Chang’an’s First Beauty

The night wind blew through the gaps in the window to the swaying candlelight. When the wind came slowly, it shook slightly, and when the wind came, it couldn't help but twitch.

It looked very like, he passed through her hair and secretly pressed the palm of his hand.

Shen Zhen's skirts were all piled on her waist.

She bit her lip and refused to say a word. She only looked at the carved beam with her squiggly eyes. She never dared to look away, and she couldn't help but become cautious when she breathed.

He changed his posture, and she suddenly lost weight, causing her to quickly hook his neck with her hands.

Seeing her curled up in his arms, Lu Yan couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity. Seeing that she was obedient, he lowered his head and bit her red ear.

Who knows that these little ears are simply Shen Zhen's fate.

When he clicked her mouth, she gave her a violent shock. The hand hooked on her neck suddenly struggled hard, and her thin nails cut directly across his skin, and three blood stains appeared on the neck instantly.

Shen Zhenwan didn't expect that he had used so much force. Seeing that he was bleeding, he couldn't help being a little scared, and hurriedly called out, "My lord, my lord."

It's just that at this time, most men don't feel the pain, but feel that her two trembling adults are even more boring.

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When the two came out of the study, Lu Yan was holding the lamp, and Shen Zhen was walking with his head buried in his cloak, three steps one after another.

He was quite cooperative on the sidelines, walking extremely slowly, and did not say anything to urge her.

After entering Lanyue Pavilion, Shen Zhen folded the cloak on his body, with his head still low. After a long while, he soaked a veil in water and walked to him, reaching out to wipe the blood stains for him.

Lu Yan's complexion was already pale, plus the blood clotting from the wound at first glance, it was really conspicuous.

Shen Zhen had always been afraid of him. Seeing him raise his neck to cooperate, he didn't make a sound, and the strength in his hands couldn't help being lightened again.

Lu Yan lowered his eyes slightly and saw the panic in her eyes.

He took the kerchief and patted her, "Okay, I'll do it myself." With her little strength, I am afraid that it will be wiped until tomorrow morning.

Lu Yan wiped it at random, then turned to turn off the light.

The two lay down together, but Shen Zhen was in a state of confusion. She had thought to suggest to him about seeing her big sister in the past two days, but she didn't think that she would offend him again.

For the first time, Shen Zhen moved in his direction, "My lord," she whispered softly.

Lu Yan let out an "um".

"Tomorrow, I will sharpen my nails, will you be okay?" Shen Zhen's voice was soft and soft, and everything was flattering in his ears.

But Lu Yan just eats her set.

If she was silent, he would probably still think that she was ignorant, but listening to her say so, he couldn't help but feel a little intolerable.

Her hands were extremely beautiful, white and slender, and even her nails were powdery. She clenched it hard as if she were boneless.

Lu Yan was silent for a while, then put his hand on her earlobe again in a blink of an eye, fiddled back and forth like evil, and said dumbly: "No."

This time, Shen Zhen tensed her body and finally didn't scratch him anymore.

The night is quiet and dark, her flustered eyes are as bright as stars, and she is very lover.

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The next morning, Shen Zhen waited for him to change clothes. She raised her eyes to look at the scratches on his neck. She was a little guilty, "My lord, otherwise... I'd better cover it up."

Lu Yan looked down at Shen Zhen and asked her, "Have you ever heard of it?"

Shen Zhen heard the irony in his mouth, darkened his eyes, and said nothing.

Anyway, she thought about it clearly, and covering her face with a veil for a while was better than anything. Today, she is the staff of Jingzhao Mansion and a painter. It has nothing to do with him.

After wearing them, Shen Zhen went out with Lu Yan.

The carriage circled the noisy and lively streets, and passed through a few small roads, slowly drove to the gate of Jingzhao Mansion. The huge plaque stood on the head impressively, looking very solemn and solemn.

Sun Shaoyin arrived before them. Seeing Lu Yan took a woman out of the carriage, he moved his eyes and greeted him, "This is?"

"The painter I invited." Lu Yan said.

Sun Shaoyin hurriedly made the compilation, turned to look at Lu Yan, and saw the three seals on his neck, "Master Lu, how did you get this neck?"

Lu Yan said blankly: "Scratch."

Sun Shaoyin's expression was a bit subtle now. He asked how he did it, but he didn't ask what the wound was. He was also Shaoyin who was equal to him anyway, how could he not see that it was a scratch.

He was curious about who did it and how he did it.

After all, it was the first time he saw Master Lu hang up, and the five words he immediately thought of were hard to dispel the grace of beauty.

Sun Shaoyin couldn't bear his curiosity, and said, "But Miss Yun did it?" Master Lu's carriage stopped at Hualiu Lane every day, but he could see clearly.

Hearing this, Lu Yan murmured something softly on Sun Shaoyin's side, only to see that Sun Shaoyin's face changed drastically, and he waved his hand to apologize.

