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Time flew by so fast. I wonder if it was because he was in her boudoir today that he became more interested. He rubbed it carefully and slowly, which made her a little anxious.
Fu Minghua kissed him with her red lips, Ding Xiang secretly uttered temptation, the two secretly panted and hugged each other.
She didn¡¯t dare to get it on her skirt, and she was afraid of soiling the bedding. Her face turned red, so she had to take her brocade handkerchief and wipe it away.
¡°Seeing his satisfied face, I couldn¡¯t help but turn around and wipe him twice, but I didn¡¯t know where to put the handkerchief. Aunt Jiang opened the door and came in.
Fu Minghua tremblingly picked up the clothes and put them under the curtains of the bed. He put on the curtains and dressed secretly with Yan Zhui. He held the handkerchief in his hand. He was panicked and ashamed. He felt that the brocade handkerchief was soaked and had touched her. One hand.
In the evening, Mr. Fu wanted to keep Yan Zhui and the two of them to have dinner before leaving, but Yan Zhui refused firmly, saying that there were still important things in the house.
When everyone sent the two people out, they felt that something was wrong. Although Fu Minghua was smiling, he did not look at Yan Zhui and got into the carriage. Such behavior made Fu Houye and others He was worried, but luckily Yan Zhui didn't seem to care.
After returning home, Mother Jiang felt as if the two couples, who had never been blushing since they got married, were having trouble. She didn't know what happened. Yan Zhui tried to coax Fu Minghua to talk several times, but she ignored them.
When Grandma Jiang saw it, she advised her uneasily: "After all, he is the prince, so if you have anything to say, just tell her."
She was afraid that the two of them would quarrel, so Fu Minghua naturally comforted her.
Yan Zhui knew how to make her angry, so he coaxed her for a long time and promised not to be like this again next time, so the two of them got back together as before.
At the end of the month, Mr. Fu and Mr. Bai got into a carriage, took their servants with them, loaded up about ten carriages, and headed back to their hometown.
Many people among them submitted their papers to Prince Qin¡¯s Mansion, and Yan Zhui had to choose a few articles to read every day.
Most of the papers that can get into his hands are either born into celebrities and have some background in status, or they are really talented and learned. They can't squeeze into the imperial examination, but they want to go to the other side and do it from the staff around him. Started.
This is a triennial event. Especially at the beginning of the year, after Emperor Jia'an allowed Yanzhui to open his own literature museum, more and more people came to submit papers. In addition to selecting truly talented people from these poems, he Besides, if he really had the ability, he would have to meet him in person.
Fu Minghua heard that Xu Zisheng, a talented scholar from Jiangling, and others who had a relationship with her also submitted their papers to Yan Zhui, but she didn't know if he had met him.
On February 9, as spring began, no one talked about the return of Changle Marquis Fu Changsheng to his hometown.
Spring Festival starts from the 9th to the 12th and 15th, a total of three days of examination.
Everyone is paying attention to the results of this year's Spring Festival, which were announced on the 19th, but Yan Zhuiyuan knew the results earlier than others.
In the Xuanhui Hall, Emperor Jia'an held the fold presented by Jiang Yin with a dark and unpredictable expression.
Among the papers, Lu Changyuan's name is clearly visible.
Huang Yixing brought him the newly brewed ginseng tea. Emperor Jia'an took a sip and laughed:
"This year, Lu Changyuan, whom Jiang Yin mentioned, is highly praised by Yuan Zhi."
He held the tea cup in his hand and looked through Lu Changyuan's article with a gentle tone.
Yuanzhi is Du Xuanzhen's name. At this time, the emperor called him affectionately, but Du Xuazhen felt that he could not relax.
I was wondering if Emperor Jia'an's words might have other meanings.
"In my opinion, Lu Changyuan is the most valuable person for his talent in governing the country. He has no rottenness. He once submitted verses to me, and I have read a few of them, which are quite good."
Du Xuanzhen smiled and replied to Emperor Jia'an's words.
Lu Changyuan is indeed talented. Emperor Jia'an flipped through the article he wrote and nodded. The smile in Du Xuanzhen's eyes deepened.
In spring, which is held every three years, tens of thousands of candidates come to Luoyang to take the exam, but only a few dozen take the exam.
¡° Most of the articles and lists in this pile are secretly members of the Rong family.
Emperor Jia'an's heart was like a bright mirror, but his face remained calm.
Nowadays, the power of the Rong family is so great that many remnants of the former noble families and offshoots of the Rong family have returned.
In the Fanyang area, the Rong clan members who changed their surnames under Taizu's suppression also changed their genealogy.
Emperor Jia'an smiled slightly, his eyes looking unfathomable under the rising mist of hot tea.
"Nowadays, talents are scarce in the court. Yuan Zhi has selected a few articles. I want to meet these students." The emperor held tea in one hand and tapped his fingertips on the table, and Du Xuazhen responded.
The waiter outside came in and reported that King Qin had arrived.
Du Xuanzhen¡¯s eyes flickered, his eyelids lifted slightly, and he saw Emperor Jia¡¯an sitting behind the desk frowning slightly.
His cheek muscles twitched slightly, Emperor Jia'an had already asked King Qin to come in.
When Du Xuanzhen came out with a bunch of memorials in his arms, he happened to meet Yan Zhui, who was waiting for His Highness Xuanhui to be summoned by Emperor Jia'an.
The young and tall King of Qin wore a large green cloak with crane feathers. His face was as sharp as an axe, his eyes were deep and firm, his lips were pursed tightly, and his chin was firm.
The spring rain in February continued, and he had been standing in the rain for a while. His hair was soaked, but his eyes were still so calm, and his back was straight, showing a bit of ruthlessness.
Du Xuanzhen's steps were hesitant.
He also read a lot of poetry and books, and he sat in the position of Zhongshu Ling for more than ten years. In the Tang Dynasty, he can be said to be the first person under the emperor, and he has a good reputation for knowing people.
?? Yan Zhui is handsome, extremely noble, and has the aura to rule the world.
This patience and calmness made Du Xuazhen feel slightly uneasy.
The waiter at the other end came out and saluted him respectfully, and he immediately curled his lips and walked down the stairs.
Down below, after receiving the order, Yan Zhui also came up the third floor of the stairs.
He didn¡¯t walk fast, but his steps were steady. The closer he got to Du Xuanzhen, the killing aura rushed towards him.
That feeling of oppression is very deep, especially his tall figure, which is inherited from Xianbei blood, which makes this feeling of oppression even more aggravated.
Yan Zhui stood in the rain for a while, and when he walked towards Du Xuanzhen, Du Xuanzhen seemed to feel the cold air quickly blowing away the warmth he still had when he came out of Xuanhui Hall. He smiled, but felt wary in his heart, and rushed towards Yan Zhui Hand over:
"His Royal Highness the King of Qin."
He was plotted by Lu Changyuan.
??It would be great if a person like Yan Zhui could become an emperor. If he becomes a minister, he is afraid that there will be a bloody storm, and he will not be willing to live under others.
Du Xuanzhen had a smile on his face, but he was very angry in his heart.
Yan Zhui stopped, looked at the memorial he kept in his cloak, and said with a smile:
"Mr. Du, the emperor really thinks highly of you, so he summoned you to the palace so early to discuss matters."
Du Xuanzhen then bent down and said, "I am honored to be able to share the emperor's worries."
Yan Zhui curled up his lips, with a playful look in his eyes: "Your Majesty is waiting to be summoned, so I'm sorry."
"Your Highness, please." Du Xuanzhen cupped his hands and said. Yan Zhui took two steps away. When he turned his head, he still maintained the same posture. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com