In the evening, Lu Yan returned to Chengyuan as scheduled.
Yang Zongzheng was leading the horse towards the stables, when Lu Yan suddenly turned around and said, "Go back to the Duke's mansion today."
Yang Zong was surprised, he stepped forward, and said in a low voice, "Isn't Shizi going to stay tonight?"
Lu Yan glanced at the shadowy figure in the study, and whispered, "No."
The dim light shone on every corner of the house, Shen Zhen sat on a square chair, holding an ivory brush in his hand, nodded and wrote something with a low eyebrow.
Just hearing a "squeak", Lu Yan appeared at the door.
Shen Zhen raised her head and immediately got up and called out, "Sir."
Lu Yan walked straight to her side.
Shen Zhen hurriedly said: "I finished writing the letter to my eldest sister, thinking that I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time, so I sat for a while." She paused, and then said: "It's a waste of two more pieces of paper."
Lu Yan looked down at her words and had to say that she was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, she is not big, but her writing is extraordinarily elegant. The horizontal paintings are like fish scales that are flat and uneven; (1)
He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the copybook, and said, "This 'ink' character, you write it again and I will read it."
Shen Zhen nodded, dipped in ink, and slowly started writing.
Looking at it, Lu Yan found that Zang Feng's writing and finishing were very ingenious. If she wanted to go to the left, she would go to the right first, and she would write back to the right when it was transported to the end of the left. (1)
Not to mention that she is his outer room, Lu Yan is also a person who cherishes talents. He thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow I will ask someone to bring you more paper. Don't waste such a good pen and ink."
Hearing this, Shen Zhen's pair of water-cut pupils had a gleam of light, and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency is very praised."
Lu Yan said, "Is the letter already written?"
Shen Zhen nodded, and hurriedly spread the letter into his hands, with a big intention to let him review, "Sir, I only reported safety to the eldest sister, and did not explain where I was."
He glanced up and down, made a low "um", and then put the letter away.
Lu Yan glanced out the window and was thinking it was time to leave, but Shen Zhen took the initiative to hug his waist, her thin white arms had a fragrant fragrance, "Sir, I made a bowl of lotus seeds today. Sheep soup, do you want to drink it?" God knows, she had tossed about this bowl of soup for a full day.
Shen Zhen's voice was soft and indifferent, speaking like a woman touching the man's cheek with her delicate fingertips.
Extraordinarily intriguing.
Lu Yan's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously turned the jade wrench on his hand.
For some reason, the words of his colleagues in the daytime suddenly entered his ears - this matter of love and moon is the most difficult to end.
What do you think, Mr. Lu
At this moment, he thought that he was not even a little bit stronger than Wen Yuan.
It is absurd for Wen Yuan to confuse wives and concubines. He is not Wen Yuan, and she will not be the outer chamber of the hanged herself.
The candles in the house are very dark, and the wind in winter is very cool.
His expression was dark and unclear, better than the sticky ink on the side.
Lu Yan turned around and pinched Shen Zhen's chin, and asked her with a half-smile, "Is this a reward?"
Shen Zhen's eyes were clear, like grapes washed with water.
She shook her head gently, "It's just a bowl of soup, how can it be repaid?"
Lu Yan stared at her hidden cuteness and put his hand on her waist involuntarily.
He gently rubbed it twice with his thumb, then slowly down and patted her, "Go and bring it."
Shen Zhen blushed instantly by his seemingly random action, bit his lower lip and said, "Sir, wait, I'll go and warm up."
"Okay." Lu Yan said.
After a while, Shen Zhen came over with a bowl of sheep soup and put it on the table.
She scooped it gently with a spoon, and said to Lu Yan, "Sir, try it?"
Lu Yan took it and took a sip.
The fragrance is there when you put it in your mouth, but the unpleasant thing is that it has a smell of mutton.
Lu Yan wanted to close the lid, but looking at her sparkling eyes, she endured all kinds of discomfort 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 always ate less at night, and as soon as he got up to clean up, he found that his waist was being buckled.
At this moment, she is like an elk being targeted by tigers and leopards in the wilderness.
Still in the study, still in this posture, Shen Zhen's calf trembled, and she didn't dare to look back at his eyes.
She was so nervous, how could he not notice
Lu Yan wrapped her body from behind, bit her ear intentionally, and ordered, "Turn your head around."
In matters of men and women, Shen Zhen has always depended on him. One is that she has little room for resistance, and the other is that she finds that the more she is afraid of what he is more and more.
Shen Zhen calmed down and did as he said.
When the four eyes met, I saw a pair of cold and solemn eyes on weekdays, and suddenly there was a smile with ease.
There was a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, something Shen Zhen had never seen in the dark night, his appearance.
"Here, go back." He asked her in a hoarse voice.
Hearing this, Shen Zhen was amnesty, and two little white hands immediately climbed onto his shirt and said anxiously, "Go back."
See, that's how people are, with a worse choice, it's easier to satisfy the other.
Yang Zong waited outside for a while, but he didn't see the prince coming out for a long time. He didn't know what to do when he saw Lu Yan holding a person and walking into Lanyue Pavilion.
Yang Zong shook the reins in the wind and rain, patted the horse's neck, and said in a low voice, "It seems that you still have to go back to the stable tonight."
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The end of the year is approaching, and the heaviest snow has fallen since the beginning of winter.
