I have to say that wearing a man's attire on her body is really unique.
The long skirt that should have been flat, with her sitting posture, became uneven, inexplicable, and added a touch of forbidden beauty.
Lu Yan held her waist, raised his hand, poured her another glass of wine, put it to her mouth, and Shen Zhen raised his hand to take it.
He poured a drink, and she followed suit.
The strong aroma of wine filled her breath, and after a while, her face turned red.
Seeing that the little girl in his arms was already five percent drunk, Lu Yan couldn't help reaching out to play with her ears, bowing his head and kissing the corner of her eye lovingly.
His expression was soft, but his tone was as cold as ever, "Why do you like to cry so much?"
Shen Zhen squinted and retorted, "But I didn't like to cry before." It's true that drinking is bold.
Lu Yan pinched her face and sneered, "Oh, right? I made you cry when you co-authored?"
Shen Zhen lowered her head and stopped looking at him.
Lu Yan didn't coax her, just continued to rub the hand on her waist for a while.
Seeing that she kept silent, he used a silver hook to raise the curtain, patted her on the shoulder, and told her to look at the picturesque beauty outside.
Her eyes followed his index finger—the cool wind was blowing, and the lights were on, and she suddenly thought about it, and her expression darkened.
After a while, she turned her head to look at him and said, "Sir, I have something I want to ask you."
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Speak."
"Why does your lord dislike me crying so much?" Actually Shen Zhen wanted to ask him for a long time, but Naihe never had the chance.
Lu Yan didn't change his face and said, "I don't like it by nature." After speaking, he subconsciously touched the tip of his nose.
What can he say
Could it be possible to tell her that when she wept, her whole heart would tremble with pain
Unexpectedly, Shen Zhen grabbed his hand and said softly, "You promise me something, I won't cry in the future."
Lu Yan pinched her chin, "Do you know how to talk to me now?"
Shen Zhen smiled, "Is it successful?"
Lu Yan raised his hand and drank a glass of wine, "Tell me."
Shen Zhen stretched out his hand to hug his waist, put his small mouth against his ear and said, "You promise me first?"
Lu Yan's eyes narrowed, "Achieving an inch?" Without mentioning the conditions, he just needs his promise. Isn't this what it is
Seeing him getting angry, Shen Zhen followed suit and put his hand on his waist, rubbing it back and forth.
Lu Yan was stunned by her reaction.
He looked down at her little hand, really couldn't get angry at all.
His and Shen Zhen's temperaments were different from birth. He wanted her and pampered her based on his mood.
He never gave her a chance to say no, and he never respected what she thought.
He knew her grievances, but he didn't care.
In his eyes, between them, the east wind will only prevail over the west wind.
But he never thought that he would also taste the taste of Hundred Refinement Steel turning into softness around his fingers.
He looked at her sly eyes, and his heart plummeted.
Shen Zhen, you lied to me like this in your last life
Lu Yan drank two glasses of wine in a row, and said alright. Then he looked into her eyes and said, "Can you talk now?"
Shen Zhen's eyes lit up, she leaned over to look for his ear, and whispered, "When I return to Chang'an, I want to go to Daxingshan Temple." His eyes were hot.
Lu Yan held the cup's hand for a while, "What are you doing there?"
Shen Zhen bowed her head, "The seventh day of the third lunar month is my grandmother's death anniversary." Chang'an is no better than Yangzhou. When she returns, it will be difficult for her to come out of Chengyuan.
Lu Yan was startled, touched her hair, and said, "Understood, I will take you there."
Shen Zhen smiled and said, "Thank you sir."
After a while, the rustling sound of the flute came from the lake, Shen Zhen leaned on his arms honestly, and shook his fingers with the rhythm.
Clearly drunk.
Just at this moment, they were about to cross the arch bridge, and a small boat was rowing with them, and a soft voice came from inside, "Can the girl play the flute?"
The woman said, "Mo'er can only play the pipa, not the flute."
The man sneered, "Stop pretending, I don't listen to the pipa, I just ask if you play or not?"
The man said again: "Come here, I will give you two coins alone."
Hearing this, Lu Yan covered Shen Zhen's ears without thinking. Shen Zhen looked back at him inexplicably.
Shen Zhen, who was on top of Jiu Jin, was naturally more lively than usual. She listened to the sound of the flute in the distance and the gossip on the side, and whispered to him: "Sir, I can play flute."
Lu Yan's body froze, and his Adam's apple slowly slipped. At this moment, he had the heart to kill. In order to avoid these gossip, he deliberately wrapped the painting boat alone, who would have expected such a thing to happen.
Shen Zhen was very drunk, hooked his hand and said, "Sir, not only can I play the flute, but I can also play the Konghou."
He couldn't hear a word of her words.
