"Orange is born in Huainan is orange, born in Huaibei is orange, the leaves are similar, but the taste is different. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Yan Chai held her tighter, and the smile in her eyes almost drowning people in it.

He has been studying since he was a child, and he also understands this truth.

It's just that at that time, he admired Shaoai and wanted to please Fu Minghua wholeheartedly and make her happy.

In the first year of marriage, I learned that her self-snacks and other things were from Jiangzhou, and the grandmother who raised her was also an old person in Jiangzhou.

The fact that the wood incense was moved from the south of the Yangtze River and planted in the palace of the King of Qin is not unusual.

Yan Chai naturally knew that Muxiang bloomed in the south of the Yangtze River, and it might not bloom in a climate like Luoyang, but he loved her very much at that time, and always wanted to pile all the best in front of her.

The transplanted woody fragrance did not bloom, so he later asked people to transplant a second piece...... The third piece ......

Unfortunately, it was not until later that the woody fragrance did not bloom.

Of course, Fu Minghua knew what he was thinking, so although the wood fragrance had not bloomed in his heart, Yan Chai's attempt to please her at that time also made her heart sweet, whenever she saw the plants and trees in the garden that suited her heart, it made her feel more comfortable than seeing the wood fragrance really bloom.

Biyun came forward and took a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and she said:

"Old trees are strong and can shelter their roots and branches better than seedlings."

If the Cui family is compared to an old tree, the Cui family of Qinghe is now like a towering tree with lush branches and leaves, shading the children and grandchildren below for its reproduction and development, and it will continue from generation to generation.

"But the roots of the tree are deep, the roots are very stable, and the development is good, what if you want to transplant it?"

and they will cut off their roots and their branches.

When the time comes, there will be no need to cut down the tree, and it will no longer be able to survive.

If Yan Chai wants to start with the Cui family, and he doesn't want to make a big deal easily, he has to think carefully.

If you want to split the four surnames, start with the Cui family.

And Cui's, Fu Minghua pursed the corners of his mouth:

"You can start with the long house."

As she said, peeling off the cocoon layer by layer, splitting the Cui family, starting from within the Cui family, weakening layer by layer, step by step, one day, the dignified Qinghe Cui family will become one of the ordinary clans.

What's more, even if she fails to stay in Da Zhu's family this time, if she wants to return to Qinghe, she will have to pay some benefits.

This matter is always beneficial and harmless to Yan Chai.

The corners of Yan Chai's mouth raised slightly, and nodded, she seemed to have penetrated into his heart and understood what he felt.

After finishing the business, Fu Minghua pursed his lips and smiled:

"Can San Lang see the three little ladies of the Cui family?"

When Biyun heard this, an anxious look appeared on his face, but he didn't dare to speak out in front of Fu Minghua's words.

She was afraid that Fu Minghua would be generous and would leave the three little ladies of the Cui family, Yan Chai had just ascended the throne, and only Fu Minghua was the only one in the palace, and she had an heir, and her position was stable.

But Biyun was worried that she would regain her reputation and make herself suffer grievances.

Fu Minghua glanced up at her, comforted her with his eyes, and then looked at Yan and said:

"I remember that the grandson of the old minister Du of the Yixing Palace, and the son of the prince of the Zhuang Jian Mansion are also not much different in age from the little ladies of the Cui family."

Yan Chai couldn't help but smile and beckoned her to come closer:

"You see, it's up to you."

He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, the time to come over was about the same, Yan Chai still had his own things to do, Fu Minghua sat for a while, and he couldn't snub Cui and Xie Ershi for too long, so Yan Chai was ready to leave.

As soon as he left, Biyun hurriedly said:

"How can Niangniang ask the emperor such a question?"

Fu Minghua saw the urgency on Biyun's face at that time, and saw that she couldn't bear it at this time, so he couldn't help but smile:

"What's the hurry?"

The balsam on her hands will be wiped over, and a pair of jade hands appear soft and delicate, luster like fine pearls, and the fragrance is faint.

Fu Minghua stood up and lifted the neckline:

"I know what I know." After saying this, she turned her head to look at Biyun and said lightly:

"The emperor once allowed me to love only me, and since he has made a promise, he will naturally not deny it."

What kind of person Yan chases, no one knows better than her.

He was ambitious, arrogant, and disdained to be held hostage.

If he could compromise for others, he would have married Wei Minzhu instead of her.

On that day, he was high, as a prince, he was just the eldest daughter of the Hou Mansion whose 'mother' died early, if he wanted to, even if she didn't want to, her thin arms couldn't twist her thick thighs.

But he didn't.

He resisted the pressure of the Zhuguo Mansion at that time, and wholeheartedly wanted to marry himself as his wife, and afterwards he deliberately took Youzhou, instead of borrowing the hand of the Zhuguo Mansion, such a man, he knew what he wanted in his heart, and he would not be coerced by others to accept women.

Yan Chai grew up in the palace, and there were no palace maids who served him in the house before he got married, which shows that his self-control is excellent.

When he was young, he didn't hug left and right, and for a person of his temperament, it is unlikely that his temperament will change drastically now.

Of course, Fu Minghua also has his own methods to make him wholeheartedly devoted to himself.

He loves power and has ambitions, and wants to destroy the four surnames, so he puts all his mind on destroying the world, governing the country, and looking at himself.

"What's more, I'm not a wise and open-minded person, who does the emperor want to look at," she pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes dyed with a beautiful luster: "That's not possible." ”

Her voice was low, but her tone was firm.

Fu Minghua knew what she wanted in her heart, and she had never worried about Biyun and others, because she also had her own pride.

Biyun bit her lip and nodded:

"But, what if someone else looks at the emperor?"

"It's mediocre not to be envied." Fu Minghua stroked his hair, "If others don't look at the emperor, how can it mean that my husband is excellent?" ”

Biyun was silent.

In the main hall of the Guanfeng Palace, Da Zhu's face was already very ugly.

She didn't expect that Cui Guifei's bones were not cold, so Fu Minghua had such an idea.

She pursed her lips and swallowed the anger in her heart.

If Cui Guifei is still alive and her mother comes forward, can she still remember the Cui family who raised her, and the homeland of Qinghe where she grew up?

To this day, how dare Fu Minghua keep her in Luoyang, so that she is under the emperor's nose, and not let her go back?

The emperor has just ascended the throne, and Cui Guifei has only been there for a few days, Fu Minghua dares to do this, in the long run, won't everyone in the Cui family be humiliated by him?

Xiao Zhu glanced at her on the side, she smiled reluctantly, and exhaled several times in a row, and when Fu Minghua came out, Da Zhu's face softened a lot.

"It's been a long time."

Fu Minghua sat down with the help of Bilan and said with a smile. (To be continued.) )