After returning to the Tibetan Ying Hall and changing her dress, remembering what Cui Guifei had told before, the two went to Furong Building, Fu Minghua remembered that Cui Guifei had thoughtfully left time before, so that she could talk to Yan Chai, so she also found an excuse to stay outside Furong Building to enjoy the flowers, and gave the opportunity to talk alone to the mother and son. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cui Guifei's love for her son is no less than Fu Minghua's nostalgia for Yan Chai.

She had only been sitting for two quarters of an hour, and Yang Fuzhen personally invited her, saying that she had asked her to go in and help Cui Guifei pick up the pearls.

Cui Guifei seemed to be in a good mood, and after talking to Yan Chai, she obviously calmed her restless heart, and her whole person seemed to be relieved, and when she saw Fu Minghua coming in, she also waved to her:

"Yuan Niang, come on, good boy, you will see what you like later, and choose some too." Her gaze was soft, obviously pleased that the two of them had come so early.

Yan Chai sat aside and drank tea, watching their affectionate appearance, smiling and not speaking.

"I'll tell you the truth, Mother has some good things at the bottom of the box, you can choose a few more." Cui Guifei's eyes are soft, and the more she gets along with Fu Minghua, the more she likes Fu Minghua.

This is the benefit of her daughter-in-law's intelligence, Cui Guifei gave her a peach, and she reciprocated it, so that the two naturally got along more and more harmoniously.

Thinking of the Dou clan who was standing beside Concubine Rong before, standing with his shoulders down and a respectful face, fell into Concubine Rong's hands, how could the Dou clan get a good one?

Concubine Rong took her properly, although the style was put out, but it was inevitably less close.

Thinking of this, Cui Guifei couldn't help but feel happy again, and as soon as the words came out, Fu Minghua smiled according to her meaning:

"The mother concubine came out with a jewelry box today, but she was worried that I couldn't wear it on my head, so it was better to ask the prince to also dress up some for me, so as to fill my private room."

Cui Guifei was holding tea to drink, hearing this, she almost squirted out of a mouthful of water, laughing out of breath, Fu Minghua was busy smoothing her chest, she laughed so hard that she coughed, and only after a while did she put the teacup and dip her eyes with a handkerchief:

"Naughty monkey, take that box with you."

Seeing Yan Chai laughing and laughing again, remembering his son's usual appearance, he couldn't help but laugh again.

Yan Chai's eyes were red, Cui Guifei naturally couldn't bear to sit for her son for a long time, and there was a banquet from Emperor Jia'an in the evening, and there was still some time before this time, so she urged the two of them to go back.

After lying down for a while after noon, he was originally full of interest, but Fu Minghua asked him to sleep for a while.

He wrapped his arms around Fu Minghua's waist, fatigue surged up, and he didn't even wait for the handkerchief sent by Biyun, so he fell asleep on the couch.

"You ......" Yin Shu glanced at Fu Minghua, she made a silent gesture, Yan chased the light sleep, and the person was alert, and the slightest movement could startle him.

Therefore, she took the handkerchief from Biyun's hand, only wiped his face for him gently, and then maintained a sitting posture, letting him hold him and not dare to move.

But leaning on the table, it was inevitable that her legs would be numb and her waist would be sore after sitting for a long time, and Biyun found a soft pillow for her, and she felt much more comfortable after leaning on it.

Her eyebrows were soft, and the autumn sun hanging down from the window next to the couch fell softly on the two of them, Fu Minghua took the book, and for a while in the hall could only hear Yan Chai's slow and peaceful breathing, and the occasional 'rustle' sound of turning the book.

The breeze came slowly, blowing a few fine streams of water in front of her forehead, and that scene was difficult to capture with Gu Kaizhi's brush in the Jin Dynasty.

Fu Minghua glanced down at the sleeping Yan Chai, smiled and took a corner of the thin jacket for him, and then turned his head and fell on the book.

Somehow, Bilan remembered the scene in the palace today, when Yan Chai squatted down and picked up the hem of her skirt and touched Cang'er for her.

Biyun couldn't bear to break the silence of the room, and they all retreated lightly.

In the evening, Emperor Jia'an set up a banquet pavilion, because it was not so formal, so the accompanying civil and military ministers, palace concubines, and female dependents would participate.

The hour was approaching, and before Fu Minghua could call, Yan Chai woke up by himself.

She still maintained the position he had had before he fell asleep, and she hadn't moved.

His head was still resting on the side of her lap, his hands around her waist.

Yan Chai slept for nearly two hours, and she maintained the same posture and sat for so long.

He quietly stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on her thin waist. As soon as he moved, Fu Minghua woke up, put down the book in his hand, and looked down at him: "Awake?" ”

Yan Chai let out a soft 'um' sound, and with the other hand went to take the book she placed on the low table, and her voice was still low after a heavy sleep, like alcohol:

"What are you looking at?"

She is a good book, and she often can't put it down, and the books she reads are also all-inclusive, and she dabbles in everything.

Fu Minghua is holding "Three Kingdoms", and she has already read most of it, such a book, even some men are afraid that it will be difficult to read, but she is full of patience.

She happened to turn to the book of Wu. The biography of Lu Meng is written about Lu Meng's youth and ambition.

When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he secretly followed his brother-in-law Deng Dang to fight thieves, Deng Dang angrily sued his mother, and his mother scolded Lu Meng, but Lu Meng said: "It is difficult to live in poverty, and it is merit to get rid of mistakes, and wealth can be achieved." If you don't explore the tiger's den, you will get the tiger. And his mother mourned and gave up.

Yan Chai read two sentences softly, and her hand was still kneading on her waist and legs. His strength is urgent, but it is very pleasant, Fu Minghua softened his body and leaned on him, Yan Chai looked at her with a smile:

"In another file, there is also a record of the other side of Lu Meng."

"Lü Meng was born in the army, and although he was brave, he was impatient to read, so Sun Quan said to him: 'It is advisable to learn literature to be beneficial, but when you want to dabble in the past.'" Sun Quan persuaded Lu Mengduo to study, but he shirked it several times, and Sun Quan encouraged him with what the sage said, 'I don't eat all day long, I don't sleep all night to think, it's useless, it's better to learn' to encourage him, and said that in the original Jiang Biaozhi, 'Guangwu was a soldier and a horse, and he couldn't release the scroll. 'To make a metaphor, and make Lü Meng correct attitude, and then Sun Quan praised 'people grow and make progress, such as Lü Meng and Jiang Qin, and they can't reach it.' Rich and honorable, more able to break the festival and be studious, enjoy the book, light wealth and righteousness, do what you do, and be a countryman, not rest. ’

Fu Minghua stretched out her fingertips, her expression became softer, Yan Chai's erudition obviously added to his charm, and she exhaled like an orchid:

"Wei Shi Cao Pi "Classics. There was a cloud in "Self-Description": Shangya is a collection of poems and books, although he is in the army, he can't release the volume. When she said this, her soft and delicate body moved down gently, and Yan Chai also let go of her hand, she bent a pair of jade arms, and leaned softly on Yan Chai's chest, as if soft as boneless:

"According to the little woman's humble opinion, what San Lang reads is not much more than Cao Mengde in the past, what does San Lang think?"

Her eyes flowed, and Yan Chai's gaze deepened, hugging her tighter.

There was some surprise in her heart, and she laughed with herself. (To be continued.) )