Shen Zhen, who was on the side, couldn't think of breaking her head. Lu Yan actually said to him: The reason why the painter I brought is wearing a hat is because she has just passed fourteen and has not yet been out of the cabinet.

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After an hour, they came to the Song House in Xuanpingfang.

When the second elder of the Song family saw that a female painter was coming today, he did not stop, and after an announcement, he let Shen Zhen into the house.

Because Lu Yan still wanted to hear what the Song family's daughter said, he gave the second elder of the Song family a silent gesture and stood under the eaves.

Shen Zhen entered the door and looked at—Song Ling'er dressed in white, sitting on the bed with her knees hugged, her eyes hollow, like the wind would fall down.

After she sat down, she took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked her softly as Lu Yan told her, "Can Miss Song repeat that person's appearance again?"

One advantage of this soft voice is that what she says will not make people feel offensive.

Song Ling'er looked at her and said at will: "The man has a beard, his eyes are big, his nose is also high, and he is always fierce and evil."

Listening to her description, Shen Zhen really couldn't write accurately, so she said again: "Ms. Song, can you recall, is she a beard or a goatee?"

After Song Ling'er heard this, her eyes trembled, and she raised her hand and raised Shen Zhen's inkstone, "You officials, are you going to investigate the case or torturing me, an innocent person?" Song Ling'er was very excited, even her voice changed. It's a bit sharp.

Shen Zhen didn't care about the ink scattered everywhere on the ground, but instead held Song Ling'er's hand. To be so excited, I just remembered something.

Shen Zhen had just read the submission of this case in Jingzhao Mansion. What the Song family experienced, she naturally knew, "Miss Song, I naturally understand you..."

Song Ling'er interrupted her directly and looked at her with tears of tears and said: "How can you understand? To a lady like you, I am afraid that you will never experience it in your life, being pressed on your body and tortured wantonly, what is it like!"

Shen Zhen leaned forward and hugged her, gently stroking Song Linger's back with her little hand, and said, "I have also experienced it."

As soon as these words came out, Song Linger inside the house and Lu Yan outside the house were both startled.

Although Shen Zhen is wearing a drapery hat and a veil, the hair accessories can be seen. It is clearly the bun of the girl who has not left the pavilion.

Song Ling'er murmured, "How could... this is impossible."

In order to appease her, Shen Zhen gritted her teeth and had to dial her neckline and let her take a look at the red marks on it. The man loved to make her all over, although it didn't hurt, but it looked a bit tragic.

Now Song Ling'er looked at Shen Zhen's eyes and couldn't help but change a little.

Seeing that she was no longer in conflict, Shen Zhen quickly said: "Since ancient times, women have been constrained by etiquette. After such evil things, they can only blame themselves. But Miss Song thinks carefully, if the government hasn't caught the gangster, let alone Chang'an. Will there be more girls killed, it's Miss Song you, if they know you are still alive, can they let you go?"

Song Ling'er had never thought of such a thing. For the past two days, she had been afraid of those evil spirits coming to her door.

She clenched her fist, thought for a long time, and said, "But my eyes were covered, I really didn't see it."

Shen Zhen really empathized with these words. Thinking back to her first time, she was also blindfolded by the person, "Miss Song, she was treated like that, although she was scared, there are some things that can't be forgotten, such as stature... "

Before Shen Zhen could finish the question, Lu Yan couldn't listen anymore.

His slender figure was stretched by the sunlight, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes grew darker.

Treated like that, treated like that, how did he treat her?

He touched her, didn't she take the initiative too?

He was so courageous that he compared him with those people.

When Shen Zhen finished painting, another half hour passed and he stepped out of the threshold to see Lu Yan's arms folded, staring at her with a smile.

At the moment, Shen Zhen felt that he had done a good job, so naturally he didn't examine his eyes carefully.

At this time, Sun Xu hurried over and said to Shen Zhen: "But did you draw it?"

Shen Zhen nodded, "What Ms. Song said this time is slightly different from what was written in the submission. The person she saw that day should have a big face, high cheekbones, thin eyes, and a head taller than Ms. Song. Thin. For some reason, when I was painting, I felt that the man was not a Han, but rather a Xianbei." After that, Shen Zhen handed the painting in his hand to Sun Xu.

Sun Xu took it over and saw, the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became, and he said to Lu Yan: "Master Lu, did Wang Zhao's relatives marry Xianbei?"

Lu Yan nodded, "It is true."

Sun Xu said: "Then Master Lu will send Mr. back home, I have to go back to the Yamen again."

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After getting on the carriage, Shen Zhen took off his hat.

She raised her hand to adjust her sideburns and looked at Lu Yan and said, "My lord, is my hair messy?"

Looking at her clear gaze, Lu Yan twitched the corners of her lips, really out of breath.

At this moment, the wheel just pressed over a few uneven spots, and the body shook, and Shen Zhen, who was playing with the bun, accidentally fell on him.

Even if she didn't mean to, such a posture meant a bit of throwing her arms around.

The author has something to say: Does he deserve to be scratched?