"Why not? I like them all, I think Yuan Niang was originally mine, I was looking forward to getting married for a long time, and now I have my wish......"

He said such things with confidence, Fu Minghua bit his lip, reached out to cover his mouth, and let him lick and bite without moving. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan chased the palm of her hand and kissed her on the lips, she was startled, turned her head to hide, and said forgiveness in her mouth.

"No more! Say no more. At first, he was a little annoyed, but then he softened and begged him in a low voice.

"Will you say such things in the future?"

He bit Fu Minghua's palm, and the hot air he blew when he spoke seeped into her fingers, crispy and numb.

She shook her head again and again: "Don't dare to say it, don't say it." ”

"Am I okay?"

Yan Chai flashed her face in her direction again, her head tilted back, her waist against the stone railing, and her shoulders and backs leaned back, showing more and more the thrilling beautiful curves on her chest.

He admired it quietly, and deliberately approached further, only to feel the soft and plump touch squeezing his chest, and the force he sucked on Fu Minghua's palm gradually increased, and his breath was a little chaotic.

"Okay, hello lord."

Fu Mingzhu and the others were in the gazebo not far away, Fu Minghua dared to guarantee that they could see the scene here clearly, she was afraid that Yan would kiss her, so naturally what he said was what it was.

"Do you like me?"

He has to inch in, Fu Minghua might as well ask this, and instinctively said: "I like it, I like you, Lord Wang." ”

By the time she realized what she had said, Yan Chai had already taken a small step closer to her, and her lower body suppressed her so that she couldn't move, and then she pulled away the hand she was covering her lips with one hand, put one palm on the back of her head, and lowered her head to steal incense on her lips.

The tassels that fell from the back of her head swayed uncontrollably, and the back of her waist was caught by the stone fence, unable to break free.

The stone fence was swept by the sun, but it was not as hot as his body at this time.

In the gazebo in the distance, Fu Mingzhu and the others were dumbfounded, and their faces were red.

Yan Chai quickly pulled Fu Minghua to change direction, with his back to the pavilion, blocking Fu Minghua from the sight of several people.

After such an incident, the two of them didn't have much of the heart to visit the garden. The scenery in the palace is even better than this, and the Changle Marquis Mansion is really nothing to see.

He stretched out his hand to support his head and made an uncomfortable appearance: "Go back to the room to rest for a while, and then go back to the house." He had a faint halo on his face, and there was a hint of wine in his lips and teeth, which stained her slightly.

Fu Minghua and he supported each other to return to the courtyard, and Yan chased him into the courtyard as soon as he was in spirit.

This is the first time he has come back to Fu Minghua's boudoir.

I've wanted to come for a long time, but I've never been able to set foot here, and now I finally got my wish, and Yan Chai was a little excited.

There is nothing special about the courtyard, but he just sees it with relish.

His appearance made Fu Minghua also a little interested, and pointed to all parts of the courtyard to show him.

In the winter, where she cuts plum blossoms, as well as in the spring and summer, where she plays in the shade, and in autumn, if guests come to visit, she points out the place where she entertains the guests.

She had only been married for three days, and the courtyard seemed much more deserted.

The subordinates all stood respectfully, and the two walked along the verandah, Yan Chai had a sense of pleasure that he knew her more deeply, as if he knew more about her.

Every grass and tree, every brick and tile here carries her breath. Every step on the porch makes me feel very different from where I am.

The scenery in the courtyard is elegant, not complicated, with the same gentle feeling as her.

At the corner is a very wide verandah, where a set of tables and chairs are placed, and the high eaves of the roof fly out, blocking the sunlight from the verandah.

From here, you can see the flowers and plants planted below, and a few laurel trees have been drilled through the analysis of the wooden fence, and a few young shoots have come in.

"It's cool outside, why don't you sit for a while? I'll have someone bring you tea, and you sober up. ”

It's hot, but it's not west-facing, and the wind blows through the laurel trees, bringing coolness.

Yan Chai can be anywhere, as long as she is with her, she said so, and naturally nodded.

The two sat on the chairs, Lu Wu sent tea and pastries, Jiang Mama and the others retreated farther away, Fu Minghua sat on the stool, personally poured tea for him, watched the green tea pour into the delicate white porcelain bowl, and then served it to him.

"It's quiet here, I like to sit here for a while drinking tea and reading books on weekdays, and my grandmother knows my temperament, so I stand farther away." She was explaining the reason why Mama Jiang and the others couldn't stand far away and wait.

Yan Chai nodded, took a sip of the cup.

At noon, Marquis Fu set up a banquet, and the princes and courtiers came, he drank two glasses, although it was not so shallow that the amount of wine was dizzy, but it was also a little dry, at this time the tea sent by Fu Minghua just quenched his thirst in his mouth, so he drank it all in one gulp, and she filled another cup.

"At the beginning of last year, the prince sent a letter."

When she talked about this, Yan Chai naturally thought of a handwritten letter written back last year.

I'm afraid there is no second Fu Minghua in this world who can make him do this. At that time, he was in dire straits, and when he came to Shanzhou to face such a dangerous situation, he still missed her in his heart, so he wrote those letters with a pen, and then sent them back to her, just to spread his mind unreservedly in front of her, so that she could know, and at the same time to ease her heart.

"At that time, I reached a consensus with Ge Lulu in private, knowing that there would be turmoil in Luoyang in the future, and I was afraid that you would worry." He understated a few words, but there were countless dangers hidden inside.

Although Hui is now a minister, he is a foreigner after all.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts. At that time, he put his life on the line, but he considered whether she would be worried.

Fu Minghua paused, always feeling very complicated in his heart, a little sour, a little sweet, and a little overwhelmed.

He just spoke about his concerns so directly, without even the slightest intention to hide them.

"When I miss you, I write one, and before I know it, I have saved a lot." Speaking of this, the young and noble King of Qin was a little interested: "Are those letters still there?" ”

The flush on Fu Minghua's face spread out like vines, and he replied softly: "It's still there." ”

"All brought into the palace."

Yan looked at her like this, and felt that her fingers were about to move again.

As the saying goes, children are long, and heroes are short.

That's a good thing. At this time, his eyes were full of Fu Minghua's somewhat shy but lovely appearance, what Shanzhou, what Xijing, all of them were left behind, and he didn't want to think about it anymore.

He was anxious to go back and read the letters with her, but he was reluctant to leave here just like that.

Yan Chai was a little annoyed: "It's too late to meet you." (To be continued.) )