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A drizzle fell at night.
Fresh green plantain, dyed clothes with apricot fragrance.
In the wedding room, the general called for gold to withdraw his troops, and paused for a while.
Yan Guogong put his arms around the man, stroking his wife's head with his big palm. Her hair is soft and thin, like bright black satin, with a slight dampness. He was quite fond of playing with it.
"hot."
The other party pushed Duke Yan's chest in disgust, motioning him to stay away.
Duke Yan did not move.
The other party turned over neatly and moved into the bed.
Yan Guogong's chest trembled slightly, "After begging to be a husband, I will dislike it. Madam is not kind."
Seeing that the person was really fast asleep, he didn't respond, he smiled and shook his head, stretched his long arms, shook off the quilt that Lin Lang had kicked into the corner, rolled her back, and covered her well.
The person in his arms muttered and wanted to struggle, but Lord Yan raised his hand and patted her small buttocks gently.
"If you don't want to cry and hoarse like just now, let your husband settle down."
As if sensing some kind of threat, the little wife really didn't move, and fell asleep obediently cuddling her husband.
The next day, when the sky cleared, Lin Lang woke up faintly.
She subconsciously reached out to touch the position next to her, and was immediately grasped by a pair of rough hands.
"What are you looking for, ma'am?"
At this moment, Lin Lang was still a little unconscious, and said vaguely, "Well... find a naughty and bullying husband."
Duke Yan laughed lightly, and half hugged him up. The woman's head was thrown back lazily, her messy black hair was scattered everywhere, and he pushed back the hair that covered her face so that she could breathe freely.
While helping others to dress, the man said, "Madam may have made a mistake. She is neither bad nor bullying. Here is a good husband. Madam, wake up and claim it."
In response, a foot kicked between his waist and abdomen.
Really rampant.
Duke Yan grabbed the slender ankle, and put on thin socks.
By the time Linlang woke up, she was already sitting in front of the bronze mirror, allowing the maid to comb her woman's hair up. Yan Guogong sat aside and watched carefully, with a quite relaxed expression.
Lin Lang was fine, but the girl's hands were shaking from fright.
This is a man of high authority and unparalleled hotness. The place where he is located can be the central court where the power of the world is highly concentrated, or the border battlefield where the flames of war are raging and shrouded in horses and skins. But everyone can't think of it. One day, he will be warm in the red sleeves of the boudoir, watching his new wife put on makeup and eyebrows.
The little girl's hands trembled even more.
"Look at how frightening you are, and what you have made my girl look like." Lin Lang dared to stroke a tiger's beard, and casually threw a box of brightly colored silk flowers, "Count how many flowers there are and how many petals there are." It was purely to distract him, otherwise, how could the girl have the heart to put makeup on her
Duke Yan had no parents, and Lin Lang became the biggest hostess as soon as she entered the house, so she didn't have to serve tea, but waited to be served tea.
This "other" is not anyone else, but her new stepson.
This time, she is going to rush to show her off, so how can she not overwhelm the audience
The older husband really did as his wife told him to. After fiddling carefully, he reported to his superiors, "Three silk flowers have nine petals, and six silk flowers have twelve petals."
At this time, Lin Lang also finished her makeup.
"Is it good?" She turned her head and asked.
Lord Yan heard her question, so he leaned over, held his face in his hands, looked at her carefully, then wiped her lips with his fingertips, and peeled off some rouge, "That's good."
He squeezed his wife's slightly cool palm, and after confirming that she didn't need to add any more clothes, he led the people to the main hall.
Someone is already there.
The Shizi was obviously carried out by his attendants, his clothes were a little messy, and he looked very depressed. Usually they would not dare to commit such crimes, but whoever told the man of the Duke's Mansion to speak up, for the sake of their own lives, the followers had no choice but to carry him here under the murderous eyes of the eldest son.
"What are you still doing? Serve tea to mother."
The Duke of Yan, Da Ma Jin Dao, sat at the main seat. Since he was newly married, the Duke of Yan wore a gown with a red bat pattern, and black rhinoceros horns hanging from his waist, which made him look handsome and energetic.
When Butler Shen came over to meet people, he thought that there was something wrong with his eyes. Your Excellency has always loved black linen and silver gray. Except for the fiery red wedding dress, Butler Shen has never seen an adult wearing clothes of other colors.
Looking at the Duke's wife again, she is also wearing a crimson red dress, like a fresh peach.
Butler Shen couldn't figure it out.
"Tea?"
Yan Zhaolie had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Only because of her? Also worthy?"
Lin Lang sat firmly on the hostess' seat, fingering the jade bracelet on her wrist. This was put on by a man while she was asleep, and the size was very suitable.
As a stepmother, what should she do in the face of her stepson's provocation? Lin Lang didn't speak, but turned her face slightly to see what her Duke's husband meant.
Duke Yan stroked the back of Linlang's hand, telling her not to worry about it.
Turning his head, the smile on the man's lips was completely restrained, and the people around him bowed their heads and necks, not daring to look at each other.
As a husband who has seen wind and rain and is getting older, Duke Yan is undoubtedly mature and wise. He patiently guides his wife and tolerates her nonsense.
But as the pillar of a country, the lord of a mansion, or even a father for a long time, a man is much stricter.
To him, his wife is someone who wants to be with him for half his life, and is the endless tenderness branded in his blood. He has enough patience to teach her what is good, what is bad, what not to do, and what to be vigilant about. Just because he has plenty of time in his life, he is not in a hurry, and prefers to lead others with an attitude of spring breeze turning rain.
And starting from selfishness, he was not willing to scold and scold her with a severe attitude.
