Chang’an’s First Beauty

With the sound of Qingxi's lord, Shen Zhen's surprised eyes widened.

"Girl?" Mother An said.

Shen Zhen attached to Mother An's ear and said, "I should go now. I'll talk to Mother about this later next time."

She pushed out the door, raised her eyes, and met the man's eyes.

A candlelight in the room reflected on him.

His figure was long and straight, and his face was arrogant and arrogant. Seeing her come out, he just said lightly, "It's time to go."

The three characters are clear and cold, and can't distinguish between happiness and anger at all.

Shen Zhen moved to his side, subconsciously touched the pearl hairpin on his head, and then said nonchalantly: "When did you come?" That's how people are, and they don't regret anything before they blurt out.

When I really said it, I wanted to bite my tongue.

This is really overwhelming.

Lu Yan looked down at her, with a wistful smile at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Just arrived."

Hearing what he said, Shen Zhen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's a pity that she didn't look back. If she looked back, she would be able to see the clear stream that shook her head crazily and made her eyes look behind.

Lu Yan walked out, and Shen Zhen silently followed.

He took the horse and motioned for her to go up by himself.

Shen Zhen tried two times without success, then turned around and said: "My lord...I can't step on it, can you teach me one more time?" Shen Zhen looked at his eyes, feeling anxious.

She always felt that he heard it.

Lu Yan glanced at her, shackled her waist with both hands expressionlessly, and lifted it up.

Shen Zhen grabbed the horse bridle and mounted the saddle.

Lu Yan turned around immediately.

On the way back, his speed obviously slowed down a lot. Shen Zhen, who was in his arms, always looked up at him, once or twice. After the third time, Lu Yan finally couldn't help raising the reins and stopping. Look down at her.

The bright crescent moon hung in the sky, and the leaves in the deep forest were rustling.

The silhouette of a man and a woman riding a horse stood in the bleak evening breeze.

From a distance, it is indeed imaginative.

Shen Zhen leaned against his solid chest.

Lu Yan knew that this was her usual method to please him. He could not help but sneered.

Isn't it broken?

Isn't it broken?

What do you do by coming here?

Although he didn't say a word, Shen Zhen listened to his undulating heartbeat, and he was sure that he had heard it.

She is not qualified to say the beginning of this dew marriage, nor is she qualified to say the end. She just thought, according to his temper, when he gets married, she shouldn't leave an outside room and leave a mess for his bride.

She wanted to wait until then to mention leaving.

Now is obviously not the time.

She took his hand in favor.

Her hands are soft and white, seemingly boneless, as if they can rub a person's heart softly.

When the two words "love and desire" merge into the middle of the night, it will burn like dry wood when it meets a fire.

Seeing that he hadn't escaped, Shen Zhen raised his head and kissed his sharp apple.

Her lips are moist, soft and moist, like a goblet of spirits, which makes people happy and sinking...

Lu Yan's Adam's apple slowly slipped, his eyes were stained with an unknown dark color, and the hand holding the rein couldn't help but the blue veins burst.

After a while, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips and said dumbly: "Shen Zhen, don't tease me."

Such a charming pair of peachy eyes, such a cold tone, really played the romantic and alienation just right.

Shen Zhen looked at him and was about to speak, but his jaw was lifted slightly.

His wanton gaze was like saying to her, "Don't hook me, I don't care if I am on horseback at the moment."

Shen Zhen whispered: "Is your lord angry?"

Proud like Lu Yan, how can it be possible to hear the corner angry?

Just as she was about to explain, Lu Yan suddenly saw two figures appearing in another part of the dense forest.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he took her into his arms and pressed them closely together, and whispered in her ear: "Someone, don't move, don't make a sound."

He leaned down, and immediately, the close kiss fell...

Lightly heavy, lightly heavy.

In less than a moment, a few mottled patches fell on her white cheeks.

Shen Zhen lied in his arms obediently, and didn't dare to hide, so he could only cooperate with him to make some fascinating marks.

He lifted his hand and took off her hairpin, a blue silk pouring down...

Another part of the dense forest.

The person kneeling on the ground was carrying a baggage and folded his hands together and said: "Pang, please read on your old feelings, let me go, I swear, I will not say anything! That letter, I will The original party will not burn it, and will never pass it to the saint."

"I will bring the matter of Yangzhou City to the coffin!"

The standing person said nothing, but the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

Lu Yan got off his horse, and Shen Zhen followed.

The two of them approached with their voices, "Get closer to me." Lu Yan said.

When they approached, the man with the sword suddenly said: "Who!" A cold sword drew across the sky, reflected in the moonlight, and pointed directly at the two of them.

Lu Yan lit the flames on his body, and a beam of flames rose, immediately illuminating the dark and silent dense forest.

With his eyes facing each other, Lu Yan's eyes immediately changed, and he bowed and said, "It was Pang who did it." His name was Pang Shu, and he was one of the most powerful people under Zhao Chong's hands.

When Pang Shu saw it as "Wei Xun", he couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and said vigilantly: "Why is Young Master Wei here now?"

These old men of Zhao Chong had always been very defensive against Lu Yan, until Lu Yan had taken over the transport of private salt for Zhao Chong before they regarded him as their own.

But at this moment, isn't it a coincidence?

Pang Shu was thinking about it, and saw Shen Zhen slowly standing out from behind Lu Yan.

Her clothes are disheveled, her hair is messy, her cheeks are red...

Pang Shu saw it, and immediately reacted, with a smile on his face, "It's disturbing Young Master Wei."

