Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 713 Didn't Forget You.

But later, she waited and waited, but she couldn't wait for his news.

Could it be that in the past half a year, he has no time every day?

Although life in the camp was hard and difficult, he was Fu Lingcheng's younger brother after all. Her elder brother couldn't be so inhuman, and wouldn't even let him rest.

So when Minghui thought about it, he must have completely forgotten about her!
Fu Yuejun explained with a smile: "It's not impossible to forget you, but he only wants to serve the country, and he spends all day in the training ground, that is, he came back once on New Year's Eve."

Although the boy is young, he also has the heart to make progress.

She is very pleased.

Nowadays, wars will be provoked at any time. The more critical the country is, the more people are greedy for life and afraid of death. Young people have great ambitions and care about the country, and they are better than anyone else.

"It's not like I've been forgotten. When I came back to spend the New Year with you, I didn't even write a letter to me." Minghui was upset when she heard that. The phone call was too explicit. She understood, but what about writing a letter?

There is nothing wrong with writing letters!

"I really haven't forgotten you, he asked me to bring it here for you."

As Fu Yuejun said, he took out a letter from his body and handed it to Minghui.

The young man was afraid that the messenger would lose the letter, so he didn't deliver the letter for a long time. This time he knew that Fu Yuejun was going to Beijing, so he asked her to bring the letter.

"Really or not?" Minghui took the bright yellow envelope and was about to open it when he saw Fu Yuejun smiling all of a sudden, so he didn't intend to open it immediately.

Fu Yuejun smiled narrowly: "Why don't you dismantle it?"

"This kind of private stuff, of course, I can only read it slowly." Minghui put away the letter, and in order to cover up the unnaturalness, she specially poured a cup of hot tea for Fu Yuejun and handed it over.

Fu Yuejun spun the teacup and took a sip, then said slowly: "You heartless bastard, you only remember to pour me tea now, I'm dying of thirst."

"That's because you used to have Young Marshal Jin by your side, he would pour tea for us very consciously, so it's not my turn." Minghui answered quickly, holding a cup and drinking tea calmly.

"Cough-cough-"

When Fu Yuejun heard this, he almost choked on the tea and gave Minghui a resentful look.

Things like pouring tea can be mentioned to Jin Tingxiao, and she is convinced.

Yonghe Palace.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed in through the window, Princess Duankang shivered in her sleep, and woke up with a start.

The charcoal fire in the hall had been burned out, and it was very cold, so I shrank back into the quilt unconsciously, turned my head and wanted to call the maid to come in, but suddenly felt a thousand cold lights covering the sky and covering the sky.

Concubine Duankang was stunned immediately.

There was no light in the hall, the light was dim, the goose-yellow gauze curtain was blown closed by the wind, the air was damp, and the woman in the embroidered skirt sat on the chair leisurely.

She sat there upright, mixing the spices with her bare hands, with a calm and dignified posture between her feet.

That red and black dress seems to be able to blend with the darkness.

Fu Yuejun was facing the open window, the blue hair scattered behind him fluttered in the wind, and the gloomy glance he gave was gloomy and full of blood, like a ghost bride.

Terrifying in the dark.

Concubine Duankang was so frightened that she almost screamed, she pinched her thigh and tried her best to hold back, and asked sharply, "What do you want to do by sneaking into Ai's bedroom in the middle of the night?"

Inexplicably, she felt that she had come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

(End of this chapter)