When Lu Zhe woke up, he felt that the light was a little dazzling, his body was sore, and his head hurt like a pinprick.

"It seems that I will drink less alcohol in the future." Lu Zhe smiled bitterly and shook his head, his body was not as "alcoholic" as his own in later generations, and the amount of alcohol was quite shallow, just yesterday, but half a catty of Yingzhou rich water, the degree did not exceed 15 degrees, and he was drunk like this.

shook his head carefully, and shook off the discomfort caused by the hangover, but it made Lu Zhe's head more and more dizzy. Lu Zhe took a look at it and found that he was in a room that was too gorgeous to speak, not to mention anything else, just said that this body was covered with brocade, which was much smoother and warmer than the one built by Rencheng Wangfu himself.

"Xiao Langjun wants to drink water?" A gentle and soft voice sounded behind Lu Zhe.

"Huh? Huh? Under the backlight, Lu Zhe couldn't see the person behind him clearly, and after blinking his eyes a few times, Lu Zhe saw clearly. It turned out that a certain was still in Yang's mansion. ”

"Xiao Langjun forgot, yesterday Xiao Langjun drank with my family Langjun in the mansion until late at night, and made a lot of poems, my family Langjun saw that Xiao Langjun was drunk, and had to rest in the house." The maid handed over a glass of water just right, and the cool water was a good way to quench the thirst caused by the hangover?

"Poetry? Drunken? What kind of poems did so-and-so make? Lu Zhe felt a big headache, there were only a few Tang poems that he could memorize, in case he was accidentally purred, he came with a sentence of "The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor" or something, didn't he want GG at that time?

The slave couldn't remember, but he could only hear the sister in the hall say that Xiao Langjun read a glass of wine and a poem, and he didn't know how much. Even His Royal Highness King Wu and his master Cen Secret Technique also applauded with their palms. ”

"King Wu? Secretary Cen? They were there last night? Lu Zhe was a little confused, after reciting (copying) the poem Immortal's banquet Taojia Pavilion, he was a little drunk, vaguely feeling that someone was coming, but at that time he was completely drunk, judging from the description of the maid's sister, he had already begun to ask for wine at that time. If Lu Zhe expected it to be true, this King of Wu is the tragic King of Wu Li Ke, and the so-called Secretary Cen is Cen Wenwen, who is now the secretary.

"Where's my guard?" Lu Zhe, who lowered his head and pondered, couldn't help but ask where Ah Fei went.

"...... here" Ah Fei's voice came from the beam of the room, and then, the blue color flashed, and Ah Fei stood in front of Lu Zhe's bed ghostly, frightening the maid's face.

"If you want to be dressed, you don't need to serve, but you go." Fortunately, Pei Qingnu taught Lu Zheshi how to tell the maids, otherwise, Lu Zhe would be timid.

"No." The maid looked at Lu Zhe and Ah Fei, and knew that this little Langjun should have something to say to his guards, so she didn't say much, made a salute, and said that Langjun's clothes were in the house, and then went out of the house backwards.

"Ah Fei, what happened last night?" Seeing that the maid had gone out of the house, Lu Zhe lowered his voice and hurriedly asked.

"Yesterday ......" Ah Fei also opened the chatterbox, and Lu Zhe frowned when he heard it.

It turned out that Lu Zhe gave the medicinal diet prescription yesterday and read a few lines of poetry, Wu Wang Li Ke and his teacher Cen text arrived, it seems that King Wu and the princess of Jinshan have a very good relationship, Ah Fei heard that King Wu called Princess Jinshan sister, and heard that Princess Jinshan feasted one of her life-saving benefactors today, Shanshui Lang, who looks like a disciple of the immortals, King Wu also came to join in the fun, and happened to hear the poems that Lu Zhe recited, and the Cen text shouted loudly.

"And then?" Lu Zhe looked at Ah Fei.

Then Lang Junru got drunk and shouted that he had a hundred poems about drinking.

"And then?" Hearing this, Lu Zhe's face couldn't help twitching.

