"I like it! Huh? Yuzhuang, why is the color of this magnolia changing?"

Leng Yuhan discovered something surprising. There was a white magnolia flower that was gradually turning red.

"Haha, this is a type of magnolia. It is known as the 'Three Drunken Hibiscus'. This flower is white in the morning, turns pink at noon, and turns deep red in the evening. Seedlings are rare, and it is a rare and precious flower.

Taste."

Mo Yuzhuang said precious in her mouth, stretched out her hand, picked off a flower that had turned into pink, and pinned it on Leng Yuhan's hair, and said with a smile: "My hall master's smoke is more beautiful than flowers."

precious!"

"Huh? Haha! My makeup is more beautiful than flowers!"[

They looked at each other with a smile, Yunliu's eyebrows were full of affection, Yueyu's eyes were hiding shyness, and her thin lips evoked boundless peerless elegance, squeezing away all the sadness of separation, and they hugged tightly in unison.

The woman stood on tiptoes and kissed the man's lips. The man closed his beautiful eyes and enjoyed it quietly.

"Yuzhuang, in the future, the child you and I have will be called 'Shi Furong', okay?"

The man held the woman's body and walked out of the sea of ​​flowers. The woman nestled in the man's arms and asked in a sweet voice.

"not good!"

The man frowned and said.

"Why?"

The woman wonders how beautiful the hibiscus flower is~

"Vulgar!"

The man said a word that made the woman angry.

"How vulgar!"

The woman put her arms around the man's neck and asked unconvinced.

"Poetry Furong, these three words are very vulgar in themselves!"

The man's voice seemed a little angry!

"I don't think so!"

The woman ignored the anger on the man's face and continued to grind.

"Shi Yijin? Ran Mofeng's child, right?"

The man thought of something and suddenly asked.

"Um!"[

Unable to figure out what the man meant, the woman answered blankly, confused.

"Shi Yiqing, Shi Yixiao? Ran Qingchen's child, right?"

"Yeah~"

"Shimu Yao? Shangguan Lin's child, right?"

"Hmm~"

"You took it all, right?"

"Enna!"

The woman looked stupidly at the man who was about to burst into anger.

"Jin, Yao, means beautiful jade; Qing, means beauty; Xiao means bravery, so why is this hall master's child just a flower that can be picked by others and only lasts a short time? Isn't it the national flower?"

The woman is moved up, and the man restrains the woman's body as she tries to sit up, and holds her down.

"Huh? But flowers can bloom a lot! Their life is unlimited! If it doesn't work, I will designate the magnolia as the national flower of the Dahuang Kingdom and the national treasure~~ Uh-huh!"

The excuse is invalid, the resistance is invalid, everything is invalid!

"Mo Yuzhuang, you are bullying me! Uh-huh!"

A hibiscus fell on the pillow. The pink petals were tender and pink, reflecting the wanton and indulgent intertwining of the people on the pillow. The petals shyly closed up, and gradually turned into deep red.

Then, it withered overnight!

"Huh? The flowers have withered? What a pity!"

In the morning, Leng Yuhan woke up and saw the hibiscus flower with a black border beside his pillow, and said something unconsciously.

"snort!"

Mo Yuzhuang woke up, snorted coldly, and got out of bed alone to change clothes. Her anger about the 'Fu Rong' incident was obviously not gone.

"Haha. Can't we just stop calling it 'Furong'?"

It was just a small suggestion, but he was punished by Mo Yuzhuang for a whole night. Leng Yuhan rolled up the quilt and sat up, his body was so painful that he didn't want to collapse.

"This hall master now orders the flowers to be burned!"[

After changing her clothes, Mo Yuzhuang walked out of the room. Before leaving, she gave Leng Yuhan a dumbfounding message.

"Fu Rong, I'm sorry~"

The door of the room was locked outside, and Leng Yuhan lay back on the bed. He closed his eyes and felt tired. He fell asleep all day long. When he woke up again, Mo Yuzhuang had returned to the house and was sitting on the table drinking tea.

, there is a book that looks like an explanation or something in front of him.

"Yuzhuang, what are you looking at?"

Putting on a coat, Leng Yuhan ran out of bed and walked up to Mo Yuzhuang, hugging Mo Yuzhuang into his arms.

"The art of chess! After dinner, Yan'er reviewed the contents!"

Pulling Leng Yuhan's arm into his arms, Mo Yuzhuang asked Leng Yuhan to sit on her lap, holding Leng Yuhan's waist with one hand, and picked up the book on the table with the other and opened it for Leng Yuhan to read.

"Uh~ Ai! It's useless to look at it. I can't beat Ruo Yu!"

With a slight sigh, Leng Yuhan pushed the chess book away and said in frustration.

Leng Yuhan knew his royal husbands quite well.

In terms of character, no one is as ruthless as Mo Yuzhuang; in terms of cunning, no one can rival Chu Qianfeng; in terms of heart, no one is better than Ran Mofeng; in terms of tenacity, no one is stronger than Ran Qingchen; in terms of integrity

, no one can compare with Shangguan Lin; in terms of cowardice, no one can win the night in Luoliang;

And wisdom that is more than enough wisdom?

There should be no one who can defeat An Ruoyu.

Unless An Ruoyu did it on purpose.

The chess competition was originally designed for An Ruoyu's strengths. It involved not only wars on the chessboard, but also side confrontations between countries. Leng Yuhan couldn't place his bets on the chessboard, just in case

If you lose, there is absolutely no room for maneuver.

"Then what are Yan'er going to do? On the day of the chess match, the palace guards are relaxed, so we have a great chance of sneaking in. After the chess match, if Yan'er wants to enter the palace, he will be out of sight."

"Yuzhuang, have you ever heard of the saying 'holding the emperor's hand to command the princes'?"
Chapter completed!