The red luan tent is warm, the beauty is like jade, the delicate bun is opened, the long hair is scattered on the mandarin duck pillow, the red brocade quilt is embroidered with rich peonies, and the pretty face she exposed outside the brocade quilt is more delicate than the peony.

Yan Xu took his eyes off Linglong's face and sang softly: "I walked to the pavilion in the middle of the night, and there was a lover in front of the pavilion." Carrying the jade hand lightly, I was secretly frightened in my heart"

He really only knows these few words, this song is sung in Wu Nong's soft language, and he can learn the first few sentences.

Linglong couldn't help laughing, but he didn't expect him to sing this song, and he was so funny.

Seeing that she couldn't bear to be funny, Yan Xu asked, "Think I can't sing well?" ”

"No, it's nice." Linglong pursed her lips, and there was a smile on her lips.

"But I can only sing these few lines, if you have heard it before, you might as well teach me." He sat at the end of the bed, looking at Linglong, his eyes were fluttering.

Linglong shook her head into a rattle: "No." ”

Well, count your mouth tight.

Yan Xu was a little disappointed, this king has sold, and you are not fooled.

Forget it, it's a long time coming.

Seeing him go out with the curtain, Linglong played with his fingers and was silent.

Yan Xu lay back on the Luohan bed, and was about to soothe his wounded glass heart, when he heard Linglong whisper: "What you just sang, I learned two sentences to walk to the pavilion in the middle of the night, and there is a lover in front of the pavilion."

She really only sang two sentences, Yan Xu was surprised and delighted, the voice was exactly the same as that night, lewd and, and with a childlike voice.

Can't say that, he still remembers the last time because he said something lewd and, Xiaoqiu almost fought with him.

I don't know where she learned this kind of glamorous music, she is still young, and she will have to watch it carefully in the future, so as not to let people teach her badly.

It's a song that she can sing more often. Just like this, close the door and sing to him alone.

The delicate face is as bright as a red glow, which she learned from the embroidery girls when she was a child. When I grew up, I knew that I couldn't just sing this song. After only two lines at this time, she couldn't sing anymore, the same song, which she sang in the mountains and now to a man. That's completely different.

Yan Xu found a glimmer of light from this song.

Some things can be subtle.

"Do you like to listen to operas on weekdays? Mingyuan Building is very good for listening to the play, if you like it, you often call the troupe to come over, I heard that the troupe from the south has a Quankun class. ”

Linglong said: "I've grown up so big, and I've only heard a few plays, so I can't say whether I like it or not." My grandmother sang Magu for her birthday, and she liked to listen to monkey plays during the New Year. I heard that the play sung by the Deyin class is quite good, but I have only heard it once, and I haven't heard it yet. ”

"The plays in the Deyin class are all adapted from the book. It's not the same as other dramas. Yan Xu said.

"It turned out to be a change from the book, I haven't read the book, but it's lonely."

Under the faint candlelight, Yan Xu's eyes lit up. Most of the words that have been circulated in the market are about ******** things, and of course the ladies of large families have not seen it.

"Do you want to see it? I'll come back from outside another day and bring you a few copies. ”

Linglong knows that the book is a vernacular novel, don't say it, she really wants to read it.

"Thank you, Lord Wang, bring me a few copies when you have time."

has just gotten married, and it is Yan Xu's most free time. The next morning, he had breakfast and went out.

He only brought a small straight. Junko dressed up as a little scholar and followed him, and of course he put on a fake face.

When he came to a booksstand, Yan Xu asked the stallholder: "What books are there?" ”

The discerning eye of the stall. Seeing that the brother with a zombie face in front of him was in estrus, he happily introduced: "I have all the most popular books in the capital these days." The Biography of Yingying, the Biography of Li Wa, and ****** are all scholars who have abducted beauties, tsk, fragrant, I guarantee that you want to watch it a second time after watching it. ”

The scholar abducts the beauty. Phew, a scholar or something, it's the most annoying.

For example, Xu Tingshen!

"Is there that kind of master and apprentice who love each other and grow old after getting married?" Yan Xu asked.

The stall owner frowned: "Master and apprentice, isn't that incest." We are quite close to the Tribute Courtyard here, and we dare not sell the books of incest, so as not to let people know that they have come to smash the small rice bowl. ”

Yan Xu's face floated like four seasons, but fortunately he was wearing a fake face. Who said it was incestuous and who said it?

"But that apprentice wasn't raised by the master, and their age is not much different."

The stall owner was disdainful, and immediately turned into a moral guard: "One day is a teacher and a father is a lifelong, the master is the same as the father, the father and the daughter, what is not incest?" ”

Yan Xu is unhappy, this king is not here to listen to this.

He turned and left!

The stall owner ushered in and sent it, no one has seen it, and the owner in front of him is a rich man, I have long heard that these young and golden sons, illegitimate Feng are very unbearable, wrapping powder, raising little people, like this one who wants to see the little yellow book, it's really nothing.

"This master, please stay, we don't have the books you want here, but there are a bunch of people who write books, what do you want, let them write it for you, you look satisfied, and then find a place to make and print the small ones."

Yan Xu was surprised, it turned out that these bookstalls had such a great ability, writing, printing and selling.

"Do you know someone who wrote books?" Looking at the stall owner's mustache, Yan Xu didn't believe it.

"Don't you know, our stall is very close to the Gongyuan, this year is the year of Enke, the spring and autumn exams are all in one year, and there are more talents and lifters than before. I can't be an official, but I always have to eat in the capital, these people can't lift their shoulders or lift them, that is, they can still move the pen, I won't tell you, it's just such a small bookstall, I can find you one or twenty people to write books at any time. ”

I really want to come to whatever I want, Yan Xu was overjoyed, found a quiet teahouse, and called all those who wrote books, so and so, so and that, all of them went back to write books.

When he went back that day, he didn't have a notebook with him, and Linglong thought that he had forgotten what he said last night, and he didn't bother to ask.

Yan Xu thinks so, all the books on the street are very improper, no wonder big families don't allow ladies to read those books. Of course, his little wife who has just passed through the door can't read it, what if she is taught badly and runs away with the scholar?

Read the book he made for her.

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Thank you niuniudog, Fang Fangming, the chaotic phone 2, the bland and cool white open, the monthly pass of the Zhilong boy, thank you~~~

(To be continued.) )