The letter was sent by Yanchai, and he coquettishly said in the letter: Shanzhou is hard, sleeping in tents every day, coarse tea and light food in the army, and foreigners are eyeing each other.

When I recalled the time when I traveled to Jiangnan with Yuan Niang, it was still like what happened yesterday. Now there is a cold rice in the account, only Yi Tian suffers, looking forward to coming back as soon as possible and meeting Yuan Niang. ’

At the end of the letter, he also wrote two sentences: The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy, can you know?

He revised the Yue Ren song, and saw that Fu Minghua not only wanted to laugh, but also felt that his heart was beating like a drum.

This kind of Yan chased with a sense of fear that made Fu Minghua feel afraid, and his straightforwardness made her instinctively want to retreat.

The passionate courtship teenager leaps onto the page, which is completely different from her calm and reserved personality.

If Yan Chai said this to her face, I am afraid that she would only want to dodge.

However, because he was staying in Shanzhou at this time and could not return to Luoyang, what he brought was letters, and that kind of strength and persistence only came through a few thin pieces of paper, rather than the deep sense of strength he gave to Fu Minghua when he appeared.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and for some reason, she wanted to stuff the letter back into the envelope, and the heat in her cheeks had not subsided until this point.

Fu Minghua had a subtle feeling in her heart, when the thin pieces of paper were folded, they seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties in her hand, and they couldn't be put into the envelope after being stuffed several times, but they attracted Mama Jiang's attention:

"Lady, but a letter from Jiang Zhou?"

She first nodded wildly, but after coming back to her senses, she hesitated again and shook her head:

"It's the Third Highness."

Fortunately, when Mama Jiang heard that it was Yan Chai who sent the letter, she showed a relieved smile on her face, did not notice her gaffe, and happily clasped her hands together:

"Has Your Highness sent a letter? It can be seen that I am thinking about you. ”

This sentence just hit the point where Fu Minghua felt a little weak in her heart, and the hand she was about to stretch out to hold the teacup shook slightly, and her fingertips crossed the body of the cup.

She withdrew her hand again and coughed lightly, "No." ”

Fu Minghua pretended to deny it calmly, but Mama Jiang coaxed her softly:

"How not? You see, this Shanzhou is not very peaceful now, even His Royal Highness has gone, didn't you say it before? Your Highness can find time to write to you in your busy schedule, which shows that he values you and thinks about you. ”

Mama Jiang was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, and said a few words.

Fu Minghua turned his face away, reached out and straightened his shirt again, and touched his hair: "Okay, let's take the letter." ”

Mama Jiang saw that she didn't seem to want to talk about it, so she took the letter and asked:

"Where?"

Fu Minghua bit his lip, this letter can't be put away at will, it is easy to lose and damage.

She thought for a moment:

"Before, Niangniang once rewarded a Lu's sandalwood box, brought it, and I put it in it."

The wooden box was locked, and Mama Jiang and the others couldn't open it after trying several times, so they only hugged it and let Fu Minghua open it.

The contents were taken out, and the bottom of the box was padded with goose-yellow silk, and she put the letter into it with her own hands, and after hesitating for a while, she still closed the box.

Since that day, letters have been sent to the Marquis of Changle every day, all of which were sent by Yan Chai.

On the second day after receiving his letter, Mama Jiang brought a plate of pruned roses from the flower garden to her courtyard, and rested on the handrail platform next to the verandah, which was bare and not good-looking.

She was idle and bored every once in a while, loosening the soil, sprinkling some water, and reading the letters sent by Yan Chai for a while every day.

After only ten days, the flower budded, and the wooden box contained a lot of letters.

The branches and leaves of the roses have been stretched, and the weather in June is rainy and sunny, and Fu Minghua asked people to move the flowers under the porch.

She held Yan Chai's letter in her hand, sat under the porch and looked at it carefully, her eyebrows and eyes were so serious and cute.

"There are beauties, and they will never forget it. I haven't seen him for months, and I'm crazy about it. ”

Fu Minghua pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled, and the letters sent by Yan chased each letter with undisguised affection at the end.

On her birthday, she hugged a box of letters and suddenly felt a little interesting.

The marriage between Xie and Fu Qixian had a certain impact on her.

The 'Fu Minghua' in the dream married a non-human, and the cold relationship between Lu Changyan, in her opinion, if it weren't for the Lu family's later punishable heart, I'm afraid there would be nothing wrong.

Originally, she just wanted husband and wife to respect each other as guests, and the so-called friendship was just a story made up by people throughout the ages.

Li Ke and Xu Wenjun had such a beautiful start in the Han Dynasty, but the final result was only that Xu Wenjun was wronged and asked for perfection, so that he could get back his husband's love.

If you rely on the so-called ****, Fu Minghua feels that it is destined not to last long.

In the end, it's just a trickle, it's not as important as having children, and it's not like you have to die or live without love.

At first, she just wanted to marry Yan Chai obediently, and if he wanted to chase the throne of the emperor in the future, she would walk behind him. If he can only be an idle prince, she will also go to the fiefdom with him, the husband and wife have a dull life, and they have children after marriage, so don't fall into a dream like 'Fu Minghua' in the future, and lose the child as if they were given birth to flesh.

But Yan Chai always couldn't do what she wanted.

This letter has always made her inevitably look forward to it.

She seemed to understand Xu Wenjun's mood when she was seduced by Li Ke, with some expectations and a little sweetness.

When will Yan Chai come back?

The letters received every day were gradually filling the box, and Yan Chai did not wait for it to come back, but looked forward to the Bai family's return.

It's late June, and it won't be long before Fu Qixian continues to play the strings, and Fu Houye still gave Bai Shi face and asked people to take her back.

On the day Bai came back, it was very hot, but the juniors still had to wait at the door for the person who picked her up to come back with her.

With the Bai family has already torn her face, Fu Minghua is not ready to pretend to be a filial son and a good wife, at noon, she screamed loudly outside, and when she got up from a nap, Biyun and others groomed her up, and it was too late.

Zhong, Shen and others didn't dare to have the courage of her.

Zhong took his children and stood at the door, he must have stood for a while, his cheeks were red from the sun, his forehead was sweating profusely, and the muslin blouse he was wearing on his back was attached to her back, soaked with sweat.

Fu Mingxia, who hadn't shown up for a long time, was also there, and seeing Fu Minghua coming so late, she held a handkerchief again and wiped the sweat on her face, and the fat powder on her face was all covered by sweat, looking embarrassed.

"You're only here now?"

Fu Mingxia's voice was a little incredulous: "We've all been waiting here for four quarters of an hour!" ”

The sun outside was scorching, and everyone was sweating and sweating, but Fu Minghua was the only one who came at the latest, and Yahuan fanned her for her, looking leisurely.

Along the way, my cheeks were red at most, and I didn't even see a few drops of sweat.

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I decided to be a good Samaritan......

Let the sister paper in front of me feel the pleasure of ravaging me, so I decided to play to my uncompromising nature of Our Lady of the White Lotus......

Keep asking for tickets today......

Manbagah ......

The recent declaration of asking for votes was so cold that I couldn't help but feel delicate, and I really regained the style of the white lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountain in the past...... (To be continued.) )