Yan Chai smiled and said: "Here is a poem by Yang Xuanli about Yueyang Loufu, engraved in the doorpost, why don't you go up and take a look?" ”

Fu Minghua was also interested and nodded.

I was really standing outside the corridor and was blown by the wind.

Her cloak remained in the room, and the wind at the end of February in Jiangzhou was still quite penetrating.

At first, I felt invigorated, but after a long time, it was inevitably a little cold.

It's also good to be able to go upstairs and sit in the house.

Yan Chai also felt that her palm was slightly cold, and he asked if it was cold.

He wore a cyan round-necked and narrow-sleeved robe, a nine-ring jade belt around his waist, black leather six-fold boots under his feet, and a folding scarf on his head.

Fu Minghua was really a little cold, but maybe Mama Jiang didn't come out to disturb when she saw her talking to Yan Chai.

Thinking of this, Fu Minghua found a problem, there were a lot of maids and wives beside him, and there seemed to be no close service people around Yan Chai.

When he was young, he saw that there were palace female officials waiting beside him, but when he was older, Qi Shao had to see more, and she was a little curious.

Yan Chai saw the look on her face and led her upstairs.

Standing quietly in the direction of the wind, his tall figure blocked most of the wind, which made Fu Minghua feel much better.

She was not unappreciative, and lowered her voice to thank him.

"There is no one waiting beside Your Highness." She was led by him in one hand and went upstairs with the hem of her skirt in the other, looking back at him.

Even if he stood two steps higher than him, he was still unyielding.

This was originally a wide corridor, but as soon as he stood there, he always felt a little narrower.

Yan Chai glanced at her meaningfully, and held Fu Minghua's hand tighter: "You don't need someone to serve." ”

He meant something, but Fu Minghua didn't taste the meaning of his words at all, so Yan Chai said: "Yang Xuanli's words are there." He stretched out his hand and pointed, Fu Minghua turned his head to look, and he couldn't care about whether there was anyone waiting beside him.

The girl's eyebrows were picturesque, obviously very close to him, but she seemed to be far away from him.

He took a deep look and took another sniff of her scent.

Fu Minghua wanted to go over to look, but Yan Chai stood still, she took a step, her hand was in his palm, and she was controlled by others, so she couldn't take a step anymore.

Speaking of serving people, he remembered that there were people waiting in the palace, but in his early years, he had a great career in his heart, and he saw all kinds of beauties, and ordinary palace women and officials could not get into his eyes.

When he was older, he had so much thought about her, and there were a lot of tasks assigned to him by Emperor Jia'an, so he naturally didn't mean that.

If it weren't for Fu Minghua who he wanted to marry, but someone else at random, he probably wouldn't have the heart to accompany someone to visit Yueyang Tower.

Yan Chai always thought that he was pure-hearted and had few desires, but it was this time that he returned to Jiangzhou to have some thoughts.

"Your Highness?"

Fu Minghua saw that he was standing still, turned around and called him, and he quickly followed upstairs.

Yang Xuanli's words were originally inscribed on Yueyang Tower, and some students at that time saw that the poetic mood was not bad, and the words were written quite well, so they copied it.

It wasn't until Yang Xuanli died and became famous that this thing was taken out, and then in order to commemorate Yang Xuanli, it was engraved on the Yueyang Tower.

In fact, this character is not written by Yang Xuanli himself, but it can probably be seen that when he wrote this word, Yang Xuanli was already depressed, disheartened about the future of the current situation, and the words were a little sloppy and crazy, which was not as good as his early works, with the meaning of Chao Bo.

But poetry is good poetry.

Fu Minghua watched it for a long time, but Yan Chai didn't say a word.

"What do you think?"

She asked, and Yan Chai just glanced at it.

When he was a child, he started to write, copying the book stickers of the descendants of the Wang family earlier, imitating many famous Confucians, until he was more than ten years old, his wrist had a little strength, and he became his own writing font.

Yang Xuanli's poems are not famous, and the words are not bad, but in Yan Chai's eyes, they are not unusual.

"After returning from Shanzhou, I will write a few stickers, and Yuan Niang can copy them." His handwriting is not bad, even Emperor Jia'an can write well, but Yan Chai naturally hopes that Fu Minghua will only copy his font.

"Okay." She responded with a smile, such gentleness and obedience made Yan Chai's expression more gentle.

"I don't need anyone else to wait." He repeated.

After the two got married, there was already her, and he couldn't look down on the people around him, and the word no one in his eyes was extremely appropriate for him.

Fu Minghua didn't know what to do at first, the two sat in Yueyang Tower for a while, tasted tea and snacks, and it must be too late to go to Junshan today.

This tea picking also has the rules of tea picking, and it is not beautiful to pick it after an hour.

In the middle, they stopped in the post station, and the Yuwen clan of Jiangling Mansion sent a large number of gifts, and Yan Chai sent them all to Fu Minghua.

I thought that tomorrow's trip to pick tea would be successful, but after bathing at night, the people outside showed their faces, Biqing went out for a trip, and when he came back, he said:

"Lady, the third prince is gone."

There is an urgent report in Shanzhou, and he is going to leave overnight.

He left in a hurry, and only asked someone to bring a sentence: "Your Highness said that I will accompany you to Jiangling again in the future." ”

Fu Minghua nodded, and Mama Jiang put balm in her hand and gently applied a jade-white and pink arm for her, and smiled in her mouth: "Your Highness is a person who does great things." ”

She answered lazily and lay down when she was ready.

The second day went to Junshan again, although Yan chased has gone, but he has already arranged everything properly, Taishou Wang Song's wife personally accompanied, a flattering face, with a mouthful of witty words, only to say that when the new tea is ready, he must send two catties to the Changle Hou Mansion.

At noon, I got up and went back to Jiangzhou.

Xie Shuyan invited her to Yueyang Tower again, and she was a little less interested.

She entered the Xie family, and listened to the same class with several little ladies of the Xie family, and the female husband who taught was not amazing, but she did have some talents, and she was not bad at teaching female red and four arts, and she also had a lot of experience in a few days.

In the morning, Xie Shuyan personally took a soft sedan chair to pick her up.

There is still some distance from ethnography, and the little lady of Xie Mansion will go in a sedan chair every day. Fu Minghua first arrived, and there was no special sedan chair, Zhu said that he was going to arrange it for her, but Xie Shuyan invited her to go with him, so that it could not only show closeness and bring the relationship between the two closer, but also show that the Xie family did not treat her as an outsider.

"The university Yuan Niang taught by the master yesterday went back and memorized it?"

Xie Shuyan and Fu Minghua sat side by side, with a smile on their faces.

"After greeting the elders, I went back and copied it twice." Fu Minghua glanced at her and replied.

The Xie family has strict rules, Mrs. Zhao Guotai is not young, but she has to wait for the juniors to come to ask for peace every day, and the girls of the Xie family have to go after school.

Hearing her say this, Xie Shuyan smiled and said, "I also copied it a few times before I can remember it." (To be continued.) )