The night wind blew through the gaps in the windows and onto the flickering candles. The wind was slow, and it swayed gently, and the wind was fast, and it couldn't help twitching.
It was like, he passed through her hair, and secretly forced the palm of her hand.
Shen Zhen's Ru skirts were piled on top of her waist.
She bit her lip and refused to say a word. She only looked at the carved beam with those watery eyes. She never dared to look away, and even her breathing could not help but become cautious.
He changed his posture, and she suddenly lost weight, which made her hurriedly hook his neck with both hands.
Seeing her curled up in his arms like a gossamer, Lu Yan couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart. Seeing that she was obedient, he lowered his head and bit her red ears.
Who knows that this little ear is simply Shen Zhen Mingmen.
As soon as he opened his mouth, she shuddered, the hand hooked on his neck suddenly struggled hard, the thin fingernails scratched his skin directly, and three bloodstains appeared on his neck immediately.
Shen Zhenwan didn't expect that he would use such a force. Seeing him bleeding, he couldn't help being a little scared, so he called out twice, "Sir, Lord."
It's just that at this time, most men can't feel the pain, but they feel that her two trembling adults are even more annoying.
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When the two came out of the study, it was already a child, Lu Yan was holding the lamp, and Shen Zhen was wearing his cloak, buried his head, and walked three steps at a time.
He was quite cooperative by the side, walking very slowly, without urging her.
After entering Lanyue Pavilion, Shen Zhen folded the cloak on her body, her head still buried low, and after a while, she soaked a handkerchief in water and walked to his side, reaching out to wipe the blood for him.
Lu Yan's complexion was already pale, and the blood in the wound had coagulated at this moment. At first glance, it was really conspicuous.
Shen Zhen has always been afraid of him. Seeing that he raised his neck to cooperate, but did not make a sound, the strength in his hands could not help but lighten up.
Lu Yan lowered her eyes slightly, and what she saw was the panic in her eyes.
He took the veil and patted her, "Okay, I'll do it myself." With just her strength, I'm afraid she'll have to wipe it until tomorrow morning.
Lu Yan wiped it a few times, then turned around and turned off the light.
The two lay down together, but Shen Zhen was in a turmoil. She thought about hinting at him about seeing the big sister in the past two days, but she didn't think that she would offend people again.
For the first time, Shen Zhen moved in his direction, "Sir." She said softly.
Lu Yan gave a "hmm".
"Tomorrow, I'll cut my fingernails, okay?" Shen Zhen's voice was soft and soft, all of which were meant to please.
But Lu Yan just eats her set.
If she kept silent, he would probably think she was ignorant, but hearing her say that, he couldn't help feeling a little bit unbearable.
Her hands are extremely beautiful, white and slender, even her fingernails are pink, and she squeezes them hard, as if they are boneless.
Lu Yan was silent for a while, then put his hand on her earlobe again, fiddling back and forth like evil, and said hoarsely, "No need."
This time, Shen Zhen tightened his body and finally stopped scratching him.
The night was quiet and dark, her flustered eyes were as bright as stars, and she was a lover.
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The next morning, Shen Zhen waited for him to change his clothes. She raised her eyes to look at the scratches on his neck. She felt a little guilty, "Sir, otherwise... let's cover it up."
Lu Yan looked down at Shen Zhen and asked her, "Have you heard of it?"
Shen Zhen heard the irony in his mouth, darkened his eyes, and remained silent.
Anyway, she figured it out, and she covered her face with a hat for a while, which was better than anything else. Today, she is a staff member of Jingzhao Mansion and a painter. It has nothing to do with him.
After dressing, Shen Zhen went out with Lu Yan.
The carriage circled out of the noisy and lively streets and alleys, crossed several small roads, and slowly drove to the gate of Jingzhao Mansion. The huge plaque stands on the head, which is particularly solemn and solemn.
Sun Shaoyin arrived before them. Seeing that Lu Yan led a woman out of the carriage, his eyes moved and greeted him, "Who is this?"
"The painter I invited." Lu Yan said.
Sun Shaoyin hurriedly composed the compilation, turned to look at Lu Yan, and saw the three marks on his neck, "Master Lu, how did you get this neck?"
Lu Yan said expressionlessly, "Scratch."
This time, Sun Shaoyin's expression couldn't help being a little subtle. He asked how he did it, but he didn't ask what the wound was. He was also Shao Yin, who was at the same level as him, so how could he not see that it was a scratch.
Who did it and how, was what he was curious about.
After all, it was the first time that he saw Master Lu put up a prize, and the five words that came to his mind instantly were the undeniable kindness of beauty.
Sun Shaoyin couldn't hold back his thirst for knowledge, and said again, "But Miss Yun did it?" Lord Lu's carriage was parked in Hualiu Lane every day, and he could see it clearly.
After hearing this, Lu Yan whispered a few words at Sun Shaoyin, only to see that Sun Shaoyin's face changed greatly, and he quickly waved his hand to apologize.
