Chang’an’s First Beauty

In the evening, Lu Yan returned to Chengyuan as scheduled.

Yang Zongzheng led Ma Chao to the stables, and Lu Yan suddenly turned around and said, "I will return to the official mansion today."

Yang Zong was very surprised. He stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Won't Shi Ziye stay tonight?"

Lu Yan glanced at the shadowy figure in the study, and whispered, "No."

Dim light spilled in every corner of the room. Shen Zhen was sitting on a square chair, holding an ivory brush in his hand, nodding and lowering his eyebrows while writing something.

Lu Yan appeared at the door only after hearing a squeak.

Shen Zhen raised his head and immediately stood up and called out: "My lord."

Lu Yan walked straight to her.

Shen Zhen hurriedly said: "I finished writing the letter to my eldest sister, thinking that I haven't practiced Chinese for a long time, so I sat for a while." She paused, and then said: "It's a waste of two adults."

Lu Yan looked down at her words and had to say, really surprised.

Unexpectedly, she is not very big, but she writes extraordinarily elegant writing. The horizontal paintings are as flat and uneven as the scales of the fish; the vertical paintings are like reining a horse, relaxed and tightened, with a self-contained momentum. (1)

He stretched out his index finger and clicked on the copybook, and said, "You write the word'ink' again and let me see it."

Shen Zhen nodded, moistened his ink, and slowly wrote down.

From this look, Lu Yan found that her Zang Feng's starting and ending strokes were very clever. If she wanted to go left, she went right first, and when she reached the end of the left, she went back to the right. The whole word flowed smoothly, which was really good. (1)

Leaving aside that she is her own outer room, Lu Yan is also a talent cherishing person. He thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow, I will ask someone to send you more paper. Don't leave such a good pen and ink."

Hearing this, Shen Zhen's pair of water-cut pupils had a little more light, and he whispered: "My lord, I like it."

Lu Yan said, "Is the letter written?"

Shen Zhen nodded, and hurriedly opened the letter to his hand, with the intention of letting him review, "Sir, I only reported to the eldest sister that I was safe, and did not say where I was."

He glanced up and down, gave a low "um", and then received the letter.

Lu Yan glanced out the window, thinking that it was time to leave, but Shen Zhen took the initiative to hug his waist, those thin white arms, with a pleasant fragrance, "My lord, I made a bowl of lotus seeds today. Lamb soup, would you like to drink it?" God knows, she tossed about this bowl of soup for a whole day.

Shen Zhen's voice was soft and faint, speaking, as if a woman touched a man's cheek with her delicate fingertips.

Extraordinarily attractive.

Lu Yan's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously turned the jade pull finger in his hand.

For some reason, the words of his colleagues suddenly poured into his ears during the day-this affair was the most difficult to end.

Master Lu, what do you think?

At this moment, he thought that he was not a bit stronger than Wenyuan.

It is absurd that Wenyuan confuses his wives and concubines. He is not Wenyuan, and she will not become the hanged outer room.

The candles in the house are very dark, and the wind in winter is very cool.

His look was dull and unclear, better than the sticky Hui ink beside him.

Lu Yan turned around and squeezed Shen Zhen's jaw, and asked her with a smile, "Is this a reward?"

Shen Zhen's eyes were clear, like washed grapes.

She shook her head gently, "How can it be considered a reward if a bowl of soup is nothing?"

Lu Yan squinted at her hidden beauty, and placed his hand on her waist involuntarily.

He rubbed her thumb twice, then slowly down, patted her, "Go and bring it."

Shen Zhen blushed instantly by his seemingly random actions, biting his lower lip and said: "Then, wait a minute, I'm going to heat it up."

"Good." Lu Yan said.

After a while, Shen Zhen came over with a bowl of mutton soup and put it on the table.

She gently scooped it with a spoon, and said to Lu Yan, "Sir, taste it?"

Lu Yan took it and took a bite.

The scent is there when it enters the mouth, but what is not beautiful is that it has a smell of mutton.

Lu Yan wanted to close the lid, but seeing her shining eyes, after all, he endured all the discomforts and took two more sips.

After a while.

He put down the porcelain spoon, and the cup made a crisp sound.

Shen Zhen knew that he had always eaten less at night, and as soon as he got up to clean up, he found that his waist was grabbed by someone.

At this moment, she was like an elk in the wilderness being spotted by tigers and leopards.

Still in the study, still in this posture, Shen Zhen's calves trembled, and he did not dare to look back at his eyes.

She is so nervous, how can he not notice?

Lu Yan wrapped her body from behind, bit her ear deliberately, and ordered: "Turn your head."

In matters of men and women, Shen Zhen has always been dependent on him. On the one hand, she had little room for resistance, and on the other hand, she discovered that the more she feared, the more he would come.

Shen Zhen settled down and did what he said.

When the four eyes met, I saw those cold and solemn eyes on weekdays, and suddenly there was a smile with ease.

The corner of his mouth was pouted with mockery, which Shen Zhen had never seen before in the dark, his appearance.

"Here, go back." He asked her in a dumb voice.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhen was amnesty, and two little white hands immediately climbed up on his shirt, and said anxiously: "Go back."

Look, people are like this, with a worse choice, it will be easier to satisfy the other.

Yang Zong waited outside for a while, but he didn't see the son of the dead coming out. He didn't know what to do, he saw Lu Yan holding his waist and walking into Lanyue Pavilion.

Yang Zong shook the reins in the wind and rain, patted the horse's neck, and whispered: "It seems that you still have to go back to the stable tonight."

—

The end of the year is approaching, and the snow is the biggest since the beginning of winter.

