At that time, everyone who read and practiced words learned a word of etiquette since childhood, and paid attention to the rules in everything. For example, not to prostitute during the day, such as the love of husband and wife must be extinguished by candles, for those who have been practicing etiquette since childhood, they are all rules that cannot be offended.

But Yang Fan is the opposite, he is from Nanyang, he doesn't care much about the rules, and his experience since childhood makes him often break the rules, which is in strong contrast with Shangguan Wan'er. What he has is exactly what Wan'er lacks, and everything he shows is full of novelty for Wan'er, a canary who has grown up in the deep palace since childhood.

Just like at this moment, making love with her lover on several cases, and it is daytime, in Wan'er's heart, it is a very debauched and self-respecting behavior. She usually either answered the queen mother emperor and the minister of civil and military affairs in the quiet and solemn hall, or she was with the ministers and scholars, chanting poems and texts, watching fish and planting flowers, burning incense and tasting tea, and taking a break on the piano, all of which are elegant things.

Yang Fan's roughness and unrestrainedness made her feel a little uncomfortable and uneasy. But she is a few years older than her lover, and she unconsciously has a spoiling and conniving mentality towards Yang Fan, which makes her not want to oppose her lover's practice. Accepting this kind of behavior in shyness, which was contrary to the rules of etiquette and religion she had received, made her experience a sense of novelty and excitement, a feeling of heartbeat that she had never felt before.

When Yang Fan kissed down, Wan'er muttered, and her body turned into a puddle of fragrant mud.

This intimacy is far more lingering than when she was on the bank of the Yishui River that day, and the special environment makes Wan'er's sense of touch a hundred times more sensitive, she is confused, her body is getting softer and softer, and she just wants to lie down. Let Yang Fan do whatever he wants.

Wan'er thought wildly, "I'm that old. How many years of youth are there to discuss, it is better to give Lang Jun ......, no! In case the beads are darkly knotted. was discovered by the queen of heaven, wouldn't it ruin the hope of staying with Lang Jun for a lifetime? If you want to be a real husband and wife with Lang Jun, you have to think of some medicine first......"

Wan'er loves Yang Fan very much. The mature body was aroused by Yang Fan's lust, and she really wanted to give up resistance and accept the things that made her afraid and ashamed, but there was a trace of clarity in her heart, and she was reminded of the terrible consequences of a moment of indulgence. And she didn't want to give her first time to her beloved man in such a simple place.

Wan'er struggled in her heart, but her will became weaker and weaker, her hands supporting the table gradually softened, and she really wanted to surrender. Willingly conquered and possessed by her lover.

"Oops!"

Yang Fan suddenly screamed, and Wan'er was awakened at once.

Wan'er opened her eyes and saw that Yang Fan had knocked over the inkstone by mistake. The ink in the inkstone was all spilled on the scroll. The ink was running down the table, and it looked like it was about to hit her skirt. Yang Fan hurriedly hugged her slender waist and hugged her off the case.

Shangguan Wan'er's sideburns were messy, her jade cheeks were burning, her legs were soft when she touched the ground, and she almost slipped, Yang Fan helped her stand still, turned around and went to save the words again, and when she opened the words, she saw that a large amount of ink had been smeared.

"It's a pity! Pity! Alas, the only thing in this world was destroyed by my hands. ”

Yang Fan saw that the painting was ruined, and he couldn't help but regret it again and again.

Wan'er returned to normal a little, glared at him shyly, and said angrily: "I also said, if you are not so frivolous, how can you ruin this pair of words." ”

Yang Fan said: "Beauty is like jade, right in front of me, I'm not a nerd, how can I bear it?" It's just a pity for this good word, alas! This destruction is gone, and there is nothing left in the world. ”

Wan'er's heart was still floating in the middle of the sky, and when she saw his remorseful face, she comforted him softly: "Why does Lang Jun care so much, Miao Shenke is still alive in the world, how can this word be regarded as a lonely book." Wait for Wan'er to repair a book, Lang Jun will take it and ask him to write another one! ”

Just one sentence, like a bell ringing in a Zen temple, Yang Fan's heart stirred for a long time......

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The melodious sound of the bell makes everyone who hears it feel extremely quiet.

Here is Tiangong Temple, Tiangong Temple is located in the north of Shangshanfang, Tianjin Bridge side, after the martial arts worship Buddha, up and down the effect, Luoyang temple is full of incense, this Tiangong Temple as a big temple in Luoyang, naturally more believers like clouds.

On the west side of the backyard wall of Tiangong Temple, there is a private house with three courtyards, although Tiangong Temple is full of incense, but this house is very quiet because it is located between the sandwich wall and the gable of Tiangong Temple.

Yang Fan was dressed in a civilian robe, standing at the door of the house, looking at the gray-brown gables on the left and right, and the cornices and corners also showed traces of time, it seemed that this mansion was very old.

This is the residence of Miao Shenke's family.

The little boy who answered the door ran back out of breath after a while, his little face was flushed, with a pair of big black eyes, and he said politely to Yang Fan: "Lang Jun has been waiting for a long time, Mr. said that he has not seen outsiders for a long time, and he doesn't want to break the rules for Lang Jun, may I ask Lang Jun to come to the door, is there anything wrong?" ”

Only then did Yang Fan know that this young boy was actually a student of Miao Shenke, so he said, "Didn't the little brother tell your husband that I have a letter written by Shangguan to be edicted?" ”

Xiao Tong grinned, he was only seven or eight years old, and he was changing his teeth, and this smile showed his jagged teeth: "The boy said it, and it is because of this that Mr. asked the boy to ask Lang Jun what he meant, otherwise, I am afraid that he will not ask." ”

Yang Fan said: "In this case, please reply to Mr., just say that the "General Xue Monument" that Mr. kept in the palace was accidentally damaged, and Shangguan was deeply sorry for the edict, and specially ordered me to ask Mr. Miao to give another ink treasure!" ”

"That's ......"