Anyway, this person will be protected behind him in the future, even if she has caused a big mess, it is only natural for a husband to take care of his wife's aftermath.
But the son is different. He will inherit the Duke’s mansion in the future. Perhaps under certain circumstances, the young man will stay away from his parents, go out to study, learn things, make meritorious deeds, etc. Sooner or later, the young eagle will spread its wings and fly high. Under the wings, he will still be like today, not knowing what is good or bad, arrogant and arrogant, sooner or later he will be a stepping stone for others, a snack for others!
"Zhao Lie, offer tea to your mother."
Yan Guogong said calmly, "Don't say that the masters didn't teach you, the king of heaven and earth, relatives and teachers, you must not be disloyal to the monarch, you must be filial to your relatives, and you must not be disrespectful to your teachers. Are you going to be a disrespectful and disrespectful person? "
"Not filial and disrespectful... Huh! Come and go, you will use this annoying etiquette to overwhelm others." Yan Zhaolie was indeed still young, and he was irritated by Yan Guogong's words.
His father's face was indifferent, as immovable as a mountain like a grand master, and he stabbed a knife in his son's heart, "Etiquette is established by a sage, and it has been practiced after thousands of years of testing. You can neither reach the height of a sage, nor The demeanor of a saint, if he is not successful, he will not be successful, a brat who only gets angry at women, with the word useless written on his face, who has the right to say that the etiquette of a saint is annoying?"
Yan Zhaolie really wanted to confuse his father with a bunch of big ideas, but he searched his brains and sadly found that none of the words were suitable, so he had to say bitterly, "Pedantic old antique!"
"Old antique?" Yan Guogong raised his eyelids, his background color was like a black pool, "Don't you know that the older the antique, the more valuable it is? The spring moon and mountains and rivers left by Wenmo in the previous dynasty were not worth three hundred in the prosperous age Wen, now that the dynasty has changed, do you know how much it took for your father to get it?"
Yan Zhaolie snorted, "At most it's only a thousand taels of gold."
Father shook his head.
His heart suddenly fell, and his confidence dropped by more than half, "How much more? Is it going to reach the entire Duke's Mansion?"
Duke Yan still shook his head.
The others listened with strained ears.
Could it be that this volume of pictures of mountains and rivers was sold for an unbelievable sky-high price
Lin Lang propped her chin up, looked at Yan Zhaolie with a smile, and saw how the prince who chased the ducks to the shelves would end up.
The other party glared at her angrily, obviously thinking of that ridiculous wedding night.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the father didn't step down the steps at all, which made the majestic eldest son lose face in front of his stepmother. Yan Zhaolie's mind was buzzing, and he felt like a little puppet playing in his palm.
The young man was humiliated, and the end of his eyes was stained with thin red. In Lin Lang's eyes, he looked rather pitiful. He gritted his teeth and said, "It is impossible to use another paper to cover the world. Shall I change it?"
Duke Yan looked at his son strangely, as if surprised that he would give such an answer.
Yan Zhaolie's chest stood up again.
Then he heard his father say: "How come? The other party sent me without taking any money."
Yan Guogong looked at him again and sighed.
As if to say, how could he have such a stupid son in his wise life
Who dares to ask for the money of the lord of the country? Don't be afraid to burn your palms!
"puff-"
Lin Lang finally couldn't hold back and laughed on the spot.
Fortunately, she still remembered that she was the wife of the Duke's Mansion, and covered her face with a round fan, but everyone could hear the laughter. The relationship went full circle, deliberately digging holes for his son.
Could it be for revenge for that phrase "old antique"
Yan Zhaolie's handsome face flushed red, he was ashamed and angry, "Are you deliberately making fun of me?"
The man tapped the table with his fingers, and the surroundings became quiet. Duke Yan said slowly, "Do you really think that being a father is making fun of you? Being a father is just to let you know that as a man, you must not be narrow-minded or shallow-minded." , even if you can't be both civil and military, you can't lose your bearing. Now, serve tea to your mother."
Yan Zhaolie was holding back an evil fire, and wanted to turn around and run away, but in the end he succumbed to his Lao Tzu's lustful power.
Lin Lang took out the red envelope she had prepared, and said as if complaining, "The child is still young, I just need to learn more in the future, there is no one like you who can make people down." She smiled at Yan Zhaolie, "You Dad just has this temper, so ignore him."
This couple has a good face and a bad face, and they cooperate very well.
Being cared for so "lovingly" by a woman who was two years younger, Yan Zhaolie choked in his throat, unable to get up or down, and his face was extremely ugly.
Duke Yan glanced at it, "Okay, let's go down, don't go out for a few days, and write a few articles about the world in the house."
Before Yan Zhaolie could refute, the stepmother at the side persuaded hypocritically, "He's just a child, how can he restrain his playful nature?"
He looked at Lin Lang suspiciously, this person was so kind as to intercede for him
Yan Guogong said again, "Well, since you are a child and your mind is unstable, you should temper yourself. The master in the mansion is still there. He will study literature in the morning, practice martial arts in the afternoon, and go to his father's study in the evening to do a daily routine. Check it out." He said lightly, "If you pass the test, don't even think about going out to play, it's fine to sleep on the floor in the study."
Yan Zhaolie's face turned green when he heard that.
But his father completely ignored his son's mood and raised his hand to let him go.
Lin Lang saw that the hero left in a daze, and waved his handkerchief to express his sympathy.
Tsk, a murder caused by the phrase "old antique".
It seems that men are not convinced of the old.
Then she said fearlessly, "Old Antique, your beautiful and unparalleled wife is hungry, what will you have for breakfast later?"
Duke Yan squinted at her.
"How about steamed Qingqing?"