This day happened to be Erfang Xiao's birthday.

Everyone was talking in one place, and a little maid walked to Xiao's side and said: "Mrs. Granny, the noodles are ready."

The dishes have been served three times, and the Lord Zhen Guo and his two younger brothers moved aside to drink. For the sake of fun, a few juniors started shouting to play Feihualing.

Except for the big house with only one single seedling for Lu Yan, the other two houses both gave birth to a son and a daughter, namely, Lu Ye and Lu Yu in the second house; Lu Ting and Lu Heng in the third house.

The great-grandson whom the old lady loves now is born by Lu Ye's daughter-in-law, Shen Man. Tracing back to its roots, Shen Man is also Shen's daughter, but she is just a sideline.

Just for fun, this flying flower will naturally not be too difficult to play.

At this time, Lu Heng pointed to the snow outside and said, "How about choosing the word ‘snow’ if it’s a scene?"

Everyone has no objection.

Feihualing is not difficult. To put it bluntly, it is to pick up ancient poems in turn. Today's rule is to pick up poems with the word "Snow". Of course, the first person said the beginning with the word "snow", and when the second one took the poem, "snow" would be placed second, and so on.

Whoever fails to pick it up will have to punish himself for a cup.

Lu Yu spoke first, "The front courtyard is full of snow and the moonlight is idle."

Then Lu Ting said: "Chunxuekong is obliquely outside."

After the second sentence, it happened to arrive at Lu Heng. There are a lot of poems with the snow before and after the snow, but the third one alone is a little harder...

Lu Heng thought for a long time, then whispered: "Welcome to the spring and the snow is extremely beautiful." After that, her own eyes moved.

Lu Ting would not expose his aunt's sister, nor would Lu Yu, but Lu Yan was different. He glanced at Lu Heng and said bluntly: "Your rhythm is wrong, right."

Being exposed on the spot, Lu Heng's face couldn't help but blush.

She didn't know that she was slumped in the first round. She wanted to act like a coquettish and said that the first time does not count, so Lu Yan reached out and poured him a glass of wine.

With a pair of eyes, she was a little desperate.

The third brother blocked her mouth in advance!

She thought for a while and toasted.

But history is always surprisingly similar. After changing positions, after a few laps, there are fewer and fewer poems with "snow", but it is still Lu Heng who is deflated in return, causing her to grab her hair and say: "Morning Knowing that the winter is over, what is the snow?"

She glanced at Lu Yan who was staring at her wine glass, and wailed: "As for the third brother's temper, when will I have a third sister-in-law?"

Wen heard this and patted her head hurriedly, "Are you supposed to say this?"

Wen's words sounded like they were educating Lu Heng, but the tone and expression were clearly saying-Lu Yan couldn't find a wife. The whole family knew it. Do you use it?

The old lady said from the side: "Heng girl is like that all the time, but I don't want to work harder, I know that it is unreasonable to blame your third brother."

As soon as the voice fell, the few people on the table didn't collapse, and they all laughed.

Lu Yan touched the tip of his nose, and said helplessly: "The co-author grandmother also thinks that I am unreasonable?"

Old lady Lu handed him a "yes" expression.

At this moment, Elder Yun, who was holding Mrs. Lu's hands, suddenly "chuckled" and laughed, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the little guy.

Lu Yan was also considered saved.

Because Lang Ming'er was worth the money, the seats were scattered a little earlier.

After returning to Chongya Garden, Princess Jing'an sighed again and again, her bright eyes were stained with sorrow.

Lord Zhen Guo Lu Jun put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Why sigh again?"

The eldest princess rubbed her eyebrows, "Did you not hear what I said on the table today? Now even Sister Heng knows to beat him with the marriage." As soon as the Meng family's daughter left, everyone in the family house knew about Lu Yan's marriage. , Soaked again.

Lu Jun unloaded the pearl hairpins for the eldest princess one by one, and then said: "Getting married is a big deal, and I can't be anxious. And next year, I guess the saint has the intention to transfer him out. If he becomes a relative right now, maybe he will have to send the bride Left in the cold for a long time."

Upon hearing this, the eldest princess's tone rose instantly, "In another year? In another year, he will be twenty-four! No, tomorrow I will go into the palace and talk to the saint." If one is dissatisfied, he will enter. Gong, this is Princess Jingan.

"Jing'an, don't be fooling around. He is Shaoyin in Jingzhao Mansion. He has a lot of affairs. Just..."

Before Lu Jun finished speaking, she was interrupted by Princess Jing'an, "I went to Pingkangfang for a lot of things? Do you know where Brother Yan stayed the other day? You know that Meng's daughter. Why did you leave? It is said that Zhizi is not a father, otherwise the Lord of the country will tell me what he thinks?"

When Lu Jun saw that she was about to have an attack, he quickly covered the princess's mouth and hugged her directly on the couch.

"Jing'an, I'm asleep."

—

Who knows that the Lord Zhen Guo has the ability to predict things like a god. On the following day, on the seventh day of the court, the **** screamed for the next court, and Lu Yan was named and left behind by the saint.

In the study, Emperor Cheng Yuan handed Lu Yan a secret letter and said in a low voice: "I order you to go to Yangzhou as the son of a wealthy businessman in Jingzhou."

Yangzhou.

After Lu Yan heard this, his heart beat fiercely and couldn't help frowning.

The author has something to say: (1) Reference to Cai Yong's "Nine Situations" in the Eastern Han Dynasty

Okay, I'm going to write the story of my heart! Don't worry, you will not have a long-distance relationship.

You can guess, what should be the hero's identity?