She looked at him with her chin propped up, and he seemed to be a little red at the base of his ears, apparently not completely unaware of her presence.

Fu Minghua watched him polish every scene and object in the painting, and suddenly remembered what he had said.

He said: I hope she can be like him in her heart. He said that he did not marry him because of external factors, and she should not treat him like anyone else.

Fu Minghua thought of Fu Qixian, Fu Qixian and Yan Chai naturally can't be compared.

He is not Fu Qixian, and she is not the Xie family of the year. She remembered Mama Jiang's worries, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly.

Yan Chai took the pen stained with cinnabar and lightly touched the painting to make the apricot trees on the painting seem to be alive. He put down the pen, the girl jumped on the paper, he picked up the paper and dried it, originally this painting was supposed to be given to Fu Minghua, he made up his mind at first.

But at this time, she was drawn for the first time, and Yan Chai didn't want to send it anymore. He wanted to bring the painting back to Luoyang and frame it so that he could look at it often in the future.

rolled up the painting and ordered Qi Shao to come and put it away, and the two walked side by side along the corridor.

Yan chased on the outside, blocking most of the wind and drizzle that blew in.

"I may not be able to stay in Jiangzhou for ten days this time."

Yan Chai lowered his head and looked at Fu Minghua.

Fu Minghua raised his face, his fingers moved, and finally he still clenched his fists and held back, revealing a disapproving look:

"I'm going to Shanzhou."

As soon as he said this, he saw Fu Minghua's eyebrows move: "Could it be that the emperor is worried, Tubo colludes with Hui Hui, or is it ......" She remembered that there was still a Jian clan in Xingyuan Mansion that was not stable.

Yan Chai's lips hooked.

Emperor Jia'an was indeed worried about the collusion between Tubo and Hui, and Tubo took advantage of the unstable foundation of the Tang Dynasty in the past two years to make frequent moves.

often invaded the land of the Tang Dynasty and coveted the mountains and rivers in Guannei.

When Taizu established the country that year, he divided the world into ten provinces, and the west of Longdi was the right road, and later divided the west of the Yellow River in the road into Hexi Road, governed seven states, and called Helong.

Helong is the main road, the Tang Dynasty is rich in silk, tea, utensils, etc., it is transported from Luoyang, through Helong and exported to overseas countries, this road also has the beautiful name of 'Silk Road'.

The Tang Dynasty opened up trade, and this Helong Road contributed a lot.

It's just that Tubo is tightly in the lead, and Taizu also knows the ambition of the wolf son of Tubo, so he has set up heavy troops in Helong Road and Jiannan Road, and Jiannan Road has three stabbing histories in addition to Xingyuan Mansion, and there are 40,000 soldiers in each place.

The two roads of Helong have a total of 1670,000 elite soldiers, which shows the importance of the Tang Dynasty's defense of the main roads of Helong.

Shanzhou is an important checkpoint on the main road of Helong, Yan Chai wants to go to Shanzhou, I am afraid that the imperial court got the news, either there are fluctuations in Tubo, or the Xingyuan Mansion Junji Marquis is restless, so that he will go at such a juncture, I am afraid that he wants to borrow his great-grandmother, Zhao Guotai's wife Cui's seventieth birthday as a trick.

On the one hand, Yan followed him to Jiangzhou with great fanfare, and on the other hand, he couldn't wait for Cui's birthday, so he left in a hurry, afraid that he would also kill Shanzhou by surprise.

After Fu Minghua said this, he lowered his head and smiled.

She sat under the porch for a while, her hair oiled but already dry, and a few strands of hair scattered beside her plump and tender forehead, exuding a faint fragrance with a slight temptation.

Yan Chai could see it, Leng might as well reach out and hook her fine hair, with a gentle expression: "Yuan Niang, when I come back, I will tie your head." ”

In other words, he may not be able to return in a month or two this time, and it is even possible that he will come back next year before the two get married.

"I mean after marriage." He added with a smile, no matter how calm Fu Minghua was, he would inevitably be a little shy when it came to getting married: "I'll talk about it then." ”

Then she can't say anything more.

He can afford to lift a sword, he can hold a heavy bow with three stones, and naturally he can hold the grate, so that he can comb her hair and draw eyebrows for her in the future.

"I'll let Qi Shao arrange the matter in Luoyang." He meant something, and Fu Minghua remembered the Zhongxin County Palace.

Yan Chai obviously meant the same thing, and slowly stepped forward.

Fu Minghua paused, looking at his tall and aggressive figure, he didn't do it intentionally, but it was like an unsheathed sword, unable to hide the sharp edge on his body.

Although the pace is slow, it brings an indomitable momentum.

How could a person like Yan Xin be such an opponent?

The two of them turned around, and they really finished the covered bridge behind Yan chasing this courtyard, it was raining outside, the ground was slippery, and the scenery was naturally lackluster.

He inevitably thinks that this road is too short, and some of the anger stations are too narrow, otherwise if she is in the palace, she will not be able to finish the palace if she takes her for a day.

It's a pity that the time to get married at this time is too long.

He watched Mama Jiang come to pick up people, and when he left, he pretended not to understand Fu Minghua's eyes, and left the picture drawn for her.

In the evening, Fu Minghua had just had dinner, and the people at the post station brought some seasonal melons and fruits, saying that they were sent by the adults of Henan Mansion and invited her to taste them.

Mama Jiang hurriedly rewarded the purse, and ordered her subordinates to wash some melons and fruits and cut them.

"I'm afraid that the people in this place are not familiar with the land, and I am worried that the lady will not have a good appetite and will not be used to eating, but His Royal Highness is careful and thoughtful, and the arrangements are appropriate."

Fu Minghua also led Yan to chase this love, pinched the handkerchief and pressed the corners of his lips, and said:

"I remember that when I went out this time, Mama should have brought a bottle of wood hibiscus cream."

When Mama Jiang heard this, she was a little anxious: "But the lady stumbled and was injured?" ”

When waiting for Fu Minghua to wash up yesterday, he didn't find any injuries.

However, thinking of the incident the evening before yesterday, Mama Jiang was worried that she bumped into it while she was hiding, and she didn't show it last night.

Fu Minghua has delicate skin, and there are unbearable pain when he is injured at all.

Namu hibiscus paste is a inheritance from the Xie family, made with wood hibiscus leaves and tulip, etc., which has a miraculous effect on bruises.

Seeing that she was in a hurry, Fu Minghua shook his head with a smile and comforted her: "Don't worry, Mama. It's just that I seemed to have a lot of inconvenience when I saw the third prince jump out of the carriage that day, maybe I sprained my foot. ”

Today, when he gave her melons and fruits, she gave him a bottle of wound medicine.

Hearing Fu Minghua's words, Mama Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and was a little happy:

"Lady is right to do this. That's exactly what you should! She was happy in her heart and wanted to send the medicine in person, but Fu Minghua didn't stop her.

It's just that Yan Chai took the bottle handed by Qi Shao, and heard Qi Shao say that Mama Jiang brought words, Fu Minghua was concerned about his 'injury', he thought about it for a long time, his face was slightly distorted, and he became a little hideous.

Holding the bottle in his hand, he wanted to throw it away but was reluctant to do so, and finally looked uncertain and stuffed the bottle into his cuff.

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Second Update......

Can't the old drivers bring your passion for voting? (To be continued.) )