Speaking of this, the Queen Mother's face showed a look of loss: "I just refused to take a step back and argued with the first emperor. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Since then, the husband and wife have had a lot of shares, and the Queen Mother is also angry, thinking that the first emperor maintained the Hu family, the old love is unforgettable, and she refuses to soften her attitude.

The first emperor became ill until he died half a year later, Emperor Jia'an ascended the throne, and Zheng became the queen mother.

"It's really too late to regret it then." She frowned, and when she talked about it, there were tears in her eyes: "It's just that the first emperor never blamed me, he still took my hand when he was dying, saying that he was waiting for me on Huangquan Road, and he went to open the way for me first, so that I wouldn't be lonely in the future." ”

When he was dying, he regretted being angry with his beloved wife, sincerely repented to her, and swore to her that he was not angry with her because of Hu's death.

Taizu thinks that it is just that after the old man, he has never had the slightest charm for others, but he is angry that the Zheng family does not trust him, and he beats the Hu family to death, which is too shameless for him.

"Sometimes husbands and wives need to be considerate of each other. Although it is good to be noisy and emotional," the Queen Mother held Fu Minghua's hand tightly, and pressed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: "But you must also grasp the degree." At first, I thought that he was partial to the Hu family, angry that I hurt his heart, liver and flesh, and refused to pay attention to him because of his anger. ”

"Yuan Niang, you have to write down my words firmly."

Fu Minghua was silent and did not speak, the Queen Mother took a deep breath, picked up this Huasheng, and said with tears in her eyes: "Which one do you say?" ”

As she spoke, she lost her interest a little, put her things away, sighed, and stopped talking.

Fu Minghua combed the hair for the Queen Mother, and someone from the palace came forward to take over, and the Queen Mother said:

"Yuan Niang came over and sat for a while, and the concubine was afraid that she was in a hurry."

asked people to send Fu Minghua out of the Zilan Palace.

Wen Xin stepped forward to wait for her, and couldn't help but ask, "You seem to like Princess Qin very much." ”

also made an exception to mention her.

The Queen Mother's expression was slightly stunned, and she remembered Fu Minghua's words before replying to herself.

She asked Fu Minghua what would happen if she knew what she was doing sometimes, Yan Chai would be angry.

Fu Minghua's answer was the same as what she did at the beginning, it may not be so flawless, but it unexpectedly suited her heart.

"And tell her that."

Wen Xin took the ring and put it on her hand in person, and the Queen Mother sighed:

"It's just that there's no one to talk to."

Although Emperor Jia'an is filial, she doesn't want to say some things to her son, not to mention that she is willing to say it, and Emperor Jia'an doesn't necessarily have the leisure time to listen.

As for Concubine Rong, Cui Guifei, etc., she didn't bother to say it.

Although her daughter is married in Luoyang, the eldest princess has long been bent on the Dingguo Mansion, but Fu Minghua is the best candidate to speak.

The first year was about to pass, Yao Shi returned to Luoyang, and Qiao Zining, who had been mentioned by Yan Chai, also came to Luoyang.

In the middle of the month, Emperor Jia'an appointed Jiang Yin, a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, to personally serve as the chief examiner to preside over this year's Spring Festival.

Soon after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the Zhongzheng nine-grade system will be abolished, and the imperial examination is very important.

This time, Rong Tuying didn't know what kind of recipe she used, and she got the errand of presiding over the spring festival into her hands, Fu Minghua entered the palace several times, and Cui Guifei was very angry when she mentioned this matter.

Concubine Rong is becoming more and more arrogant.

Yan Chai's weak crown ceremony was set on February 26, which was an auspicious day for the zodiac to be divided by Taichang Temple with the ritual of turtle divination.

Fu Hou Ye and Bai Shi decided to leave at the end of January, and sent a post to come over, and they were going to hold a banquet on the 23rd, and invited Fu Minghua to go back to Changle Hou's Mansion for a trip, which could be regarded as seeing them off.

Recently, Yan Chai has been very busy, and he has not yet solved the matter of weapons, and Rong Tuying's hand in the middle of the court is getting longer and longer, as if he has no time to pay attention to him for the time being, and there is no imperial history to mention this matter, with a strange and quiet feeling before the storm.

Fu Minghua personally asked people to prepare some soup on the 22nd and sent it to his academy, but he didn't see anyone when he came.

The waiter respectfully invited her into the room, but he didn't dare to report to Yan Chai to know.

Fu Minghua was also fine, so he waited for him in the room.

Since the last time she came here, Yan Chai asked people to clean up the place, and also put some four treasures of the study in it.

He himself doesn't usually come over, and there are no traces of pen and ink being used, and it's still new.

She sent someone to come forward and ask, and the person waiting in the room today was a palace person of about three, saying that the things in the room were prepared for her by Yan Chai, and she used it.

Fu Minghua studied the ink by himself, and when he looked out the window, he saw that a few apricot trees outside the window were already pulling their branches.

The courtyard of the Qin Wangfu is very particular about the construction, the overall layout is mainly to suppress the scene, take the meaning of wanting to promote the first to suppress, the outside is very subtle, the more you go inside, the more exquisite the scenery will be.

Outside the study, there is a lake that has been dug by hand, which is connected to the large lake in the courtyard.

Looking out of the window, you can see the mountains and rivers, as well as the pavilions and pavilions on the opposite side.

She moved her heart to think about painting, spread rice paper, and before she could paint half of it, Yan Chai hurried over.

"But how long have you waited?"

He pursed his lips, his expression a little angry.

Fu Minghua put the pen on the inkstone, shook his head, before he could speak, Yan Chai had already walked towards her, the closer he got to her, the more peaceful his eyes became, and when he came to her, even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"And said they didn't wait long."

He put his arm around her waist affectionately, and his eyes fell on the scene that had already been painted for most of the time, and she was afraid that she would have waited for more than half an hour to finish this.

Yan Chai's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he lowered his head and rubbed her hair with his chin before he said:

"But it bothered you to paint?"

"It's just a random drawing, how can it be called a bother?" Fu Minghua was about to put down the pen, but his hand came around from behind her, wrapped her in his arms, and held her hand holding the pen at the same time, and took her to dip some ink.

Hearing Fu Minghua's words, Yan Chai smiled and said, "You can't just paint a picture, there is just a calligraphy and painting decoration missing in this room." ”

Fu Minghua turned his head to look at him, and he lowered his head and sucked lightly on her cherry lips.

She didn't put on lip fat, but her lips were soft and delicate, and the taste was wonderful.

Fu Minghua's painting brush is gentle and meticulous, showing the softness of his daughter's family.

Yan Chai is different, his pen is like a swimming dragon, and his painting is urgent.

She had already drawn a fine scene, so he added a few strokes to make a mountain, and at the end he wrote another inscription, and then put the pen down.

brought an absent-minded person, but he didn't show any difficulty, and when he put down the pen, Fu Minghua came back to his senses.

Yan chased him and sat down behind him, took her into his arms again, and hooked her chin:

"What do you think?"

She was distracted for a moment, but she was still looked in his eyes, Fu Minghua looked at him, and couldn't help asking:

"Is Mr. Yao still waiting for you? Still have something to talk about? (To be continued.) )