Meng Xiaochun once praised Yan for chasing joy and anger since childhood, and her temperament was calm and calm. But at this time, he couldn't control the corners of his mouth from rising, and laughed alone for a while before he came up to talk to Fu Minghua again, but there was a little bit of indescribable emotion between the two.

This is the second time Fu Minghua has come to Yueyang Tower, but both times he came with Yan Chai.

There were already other students here when he came back, but this time Yan Chai said hello in advance, and when he went up to Yueyang Tower again, there was no one else.

After the weather clears, I stood upstairs in the porch and looked out, which was slightly different from the last time I came.

Wang Song has already prepared the wine here, the waiters are waiting in the building, and the two are standing outside the corridor out of the building, and the subordinates dare not come up if they are not summoned.

Fu Minghua entered the building, and the cloak was taken off by Mama Jiang, as soon as she came out at this time, the wind blew and made her feel excited, not that it was cold, but it was more energetic again.

"When I came back, Xu Zisheng and a few people recognized the identity of His Royal Highness, I am afraid that they wanted to come to Jiangzhou Mansion to see you."

But Yan Chai is afraid that he will not have the opportunity to meet these people.

Fu Minghua stood outside Yueyang Tower, her skirt couldn't stop dancing in the wind, and the skirt made a 'whirring' sound between the swings.

Yan Chai didn't love her, she still remembered Xu Zisheng's name, looked at the table with lowered eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned:

"Yuan Niang is quite confident in him, I don't think so."

After he said this, seeing Fu Minghua's noncommittal look at his words, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened: "Yuan Niang doesn't believe it? ”

Fu Minghua really didn't believe it.

And she could see that Yan Chai also looked at this Xu Zisheng differently, he valued his talent very much, and intended to use him, otherwise when he saw Xu Zisheng and the others on the Yueyang Tower that day, he would not have said so much to Xu Zisheng and the others.

I'm afraid that if he denies it at this time, it is very likely that he wants to suppress Xu Zisheng, for fear that he will be arrogant and arrogant, and he will not be able to live forever in the future.

She was silent, but her attitude was obvious.

Yan looked at her like this, and did not get angry because she didn't believe in herself, but smiled:

"That's all I see." His expression was faint, and his fingers stroked the embroidered moire on the placket: "He also said that we were affectionate and affectionate, but Yuan Niang forgot?" ”

He said it for a long time and waited here.

What Fu Minghua was thinking about deliberately suppressing Xu Zisheng and sharpening him, hearing his words at this time, his face was on fire.

She didn't start, forced a disapproving look, and held the railing with her hands:

"That's fake!"

"Sooner or later, it will be true." After Yan Chai said this, he saw that her red glow spread up her neck, and the clothes below her neck were tightly covered, and she couldn't see it clearly.

But the undulating breasts do not affect her graceful posture even if she wears a bearded dress, but adds a bit of girlish charm.

The family raised their daughters, and whether it was from their temperament, they really threw off the daughters of other new magnates by more than a few steps.

When he first met Fu Minghua, although she was not thin and thin, she was just Yuxue cute.

At this time, it is like a budding flower, which has not yet bloomed, but it is actually attractive.

Compared with other boudoir shows in Luoyang who are like weak willows in the wind, and so slender that they seem to be able to fall down when the wind blows, he prefers this kind of fat and thin girl.

Although he likes her not only for this appetite, but she is graceful, and the two have already made a marriage contract, so naturally he has fewer scruples.

His gaze greedily moved over her body, and he saw her turn several times in a row, not only did it not stop his wolf-like gaze, but it made his eyes even hotter.

"It is said that Mr. Meng came to this Yueyang Tower and once mentioned a poem." Fu Minghua was seen by him that her legs were weak, his gaze was aggressive, and he saw that she held on to the railing, pressed her body tightly against the pillar, and the wind swept the skirt and pressed against her legs, outlining the rudiments of slender legs.

"What's so strange about that?"

Yan took a step forward, she wanted to step back, but below was a platform three or five feet high from the corridor, and she couldn't avoid it.

"There are not many people who have come here, and there are many literati and writers, if you like it, I can read several poems with you." Yan Chai smiled and approached her, sat on the railing to see that she had nowhere to hide, reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to herself.

"Your Highness......" Fu Minghua reached out and grabbed the pillar and wanted to struggle, but he was extremely powerful, and her struggling strength was like a child's thing in front of him, and she was not vulnerable at all.

She was almost pulled into his lap, and as soon as she touched her body, she bounced up like a fish bouncing on a chopping board.

"You can go upstairs to see it later, the scenery is even more beautiful." He didn't seem to notice Fu Minghua's expression, but instead pulled her to sit down, but this time it was naturally impossible to pull her to his body again, and everything had to be done step by step.

Fu Minghua was really helpless about his actions, but he knew the measure, which also made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Hearing him say this again, the action just now seemed to be an unintentional move, not like an intentional move, although he grabbed her hand and didn't let go, but it was never more out of line, and she turned a blind eye and let him go.

"Have you ever heard of Yang Xuanli?"

Yan Chai lowered his head and looked at her with a gentle expression.

He shook Fu Minghua's palm and played with it in the palm of his hand, he used to only say that the ice muscle and jade bones were made up by literati, but only then did he realize that what he said was true.

The skin of those fingers is soft and delicate, and I am afraid that if I exert a little force, I will break it. The palm of his finger seems to have a faint fragrance, and after being held by his hand and dyed with his temperature, the fragrance seems to be more attractive.

The peacock once said that the beauty is like a green onion root, if the mouth contains Zhu Dan, Qianqian does fine steps, and the subtlety is unparalleled.

He shook slightly, only to quickly return his gaze to her face.

"Have you ever heard of it?" I asked again.

"Of course I heard about it." Fu Minghua glanced at him.

Yang Xuanli was a person in the late Chen and early Tang dynasties, and some people once said that he was a descendant of the Yang clan, and his ancestor was the brother of Emperor Xiaolie, who seized the throne and was exiled to Xiling.

When it was passed on to Yang Xuanli's generation, it was already more than ten generations, and the bloodline was already thin.

Yang Xuanli is full of literary talent, deeply influenced by Huang Laozhuang, and has outstanding literary talents, but unfortunately his career is not smooth.

He once lived in Henan Mansion and confessed many times, but was slandered and rejected.

Taizu traveled west to hunt, and he took the opportunity to give, but because there was no one to help him, he was finally depressed.

After thirty, he was full of retribution and learned a skill, but because he had no way to report, the road to his career was mostly in the hands of the family gatekeeper, so he could not get ahead.

In the end, he extinguished this desire to serve the country, so as to travel the mountains and rivers, which is quite famous.

It's a pity that he didn't live past thirty-five and died.

It is also ironic to say that Yang Xuanli once took refuge in a collection of poems when he was alive, but after his death, he became famous.

The poetry collections and ink treasures he left behind are difficult to change, and Taizu once lamented that the servant had passed away.

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Recently, I feel like it's a special session for children......

Could it be because he wrapped too many red envelopes...... Can't help me?

Promise me, don't give me less than the same monthly pass as love, okay? (To be continued.) )