Han touched his daughter's head and smiled softly:

"Naturally not, it's just that now your seventh uncle has something important to do, and the Xue family has to win it over. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info even if he doesn't win him over, he must also stand by and lose the post of the general of the left leading army! When Han Shi said later, his voice became quieter, and then he instructed his daughter: "Don't be willful and mislead your seventh uncle's big business, otherwise I will not be able to protect you in the future." After speaking, Han remembered that his tone of voice before was too hard, and coaxed Qi Niang again:

"Don't worry, after the matter is completed, your seventh uncle will not forget your credit, and in the future, the next generation of the Yan family will have the bloodline of the Rong family."

This is also what Concubine Rong promised to the Rong family.

When Rong Qi Niangzi heard this, she didn't seem to understand, but she still nodded: "I know." ”

Yan Chai decided to return to Youzhou on the seventh day of February, but the night before he made a route map for the march that might be used when he faced the king of Zhongxin County in the future, until the second watch, Xu Zisheng and others dispersed one after another, but the lights in the study were not extinguished, Yan Chai still worked hard to write, preparing a letter for his wife.

Yao Shi walked at the end, his steps paused, and seeing that he looked serious, he couldn't help asking:

"You're not resting?"

The hour is not early, Yan Chai has to hurry again during the day, and the route map of the march has been drawn before, but at this time, Yan Chai raised the pen as if he was drawing something.

Yao Shi turned his head and saw that on the spread of rice paper, Yan Chai had drawn a pen with a stroke, and he took the pen and dipped it in some cinnabar.

"A little later."

Yan didn't raise his head after chasing, and answered.

Although he doesn't often paint, he can still see that his skills are not bad, and he studied under Meng Xiaochun, and his vision and pen power are extraordinary. Yao Shi saw that what he wanted to paint was a begonia forest, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"When the princess went to the Begonia Garden a few days ago, I wanted to draw a picture to send her."

Yao Shi stood at the door, Yan Chai raised his arm, dipped some ink, and opened his mouth lightly.

He didn't spend much time with Fu Minghua, and now he had to travel far away, leaving her alone in the house. Although she rarely complained, and she never complained to him about it, she remembered the scene when she faintly mentioned 'hating February' in the Begonia Garden that day, but Yan Chai felt sorry in her heart.

Lately, in his spare time, he had found time to write some letters and draw some handscrolls, so that she could double them in her leisure time and remember him better.

Yao Shi was a little surprised that he would hear such warm and silent words from Yan Chai's mouth.

He has always been calm, especially in recent years, and his emotions are not exposed, but he is introverted and deep.

Compared with when Yao Shicai entered Luoyang and followed him, today's Yan Chai is undoubtedly more mature and the city is very deep. He has a stern temperament and is unpredictable.

When he was young, although he did a few stupid things for the sake of Mrs. Fu, Yao Shi also heard some from Qi Shao's mouth.

But Yao Shi also thought that the mood of those young Mu Ai would gradually disappear as he grew up, and the impulse at that time would gradually fade away, until he became the crown prince in the future, and the king of the world in the future.

But Yao Shi didn't expect that he would still stick to his heart, and he was no different from the third prince who flattered Mrs. Fu when he was unmarried.

He was about to travel far away, but what he wanted was to draw a picture for his wife, so thoughtful and meticulous.

"Your Highness......" Yao Shi sighed, remembering Fu Minghua's gentle and calm smile, and turned back to look at Yan Chai.

He called 'Your Highness' instead of the prince, but Yan Chai was so focused that he didn't notice his low sigh.

The prototype of a beautiful woman lying under the begonia tree on the painting paper has been sketched by him, Yan Chai took a sip of tea, raised his head, and glanced at Yao Shi:

"Why are you still here?"

Yao Shi smiled, his expression was so focused that he forgot that he had not left.

Thinking about it and feeling interesting in my heart, I arched my hand:

"Rest sooner."

Yan Chai waved his hand, and Yao Shi came out the door.

The wind was strong in the night, and his beard could not stop shaking, and tonight the wind was clear and the moon was clear, and the night was excellent, and his robe was blown by the night wind, and the waiter asked him:

"Master, do you want to go back to the house to rest?"

Yao Shi is in a very happy mood, Yan Chai is becoming more mature and stronger, but in a certain aspect, he is no different from him back then, how can this situation be so interesting?

The waiter asked again, and he waved his hand:

"Rest for what? Tonight the stars are bright and the moon is bright, don't let down this god-given beauty, find Zisheng to drink! ”

He laughed and chased after Xu Zisheng, the waiter was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly twice before following.

Yan Chai finished painting a picture of "Begonia Spring Sleep", and when he returned to the room, Fu Minghua slept soundly.

It was Bilan who was on duty at night, and he was about to speak when he put on his clothes, but he made a gesture of silence, and Bilan asked in a low voice:

"Niangniang ordered before going to bed, let the kitchen warm the meal, and prepare hot water......"

He waved his hand: "You don't need to eat, just get some hot water." ”

Bilan answered, went out lightly, Yan chased and bathed, wiped her hair indiscriminately, and then sat on the bed.

There was a dim light outside the screen, and some light came in through the carved jade screen, but in the bed of the three entrances, the layers of gauze hung down, blocking most of the light.

Fu Minghua slept in the bed, well-behaved.

She has always been like this, several times Yan chased back in the middle of the night, if she fell asleep, she must sleep neatly, it can be seen that since she was sensible, she has suffered a lot in this rule, otherwise she will not instinctively fall asleep and can restrain herself.

Yan Chai came over like this, but when she saw her like this, she was still distressed.

As soon as he sat on the bed, Fu Minghua stretched out his hand and touched him, his heart was soft, and he hugged the soft and boneless delicate body in his arms, and with a little force, he wrapped the person between his arms, kissed and kissed, and he couldn't finish his love.

She was so disturbed that she obediently tilted her face to accept his soft kiss like spring rain, and he gritted his teeth even more, and he couldn't wait to rub her into his body, and follow him all the time.

Fu Minghua was woken up by the cold in the morning, she was covered with silk, but she still felt cold on her body, and she couldn't help but shrink her toes.

I can hear the sound of the glazed tiles overhead being rustled by the rain, as if spring is encroaching on mulberry.

When she was young, she listened to her female master teach her about it. The female master was also born in the Shuchuan Shili family, but unfortunately the family fell into the middle of the road, and it declined during his grandfather's time.

Later, he went to Jiangzhou with his mother to his aunt, and then became a slave in the Xie family, and then because he had some knowledge and knew poetry and etiquette, he was sent to Luoyang to wait for Fu Minghua.

The female master was born in Sichuan and Shu, when there were many people feeding snow moths in her hometown, she came to Luoyang, and also raised two silkworms, Fu Minghua had seen it when she was young, she was huge and white and fat, and when she nibbled on mulberry leaves, she made a 'rustling' sound, which was somewhat similar to the sound at this time. (To be continued.) )