The silver moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, the bare sycamore trees in the yard rustled, the bell above the eaves rang twice, and Shen Zhen's hand settled on the door knocker.
She closed her eyes regretfully and irritably, then turned her head back as if nothing had happened, and said softly, "Is there anything else, sir?"
"Come back." He said softly.
Shen Zhen wanted to cry without tears, but suddenly felt that there was a thousand pounds under her feet, but she still had to bite the bullet and go back.
Seeing her coming back, Lu Yan patted the quilt and said, "Light the lamp and sit down."
Shen Zhen lit the lamp, then bent down and sat down.
Lu Yan leaned over to look at her, his eyes were cooler than the wind in winter, as if he could see through her thoughts at a glance, "Go prepare water, I want to take a bath."
Shen Zhen should be, and then it can be regarded as fleeing, recalling the look in his eyes just now, where was he telling her to prepare water, and he was clearly asking her - did I let you go
When Lu Yan came back from the clean room, Shen Zhen was still in the room. Compared with the first time he entered the room, he was much more obedient. This is a typical example of under-training, Lu Yan thought.
Lu Yan lay down on his own.
In the Jin Dynasty, men and women shared the same bed, regardless of wives and concubines, men faced inwards and women faced outwards, so as soon as Lu Yan went to bed, he lay in Shen Zhen's original position.
Seeing that he was really going to sleep this time, Shen Zhen whispered, "Sir, do you turn off the lights?"
Lu Yan hummed.
The house fell into darkness again.
Lu Yan glanced sideways at Shen Zhen, who was neatly dressed and had a straight back, and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Did you sleep in your coat when you were in the Hou's Mansion?"
Shen Zhen clenched his hand on his knee, "Sir, I'm a little afraid of the cold."
As soon as the words fell, Lu Yan sneered.
Although no one else came in the past two days, the charcoal fire did not miss her. He was not cold in his middle clothes, but she was cold.
Lu Yan didn't like to be hard, and he didn't bother to dismantle her, but she still didn't see her lying down, and he was displeased again.
In his eyes, whether or not she was his business, but it was really not her turn to guard him, so he said again, "Are you going to sit like this all night?" His voice was heavy, as if with a hint of warning.
Hearing this, Shen Zhen's whole person wanted to be discouraged.
She didn't dare to cry, she bit her lip and got into the quilt honestly.
The girl who had been a girl in the Marquis of Yunyang Mansion for sixteen years, with a man lying beside her head, the drowsiness just now disappeared without a trace.
She was stiff all over, and she didn't dare to let out a breath, for fear of moving, she bumped into his body.
She didn't want to hear him speak again.
Every word is a knife, but she can't resist.
Don't talk about yourself, even Shen Hong is in the hands of others.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the person beside her was breathing evenly.
Shen Zhen tried to close her eyes, but she was not used to sleeping outside suddenly. Time passed by every inch, and she turned over almost every quarter of an hour.
When Lu Yan was awakened by her, she couldn't help frowning. No matter how deeply he slept, he would be woken up by her tossing him.
He stretched out his long arm, landed on her, and said hoarsely, "Don't bother."
For Shen Zhen, his actions were tantamount to a fisherman killing a fish, and he shot her to death directly with his knife down.
For the rest of the night, she stayed in this position and didn't move again.
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The sky was white with fish belly, and the soft morning light poured in through the pick-up window, the warmth brushed past, and Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes.
Not to mention, he didn't have any strange dreams last night, and it was the most comfortable sleep he had ever had recently.
On the other hand, look at Shen Zhen's side. But he had a splitting headache, his legs were numb, and he sat up slowly with dark circles under his eyes.
The two descended to the ground one after another, silently.
Lu Yan was thirsty, went to the desk, picked up the kettle, dropped it, and found that there was not a drop of water in it. Not only the water, he was awake, and there was not even a warm handkerchief in the room, let alone breakfast.
He glanced at Shen Zhen, who was drowsy beside him.
Inexplicably annoying.
He could understand that he was looking for an outer room, he was clearly looking for a master who was more honorable than himself.
After a while, it was worth it, and he really didn't have time to set fire. He got up and dressed, pushed the door and called the two maids in the yard. One is called Moyue and the other is called Tangyue.