This day happened to be Erfang Xiao's birthday.
Everyone was talking around, and a little girl walked up to Xiao's side and said, "Second grandma, the table is ready."
The dishes have been served three times, and Duke Zhen Guo and his two younger brothers moved aside to drink. For the sake of fun, several juniors began to shout and play Feihua Ling.
In addition to the only one in the big room, Lu Yan, the other two rooms have a son and a daughter, namely, Lu Ye and Lu Ai in the second room, and Lu Ting and Lu Heng in the third room.
The great-grandson that the old lady couldn't put down at the moment was born to Lu Ye's daughter-in-law Shen Man. Looking back to its origin, Shen Man is also the daughter of the Shen family, but it's just a sideline.
Just to add to the fun, this flying flower will naturally not be too difficult to play.
At this time, Lu Heng pointed to the snow outside and said, "Why don't you choose the word 'snow'?"
Everyone has no opinion.
It is not difficult to make flying flowers. To put it bluntly, it is to follow the ancient poems in turn. Today's rule is to follow the poems with the word "snow". Of course, when the first person starts with the word "snow", when the second person takes the poem, "snow" will be placed second, and so on.
Whoever fails to take the turn will have to punish himself for one cup.
Lu Kui spoke first, "Xueman's vestibule is full of moonlight."
Then Lu Ting said, "Chun Xuekong is draped in a blinding slant."
After two sentences, he just arrived at Lu Heng. There are many poems about the snow before and the snow behind, but it is a bit more difficult to stand alone in the third place...
Lu Heng pondered for a long time, and then whispered, "Yingchun is snowy and beautiful." After that, her own eyes moved.
Lu Ting naturally would not expose his own sister, nor would Lu Ai, but Lu Yan was different. He glanced at Lu Heng and said bluntly, "Is your rhythm wrong?"
Being exposed on the spot, Lu Heng's face couldn't help turning red.
Who knew that it was only the first round that she ate a slump. She wanted to be coquettish and say that the first time is not counted, 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 about it and raised her glass.
But history is always strikingly similar. After changing positions, after a few laps, there are fewer and fewer poems with "snow", but Lu Heng is still the one who eats the slack, causing her to grab her hair and say: "Early. Knowing that winter is good, what do you say snow?"
She glanced at Lu Yan, who was staring at her wine glass, and wailed, "Just like the third brother, when will I have the third sister-in-law?"
Wen shi heard this and patted her head quickly, "Is this what you should say?"
Wen's words sounded like they were educating Lu Heng, but the tone and expression clearly meant that Lu Yan couldn't find a daughter-in-law, and the whole family knew it. Do you need to say it
The old lady said from the side: "Heng girl is like this every time. I can't play it. I never thought that I should work harder. I know that it is unreasonable to blame your third brother."
As soon as the voice fell, several people on the table did not collapse, and all laughed.
Lu Yan touched the tip of his nose and said helplessly, "My grandmother also thinks I'm unreasonable?"
The old lady Lu gave him a "yes" expression.
At this moment, Brother Yun, who was holding the old lady Lu's hand, suddenly "giggled" and laughed, and everyone's eyes were also attracted to this little guy.
Lu Yan was also saved.
Because the family members still had to pay, the banquet ended earlier.
After Princess Jing'an returned to Chongya Garden, she sighed again and again, and her bright eyes were actually stained with a ray of sadness.
Duke Zhen Lu Jun put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Why are you sighing again?"
The eldest princess rubbed her brows, "Didn't you hear what you said at the banquet? Now even Sister Heng knows to beat him with marriage." As soon as the Meng family daughter left, the whole family knew everything about Lu Yan's marriage. , again soaked in soup.
Lu Jun unloaded the bead hairpins for the eldest princess one by one behind him, and then said: "Getting married is a big event, and I can't rush it, and next year, I guess the sage has the intention to transfer him out. been left in the cold for a long time."
Hearing this, the eldest princess's tone rose instantly, "One more year? In another year, he will be twenty-four! No, I will go to the palace tomorrow to talk to the saint." Gong, this is Princess Jing'an.
"Jing'an, don't be fooling around, he is serving as Shaoyin in Jingzhao Mansion, and he has a lot of business, you just..."
Before Lu Jun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Princess Jing'an, "A lot of things have gone to Pingkangfang? Do you know where Brother Yan was staying a few days ago? And you know that Meng family daughter Why did you leave? They all say that he knows his son Mo Ruofu, or else the grandfather of the country will tell me what he thinks?"
Seeing that she was about to have a seizure, Lu Jun quickly covered the eldest princess' mouth and put her on the couch.
"Jing An, sleep."
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Who knew that Duke Zhenguo still had the ability to predict things like God. On the seventh day of the next day, it was just the day when the ministers went to court, the eunuch shouted to go to court, and Lu Yan was named by the saint and left.
In the study, Emperor Cheng Yuan handed Lu Yan a secret letter and whispered, "I ordered you to go to Yangzhou as the son of a wealthy businessman in Jingzhou."
Yangzhou.
After hearing this, Lu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help frowning.
The author has something to say: (1) Referring to Cai Yong's "Nine Poses" in the Eastern Han Dynasty
Well, I'm going to write the plot that I'm thinking about! Don't worry, you won't be in a long-distance relationship.
You can guess, what should be the identity of the male protagonist