"Then Yang Langjun asked people to send wine, Langjun drank it all, a glass of wine, a poem, and made a lot of ......"

"What kind of poems did so-and-so make?" Lu Zhe's heart tensed.

"I don't know a big word, how can I remember, Lang Jun was also drunk last night, and the poem at the beginning can still be heard, and the poem after it is no longer audible."

"Pick up the poems and texts that you have heard, and tell them all."

"Somebody remembers...... In order to thank Princess Jinshan for her hospitality, Lang Jun read a lot of poems with the words Jinshan. ”

"For example?"

"Jinshan is as big as a fist, breaking the underwater sky of Weiyang."

"Forehead...... "Mr. Yangming, I'm sorry, Lu Zhe thought silently in his heart.

"The immortal of Yuzhen, when he goes to the golden peak. Drum beating in the morning...... The Queen Mother should meet. ”

Okay, Brother Taibai, you have lost a poem praising Princess Yuzhen again, no way, who called your poems the most memorized poems by later generations? But I still remember changing Taihua to Jinshan, I didn't get completely drunk, Lu Zhe thought fixedly.

"Still?"

"I really can't remember." Ah Fei scratched his head in annoyance, "It's probably like that." What is the smile and smell the emptiness on a sunny day, ride the giant waves to ride the whale, and hold the white luan tail in hand, sweeping the clouds in the southern mountains at night. Etcetera. ”

Well, this time I really didn't catch Shixian alone, and the poet didn't let it go. Lu Zhe is not only a little lucky, if he memorized this kind of poems last night, it would be good.

After breaking out of the title of immortal disciple and Qingdu Shanshui Lang, Lu Zhe, who knew the importance of human design, worked hard to recall the poems of seeking immortal cultivation in later generations whenever he had time. On the way to Chang'an, whenever it is night, it will be recited from time to time in case of emergency.

Thanks to the blessing of cultivating poetry memorization education in that era. Lu Zhe memorized 300 Tang poems when he was a child, and because of his parents' "gentle" means of stir-frying meat with bamboo shoots, his memory was very deep.

Now it seems that there is nothing wrong with countless memories, even if I was drunk like that last night, I subconsciously chanted these poems and did not shout "!" Something like that.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhe couldn't help but be very happy, and laughed softly, seeing that Ah Fei next to him was a little confused.

"Ah Fei! A certain decision will start tomorrow for you to start reading! ”

"No!" Although it was a little strange for his little master's behavior of making himself literate, Ah Fei didn't think anything about it, and regarded it as another strange rule of his master.

Just like this master's stubborn insistence on letting everyone drink boiling water, and stipulating that he and the cloud needle must bathe within seven days, there are some strange rules that neither himself, the cloud needle, nor even the people of the palace can understand.

Is it harder to be literate than to kill? The young Ah Fei looked at the little master who was trying to get dressed, and wondered if he should tell him what happened in the room last night.

Although he felt that there was nothing, his intuition told him that if he said it, it might not do him any good.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a soft and beautiful voice outside the door.

"Xiao Langjun wants to wash?"

"Come in!" Lu Zhe, who was struggling with the complicated clothes of the ancient scholars, was holding a hairpin in his mouth at this time, and was trying to arrange the round-necked robe.

"It's better for the concubine to wait for Langjun to dress." After entering the door, seeing that this little man was hurriedly dressing, the maid couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and immediately walked behind her to help Lu Zhe get dressed.

Soon, the maid helped Lu Zhe get dressed, and after serving Lu Zhe to wash, she asked Lu Zhe to sit down and began to comb Lu Zhe's hair.

I have to say that the maid of the Yang Mansion really had a hand and quickly helped Lu Zhe comb his hair.

"Xiao Langjun is really a fairychild-like character, but do you want to rub some powder?" The maid who helped Lu Zhe insert the hairpin and take the head carefully looked at Lu Zhe's face, and when he wanted to rub some incense powder on Lu Zhe's face, Lu Zhe quickly refused.

