Sima Yue's first kiss was explained like this. And the kiss between lovers is like this, after the first time, the second, the third, and even the Nth time later, it is very natural and natural.

At least today, Sima Yue was kissed no less than three times by Wang Jun as if he was addicted to the carriage, and each time it lasted for an extremely long time, which directly led to her wanting to run away from the wilderness later.

But the result was not successful.

Because Wang Jun took out a cloth bag.

When Sima Yue opened the bag and looked at it, he saw that it was full of bags of spring bamboo shoots.

It turned out that when Wang Jun left the bamboo forest, he looked at the bamboo shoots that had been dug up in the bamboo forest, and thought about what Zheng Xun said with a smile, this tender grass in your house is a wonderful person, and he wanted to drink spring bamboo shoot and ham soup, so he went to dig bamboo shoots in this royal garden. The bamboo shoots in the royal garden, tsk, she is really good at it. Wang Jun thought, since she wanted to drink this soup and the spring bamboo shoots were all dug out, there was no reason to put these spring bamboo shoots here and not take them away.

So Dean Wang calmly instructed Chengying to find a cloth bag and take all the bamboo shoots dug up in the bamboo forest and take them away.

The guards patrolling next to him were all stunned, thinking that this legendary Dean Wang was really not an ordinary person.

Can ordinary people do such a thing as letting their entourage load bamboo shoots in the bamboo grove in the royal garden?

And now Wang Jun showed this bag of bamboo shoots to Sima Yue, and then bewitched her: "Do you want to drink spring bamboo shoot ham soup?" ”

Sima Yue can be regarded as tossing all morning today, and at the end of the afternoon, it has passed, not to mention a mouthful of food, even a mouthful of water has not been fished up.

So when she heard the words spring bamboo shoot ham soup at first glance, she immediately swallowed her saliva dryly, nodded honestly, and said, "I want to drink." ”

"How about going to me? I'll cook spring bamboo shoot ham soup for you to drink? Wang Jun continued to be seduced.

Sima Yue slanted his eyes. Mean, Dean, you're kidding, aren't you? Do you cook spring bamboo shoot ham soup? Isn't it all about gentlemen who cook far away? As long as you are born, you look like the Yangtze River and the moon, and you don't look like you are cooking in a smoky kitchen.

But Wang Jun gave her a reassuring look, which means, believe me, that's right.

Sima Yue bit his fingers and pondered for a while, and then decided to give Wang Jun the opportunity to cook soup for her to drink. And she also thought about it, even if the spring bamboo shoot ham soup cooked by Wang Jun was unpalatable, she would praise it.

After all, he also wants to be attentive in front of her, and he can't dampen his dedication to hospitality, otherwise he won't be able to dedicate himself if he wants him to be attentive in the future.

didn't want to wait until the spring bamboo shoot ham soup was served, Sima Yue couldn't even pull out his mouth for a while.

It's so delicious! It was so delicious that she almost drank her tongue!

Then she looked at Wang Jun with admiration and admiration.

What kind of seven-trick exquisite heart does he have? Even if he understands piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, martial arts, arithmetic, architecture, etc., it turns out that he still knows how to cook, and it is so delicious? In the end, I don't give these mediocre mortals a way to live.

And Wang Jun calmly sandwiched a chopsticks and salted pork bamboo shoots in her admiring and adoring eyes.

There are also fresh bamboo shoots and chicken slices on the table, and spring bamboo shoots are stuffed, all of which are from Wang Jun's hands.

Sima Yue was bored and eating, and at the same time asked Wang Jun, can you allocate some of these dishes and send them to Sima Xuan?

She still remembered that she had promised Sima Xuan that she would invite him to drink spring bamboo shoot ham soup.

Wang Jun calmly continued to hold the dishes for her, and said slowly: "You dig the spring bamboo shoots, you are in charge." ”

Regarding the deep brother-sister relationship between her and Sima Xuan, Wang Jun never interfered much.

So Sima Yue immediately called a maid to come forward and asked her to take out some of the dishes on the table, and then put them in the food box and let her send them to Sima Xuan's house next to her.

Sima Yue was extremely satisfied with this lunch, and in the end, he really didn't want to move.

Wang Jun ordered someone to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and turned his head to look at Sima Yue sitting lazily in the chair with half-squinted eyes, like a kitten who has been fed, he couldn't help but feel soft, warm, and very satisfied.

After taking her into his arms and hugging her for a while, he looked down and asked her, "Do you want to sit in my study for a while?" Shall I stroke the piano for you? ”

Sima Yue lazily rolled his eyes, raised his head and asked, "It's a phoenix again?" ”

These days, Wang Jun taught her to beg for a phoenix every day, and she felt that her ears were about to give birth to cocoons.

Wang Jun smiled and twisted her nose lightly, and then asked, "Then what do you want to hear?" ”

Sima Yue thought about it for a while, and then found that she couldn't think of it.

She felt that she really didn't have much talent for music. I have been learning the piano for so long with the famous teacher Wang Jun, but I still can't even tell the difference between Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu.

She lowered her head in frustration, and her voice sounded muffled: "Whatever." ”

Anyway, no matter what the song is, she can't hear the meaning of it.

Her careful thinking naturally couldn't hide it from Wang Jun.

Reaching out and holding her silky and delicate little hand in his hand and slowly playing with it for a while, he smiled: "If you don't like to learn the piano, then don't learn it, I will stroke the piano left and right, you just need to listen." ”

But it seems that there is a brother who stipulates that you must achieve excellence in every course to graduate from the Royal Academy.