These two were maids bought with the help of the housekeeper of the Duke of Zhenguo. Naturally, they knew Lu Yan's identity. As soon as they saw Lu Yan, they both called out, "Master Shizi."
Tangyue was the first to say, "I don't know if the servant is awake, so I'll go to prepare water."
Mo Yue said again: "Today, the housemaid in the kitchen is on leave. The servants are not very skilled. They can only cook some porridge and side dishes.
Lu Yan nodded and straightened his cuffs, "It's okay."
"Master Shizi is eating at Lanyue Pavilion?" Mo Yue said.
Lu Yan said: "Go to the West Room to use it."
After showering, breakfast was served.
On the table is clear porridge, pickled winter mustard, fried three fruits with sauce, a plate of golden silk rolls, and a bowl of winter melon soup.
This time Shen Zhen finally learned to be smart. Seeing him sitting down to eat, she hurried over to follow him. She still knows how to serve dishes. After all, when her grandmother was alive, she often served around.
She picked up the wooden chopstick, took a piece of walnut kernel, and put it in his bowl. Seeing that he ate it, she took another piece of almond, and then put a bowl of soup aside.
She originally thought that this time she finally didn't need to listen to him to find fault, but she didn't sleep or eat all night.
He was sitting, she was standing, and according to the difference in size, the voice sang in his ear.
He must have heard.
Sure enough, Lu Yanting looked up at her.
The four eyes met, Shen Zhen's entire face, as if being colored, turned red completely, and even his eyes were messy.
Her self-esteem, as a lady of the family, has been almost beaten by him in the past two days. Seeing that he was about to speak again, she raised her hand and blocked her ears without thinking.
I really don't want to hear it anymore.
Lu Yan was dumbfounded by her sudden reaction.
This time Lu Yan was not as she thought.
He just patted her back for fear, whispered something, and sat down to eat together when he was hungry.
Shen Zhen sat down, without feeling wronged, picked up the wooden chopstick, picked up the demure and dignified piece that was left, and took a mustard in a leisurely manner.
But after chewing a bite, her brows furrowed.
This dish has no taste at all. Compared with the craftsmanship of Mammy and Qingxi, it can be described as one heaven and one underground.
She slowed down and took another bite of the golden silk roll, her face completely collapsed.
Even the rolls are hard.
She frowned, and after forcing herself to take two bites, she put down the wooden chopsticks.
None of her actions were spared, and they all caught Lu Yan's eyes.
He picked his eyelids and said slowly, "Are you usually such a picky eater?"
Hearing him speak, Shen Zhenru was struck by lightning and dared not tell the truth, so he could only bite the bullet and quibble, "Sir, I just... have no appetite."
Lu Yan glanced at her with a half-smile but got up immediately.
In fact, he has been a picky eater since he was a child, and he doesn't even smell meat and fish. The chef of the town's government did not change it for him once or twice, but since when did he avoid meat and vegetables, and he could eat it
He thought that it was probably the year he took office as the magistrate of Yangshan.
The court ordered officials to be no less noble than Wangsun, and it took one day to run a case.
Even a picky mouth will eventually be defeated by hunger.
It was rare for him to understand her.
Sixteen years of pampering, clothes to stretch out their hands, meals to open their mouths, and countless maids around him, wanting to change is not something that happens overnight.
He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, walked to her side, patted her head, and said, "Even if you don't like it, at least it's still hot now, don't wait until you get dizzy and then force yourself. Eat cold vegetables and cold rice."
These words entered Shen Zhen's ears, and there were some puns. At first glance, he just exposed her fault of picking up her mouth, but if you take a closer look, it may be that she is talking about her.
This cold rice and cold dishes, like her situation, the delicacy and delicacies, have long since ceased to exist.
If you insist on not eating, and keep going, how long can you last
Sooner or later you have to bow your head, don't you
Shen Zhen raised her head to look at him, and she didn't know if she had figured it out. She reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said softly, "Your Excellency is teaching me how to know each other, right?"
It's true that Lu Yan didn't think too much when he said these words, he just couldn't see that she was so hungry and refused to eat.
But when she interpreted it like this, he felt that it was what he was thinking, so he nodded and said, "If you can understand it, it is naturally the best."