Lu Yan kissed her mouth without thinking, Shen Zhen was startled, and responded slowly.
He carried her to the couch at the stern.
The blue veins of the man's powerful arms were slightly raised, and they were tightly clasping her neck, and they couldn't collapse...
God knows, today he really came to show her the scenery.
The long robe on her body was slowly removed by him, revealing a large area of fair skin.
Every time he looked down at her like this, he could feel the tremor and loss of control from his limbs.
He grabbed her ear and whispered, "I'll be lighter, don't be afraid."
Lu Yan did this, although he was greedy, he was also patient enough. His knuckles were clear, fair and long, and he could always turn her into emotion, and then he would gradually penetrate.
After a while, her whole body was curled up in his arms, and she could only breathe softly because of his delicate fingering, like a dehydrated fish on the shore.
Such a graceful posture is probably the favorite appearance of men in the world. he thinks.
The night was thick, the New Year's crescent moon was reflected on the lake, the water was sparkling, and the boat was swaying.
Suddenly heard a sweet voice, the shadow of the moon trembled slightly, and the fish in the lake fled in fright.
After exhaustion, Lu Yan hugged her from behind and gradually closed his eyes.
Another memory flooded into his mind.
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The time of this memory is the spring of the sixteenth year of Yuanqing, the third day of March.
As soon as he went to court that day, Lu Yan was left by the saint in the Hall of Auditing.
The emperor raised his hand, and the servant silently pushed it to a corner.
Emperor Cheng Yuan gently twisted the Buddha beads in his hands and said, "Sanlang, you have done a good job in going to Yangzhou this time."
Lu Yan knelt down with his robe up, and said word by word, "Most of the evidence was burnt down, it's the minister's fault."
Emperor Cheng Yuan's eyes fell on the incense burner with curling blue smoke, but his tone was bitingly cold: "How can you blame this, no one would have thought that they would set fire to the boat."
After all, Emperor Cheng Yuan took a fold from the case table behind him, and said quietly: "Selling private salt, casting weapons, and hoarding private soldiers. Saburo, although you haven't had time to see the account book, you might as well guess, these things are mine. Which son did it?"
"Your Majesty, this minister does not dare to argue." How could Lu Yan dare to accept such words
Since the death of the first empress, the crown prince Xiao Lu has become a sick and troubled body, and the sun cough is loud.
To tell the truth, such a person sitting in the position of the prince, it is difficult to guarantee that others will not think too much.
On the other hand, the third prince was born of Concubine Mu, with General Mu's lineage behind him, and the sixth prince was born of Empress Xu, with the Prime Minister Zuo behind him and the Xu family supporting him.
However, apart from these two tigers, there are other princes.
In the entire imperial city, who is not waiting for the prince to abdicate
"I can't sleep every night, what are you thinking about, do you know?"
Lu Yan said: "Your Majesty is for the Jiangshan Sheji, for the stability of the court, and for the stability of the people."
Emperor Cheng Yuan laughed and said, "Sanlang, uncle is tired too."
Lu Yan's heart sank, and he whispered, "I would like to share your worries for Your Majesty."
Emperor Cheng Yuan coughed twice and said, "I remember what you wrote in your excerpt, that you also met a genius doctor in Yangzhou?"
"Yes."
Emperor Cheng Yuan changed the subject and said slowly: "The crown prince's illness should be seen by him, can you still find him?"
Hearing this, Lu Yan has come to understand that the saint is so angry that he is ready to help the prince.
"I would like to set off immediately and rush to Yangzhou."
Emperor Cheng Yuan waved his hand, "I don't need it right now. It's not long since you came back. Go and accompany your mother more. If I'm tired of you, your mother will show my face again." Speaking of Princess Jing'an, Emperor Cheng Yuan's A smile appeared on his face.
Lu Yan said: "I understand."
Emperor Cheng Yuan patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, it's getting late, you can go back."
Lu Yan slowly left.
It was raining outside the palace, and Yang Zong waited outside the palace with an oil-paper umbrella.
Lu Yan bent down and got into the carriage, closing his eyes and pinching his eyebrows.
Yang Zong whispered: "There is a letter from Mo Yue, saying that Miss Shen wants to find you."
Lu Yan sneered and said, "What did you say?"
"It didn't say that."
Lu Yan tapped his fingers on his knee a few times, and then said, "Go for a visit."
The rain in March was continuous, and the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of ash.
Chengyuan.
Shen Zhen pushed open the window and watched as the sky outside turned from grey-blue to inky.
A thunderstorm struck, and there was a rumbling sound, as if a hole had been shaken in the sky, and a heavy rain poured down from the sky, hitting the bluestone bricks in the yard, causing a mist of water.