"I can teach you how to cheat." Wang Jun winked at her

Dean, your cute sales are really not very good, and they are not worth five cents.

"Forget it, in the future, you should strengthen my tutoring in piano skills. I still don't believe it, my Sima Yue can't deal with just a piano class. ”

Sima Yue began to roll up his sleeves, and his eyes were full of confidence, and he had the ambition to find a piece of tofu to kill him immediately if he couldn't learn to play the piano.

Wang Jun smiled.

He had always known that his little princess would never be a person who would admit defeat lightly.

It was not the first time that Sima Yue came to Wang Jun's study, as soon as she entered the door, she climbed to the beauty couch under the window.

There are two most eye-catching things in Wang Jun's study.

One is the row of bookshelves next to the wall, which are full of books. The second is the white-background landscape pattern vat next to the rosewood bookcase, which is inserted with many rolled-up calligraphy and paintings like a wood.

These calligraphy and paintings are all from the hands of Wang Jun, the owner of this study, and they cover various types of calligraphy in regular script, as well as various paintings such as landscapes, flowers and birds.

Sima Yue didn't have any idea about the calligraphy and paintings in this vat, but since she happened to learn that a scroll of calligraphy and painting made by Wang Jun casually was worth thousands of gold, and there were many people vying to buy it, she began to be calm.

So where is this full tank of calligraphy and painting? It's all white filaments of silver.

So every time Sima Yue looked at this vat of calligraphy and painting in the future, his mood was a little delicate.

For example, now, when she looks at the calligraphy and paintings in this big vat, she thinks how Wang Jun is so rich? Rich is not enough to describe, it is simply a huge rich.

Wang Jufu was now looking for a blanket to put on Sima Yue's body, and asked her softly, "Are you tired?" Take a nap? ”

The pictures that were inappropriate for children in the carriage immediately passed through Sima Yue's mind.

Her face began to feel a little hot, and her lips seemed to start stinging again, and she became even more alert in an instant, and asked Wang Jun, "What do you want to do?" ”

Wang Jun couldn't hold his hands and laughed out loud.

Sima Yue's appearance is really funny. How does she teach him not to love?

Holding her hand to his lips and kissing it gently, he smiled and said, "Don't worry." I just want to do something to you, and I'm sure I'll do it when you're sober. These things naturally have to be fun for two people to be happy, so what's the point of doing it alone? So you can sleep with me in peace. ”

Sima Yue felt that the indecent could be so obscene, and she could be regarded as convinced.

But she also knows that Wang Jun belongs to the kind of person who is full of words, so what comes out of his mouth is absolutely believable.

So Sima Yue lay down on the couch very calmly, pulled the blanket over the cover, closed his eyes and prepared for a nap.

Spring people are already prone to spring sleepiness, and Sima Yue has been tossing all morning this morning, and he is already tired and wants to sleep by this time.

It took her to close her eyes and fall asleep in a short time.

And when she woke up, it was already twilight outside the window, and she didn't know when it was actually raining lightly.

Wang Jun's study is planted under the window of a few plantains, the light rain at the moment, falling on the plantain leaves, in the evening, it sounds, there is a special taste.

It seems that in the eyes of the literati, if the sycamore and the plantain are related to the rain, then they must be inseparable from the word leisure. Sima Yue was not exempt from vulgarity, she listened to the sound of rain hitting plantains outside the window, and for no reason she felt a little depressed.

Suddenly, a warm body leaned over from behind him.

She turned her head and saw that Wang Jun had already noticed that she was awake, and was stretching out her arms and holding her into his arms.

As far as Wang Jun is concerned, he is not in the mood to think about the word "leisure" at the moment.

Or, as long as Sima Yue is by his side, what is there to worry about?

He just leaned over and smiled, "My little princess is finally awake." ”

didn't wait for Sima Yue to answer, he lowered his head and kissed her lips carefully.

Listening to what he meant, it seemed as if he had been waiting for her to wake up for a long time.

So Sima Yue, who was still in a very low mood, has no time to think about these things now.

The person on her body is trying to torture her.

Although it is a sweet torture.

It's a long, sweet kiss again. By the time Wang Jun let go of her, the sky outside the window was completely dark.

It's just that Wang Jun still lies on the couch and refuses to leave, just hugging her like this, and the two of them don't speak, just quietly listening to the sound of the rain hitting the plantain outside the window.

If you have someone you love by your side and listen to the sound of the rain together, there will be no more loss in your heart, and there will be just a kind of tranquility and sweetness.

In the end, Sima Yue's dinner was also settled on Wang Jun's side. And after dinner, Wang Jun took out a painting to show her.

The painting shows the girl sleeping sideways with her eyes closed, looking delicate, and she really has the feeling of spring sleep in Begonia.

Naturally, the girl in this painting is Sima Yue.

I think that this painting was painted by Wang Jun while she was asleep, and now it is cherished and taken out, which is quite like a treasure. Although his expression was still the calm and breezy appearance of the past, his slightly nervous gaze still revealed a little caution in his heart now.

That is, ask for praise, ask for praise.

But Sima Yue didn't notice his careful thoughts at all, all she was thinking about was that she didn't know how much silver this painting could be worth?

So she asked Wang Jun, half tentatively, half jokingly: "Can I take this painting out there and sell it?" “

Wang Jun's answer was to glance at her, and said two words through gritted teeth: "You dare!" ”

That's not enough. Then he pounced again, and expressed his resentment against Sima Yue's incomprehensible amorous feelings in his heart at the moment with practical actions.