Especially when his son and his subordinates died to protect him, the king of Zhongxin County downplayed the death of the son, but deeply regretted the death of Jiang Tao, indicating that he would be buried for his glory, but he never mentioned the matter of the son at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Feng knew that her husband's move was to win people's hearts and make his subordinates more useful to him in the future.

It's just that her sons are dead, but he first thinks about how to do better for him, which naturally makes her resentful.

Especially her two sons are not able to live, in addition to having a wife, the king of Zhongxin County also has concubines, and he Ling can't break his roots.

Since the couple got married, although they are not very affectionate, they have never blushed, and their relationship is still harmonious.

She gave birth to two more sisters-in-law, and her background was extraordinary, and she sat very firmly in the position of princess of the county, even if she had slept with her husband and wife recently and was no longer in London, but none of this affected her status.

But now that the two sons have died one after another, in addition to the heartache of the Feng family in the house, it is also possible that this backyard will change.

The princess of the county cried and cursed the loyal prince of the county, and reached out to grab him again, making trouble all night.

The matter of the palace of Zhongxin County did not affect the mood of Emperor Jia'an's hunting, except for the first day of entering the garden and encountering a wild boar, the emperor harvested a lot in the next few days.

On the ninth day of November, everyone was ready to set off for Luoyang.

Yan Chai has been galloping on the hunting garden recently, and he is agile and has achieved a lot of results every day.

I hunted several skins for Fu Minghua, saying that I would go back and ask someone to sew a piece for her.

Yan Ji failed to go to the hunting garden because of a foot injury, and whenever he saw Yan chasing the results, he was jealous, envious and a little admired, and became more and more resentful of Yan Xin, who couldn't go to the hunting ground.

When I traveled all the way back to Luoyang, it was already mid-November.

The weather in Luoyang turned cold, and Fu Minghua returned to Fuzhong, only to feel that the whole person was relaxed.

When she went out, it was not as comfortable as in the house, so she washed up well first, and then lay down for a while, before listening to Mama Fu, who stayed at home, report to her what had happened in Luoyang for most of the month.

It's just some trivial things, and Fu Qixian in the Changle Marquis Mansion is also in peace, and there are no problems.

It's the Su family, the flesh and bone in her womb have no fate, and they are still lost.

"It's a pity, I heard that it's a formed boy."

Mama Fu sighed, as if she remembered something, and patted her forehead:

"Look at the memory of the slave maid, Mama Jiang has a letter from Jiangzhou."

As she spoke, she turned around to get the letter and handed it to Fu Minghua.

Fu Minghua didn't have time to inquire about Su's miscarriage, so he took the letter and opened it to read it.

Mama Jiang said in the letter that the weather has been getting cooler recently, and asked the princess if she had added clothes.

Just after reading this first sentence, Fu Minghua covered the letter paper on his chest, his eyes were slightly moist, and he couldn't speak.

She had a good life in Jiangzhou, her son and daughter-in-law were still filial, and her husband felt that in the first ten years, the family relied on Mama Jiang for the sake of Mama Jiang, and he was very guilty and considerate to her, and she was obedient to her heart everywhere, she was much better, and she could already eat two or three bowls of rice at a meal.

I usually can help the family do some hard work, and I go out for a walk in my spare time, and I also meet a few old sisters.

'Everything is good, except that I want to be a princess. ’

Fu Minghua read this sentence back and forth a few times, and before he could release the letter, there was a voice from the next person asking Yan for peace outside, he strode in, went sideways to take the handkerchief and wiped his hands, turned his head and asked with a smile:

"What are you looking at?"

"Mama Jiang has sent a letter."

Fu Minghua raised the letter in his hand and said to him happily.

Yan sat down, and she snuggled into his arms, handed him the letter, and read it with him.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around her waist, while taking off his shoes and getting on the kang, seeing that she found a comfortable position and crooked in his arms, he simply read the letter to her, she closed her eyes and did not speak, he read a few words, and then lowered his head and kissed her pink and tender lips: "I read it so dryly." ”

Fu Minghua glared at him shyly, but he didn't care, and from time to time he always tried to find ways to take advantage of him.

After the belief was over, Fu Minghua said: "I also want to write a letter to Mama." ”

When the people heard this, they hurriedly went to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Fu Minghua saw that Yan was sitting still and didn't move, so he smiled and suggested:

"San Lang might as well read the book and wait for me for a while?"

In fact, he has just returned to Luoyang, and there must be many important things that he needs to deal with.

But at this time, Yan Chai didn't want to do anything, so he lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, vaguely:

"I'll be with you." He had already pushed away his official duties, handed them all over to Yao Shi for the time being, and had half an afternoon to spare.

He said that he wanted to accompany him, and he looked like he was holding and refusing to let go, Fu Minghua only hesitated slightly, and asked Biyun and a few people to spread the pen and ink on the low table of the warm kang.

Writing on the kang, it was not convenient for Biyun and a few people to come over to grind the ink, Fu Minghua was taking the ink to grind it into the inkstone, Yan Chai had already held her hand, and her arm was forced, driving her hand to grind.

She turned her head to look at Yan Chai, and for some reason, she remembered the past a few years ago, when he was in Henan Mansion, he also shook her hand and studied ink like this.

Yan looked at her eyes, obviously remembering the past at that time, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

"Ink grinding is also exquisite."

Yan Chai's eyes were burning, looking at her, and seeing that her cheeks were gradually flushed, her appearance was very delicious: "My first enlightenment teacher, does Yuan Niang know who it is?" ”

He said exactly what he said back then.

Fu Minghua can't remember clearly, but he probably said something, but he knows it in his heart.

"I was enlightened by Meng Xiaochun, and his old man once said that it is better to grind ink less than more, light and slow."

His voice rang above her head to the upper left, and the breath that blew as he spoke made the top of her head itch.

But at this time, Fu Minghua's heart was slightly sour and sweet, she remembered that at the spring equinox in February, the Henan Mansion Post Station after the rain, there was an eager-eyed young man behind the courtyard who watched her walk step by step from the courtyard.

At that time, Yan Chai's gaze was only a little shy and resistant to her, she was gentle and introverted, and she was afraid of being like him, and even when she looked at her gaze, she seemed to be aggressive.

He almost flattered her by laying out the mattress on the chair and inviting her to sit down, and Yan Chai was eager to be a little wary of her at that time.

was recalling the past, but he grabbed the jade hand held in his palm tighter:

"When I let you go, I thought to myself, I won't let you go in the future."

He had a lot of strength, and it hurt a little to hold Fu Minghua's palm, but he was stunned when he heard this, and turned his head to look at him.

"I watched you go back at that moment, and when you left, I looked at the painting." But he sat in the garden for a long time, thinking about what she had said to him, thinking about the fragrance of her, sitting on the chair she had sat on, and touching the ink strips she had touched. (To be continued.) )