He spoke very gently one moment, and then suddenly pressed down the delicate woman in his arms like a hungry tiger pounced on food.

Jun Zilin screamed, and her small fist hammered him, "What are you doing, come again...... Not! ”

Before dawn on the second day, Jun Zilin woke up and Zhou Shen had already gotten up and was packing up his robe.

"Why so early?" Jun Zilin's complaining voice, she leaned her chin and looked at the man who was changing clothes not far away.

Women can't be satisfied, and of course there will be resentment.

Now Jun Zilin also feels it.

Last night's scene before going to bed, Zhou Shen ...... again Didn't satisfy her.

"No, I have to follow him secretly, to see where he goes, who he meets, and why is he so forceful?" Jun Zilin secretly said to herself in her heart, Zhou Shen was holding back like a poison, which was really strange.

"Concubine."

After Zhou Yan cleaned up, he walked to the couch, leaned over and kissed the little woman who was squinting at him, hooked her little tongue all the way, and jumped over and over, causing her to tremble and gasp.

When the two separated, Jun Zilin was already drunk on the couch.

Secretly scolding herself for not making a profit, Jun Zilin propped up her reddish cheeks and raised her eyes to look at Zhou Yan who was leaving: "When will you come back?" ”

"Soon." Zhou Yan replied, and then opened the door and went out.

He was dressed in an ordinary robe today, not like he was going to meet a lover.

After Jun Zilin waited for Zhou Ember to leave, she rolled over on the couch again, thinking nonsense in her heart, "But even if he doesn't look good, that appearance is already the most dazzling coat." I didn't paint him makeup today, he went out with that bewitching face, and it was strange that he wasn't taken away by other women. ”

"Little eagle, you come out."

"Goo."

Hearing the call of his master, the eagle flew from the top of the bed, landed on the edge, and stuck out his head, looked down, and called twice, as if to ask something.

"Come down, little one."

Jun Zilin beckoned to it, and the little eagle flew down and landed steadily on the bed beside the master.

"Little Diao'er, how about you keep an eye on Zhou Yan?"

Jun Zilin stroked the big bird's head and asked softly.

The only one who can catch up with Zhou Ember is Xiaodiao.

However, it is also necessary to prevent the small eagle from being bought by Zhou Yan.

"Let's have a hearty breakfast later, you keep an eye on Zhou Yan, if there is a mistake, I can't spare you!" Jun Zilin picked up the little eagle, gently stroked its feather back, and said with a smile.

Xiao Diao shivered fiercely and "cooed".

Jun Zilin couldn't understand what it was called, but after getting along for a long time, she could always understand a little.

She stroked the delicate and shiny feathers of the little eagle, and said softly, "Let's go, let's eat quickly, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with Zhou Ember in a while." ”

Jun Zilin got up to change her clothes, and then called Xiao Er to come and serve a hearty breakfast.

Xiao Diao stood on the table, eating this and eating that, and kept "cooing" twice, his voice was loud, obviously happy.

"Hurry up and eat, you have to go to work after eating, hurry up."

"Goo-goo!" The eagle screamed happily, but this time it was full of enthusiasm for the owner.

One man and one bird eat happily.

After the bridge stall in the next room heard the door of the house here, where did he dare to sleep, he immediately tidied himself up, waited outside the door, and waited for the summons of the princess.

After eating breakfast, Jun Zilin opened the window shoulder and let Xiao Diao fly out, not forgetting to instruct before leaving, "There is a better meal to eat when you come back, Xiao Diao, you have to keep an eye on Zhou Yan, don't lose it!" ”

"Wow-"

The little eagle shouted back with high spirits.

Then Jun Zilin opened the door, left with the bridge stall, and went to Tao Zhixian first to meet the old man.

In the early morning of Chengzheng City, everything has not yet been rolled out in the market.

In the city of Zhengcheng, under the faint sky, pedestrians are scattered. From time to time, a few rains fall, cool and icy.

Raising his head slightly, the drizzle condensed and fell on his face.

Jun Zilin stretched out her hand to catch it, and felt a coldness.

The bridge stall followed left and right, carefully observing the face, and at the same time being a superficial county master.

The group strode away and headed towards Zeng's mansion.

When he arrived at the gate of Zeng's mansion, Qiao Zhixian looked at the princess first, in order to ask for the meaning of the princess. But seeing that the other party didn't even look at himself, the bridge file was slightly embarrassed, and immediately went to call the door.

Then Tao Zhixian rushed out.

He's obviously a lot more experienced than the bridge.

He glanced at the princess, showing a respectful look, and then disappeared in a flash, turning into the official and authoritative appearance of his life, and went to the palace with the bridge stall.

The stewards already knew them, and they did not pay much attention to them, but ordered their men to come and serve tea and so on.

waited outside for half an hour with tea before he was "summoned" by Master Zeng.

At this point, Tao Zhixian took Qiao Zhixian and a group of guards to the inner house where Master Zeng was.

Before I could go inside, I heard bursts of laughter from inside. After being allowed to enter, Jun Zilin saw that Master Zeng had entertained others.

The old man, with gray hair and a vermilion robe with delicate Fushou patterns, was talking to a few people in front of him.

One of the people present was Guanyong Hou Mu Hanbo; The other two people, Jun Zilin didn't know each other, but they must have been members of the imperial court, and they came here, but it was also because of the relationship between the eldest son. After all, they are studying together in the Hanlin Residence of the Great Prince Zeng, although the official rank is not very large, but there is room for promotion.

Jun Zilin thought about it secretly, so she followed the other guards and stood on the side, looking for an opportunity to talk to Master Zeng alone.

At this time, she felt a strong gaze, Jun Zilin looked up and followed the line of sight, and found that it was Mu Hanbo who was looking at her, he was holding a teacup, casually drinking tea and enjoying it here, as if he was enjoying a bunch of blooming flowers.

Jun Zilin: "......" is really ostentatious!

"Master Hou, these guards don't have a match, why don't you send a few of them?" Ouyang Bing, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, who was sitting next to Mu Hanbo, said with a smile.

On the other side, Su Duchuan, a Hanlin scholar, sat quietly, did not make a sound, and quietly looked at the expressions of the two people in the field.

One is the Book of Rites, and the other is the Marquis of Guanyong. None of them can be ridiculed at will, so Su Duchuan was silent next to him.

Seeing this, the old man Zeng obviously wanted to do his best as the friendship of the master's family, so he waved his hand generously, pointed to the guards standing on the side and said, "If the master doesn't dislike it, just choose a few at will, and the old man will ensure that you are satisfied!" ”

"Oh, really?"

When Mu Hanbo heard this, he seemed to snort a little contemptuously, with a cold edge in his eyes, and turned his eyes to squint.

Master Zeng was looked at by him, and he was shocked on the spot for a while, and he was a little afraid of such a terrifying look in this Mu Hanbo. Holding on, Master Zeng laughed dryly, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes." As he spoke, he looked at Ouyang Bing, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, but he muttered in his heart. He dealt with Mu Hanbo a few years ago, because of a battle, and although he was old, he was also sent to guard the city.

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