Shen Zhen, who was standing on the side, couldn't think of it without breaking his head, but Lu Yan actually told him: The reason why this painter I brought wears a hat is because she is just over fourteen and has not yet left the cabinet.
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An hour later, 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 didn't stop him. After the announcement, he let Shen Zhen enter the house.
Because Lu Yan still wanted to hear what the daughter of the Song family had to say, he made a mute gesture to the second elder of the Song family and stood under the eaves.
Shen Zhen entered the door and looked - Song Linger was dressed in white, sitting on the bed with her knees tucked, her eyes were blank, and the whole person was like falling down when the wind blew.
After she sat down, she took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked her softly, as Lu Yan instructed, "Can Miss Song repeat the appearance of that person again?"
This soft voice has an advantage, that is, what she says will not make people feel disgusted.
Song Ling'er looked at her and said casually, "That man has a beard, big eyes, and a high nose. He is always fierce."
Listening to her description, Shen Zhen really couldn't write accurately, so she said again: "Can Miss Song recall, is that person a beard or a goatee?"
Song Linger's eyes trembled after hearing this, she raised her hand and raised Shen Zhen's inkstone, "You officials, do you want to investigate the case or torture an innocent person like me?" Song Linger was so excited that even her voice changed. Gotta be a little sharp.
Shen Zhen didn't care about the ink that was scattered on the ground, but instead held Song Linger's hand. To be so excited is to remember something.
Shen Zhen had just read the report on this case in Jingzhao Mansion. She naturally knew what the Song family girl had gone through, "Miss Song, I understand you naturally..."
Song Linger interrupted her directly, looked at her with teary eyes and said, "How can you understand? To a lady like you, I'm afraid you will never understand it in your life, what it's like to be tortured by someone under pressure!"
Shen Zhen leaned over to hug her, and gently stroked Song Linger's back with her little hand, and said, "I've experienced it too."
As soon as these words came out, Song Linger inside the house and Lu Yan outside the house were stunned together.
Although Shen Zhen was wearing a cap and a veil, the hair accessories were visible, and it was clearly the bun of a woman who had not left the cabinet.
Song Linger murmured, "How could it be... It's impossible."
In order to appease her, Shen Zhen gritted her teeth and had no choice but to poke her neckline and let her take a look at the red marks on it. That person loves to get her covered in marks. Although it doesn't hurt, it looks a bit tragic.
Now Song Linger looked at Shen Zhen and couldn't help but change a bit.
Seeing that she was no longer in conflict, Shen Zhen hurriedly said: "Since ancient times, women have been limited by etiquette. After such a bad thing, they can only blame themselves, but Miss Song thinks carefully, if the government hadn't caught the bad guy, let alone Chang'an Will there be more girls killed, that is, Miss Song, if they know that you are still alive, can they let you go?"
Song Linger had never thought about such a thing. For the past two days, she had been afraid of those evil ghosts coming to her door.
She clenched her fists, thought about it for a long time, and said, "But my eyes were covered, I really didn't see it."
Shen Zhen really felt the same way, recalling her first time, she was also blindfolded by that person, "Miss Song, being treated like that, although she is afraid, there are some things that she can't forget, such as stature... "
Before Shen Zhen finished asking, Lu Yan couldn't listen anymore.
His tall figure was stretched long by the sunlight, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became more and more heavy.
Treated like that, treated like that, how did he treat her
He touched her, didn't she take the initiative too
The guts are fat, and he even compares him with those people.
When Shen Zhen finished painting, another half an hour passed, and when he stepped out of the threshold, he saw Lu Yan folded his arms and stared at her with a half-smile.
Right now Shen Zhen felt that he had made a contribution, so naturally he didn't pay attention to his look.
At this time, Sun Xu hurried over and said to Shen Zhen, "But it's drawn?"
Shen Zhen nodded, "What Miss Song said this time was slightly different from what was written in the submission. The person she met that day should have a big face, high cheekbones, narrow eyes, and a head taller than Miss Song. He's thin. For some reason, when I painted, I felt that the man didn't look like a Han Chinese, but rather a Xianbei." After speaking, Shen Zhen handed the painting in his hand to Sun Xu.
Sun Xu took it over and took a look. The more he looked, the more familiar he became. He said to Lu Yan, "Master Lu, did Wang Zhao's sister marry someone from Xianbei?"
Lu Yan nodded, "Indeed."
Sun Xu said, "Lord Lu, let's take 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 the veil.
She raised her hand and straightened her temples, looked at Lu Yan and said, "Sir, is my bun messy?"
Lu Yan looked at her clear eyes, twitched the corners of her lips, and was really angry.
At this time, the wheel just pressed over a few uneven places, and the body shook, and Shen Zhen, who was playing with his bun, accidentally fell on him.
Even if she didn't do it on purpose, such a posture has a bit of a hug.
The author has something to say: Does he deserve to be scratched