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Fu Minghua asked Bi Luo to pour her a cup of hot tea, but Bi Qing was shaking so much that she couldn't hold the teacup at all, Bi Luo simply knelt in front of her, put the teacup into her hand, and held her hand hard, about half an hour later, she gradually calmed down.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Minghua asked again, Biqing was frightened, she slowed down her voice and asked, she was afraid that Biqing, who was still in shock, would be scared.

Bi Qing moved her lips, and remembered Yan Chai's eyes again, she shuddered, and the tea she was holding in her hand spilled some and burned on Bi Qing's hand, she took her hand back in pain, and Bi Qing herself was also spilled some, but she didn't seem to feel it.

Before she could make a sound, tears were still rushing out.

After another half an hour, Fu Minghua comforted her in a whisper, and when she asked again, she opened her mouth: "Wang ......"

"Lord Wang."

The sound of people greeting her outside, when Bi Qing heard it, her palm twisted, and the teacup in her palm tilted suddenly, spilling her own skirt, and some of them splashed on Fu Minghua's skirt.

Mama Jiang was a little angry now, and while taking a handkerchief to wipe Fu Minghua's skirt, she glared at Biqing:

"Frizzy."

The remaining cup rolled twice on the ground, and Mama Jiang's scolding finally made Biqing sober up, she quickly knelt down and sat up, picked up the cup in her hand, Fu Minghua took a deep look at her pale face:

"You go down and clean up first."

When she heard that Yan was chasing back, she was afraid of the abnormality, Fu Minghua didn't know what she had found, but at this time she spoke and asked her to calm down.

Bi Qing bit her lip and kowtowed, her shoulders trembled, and she couldn't speak.

Yan chased into the house, and Bi Qing clenched her teeth and got up, although she was still scared, but she forced herself to calm down.

"Lord Wang." As soon as Yan Chai came in, Fu Minghua smelled the bloody smell on his body.

There was a sense of calm in his eyes, and he softened a little when he landed on Fu Minghua.

"Entered the palace today?"

Yan Chai asked her with a smile, Fu Minghua nodded, his eyes fell on the wet piece of Fu Minghua's skirt, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

On the other side, Bi Qing was tense, and she lowered her head and didn't dare to make a sound.

Maybe it was because she usually waited in Fu Minghua's room, and the Yan Chai she saw was so gentle and considerate, that she was stimulated like that when she saw the prisoner under the stairs who was tortured beyond recognition by Yan Chai and had his tongue cut off.

Bi Qing didn't expect that there would be such a big difference in a person's smile, so Yan chased back to the room, her body tensed, and she bent her waist lower.

Yan Chai's gaze fell on her, as if a thousand boulders were pressing on her shoulders and back, her calves were tense and trembling, and her hands under the cuffs were clutched into fists.

The next moment, Yan Chai looked away and asked Fu Minghua with a smile:

"What did you say?"

Bi Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

She seemed to have been blistered all over her body, and Mama Jiang asked her with some surprise:

"You girl, what's the matter, didn't you hit something unclean?"

Biqing was out of shape everywhere before, but at this time, Mama Jiang took a look, Yan chased Fu Minghua into the inner room, and she twisted Biqing hard, and Biqing was in pain before she woke up.

Fu Minghua entered the house, asked Yan Chai to sit for a while, and went to change his clothes behind the screen.

Yan Chai leaned on the Hu bed, and saw her slender figure reflected on the thin screen, and the killing intent in her heart gradually faded.

"Do you remember Mrs. Zhao Guotai's seventieth birthday?"

Fu Minghua slowly spoke behind the screen.

Yan Chai smiled playfully and played with the rope hanging down from his waist.

Before he could speak, he saw two red blood stains on the white jade hanging on his waist.

The blood stains had dried up, his face turned cold, and he tore it off with his hand, and then said softly:

"Naturally, I remember."

His expression was cold, but his tone was very gentle.

Fu Minghua was changing his skirt with his back to him through the screen, and because he was talking to him, he didn't call Mama Jiang in.

She was untying the complicated strap with her head sideways, so naturally she couldn't notice his movements.

"At that time, I went to Jiangzhou with you, and on the way I met someone from the royal palace of Zhongxin County, and thanks to your timely arrival, I saved my life."

Although the earth dragon was burned in the house, this room was very large, and it was a little cold when I took off my skirt.

She tightened her legs, quickly took the skirt that was hung on the shelf on the side, and said again: "But at that time, it was Mama, Biyun, and Biqing who jumped out of the carriage in order to protect me, and Biyun was ...... Ah, Lord Wang......"

Yan Chai didn't know when he approached, and reached out to hug her.

She didn't make any sound beforehand, and she was startled: "Why don't you make a sound?" ”

Yan Chai caressed her waist with her palm, seeing that she was still struggling to get her skirt, she couldn't help but say:

"Don't wear it."

How can that be?

She was embarrassed and angry, trying to hold his hand down.

It's just that Yan Chai didn't take her strength in his eyes at all, but let her press it, his fingers still flexibly hooked the hem of his clothes, and touched the warm and delicate skin.

"Don't do that." She struggled twice, and the temples that had only been loosely pulled up spread out a little.

Fu Minghua stretched out his hand to hold his arm and stabilize his body, and Yan chased her lazily:

"Go on."

He was referring to the fact that when Zhao Guotai's wife Cui Shi was 70th birthday, Fu Minghua was ambushed on the way back to Jiangzhou.

Fu Minghua couldn't see his face at this time, and naturally he couldn't see his slender eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Biyun still has a scar on his back for me."

Yan Chai naturally understood what she was going to say.

The beautiful woman who was still struggling to escape from his palm turned around in his arms, stretched out her hand and put her arms around his waist and called:

"If there's anything wrong with Biqing, San Lang shouldn't worry about her."

She knew what he liked, and her face was still rubbing against his chest.

Fu Minghua has never been coquettish, and once he does this, it is naturally extremely rare for Yan to chase.

At this time, the mouth kept calling 'San Lang, San Lang', Yan Chai sighed, and saw that her pair of slender and straight jade legs were close together, so he took a skirt and bent down to serve her in person.

"She's seen things, things I just want to tell you in person, not the way they come out of people's mouths."

After the weapons made in Taiyuan were sent to Shanzhou the day before yesterday, when he discussed with Chen Jingxuan and others, he asked people to start searching for the whereabouts of Yuan Guang.

The weapon was personally escorted to Shanzhou by Yuan Guang earlier, and although Yan Chai used him at that time, he also guarded against it.

He has always been cautious and cautious. (To be continued.) )