As soon as Fu Minghua said this, Yan Chai's eyes were shockingly dark, and the heat in her eyes seemed to melt her, making her legs weak, all supported by his arm around her waist. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I asked people to bring water ......"

Fu Minghua was seen by him, his face was warm and heartbeat, and he was ashamed to speak.

Yan Chai nodded and said in a low voice, "You come to freshen up for me." ”

Fu Minghua didn't dare to look up at him, hesitated for a while, and answered softly.

There is a Begonia Pavilion in the Tibetan Ying Palace, there is a hot spring pool in the pavilion, the main hall of the Tibetan Ying Hall was built around this pool, so it is not far to walk past.

The waiting palace people stood outside, Yan Chai washed his face, and untied the crown before going down to the pool.

The pool is larger, surrounded by smoke in the pavilion, and the silk yarn of the embroidered landscape is hung all around.

Fu Minghua took off her dress, only wore a red belly, embroidered the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, stepped on the steps of the pool, Yan chased against the edge of the pool, and let her comb her blood-dyed hair.

Her hands were as white as gelatin as they interspersed in her jet-black hair, making her more and more snow-white, and the blood dripped down the ends of her hair, even between her fingers.

As if the white wall was dyed, Yan Chai suddenly frowned.

When he had blood on his hands, he didn't feel anything, and when he cleaned his hands in Emperor Jia'an's palace before, he was also very calm.

Strangely enough, she had some blood on her hands, and he felt very uncomfortable, so he reached out and grabbed her slippery hand, pulled it down, and put it into the water.

She was originally sitting on the top of the stairs, but Yan Chai's movement made her lean over, leaning on his chest, and the crisp chest was lit with spring water, and the bright red cloth took water, and the color became more dark.

The two mandarin ducks on her belly seemed to come to life, reflecting the spring water, and with her rapid breathing, they came alive.

"Saburo ......"

Her voice was soft, Yan chased the palm of her hand, grabbed her jade hand, and saw the little mark on the white and plump arm, thought about it again, or let go of her hand.

"Sit down."

When he said this, he sank into the water, and at the bottom of the water he scrubbed his long black hair, and when he came out of the water, the drops of water slipped down his forehead and cheeks.

Yan Chai changed his breath and didn't enter the water again, if he repeated it a few times, the blood on his hair would be almost clean.

He leaned back again, and saw Fu Minghua sideways take some pig qin that had been prepared long ago, add spices and make black paste, wipe it on his hand and rub it on his hair, the two of them didn't speak, Yan Chai squinted his eyes, the water on his face gathered on his chin, and then fell into the spring water with a 'tick', blurring and sparkling circles.

She didn't mention Sun Shiniang's matter, as if she knew it for a long time.

Yan Chai let her press her hair for herself, and pillowed her face on top of her jade legs.

"Yuan Niang."

He squinted, looked contented, and sighed.

She responded gently, and Yan Chai said:

"Today you promised Yan Ji to give him an eagle?"

Although the two met yesterday, they didn't have much time to talk, except for saying some when they turned around the garden, they went back to the Tibetan Ying Palace, Yan Chai fell asleep, and when he woke up, Yao Shi called him, not to mention that Fu Minghua got drunk later.

The time between husband and wife is too little, so he cherishes it especially and empties his head to talk to her.

Fu Minghua nodded, told him about today's events, and remembered the Liangzi who formed the alliance between Yan Ji and Yan Xin, and returned to the palace still shouting for revenge.

She couldn't help laughing, as soon as she stopped the movement in her hand, Yan Chai opened her eyes, she pressed her head for him again, seeing that he had relaxed his guard, her heart was soft, and she looked down at him and said:

"But the ninth brother said that you have promised to send him, so I don't have to send it again."

Yan Chai smiled and didn't speak.

"The ninth brother's leg was injured, twisted and swollen a little, and there were only skin injuries on his face...... "It didn't hurt the muscles and bones, but Yan Xin, who was older than him, was much more seriously injured, and in Cui Guifei's Furong Building, Fu Minghua heard that Yan Xin couldn't even open his eyes.

Yan Chai listened to her soft words, drunk in this gentle country, reluctant to interrupt what she said.

"At the latest, in one year, I will quell the Ling rebellion, except for the Khitan, I will return to Luoyang, and I can meet you from time to time." He touched Fu Minghua's flat lower abdomen, the abdomen covered the snow-white skin, his hand rested on her waist, and Fu Minghua was keenly aware of the meaning of his words:

"Is the emperor going to call you back to Luoyang?"

He is now serving as the pastor of Youzhou, and it stands to reason that he cannot return if he is not called.

But he is not a man without purpose, and since he said so, there must be a reason.

Fu Minghua thought of Emperor Jia'an's accession to the throne, when Emperor Jia'an was recalled to Luoyang by the first emperor, it was after he was crowned prince.

Yan Chai opened her eyes and turned her eyes to look at her, although she didn't speak, it was obvious that she had guessed correctly.

Fu Minghua's heartbeat was two beats faster for a while, although he knew that this was Yan Chai's goal, but it was still unexpectedly fast for Fu Minghua.

"It's just that the loyal prince has a gloomy temperament and is not easy to deal with."

Fu Minghua endured the feelings in his heart, and was a little worried about him.

The king of Zhongxin County is gloomy, old and treacherous, and today Yan Chai killed his second son in public, which is the second time.

Hitting people doesn't slap their faces, where is this slapping in the face, it is clearly to rip off the heart and liver of the loyal county king, where can the people of the Ling family endure it.

"I also took a few looks today, and there are a few people in the palace of the prince of Zhongxin County who are worth noting, and one of them is an old man who is over fifty years old......" She frowned, and Yan Chai hugged her thin waist, and kissed her belly through the belly as if comfortingly:

"Don't worry, that's Liu Changben, I'll find an opportunity to send him to accompany the old master."

He squinted, his eyebrows full of murderous intent.

can be noticed by him, obviously Liu Changben does have his own merits.

"San Lang, you have to be careful, it's easy to dodge with open guns, but it's hard to defend against hidden arrows."

She hugged his head and confessed earnestly:

"Be careful."

He has made too many enemies now, in addition to the loyal county king, there are also Rong Tuying and others eyeing him, and Emperor Jia'an has made great moves in recent years.

If Emperor Jia'an is a sharp knife that can kill, then he is the blade on that knife, which can easily kill people, but is also the most vulnerable to injury.

Yan Chai sighed, although he was glad that she could worry about himself so much, but seeing her frowning, he was also a little distressed.

"I know." He sat up, took Fu Minghua into his arms, and coaxed softly:

"Don't worry about me." Seeing that she was still eyebrows tightened, she couldn't help lowering her head and whispering:

"I still remember that in the garden yesterday, you promised me to ......"

She was so drunk last night that she had forgotten some things, and when she heard him mention the old things, after thinking about it for a while, she was so ashamed that her face was red, and she couldn't help glaring at him, Yan Chai smiled and hugged her tighter. (To be continued.) )