looking at the two couples walking side by side, he did not dare to step forward and disturb their interest in talking.

    He knew from the beginning that King Qin doted on Princess Qin.

    Since Yan Zhui ascended the throne, he has never concealed hisHe loved his wife's temperament, but when he just saw the emperor eating with the empress without hesitation and feeding Fu Minghua some melon, Huang Yixing realized that this was not considered pampering. He was clearly looking at her like a ball in his eye.

    "Penglai Pavilion is the palace where my mother lived in the past, but it is also the place where you and I have been, sat, and talked." He stretched out his hand to hold Fu Minghua's hand tighter: "There are only slaves who kowtow to you.  , and the pond full of lotus flowers, the fragrant fragrance, and the shadows of you, me, and my mother in the past."

    Yan Zhui never said such words, but now these comforting words came from his mouth. Fu Minghua lowered his head again and saw the hands of the two of them holding hands. Jinggu was kneeling on the ground that day, with tears on her face and asked her,  Thinking about the inexplicable fear it brought her, she didn't seem to care about it before.

    She smiled with tears in her eyes, "I understand."

    He was well taught by Emperor Jia'an and Concubine Cui. In addition to his outstanding appearance and noble life experience, he also has a gentleness hidden under his pride. The occasional exposure is enough to make people addicted.

    She remembered that she had avoided him like a snake and a scorpion before, and now she regretted it.

    "The imperial mausoleum has been opened and the posthumous title has been decided. Jing Guqiu has met with me and told me that she wants to guard the mausoleum for the Queen Mother. I have already confirmed it."

    The two of them walked slowly around the verandah in the direction of Penglai Pavilion. When Yan Zhui said this, Fu Minghua was stunned:

    "I thought Jinggu would stay by my side."

    As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Zhui turned his head:

    "It was originally."

    Jinggu and Cui Guifei had a deep master-servant relationship. Before Cui Guifei died, she must have told Jinggu something, and she must have considered it for Jinggu's future, but Jinggu was not willing to stay by Fu Minghua's side.

    Although Yan Zhui could figure out that Concubine Cui's death had nothing to do with Fu Minghua, Jinggu couldn't figure it out. Her memory stayed on the day when Concubine Cui drank poison and died, and it was difficult to escape from the pain, so that day  She knelt in front of Fu Minghua and asked loudly, "Has Fu Minghua forgiven Concubine Cui for forcing Mr. Xie to death?"

    She was already heartbroken, and Yan Zhui had expected such a request.

    Fu Minghua somehow remembered Grandma An, who had been dead for a long time.  She was willing to hit the wall and die for Xie's sake.

    Yan Zhui stretched out his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes. If someone else had made her cry, he would have been furious, but at this moment, it was himself who made her eyes wet.

    "Don't cry." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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