"Thank you, little sister, forget it." Although it is very common for aristocratic men to apply grease and powder in this era, Lu Zhe, as an old straight man, is still very resistant to men's powder.

Ay...... Ancient men wore high heels (high sandals) with powdered hairpins, which is really the same in China and the West, Lu Zhe sighed, and he not only had a headache for the popular powder of men in the Tang Dynasty.

Far away in the West, in a few hundred years, men in the West will also wear perfume powder, wear stockings, wear high heels, and think that they think they are as beautiful as anything. Louis XIV even has an oil painting wearing white silk, red high heels, exposing most of his thighs, and an extremely coquettish posture (everyone is interested, you can go down Baidu, it is really very happy).

When men make a commotion, there is nothing to do with women. Thinking of the women's clothing bosses of later generations, Lu Zhe has to admit that fashion is really a reincarnation.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhe not only frowned, but his head hurt again.

"Xiao Langjun can have a hangover and headache? Nu Po knows the art of massage, which can relieve Lang Jun one or two. The maid behind her was extremely eye-catching, and immediately noticed Lu Zhe's discomfort.

"This ...... Okay. Lu Zhe's head hurt badly, and he knew that there was no hash in this era, so he had to nod in agreement.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhe felt that the hood on his head was gently removed, and a pair of slender jade hands began to massage on his head.

"It's so comfortable." Lu Zhe not only spoke out comfortably, but sighed that the feudal aristocracy of the family was really decadent and extravagant, and as the successor of socialism, he was deeply immersed in the enjoyment of these feudal lords, is it a little unreasonable.

"I am critically accepting massage, not to mention that the young lady behind me is also a working person, and the working people give a massage to the children who are also working people, how can it be regarded as corrupted by feudalism?"

The maid's massage was very comfortable, and Lu Zhe's headache was relieved a lot, but he was still a little unaccustomed.

The maid was too close to her......

At first, it was okay, but when the young lady massaged Lu Zhe's forehead in front, the young lady simply leaned Lu Zhe's head completely on her chest, Lu Zhe's nose breathed the aroma of the young lady's body, and the exposed parts such as the ears were in contact with the shocking softness, as the young lady massaged, Lu Zhe's ear even touched something similar to Xiaodoudou, and Lu Zhe, who knew that there was no underwear in ancient times, naturally understood what it was.

Lu Zhe, who has never experienced this kind of gentle battle in two lives, couldn't help but blush a little, and tried his best to avoid contact with the young lady's crisp breasts, seeing Lu Zhe's embarrassment, there was a burst of coquettish laughter behind Lu Zhe.

"Xiao Langjun is not shy? It's really funny, Xiao Langjun held the slave all night last night, and he didn't see Xiao Langjun shy at that time? ”

"Poof-" Lu Zhe almost squirted out with a glass of water.

"I-I woke up all night yesterday?" Thinking that he got up in the morning, he was naked, and his heart said that it might be because he drank too much and vomited, and Ah Fei, who had been on the beam all night, helped him take it off, and now that I think about it, as a feudal nobleman, it is common sense for maids to help take off their clothes, and it is also a common thing for scholars to sleep after being stripped naked last night, is it?

I'm still a child, you can't bear to do it? Lu Zhe's first reaction after getting cheap was this, as a person in later generations, he knew that during the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the matter of aristocratic men, eleven or twelve-year-old sleeping maids and young sisters, it was simply not too normal, and some scholars, in order to let their children understand the affairs of men and women, there were also maids to guide this matter.

"My clothes were taken off by you?" Lu Zhe turned his head and asked nervously. "What happened last night?"

