Bai Shi pointed to a plate of oily elbow meat farthest away from him, motioned Fu Minghua to go and bring it for her, and said in his mouth: "You have to learn to read words and looks, if you wait for me to instruct, you are still needed to do it?" ”

Fu Minghua stood still and didn't move: "Grandmother is old, so it's better to eat less of such greasy things, otherwise she will be irritable and irritable, and I am afraid that there will be evil winds entering the body." ”

Bai was so angry that his chest hurt.

Shen and the others didn't dare to speak out. The closer Fu Minghua's wedding date, the more honest everyone in the house becomes, and the Shen family has not had the time to fight with Fu Minghua recently, and it has not been a few days since Fu Mingxia got married, and she is still sad about Fu Mingxia's marriage to Feng Wanying, crying so much that her eyes are swollen.

"The melons and fruits sent by the tenant village are good." Fu Minghua filled a bowl of bitter gourd soup and put it in front of Bai: "Grandmother taste it." ”

Bai covered his chest, only to feel that it was difficult to breathe, and he couldn't speak.

In her heart, big fish and big meat are the best. If you eat vegetables and other things, you will be like a lowly commoner.

She felt that Fu Minghua was deliberately spoiling her, and she didn't even eat dinner, so she asked her mother-in-law to help her down with a gloomy face.

When Bai left, the people who left a table full didn't dare to move their chopsticks anymore.

Fu Mingxia said: "You know a lot, you are angry with your grandmother, and now you are happy?" Fu Minghua looked at the direction Bai Shi left, pinched the handkerchief and pressed the corner of his forehead.

Fu Minghua didn't know if Bai was happy or not, but since then, Bai has borrowed illness again and no longer wants her to wait for dinner.

At this time, in the Three Princes' Mansion, Yan Chai felt that his blood was boiling and he couldn't calm down.

This has been going on for quite some time.

Since returning to Luoyang, as the wedding date is approaching, he has been in a very excited state.

Qi Shao saw him several times in the middle of the night but did not sleep, but hugged Fu Minghua in the courtyard where he would live after marriage, a heavy stone bench flew around the corner of the courtyard, and he refused to stop every time he sweated.

"......" Every time Qi Shao saw it, he always had a feeling that he was afraid that he knew too much and would be retaliated against by the third prince in the future.

He went to the courtyard again, and the furniture in the house was only brought into the Luoyang Prince's Mansion at the beginning of the year, all of which were sent by Jiang Zhou, in fact, there was nothing to look good in, but he had to come over several times almost every day.

Perhaps because Qi Shao was also there, Yan Chai did not move the stone bench and walked around, but motioned for Qi Shao to take a spear with him to fight.

There are no fancy ways of playing and moves, just venting, when the spear hits, Qi Shao holds the spear with both hands to block it.

With a loud bang, his arms went numb, and the weapon in his hand almost didn't clench, and he fell to the ground.

"Come again!"

Yan chased back the attack and picked it up at him again.

Qi Shao didn't dare to be careless, and was busy blocking his attack.

came and went, Yan chased and attacked, and he was defeated and retreated.

By the time Yan Chai had almost vented, Qi Shao was already panting like a cow, as if the time limit was approaching, he threw the spear in his hand on the ground, sweating profusely, and he himself could feel that the excessive body temperature evaporated the sweat on his body, emitting steaming heat.

He staggered to the ground, reaching out to wipe the sweat from his head.

Although he was tired, he was really hearty after the fight, he wiped his eyes again, and turned his head to see Yan Chai sitting on the stone bench, the thin silk clothes on his body were soaked with dense sweat and clinging to his body, and he was wiping the spear with a handkerchief.

Focused.

If it weren't for the sweat on his forehead and cheeks dripping down his face, converging on his cold and hard chin and falling drop by drop, Qi Shao would have thought that he was just strolling around just now, and he was similar to the fierceness of his previous moves.

The palace people who served were far away and didn't dare to come over, Yan Chai threw the handkerchief, picked up the gun and stood up, and the palace people behind him stepped forward, and before he took the towel to wipe his sweat, he himself had already reached out and grabbed it, wiped his face, and let the chamberlain take the cloak and put it on for him.

"Come again!"

When Qi Shao heard this, he only felt that his legs were so heavy that he couldn't stand up.

This situation lasted until July, Qi Shao couldn't help it, and thought that when he was in Shanzhou, it was already the most bitter time.

Every day, he followed Yao Shi by Yan's side, followed him out of Jiayu Pass, and was trapped in Datun City.

At that time, as long as there was the slightest problem with Ruoyan's plan, I was afraid that everyone would be buried in other countries, and it would be difficult for them to return to their hometown alive.

But he didn't expect that this time would be even more difficult than then, and he couldn't help asking:

"Why don't you go to the Changle Hou Mansion to take a look?"

Yan Chai just sneered. Why didn't he think about going to the Changle Marquis Mansion to take a look? It's just that as the wedding day is approaching, Fu Minghua is almost at home, and he may not be able to see Fu Minghua even if he squats in front of the Changle Marquis Mansion every day.

Not to mention that he doesn't have much spare time to squat now.

Since the beginning of May, after he returned to Luoyang, Emperor Jia'an made him the king of Qin, moved into the prince's palace, and served in the military department of the central government.

Even if he wants to see Fu Minghua again, Yan Chai also knows the truth of the future and will not be in a hurry to make any stubble at this time.

It's just that although he can't meet, he asked Cui Guifei to send a few essays to the grandmother who taught the rules on Fu Minghua's side, which is better than nothing.

Not only did he not calm down, Fu Minghua also faintly felt a little scared, Mama Jiang heard that she was going to turn over several times at night, but she didn't say it, Mama Jiang just had the heart to enlighten, and there was no way.

In the past few days, the blue people have ordered and ordered the things in the house, for fear that they would miss something.

Some of the rules of the Prince's Mansion have also been memorized.

Several people are waiting for Fu Minghua personally, and they will marry with Fu Minghua in the future, and the few people are also a little nervous.

During the day, Mama Jiang went out to check the dowry list in person, and came in, and saw Fu Minghua sitting in front of the couch in a daze, holding a book of poems in her hand.

is no matter how stable the personality is, in this matter, it still reveals the uneasy emotions of the girl before she gets married.

Mama Jiang slowed down and walked towards her, but she was unreliable, Fu Minghua came back to her senses, and did not turn her head, but fell back to the poetry collection and asked:

"Have you counted it?"

Mama Jiang hesitated, nodded, and reached out to hold Fu Minghua's hand on the book: "Lady, the slave has something to say to you." ”

Fu Minghua raised his eyes to look at her.

I don't know if it's because she just went out of the door, the July sun is very hot, her cheeks are red, and the beads of sweat on the wings of her nose are densely dripping row after row.

"Lady's ......" Mama Jiang looked embarrassed, thought about it and thought about it, but still reached out and pinched the poetry book she was holding in her hand.

Fu Minghua paused, let her take the poetry collection away, and after a while, she saw Mama Jiang take out a stack of wrapped pictures from her cuffs and stuff them into her hands. (To be continued.) )