Looking at the weather, she guessed that he would not come.
She was about to close the sash window when she saw an orange halo not far away, gradually increasing from one point to another.
Yang Zong held a lamp in one hand and an umbrella in the other, and Lu Yan, dressed in a black cloak, appeared at the door.
He entered the room and sat down, giving her a sideways look, "You sent someone to find this official, what's the matter?"
Shen Zhen greeted him with a blessing, bit her lip, and said, "The girl has something to ask for." After that, she poured him a cup of hot tea.
Lu Yan's eyes were clear, if nothing happened, she wouldn't look for him.
After a while, he picked up the tea on the table, shook the finely crushed tea leaves in the cup, and took a sip, "Let's talk."
"My father has an old illness, and the pain is unbearable during the rainy season. The girl has some medicine here, I don't know the adults..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lu Yan slammed the tea lid on the rim of the cup.
Shen Zhen's body trembled.
She was really afraid of him, and she didn't dare to continue talking for a while.
Lu Yan got up, walked to her side, pinched her chin with two fingers, raised it, and sneered, "Well, it was your brother last time, this time it was your father, who do you think this official is from you?"
Shen Zhen's eyes were slightly red, she knew that he had no reason to help her.
After a while, Shen Zhen summoned the greatest courage in her life, hugged his waist, and said in a trembling voice, "It's raining heavily outside tonight, sir, don't leave, okay?"
"Let go." Lu Yan said.
Once you have done this, of course you can't let go.
"Shen Zhen, aren't you unwilling?" His eyes were not warm, as if to say - why do you think that I, Lu Yan, must be yours
"It's my fault, it's my ignorance." Shen Zhen's tears were in her eyes.
Seeing that she didn't let go, Lu Yan pulled her fingers apart one by one, threw them away, and looked back at her, "If there is nothing else in the future, don't send out any news."
As soon as the voice fell, Shen Zhen's golden bean smashed down.
I don't know if it's because of the embarrassment at this moment.
Or for the helplessness of going to the end.
Or for vanishing self-esteem.
Lu Yan glanced back at her and turned to leave.
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After getting on the carriage, Lu Yan put the stove to the side irritably, and kept turning the white jade wrench in his hand. All that was circling in her mind was the mournful look she had just now.
After a long silence, Lu Yan said to Yang Zong, "Go to Zhou Mansion."
Yang Zong was astonished, "Master said, is the Dali Temple Minister Zhou's family?"
"Um."
Zhou Shuan, the head of the Dali Temple, was also very famous in Chang'an.
Obviously only from a poor family, but he has the ability to make those high-class children can only look at it.
Jinke's champion, the emperor's close minister, with many names hanging on his head, but he walks alone, living like a master outside the world.
His parents died, he had no wife or concubines, he was in his twenties and eighteen years old, and he had no children.
In this huge Zhou Mansion, there are only him and the housekeeper.
Lu Yan asked Yang Zong to park the carriage at the small gate of Zhou Mansion.
The knock on the door was mixed with the sound of heavy rain. The old housekeeper waited for a long time to hear it. He took an oil-paper umbrella and hurried to open the door.
When I saw Lu Yan, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised, "Why did Master Lu come at this time?"
"Is Lord Zhou here?" Lu Yan asked.
"Yes, yes, the adults are in the study." The housekeeper said quickly.
The house of Zhou Mansion was newly bestowed by the sage at the beginning of the year, with three entrances and three exits, covering a large area, but the furnishings of this courtyard are the same as those of Zhou Shuan, simple and quiet, without any fancy things.
Lu Yan followed the housekeeper through the hanging flower gate and came to a small courtyard, which was his study.
There were only two candles burning in the house, and the door creaked open.
Zhou Shuan sat at the desk.
With a tall nose, sharp temples, and a thin chin, he is the kind of man whose bones are more delicate than his face.
In particular, those eyes are the best, and they look as clear as springs, but what is mixed inside is more than 20 years of life experience in low places, and the calmness that comes from being in high positions.
Seeing Lu Yan at this time, he was not surprised, he just said lightly, "Lord Lu, sit down."
It was pouring rain outside, and the corners of Lu Yan's clothes were soaked, looking a little embarrassed.
Zhou Shuan was the first to speak, "Master Lu is coming here at this time, is there something important?"
Lu Yan looked at him and said word by word, "Lu Mou is here to ask for the favor owed by Lord Zhou."
Speaking of this favor, Zhou Shuan couldn't help but laugh.
really.
He really owed the prince in front of him a favor.
Three years ago, the Dali Temple and Prison caught fire. During the spread of the fire, three Nanzhao Xizuo escaped from the prison. Once such a thing is discovered, he will be implicated as an accomplice of Nanzhao in the worst case.
