The two actually met not too late, but he used to have his eyes above the top, and he didn't like to look at people with his eyes at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If he hadn't inadvertently spoken to Fu Minghua at that time, she said that little oil poem, I am afraid that he would never have noticed her for the rest of his life.

She is so quiet and well-behaved, I am afraid that if I don't notice her, I will only leave a shallow impression of her for the rest of my life, and I may miss it.

If he misses her, then maybe he will follow the established routine, marry Wei Minzhu, or someone as his wife, and ******** in the future, like Emperor Jia'an, kill Yuan and rule the world, and he will be ruthless and ruthless all his life.

But if his life is like this, and he is in power, what about Fu Minghua?

She will marry someone else, it may be the Lu traitor who once beat her idea, or it may be the weak He Yuanshen.

It's just that when he thinks about it like this, there is a killing intent in his heart that can't be contained.

Thankfully, he found her first and didn't miss her, but his desires were endless.

Since she was still ignorant when she was in the prime of her young cardamom years, and even now that she has got Fu Minghua, Yan Chai still feels a little regretful.

He missed her time before the two met, and he greedily wanted more.

"Yuan Niang, did you want to attract my attention when you read a small poem about oil?"

Yan asked as she shook her hand, with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

He remembered the 'poem' that was not a poem at the beginning, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Fu Minghua pursed his lips, he was still waiting for her to answer, with a look of anticipation.

She held back what she was about to say, and her pink lips moved, before she nodded and admitted in a low voice, "Yes." ”

Yan smiled when she chased the moment, her face was full of spring breeze, and she reached out to touch her lips:

"Good little lady, I like it."

Fu Minghua pinned his head away, and his neck was covered with redness.

Yan Chai was in a good mood, and pulled her into the house quickly.

The important things in the house were almost cleaned up, but some of the furnishings had not changed, Yan chased into the inner room, only saying that he wanted to rest for a while, and Mama Jiang and the others did not dare to come in after fetching water, so Fu Minghua only twisted the handkerchief to wipe his face for him.

He closed his eyes, and only when she got up to leave, did he take her hand and pull her into his arms.

The veil above her head shook slightly because of the movements of the two, and she didn't know if she had returned to the room she was familiar with, she covered her lips and yawned, and pillowed her head on Yan Chai's chest.

The hair was not removed, and she was not comfortable lying down, she lay down for a while, and was about to sit up, but was pulled back to its original position by Yan Chai.

Squinted their eyes in Changle Hou's Mansion for a while, the two set off to return home, and before leaving, Changle Hou's Mansion looked reluctant and kept it again and again.

When she returned to the house, Yan chased her all the way into the house, and when she entered the house, she dismantled her hairpin hair and combed it, and went to wash herself, and changed into light clothes before coming out.

Fu Minghua's long hair was draped behind him, and he wore a soft white silk skirt, covered with a snow-blue thin and transparent silk veil, the thin soft yarn could not hide the half-hidden delicate body inside, and the oblique mouth was extremely open, revealing the white embroidered pocket with twinked branches and double flowers inside.

A white ribbon is slanted around the slender neck from the chest and knotted at the back of the neck.

Yan Chai looked a little hot.

Mama Jiang had already been instructed, and took the wooden box where Fu Minghua stored the letters at that time and put it on the low table on the couch, and when Fu Minghua came out, Yan Chai had already unlocked the lock and took out a letter inside to open it.

At that time, there were many letters he sent here, Yan Chai was very satisfied, stretched out his hand to Fu Minghua, and as soon as she got on it, he hugged ******** full of arms.

"Read it and hear it."

He hugged Fu Minghua to the bed, the two of them squeezed together, the weather was so hot, there was an ice basin in the house, and the temperature could not drop much, but he was as happy as a glutton, called someone to send a fan in, shook it unhurriedly, and the breeze came slowly.

The letter read: Shanzhou has been raining heavily recently, and every step I take, I am deeply stuck in the mud.

She leaned into Yan Chai's arms, shrunk her feet, and whispered: "...... The Yellow River is gradually rising, and Anbei is crowded with people. Her voice was gentle, and she read it slowly, and Yan Chai remembered the scene when she led the troops to inspect the situation in Anbei that day.

At that time, it had been raining for several days, and the river flooded the fertile fields on both banks, and it was the autumn harvest season, and the frightened people fled to Anbei and other places, and the government opened warehouses to release grain, shelter and pacify.

Tubo has always been ambitious as a wolf, and the Turks are also eyeing the Datang Mountains and rivers, but fortunately, the rain is not large, the river does not rise high, and dikes have been built on both banks, and there are not many places affected.

Just in case, he often led his troops out on patrol, even if he was of noble birth, but to really fight for military feats, it was not just to hide in the shed and enjoy it.

When he went out, the muddy water splashed by the horses' hooves sometimes flew all over his body.

The robe soaked with the rain clung to him, and through the cold chain mail, it sank several times more, and his clothes had not dried during the day.

In such a situation, it is necessary to be vigilant.

He remembered the sensation and rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

The memories that were not wonderful were read out of her mouth at this time, but there was always a different feeling, and he listened quietly to her:

"If Yuan Niang sees me, she will definitely not recognize me."

Speaking of this, Fu Minghua paused.

"Why don't you read it?"

Yan Chai lowered her head sideways and pressed her face to her cheek, she was still a little unaccustomed to such intimacy, so she stretched her neck and wanted to hide.

It's just that the more he dodges, the more he encroaches, he buries his face in Fu Minghua's slender neck, and the hot air he spits out blows on her ears, and the crystal and lovely earlobes become hot.

Her hair was not pulled up, but hung down behind her, not completely dry, and the moisture soaked the thin clothes of both of them, and as soon as the two of them were close together, the curves of their bodies became more distinct.

"Lord, I can recognize you." She looked up to avoid it, but Yan Chai hugged her tighter, and the kiss slowly fell on the full forehead that was very close to him when she turned her head sideways.

"Really?"

Yan Chai deliberately teased her, and Fu Minghua nodded: "I can really recognize you." ”

He laughed softly, briskly, and with obvious pleasure.

"Even if you can recognize it, how can I be willing to let you go to Shanzhou?" His soft lips touched her forehead one by one, and when she heard this, she felt the tip of her heart tremble, and closed her eyes to accept his kiss, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Yan Chai raised her head and motioned for her to continue, her clenched palm loosened, only to find that the letter in her hand had been crumpled by her forcefully.

Reading these letters he had written at that time with Fu Minghua made Yan Chai feel more in his heart.

He reminisced about the feeling he had when he wrote the letter that day, and there was a kind of eagerness that he had asked for but did not get, but now he had the satisfaction of getting what he wanted. (To be continued.) )