"Hehehe." Seeing Lu Zhe's nervous look, the maid behind him couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

"Lang Jun last night—" He laughed again, as if Lu Zhe's expression was particularly funny. "Lang Jun drank too much last night, it was the sister in the hall who brought Lang Jun back to the room, the concubine is the person who warms the bed with Lang Jun, Lang Jun or drunk and hot, as soon as he enters the room, he shouts hot, let the guard pour water, and without waiting for the water to arrive, Lang Jun will take off his clothes, and without waiting for the slave to warm the bed, he will go straight into the brocade and sleep all night with the slave. The slave wanted to get up and put out the light, Lang Jun hugged the slave and didn't let the slave move for half a minute, but he didn't think that for a few hours, Lang Jun didn't remember it at all? ”

"That's ...... What have you ever done? Hearing the description of the maid's sister, I realized that I was like a pervert, taking off my clothes when I entered the house, and hugged the young lady who warmed the bed. Thinking that he had been ruined, Lu Zhe couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The family has a maid to warm the bed, this is true, when the weather is cold, the quilt is cold, so let the maid wear a thin dress, go in first, use the body temperature to warm the quilt, the master then go to sleep, quite particular about the scholars, generally use the maid to warm the bed.

As for the single male host, who does not let the young and beautiful bed warmer do something else after warming the bed, it varies from person to person. Many times the main family will take a fancy to a certain maid and ask her to warm the bed today, and the maid who has the intention of being a concubine for the main family will also do their best, such as a naked bed warmer or something.

Moreover, it is also common for nobles to entertain friends and let beautiful maids warm their beds and sleep.

However, when he saw the small bed with futon outside the head of his bed, he knew that maybe this warm bed was really Lu Zhe, who was the regular operation of the Yang Mansion, not only became a little nervous, but he was still young, so he wouldn't really do anything yesterday.

If so, as my first woman, what should I do to her? I didn't know her name until now.

"Xiao Langjun buried his head in the slave ..... the slave's chest at night......" Although she has been trained, the girls of this era are precocious, but this maid is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she is a little shy to talk about this. I kept saying strange things and shed a lot of tears.

"Huh? What did Tetsu say? Lu Zhe was a little strange.

"The slave also doesn't know, Lang Jun's accent last night was a little peculiar, listen carefully, it's like-" The maid imitated what Lu Zhe said last night.

"Mom, my head hurts, Mom, I'm so cold. Mom, I want to go home. ”

Forehead...... After hearing this, Lu Zhe couldn't help but be silent. Fortunately, the word mother only began to appear in the Song Dynasty, otherwise wouldn't it be embarrassing to hold the maid and call her mother?

"Xiao Langjun misses his family?" Although the word mother did not appear in the Tang Dynasty, the common things of human feelings do not need words, not to mention the word home, and the maid and sister can guess a few points.

"Hmm." Lu Zhe did not deny it. Looking at the maid who was not much older than him, "What about your family?" Where is it? ”

"The slave's family-" The sentence aroused the sorrow of the young lady, "The slave's family is dead, and this is the slave's family." ”

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls are at the age of sentimentality, and they can't hide things on their faces, and Lu Zhe saw that the young lady's face was also sparkling.

Presumably she has also experienced misery, she can be sold here as a slave, and she has to endure a drunk little devil touching herself, if there is a way, whoever wants to be a slave with others, being treated as a cow and horse, if the master is unhappy, he can kill himself. Although the young lady didn't say it, Lu Zhe, who had seen countless examples of this, automatically made up various plots such as selling her daughter for food in a famine year, or being taken captive as a slave, and being bought by the Yang Mansion.

Anyway, Lu Zhe motioned to the young lady not to massage, put on her head, stood up, and turned to look at her steadily.

"Your name?"

"Hui Langjun, the slave's name is Green Branch."

"The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches, a good name." After Lu Zhe finished speaking, he patted the small building on his waist and listened to the spring rain all night, and shouted to the beams of the house.

"Have you seen enough?"

"Of course not, this young immortal is drunk, it's not easy to see, I didn't expect the virtuous brother to be so interesting last night, hahahaha, but the foolish brother can laugh."

Outside the door, a voice that Lu Zhe was very familiar with came. Immediately, the door was pushed open, and a boy in brocade stepped in.

"I haven't seen you for many days, and my brother has always been good?" The boy in brocade looked at Lu Zhe with a smile.

Lu Zhe also smiled at the other party.

"I haven't seen you for many days, but Brother Hongyi is more prosperous in Chenzhou that day."