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He tapped his toes on the ground twice, venting his restless emotions, and glanced at Fu Minghua:
"Yuan Niang, please rest for a while. I will take you out for a walk in the afternoon. There are several places you can visit here."
After he finished speaking, he no longer looked at Fu Minghua. He only felt that the more he looked at it, the more his mouth became dry.
There was tea on the table. He picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. The tea was a bit hot, but it was a pity that it was too late to put the cup down.
He forced himself to put down the tea cup and left without saying a word, but his steps seemed a little hurried.
¡° Fu Minghua saw him leaving the room very quickly and disappearing around the corner, so he naturally swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
Yan Zhui walked away so fast that he didn't sleep for several days, probably because he wanted to go back and rest.
Fu Minghua stood up quickly. Aunt Jiang and others were in the yard where Yan Zhui lived temporarily, with only a wall separating them from where she lived.
Qi Shao was also there, his green clothes half-dried and clinging to his body. In the courtyard, Nanny Jiang, who looked tired, was holding on to the stone table, her body still trembling while 'rinsing'.
"There is another one who is injured and has not yet woken up. A doctor has already gone to see him."
When Yan Zhui saw Fu Minghua coming, he couldn't help but briefly explain the current situation.
The injured person was Biyun. A long knife was slashed on her back. The wound was from her left shoulder to her lower right back.
"The situation is not good." Yan Zhui did not hide it from her, and Fu Minghua actually knew it.
Bi Qing was nowhere to be found, but several second-class maids and two rough-and-tumble maids found her, and now they were all frightened.
Mother Jiang¡¯s eyes were red, but she held it back: ¡°It¡¯s good that my wife is safe.¡±
Yesterday, Biyun wore Fu Minghua's cloak just to lure people away for her. When Grandma Jiang saw that Fu Minghua was okay, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "If Biyun knew about it, I'm afraid she would be much more relaxed."
"Is Mommy injured?"
Fu Minghua¡¯s eyes were red, but he asked.
Mother Jiang shook her head. There was no serious injury on her body, but Biyun was more serious. She was injured yesterday and was on her way to lure someone away. The wound was a little inflamed after being caught in the rain. Aunt Jiang knew some medical knowledge, and her heart was heavy at this time.
Fu Minghua asked a few people to go down first to rest. She went to see Biyun. Biyun had already started to have a high fever, her face was red, and she was shouting, "Madam, leave quickly."
Yan Zhui stood in the corridor, sitting on the railing, leaning against the wooden pillar, and saw Fu Minghua hurried out of the wing, his head lowered, feeling a little depressed.
"Your Highness, do you think this matter is related to Ling Wuxie, the eldest son of the Prince of Zhongxin County?"
Fu Minghua blinked his eyes and his expression calmed down.
She chased towards Yan and stood beside him and asked.
He sat on the railing with one leg flat, beckoned Fu Minghua to sit down, and then touched the two neatly combed buns on her head.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He said with a smile. One of them sat high and the other sat low. It was easy for him to touch Fu Minghua's hair.
Fu Minghua sat still. He touched it twice and did not take his hand back.
It was obvious that this was the time when she was most frightened and vulnerable, but she had no intention of crying against him. Instead, she was strong and calm.
After the incident happened, she was not hysterical. She immediately thought about finding out the person who wanted to harm her.
This is what Yan Zhui liked about her at first, but now he feels a little helpless.
"Do you remember the first time you saw me?"
Yan asked her a question.
He doesn¡¯t like her to face him with such an expression. If he just wants to marry a wife, and his wife An Fenshou has been very clever and helpful to others, I¡¯m afraid he will be happy.
But he knew very well that he didn't need her to marry Fu Minghua.
"It was when the Ninth Prince was born." Although Fu Minghua didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question, he still said it obediently.
"The first time I saw you was when Yan Ji was born, but in my heart, the first time I saw you was when your mother took you into the palace to meet your mother-in-law and said that the Changle Marquis Mansion had taken refuge with Concubine Rong." There was a wave floating in the corridor. It was raining continuously, and he sat on the railing. The outer half of his body was soaked by the drizzle that drifted in, and his sleeves were wet. His hands gradually fell from Fu Minghua's head to her forehead and then to her eyebrows.
At first heIt was only when he remembered the little girl looking back curiously and writing a little poem that he really noticed the daughter born to Mr. Xie.
"When I was in the White Horse Temple, I saw you on the corridor outside the Mingwang Palace." Yan Zhui's eyes gradually narrowed, with a look of determination: "Yuan Niang, if I can only see you, why do you Can¡¯t you just see me in your eyes?¡±
At this moment, he was no longer the arrogant prince he had seen several times in the palace, nor was he the injured man in the water pavilion in the city of God who pretended to be weak and tricked her into bandaging his wounds, nor was he coquettishly begging her to teach him how to please her. young man.
There was determination in his eyes and his expression was very serious.
"I didn't marry you because of your family background or intelligence, but just because it's you, so you shouldn't treat me like I'm any different from anyone else." He didn't mean to make a joke, and stared at Fu Minghua firmly.
For the first time, Fu Minghua felt embarrassed and speechless.
Yan Zhui looked at her, and she asked with some difficulty: "What does Your Highness want me to do?" As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Zhui was startled at first, and then smiled slightly.
His fingertips rested on her forehead. He was obviously smiling, but it made people feel a little uncomfortable.
Fu Minghua thought of the cake he shared with her yesterday and sighed:
"I don't know how to do it either, please teach me."
Yan Zhui suddenly looked at her and laughed.
Both of them groped forward vaguely. He smiled wildly. Fu Minghua couldn't help but feel that he had been deceived by him, but Yan Zhui said:
"Yuan Niang."
She looked up at him and responded.
"Yuan Niang."
"Yuan Niang, Yuan Niang, Yuan Niang."
Every time he called out, his voice got louder, his eyes seemed to be filled with smiles, and his eyebrows were filled with hope.
"My father intends to withdraw the power of Zhongxin County Prince's Mansion in Xijing."
He smiled and spoke, looking at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to eat her alive.
When Fu Minghua heard what he said, he suppressed the shyness on his face and thought of the already quite old prince of Zhongxin County Prince's Palace.
There are many rumors in Luoyang city about his love for Rong Sanniang, and he usually follows Rong Sanniang.
She recalled that in the year when Bi Lan fell into the water, when the eldest princess held a banquet by the Luo River, she vaguely heard someone saying that Rong Sanniang came with him.
It is said that he fell in love at first sight with Rong Sanniang when she was eleven or twelve years old, and devoted his whole heart to waiting for her to grow up.
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