He is an official of a poor family, and walking on a career is not much different from walking on a tightrope.
Once it falls, it will be beaten by thousands of people.
In desperation, Zhou Shuan found Lu Yan.
The son-in-law of the Duke of Zhenguo, the only son of Princess Jing'an, has someone with money and power, and he is even more favored by saints than the princes in the palace.
He thought he would have to lobby for something, but he did not expect that he would agree immediately and only said that he wanted a favor.
Thinking about the past, Zhou ShuAn raised his eyebrows, "Lord Lu, please speak."
Lu Yan's Adam's apple slipped, "Tomorrow, I want to send a doctor to Dali Temple Prison."
Hearing this, Zhou Shuan's expression became more curious.
He really wanted to know which of the prisoners in Dali Temple Prison was worthy of the presence of this prince.
"Dare to ask who Mr. Lu wants to see a doctor?"
"Marquis of Yunyang, Shen Wenqi."
As soon as the words fell, even a scheming person like Zhou Shuan couldn't help but be taken aback.
Shen Wenqi.
Zhou Shuxin said: This is not like what he would do.
This prince, why has he ever meddled in other people's business
Speaking of the Marquis of Yunyang, Zhou Shuan probably admired him.
The Marquis of Yunyang has been in office for 20 years. He is diligent and honest, and rarely neglects his duties.
Repairing canals and seeing dikes and dams have made countless contributions to the Great Jin Dynasty.
But he alone should not be involved in party disputes, especially not in the prince's team.
The sage did not like the news of the first queen, and it spread like wildfire long ago, and no one in the court knew about it. As for the prince, the sage naturally never cared about it, otherwise the East Palace would not have only those imperial doctors in twos and threes, who deal with things every day.
Why would this noble prince help the Shen family
Zhou Shuan was silent for a long time.
In Chang'an, anyone can participate in the party struggle and have a chance to win a career, but the government of Zhenguo will not.
After all, no matter who is higher in Taoism, if they get that high position, the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion will still be the target of everyone scrambling to win over.
Zhou Shuan turned the wolf in his hand while listening to the sound of the rain outside.
He said suddenly: "The third girl of the Shen family, is it in the hands of Lord Lu?" After the Yunyang Hou Mansion fell, the third girl of the Shen family and the young master disappeared out of thin air, and there were countless people in Chang'an who wanted to find them, but they were looking for them. not.
Today, it seems that he understands.
No one dared to touch the private house under the name of the Duke of Zhenguo.
Lu Yan's expression did not change, "Master Zhou, Lu is here to please people, not a prisoner of Dali Temple."
Zhou Shuan nodded with a smile, "When is tomorrow?"
Lu Yan: "Chen Shi."
After the time was settled, Lu Yan got up, "Then there will be Lord Lao Zhou to lead the way tomorrow."
Closing the door, Zhou Shuan said quietly, "The Marquis of Yunyang is a bit pedantic, but he has given birth to two good daughters."
Before Lu Yan set off, he suddenly heard that Shen Zhen was seriously ill. Tangyue couldn't stand it any longer, so she sent Yang Zong a message.
He didn't want to go again, but for some reason, he was patient and went to Chengyuan again.
Lanyue Pavilion.
He walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at her pale, pale face, not knowing what it was like for a while.
When Shen Zhen woke up, he happened to meet his eyes.
Lu Yan turned the white jade wrench on his hand, "It's better."
Shen Zhen's eyes were red, knowing that he was sarcasm her illness was intentional, she bit the corner of her lips and said, "I didn't mean it."
Lu Yan was silent, and after a while, he said, "Don't worry about your father's illness. I sent the doctor to Dali Temple."
Shen Zhen was stunned for a moment, then sat up hurriedly, "Thank you sir."
Lu Yan raised his hand, curled his index finger, touched her chin, rubbed it casually, and sneered, "Four words, thank me?"
Shen Zhen went to hold his hand and said, "It's not right today, I'm afraid I'll get sick to you, can I do it another day
Hearing this, Lu Yan laughed at himself.
Could it be that he is here with her, is he a prostitute who is always lustful
Lu Yan felt an inexplicable fire in his heart, he bowed his head and covered her lips. Between his lips and teeth, Shen Zhen's whole body was trembling.
Shen Zhen pushed him away again, and as soon as she made the move, she knew it was wrong, and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Lu Yan laughed angrily, "Is it fun if you want to refuse? Shen Zhen, why are you doing this? If you don't want to, you don't want to. Since I didn't force you, why did you come to hook me again?"
Shen Zhen was afraid that he would misunderstand and had no choice but to tell the truth: "Sir, today is the seventh day of the third lunar month, and it's my grandmother's death day."
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Lu Yan sat up suddenly and woke up from a dream.