Xiao Tong scratched his head and nodded simply: "Then you wait, the kid has asked Mr. again!" ”

After the little guy finished speaking, he rushed away again, and after a while, he ran back and said, "Lang Jun, please come in!" ”

Yang Fan stepped into the gate, and the little boy led him inside.

Yang Fan looked at the situation in the courtyard attentively, the shadow wall on the side of the door or flowers, birds, fish and insects, or the freehand landscape ink paintings, all have some years, the ground is a road paved with cobblestones, and the grinding of time makes them smooth and round, walking on it. There is a quiet and remote wilderness.

There are also some plots in the yard that look like they were once flower beds. The low earthen enclosure had long since collapsed, and there were wild grasses and unknown flowers blooming randomly in the east and west, revealing a little desolation.

There was no movement in the yard. It seems that the people of the Miao family usually stay in the backyard, Yang Fan looked around and asked, "Little brother." What is your name? ”

Xiao Tong said: "Kid Du Xian." ”

Yang Fan said: "Oh, does Master Ling live here and accept many students?" ”

Du walked leisurely and said, "Mr. has never accepted many students, just because my father is busy with official business, he has no time to educate the boy, and he is friendly with the boy, so he entrusts the boy to teach the boy." ”

Yang Fan said: "Oh? Is Ling Zun an official in the DPRK and China? ”

Du Xian said: "My father is a straight scholar of the Xiuwen Pavilion. ”

At the time, people did not shy away from their names, and there was no need to add words to their father's words. However, as a sign of respect, it is necessary to add a common word. In general, though, unless you're a particularly famous person. You speak words, not names. How can others know whose child you are? The little fellow proudly said his father's name, and it seemed that his father was very famous.

It's a pity that Yang Fan doesn't know much about the famous literati nowadays. I don't know that this Du Bijian is Du Xianyan in the "Four Friends of the Article". He didn't have the ability to predict the future, so naturally he didn't know that the little urchin in front of him was the biological father of the poet Du Fu. This Du Zhenyan is arrogant and arrogant, and he is the most unexpected, and he is willing to entrust his son to the teachings of Miao Shenke, which shows that he also recognizes Miao Shenke's knowledge.

Du Xian led Yang Fan into an elegant guest hall in the middle courtyard, and saluted him: "Lang Jun, please sit down, Mr. just learned that Lang Jun came to know, and he has already begun to look for the old collection of notes, and now he must have found it, the kid went to study ink to serve, and when the inscription is written, he will send it to Lang Jun!" ”

Yang Fan was stunned, this Miao Shenke really can't avoid people, I came with a letter from the official waiting for the edict, and he dared to be so big?

At this time, a Cui Hu clear oil truck slowly drove across the Tianjin Bridge, turned into Shangshanfang, and passed in front of Tiangong Temple.

Lao Niu walked slowly with steady steps, and in the car, a handsome man quietly opened the sedan curtain and looked outside, looking back and said, "Lady, we are almost there." ”

This person is the right guard Zhonglang general Wu Youji, and there is a woman sitting in the car, about thirty years old, wearing a light cyan white orchid skirt, wearing a jade-colored half arm, with a face like a full moon, bright eyes and long eyebrows, but it is Wu Youji's wife Li, Mrs. Li's single name is a Yue character.

Wu Youji put down the sedan curtain and said worriedly: "Why did Wu Sansi invite me to do it for no reason? I'm afraid that there is no good banquet. ”

Li Yue gently grabbed his arm and said softly: "What are you worried about, Lang Jun is always his own brother, can he still harm you?" ”

Wu Youji patted her arm and said, "Yue'er, you don't know anything." My cousin, of course, won't harm me, and there's no need to harm me, but it's hard to guarantee that he won't let me help him harm others. ”

Li Yue grabbed his big hand, gently touched his soft cheek a few times, and said softly: "Lang Jun has always been unaccustomed to the domineering of the Wu family, and the concubine naturally knows it. If Lang Jun is really hard, let's quit and go back to our hometown in Taiyuan. ”

Wu Youji smiled bitterly: "Yue'er, what you said is easy. Our martial arts family declined because of the Queen Mother, and it also prospered because of the Queen Mother, and success or failure depended on the Queen Mother. When you want to be an official, you can't help us, you don't want to be an official, you can't help us, if you resign for your husband and don't do it, I'm afraid you will never be able to see your family again, even if you return to your hometown in Taiyuan, you won't have a good life. ”

Li Yue sighed and said: "The concubine naturally knows what Lang Jun is like, but no matter what Lang Jun does, he is destined to be a member of the martial family, and he will be both prosperous and lose with the martial family." Since we can't get rid of it, we have no choice but to make a mistake. I believe that after the Queen Mother ascends the throne, there will be less place to use Lang Jun, if Lang Jun is unwilling to stay in the eunuch journey, then find a way to withdraw. ”

Wu Youji let out a long sigh and said, "That's it." ”

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