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Fu Mingxia has always been very proud, and she regrets it as soon as she says her sharp words.
Fu Minghua turned her head. She hesitated and wanted to apologize, but her lips moved twice. The words just couldn't come out of her mouth, but there was a look of regret on her face.
"What should I tell you? I'm afraid you won't like what I want to say."
There was an annoyed look on her face, and she obviously understood what Fu Minghua meant.
¡°I¡¯m also very upset.¡±
Feng Wanying was a good person. She had a bad temper and was always sad. When she thought about her life, she felt that her life was miserable, so she had a bad look towards him, scolding and crying. However, he had a good temper, and he often tried to coax her in various ways. .
"To tell you the truth, no one has ever been as kind to me as he is in this life."
She pinched the handkerchief and wiped her face, with a look of confusion in her eyes.
Sometimes when a servant insults him, he just smiles indifferently and comes to coax her again.
It's just that he is too old, his official position is not high, and he is not handsome and handsome. He has a few sour poems in his heart, but sometimes she gets bored when she hears them. He has written her two poems expressing his feelings, and they are both funny. Thrown by her.
"What you dislike about him is exactly what's best about him." Fu Minghua said, "When you said that to him in the Marquis Mansion that day, he not only endured his sadness, but also worried about you being punished."
Speaking of this, Fu Minghua really remembered Yan Zhui.
At that time, she said half a sentence and Yan Zhui heard it. At that time, he held back and asked later.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel that Yan Zhui was better again, and the look in his eyes gradually became gentle.
Fu Mingxia could see it clearly, and felt sour in her heart. She thought about Feng Wanying, and then remembered that none of the sisters in the house would marry worse than herself in the future, and she felt a little startled for a while.
When the servant came in and called the two of them in for a meal, she was still unhappy.
This meal left everyone with mixed emotions. Yan Zhui drank some wine at noon and was sent to the boudoir where Fu Minghua lived before he was married. Fu Minghua heard that he was a little drunk and hurried back to take care of him.
It was only when she went back that she discovered that he was drunk and leaning soberly on the edge of the bed, looking through some hidden drawers beside her bed.
Fu Minghua entered the room, dumbfounded.
"Fortunately, grandma was busy making tea and didn't come in."
Yan Zhui looked like a normal person and spread his arms, gesturing for her to come over.
"What is Saburo looking for?"
Yan Zhui was very interested: "This is the place where you lived. I want to see if I can find anything related to you in this drawer."
He smelled faintly of alcohol, but it was not smoky.
Fu Minghua sat over and squatted beside the bed to open the drawer.
Most of the things listed in the register have been moved away, but there are still some things left inside.
The two of them became interested in flipping through it, until Fu Minghua found a strip that he had made before. It had been some years ago, and the color of the strip had faded a bit and was stained with dust.
"it was Master Hu who taught me at that time, and asked me to go back and practice."
She was young at that time, so she practiced tirelessly. She practiced for several days and could not even hold a spoon with her fingers during meals.
There were tiny beads falling on it. Yan Zhui suppressed his laughter and stretched out his hand to fiddle with it. He saw that the beads hanging on the tassel kept swaying, making a "ding-ding" sound when they collided.
"I didn't expect Yuanniang to be so cute sometimes."
She blushed a little and regretted turning over the grids with him. She was mumbling and speechless.
Yan Zhui picked up the ear and touched it again and again.
Outside, Aunt Jiang relieved Fu Minghua and brought a basin of water in. Fu Minghua breathed a sigh of relief, twisted the handkerchief and came over to wipe Yan Zhui's face.
Mother Jiang stood outside and did not dare to go in. She spoke to Fu Minghua through the screen:
"If the prince is drunk, then take off his clothes and let him sleep for a while."
Fu Minghua responded and heard the sound of the door being pulled open from outside. Aunt Jiang and Biyun went out.
Yan Zhui wiped his face and hands, sat on the bed and looked at Fu Minghua and smiled:
"Take off your clothes and let me sleep for a while."
He imitated what Mother Jiang had said before, spreading her legs slightly, placing her palms on her knees, and her eyes fell on Fu Minghua.
The long hair bound by the jade crown is looser, and a few strands of hair are hanging down.
Fu Minghua took off his shoes and stood on the footrest to pick up the gold hook jade belt tied around his waist.
She turned sideways and couldn¡¯t help but?It is convenient to solve it. I tried several times but could not solve it.
Yan Zhui¡¯s eyes fell unscrupulously from her neck to her chest, and then to the bottom of her skirt.
She bent over and failed to untie it several times, so she knelt on the couch, leaned her upper body on his lap, and reached out to untie the golden hook belt.
The soft breasts pressed against his legs, making him swallow unconsciously and his Adam's apple slid slightly.
This is her boudoir, a place where his blood boiled several times just thinking about it before they were married.
He had only entered here twice. When he thought about it, his eyes changed.
She unhooked the golden hook, and Yan Zhui reached out and inserted his hand along the sloping collar. She turned sideways to hide, but still asked him not to move.
Yan Zhui might not listen to her. With a slight flick of her fingertips, she felt the point quickly stand up. She was out of breath and about to cry.
"Your Majesty!"
She struggled and couldn't help but stare at him.
where is this place? He doesn't look at the situation and does whatever he wants.
Yan Zhui kissed her and responded lazily: "I know."
Fu Minghua was dubious and grabbed his hand to pull him out.
But he refused to take his hand away, and instead silently urged her to take off her clothes and sleep for a while.
She bit her lip, resisting the soft feeling caused by the mischievous hand on her chest, and untied his jade belt a few times. He raised his head and whispered in Fu Minghua's ear:
"Yuan Niang, let me take a look."
Fu Minghua ignored him and stood up to pull her coat apart for him. He changed the direction of his palms, and she bit her lips tighter, trying not to hum. She was obviously taking off her clothes for him, but in the end, he neatly took off her belt.
For some reason, she remembered what Yan Zhui said that day that it was more convenient to take off clothes than to put on clothes.
Yan Zhui buried his head on her chest. She couldn't bear the trembling of her legs, but she still reminded him: "This is the Changle Marquis Mansion."
He knew where it was, nodded, and said vaguely:
"I know."
The hot air he blew caressed his chest, and the nephrite jade still bore the mark of last night.
Her skin originally looked like flawless jade, but these marks were particularly vivid.
After a few months of marriage, her breasts had become a little bigger, and with her fragrance, she was so tempting that he wished he could swallow them all.
He felt that it was not enough, so Fu Minghua kept urging him, shaking with nervousness.
This place gave the two of them a very strange feeling, tense and exciting. He stretched out his hand to hold Fu Minghua: "Touch me."
There was temptation in his voice, and Fu Minghua stretched out his hand to hold him. Although he repeatedly promised that he would not act recklessly, he still could not hold back, and he fit in closely with her.
She was like a pool of spring water, succumbing to his attack. (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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