Since he arrived in Yangzhou, Lu Yan has gained a reputation for being "indifferent", and it is "reasonable" to be bumped into this thing right now.

Lu Yan walked over and said, "Dare to ask Pang Engage, what's the matter?"

Pang Shu spit, and said, "He is seeking his own way, and can't blame others." After that, Pang Shu handed a letter to Lu Yan.

This is a memorial. A memorandum to be presented to the saint.

Lu Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, had seen him. His name was Nie Yuan, a county lieutenant in Yangzhou, and the person under Zhao Chong's hands.

Lu Yan looked at the notes in his hand, pretending that he didn't understand too much, and said, "This is..."

Pang Shu said: "Prince Wei doesn't know yet. The person who had been drinking with his brothers two days ago has now been promoted. From the county lieutenant, he has become Zuo Supplement, and a bachelor of Hanlin."

Don't think Zuo Shiyi is just an eighth-rank little official, but there is a good saying, "The pheasant at the feet of the emperor can become a phoenix." An official like Zuo Shiyi who specializes in advising the emperor must not be underestimated.

When he heard that he was promoted, the memo in that hand became much more interesting.

"Zunzhu overflows nine brewing, water and land are eight treasures. The fruit breaks the Dongting orange, and cuts the scales of the Tianchi (1 This is a metaphor, Yangzhou officials are inexhaustible, eat and drink all day, and do nothing.

"The people's livelihood is dying, the people are poor and the wealth is exhausted, and the people outside Yangzhou can eat people." This is a metaphor, the people of Yangzhou are already living in dire straits.

After reading it, Lu Yan sneered and said to Nie Yuan: "Are you going to step on the bones of your brothers and walk along the road?"

As soon as the voice fell, Pang Chong was furious. He dragged his person and threw him to the ground, "Mother, I hate the most perfidious person in my life."

About to stab him with a sword, Lu Yan turned the trigger in his hand and said, "Pang is engaged."

Pang Shudao: "Brother Wei, what else can you say?"

Lu Yan stood up straight, his face solemnly said, "We think that this person should be tried again. What if he still has accomplices?"

Pang Shu's face was heavy, "Brother Wei thought, how could I have not thought about it? But this person is ruthless and righteous. He is simply a villain. He is willing to abandon his wife and children, but how can he recruit them? I see. He just wants to get promoted and get rich and wants to be crazy!"

Lu Yan pressed his fist to his lips and coughed softly, "Well, let me try it."

According to Lu Yan's experience, even if this sentimental and righteous person is sentenced to imprisonment, he may not be half talking, but if it is a villain, as long as they have sufficient benefits, they can say anything.

"What should Brother Wei do?"

Lu Yan pointed his finger at the chaliao not far away, and said, "It's empty around here, so it's not very convenient at all. Why don't you go there."

Pang Shu nodded, "Alright."

Pang Shu held Nie Yuan, Lu Yan took Shen Zhen, and the four of them entered the tea room together.

The dilapidated and narrow tea room, with only a drowsy little shopkeeper sitting in it.

When someone came, the little shopkeeper quickly straightened his head and smiled: "How many masters, what can I drink?"

Lu Yan spoke first, "West Lake Longjing."

As soon as the voice fell, the little shopkeeper's color changed slightly, and said: "Understood, Lord." Then he turned around and closed the doors and windows tightly.

Pang Shu shook his head on the side and said, "On this ruined place, there is also West Lake Longjing? The shopkeeper is talking nonsense, right?"

The small shopkeeper took a pot of tea and walked slowly, saying, "Although the shop is not big, there are a lot of tea leaves."

After he finished speaking, the little shopkeeper poured Pang Shu a glass, flattering: "You taste it?"

Pang Shu took it, took a sip, frowned and said, "You also deserve to be called West Lake Longjing?"

Lu Yan in this room also smiled. He picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Shen Zhen, "You also taste it?"

Shen Zhen didn't doubt that he was there, and took a sip.

Lu Yan kissed her ear with a smile in his eyes, "I personally poured it for you, so you just have a sip?"

Shen Zhen was not used to being so intimate in front of others, so he blushed, followed him, and drank it all.

Pang Shu saw Lu Yan's affection for Shen Zhen, his old face flushed, and he couldn't help sighing: "Brother Wei is really a man in the dust, Yan Fu is not shallow." As he said, he poured himself a glass again, "It's not time. It's early, what Brother Wei wants to try, let's do it as soon as possible."

Lu Yan looked at Shen Zhen, then Pang Shu, and said, "Wait."

Upon hearing the word "wait", Nie Yuan couldn't help but shivering aside: "I will give you all the belongings, will it be okay?"

Pang Shu looked at him and became angry, and was about to kick him away, but when he lifted his foot, he found that he couldn't use his strength at all. After that, he felt a splitting headache.

He immediately turned around to look at Lu Yan, only to find that his concubine had also fallen in his arms.

After all, Pang Shu was a big five and three rough man. Although he didn't have any strength, he could still stay awake, and he wouldn't just fall asleep like Shen Zhen.

He shook his head vigorously, patted his temple wildly, and roared, "What's going on!"

At this time, the little shopkeeper bowed to Lu Yan and said, "Master, what should this man do?"

Lu Yan said: "Tie it up, I want to take him back to Beijing."

Seeing that it was almost time, Lu Yan got up and walked to the side of Nie Yuan, saying word by word: "As the imperial palace, Zhaofu Shaoyin, I want to make a deal with Zuo."

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