"You just recite me like this, and you're not afraid that Si Qi will find out?"
"She sleeps so deeply every day, and I don't even use Mixiang. I guess she won't be able to wake up."
"But, but... I'm always a little embarrassed."
"Look at the stars, just look at the stars."
"Can you believe what you say?"
"Then Wan'er, what are you going to do?" Fan Xian looked at her face with a smirk. The moonlight outside the tent was not bright, so Lin Wan'er's face looked extraordinarily hazy and beautiful.
Lin Wan'er wrinkled the tip of her nose beautifully, and sighed falsely: "I promise you, a big pervert like you, to snatch people in the middle of the night, what can I do?"
Fan Xian also sighed: "I'm also worried about always being sneaky like this. After we get married in the future, if I go back to our bedroom and I won't walk in, what should I do?"
Lin Wan'er spat at him, for fear that his thoughts would really develop in an evil way. After all, it was late at night and the two of them were alone. If he really wanted to... whatever, she would be powerless to stop her.
Fan Xian didn't know what the girl was thinking. If he knew that Lin Wan'er had already thought of the word "powerless to stop" at this time, he might have rushed forward. Thinking of being powerless to stop him means that he is actually ready not to stop him.
The two of them were lying on the soft cushions, the curtain was opened a crack, and looking up from the tent, they could just see a starry sky, the moon was light tonight, so the stars appeared extraordinarily bright, with hints of dark blue in the darkness In the night, gently watching all the lovers on the earth.
Lin Wan'er leaned in Fan Xian's arms, and Fan Xian could only feel the faint fragrance coming from his nose, the soft and elastic back and buttocks of a little girl on his chest and abdomen, and the thin green shirt of a summer youth, as if there was no fabric to stop him Average among people. There is no doubt that the men who have not responded at this time, whether they are sixteen or sixty, have already fallen to the stage where they are inferior to animals. So Fan Xian tightened his arms a little nervously, bringing their bodies closer without leaving any distance, feeling every ounce of touch and elasticity from his arms in confusion or happiness.
Fan Xian began to perform magic tricks. His right hand was holding Wan'er's hand before, but in the next moment, he somehow ran into the thin clothes on the girl's chest, and held a certain soft place, a piece of plumpness.
The tent was extremely quiet, and even the slight sound of waves on the lake seemed very shy.
After a long time, there were a few shy voices from the tent, as well as a young man's intoxicated voice: "There are always things in the world that you don't believe what you see. It's really hard to grasp... It's hard to grasp."
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Lin Wan'er's ears were completely red, she hummed twice, and twisted her body to get rid of Fan Xian's clutches, but she was no match for Brother Chu's outburst, her body became weaker after being teased, and she coughed twice The sound made a bit of a weak feeling abruptly.
Sure enough, Fan Xian was taken aback, thinking she had caught a cold, so he quickly recited the Pure Heart and Universal Mantra a few times, suppressed his desire, straightened her clothes, and pulled a blanket to cover her. Lin Wan'er was still ashamed, but she was amused and touched in her heart. She was afraid that he would transform again, so she changed the subject as soon as she rolled her eyes: "Today's white... see you sorting out those new things. If you sell them, I'm afraid they won't sell. Less?" This refers to the barbecue seasonings and the tent where the two lived.
Fan Xian felt a little dissatisfied with his desires at this time, and said in a hissed voice: "The majesty princess, what are you worrying about these little money for? Come, give me another kiss."
Lin Wan'er was shy and anxious, and said, "You also run a bookstore and make tofu. People think you like doing business."
Fan Xian wanted to make tofu, but he really likes tofu, so he replied with a bitter face: "I have to prove that I can make money, only in this way, in the future, our emperor's uncle will hand over the internal treasury to you and me, and then he will put it down." Come from your heart." After he entered Beijing, he focused on doing business and made friends with Qingyutang for this purpose.
The hot bodies of the two finally calmed down a lot at this time, they hugged and watched the stars and chatted, somehow, they talked about Fan Xian's visit to the old man in the prime minister's mansion a few days ago.
"Daddy... are you okay?" Lin Wan'er asked with concern. She seldom saw her father, but she was still very concerned. Seeing the silly brother today, thinking of the early death of the second brother Lin Gong, and the loneliness of her father, she was afraid that it would be very difficult. Sad, as a son of man, but unable to serve beside him, it really shouldn't be.
Fan Xian knew what she was thinking, and comforted him, "It's all good. After we get married in the future, we will be filial together. It will be better than now... By the way, the Prime Minister really agrees with our marriage..."
The voices of the two were getting lower and lower, gradually becoming inaudible, and disappeared in the quiet night by the lake. As for what happened that night, we will worry about it later.
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On the second day when the sun came into the window, the two of them should not be still in the tent, otherwise the guard maids would know that their mistress and future male mistress were actually loving and affectionate outside all night. The most sensational gossip news of the month.
Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er opened and rubbed their eyes on the bed in their respective rooms, turned over, smiled, thought about it, and stretched stupidly.
After everyone got up, they began to divide the table to eat, and the maids and servants were busy. Lin Wan'er was sitting at the round table, gently serving porridge to... Dabao's pickles and shredded vegetables, without even glancing at Fan Xian. On the other side, Fan Xian was busy blowing the hot air from the cold bowl for his younger sister, showing a particularly affectionate brother and sister relationship.
Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er didn't look at each other, but a certain emotion rippling between their brows and eyes made the whole hall begin to emit a smell called happiness. Sensitive as Ye Ling'er and intelligent as Fan Ruoruo, they looked at each other suspiciously, and then looked away in a tacit understanding.
It was still early in the morning, and after dinner, Fan Xian was about to go to find a secluded place in the forest to exercise his body and maintain the daily practice, but Ye Linger walked up to him seriously, clasped his fists, and asked him for advice.
After Ye Ling'er returned home, she told her father about the contest outside the royal courtyard that day. After careful questioning, Ye Zhong praised Fan Xian's response, saying that Mr. Fan was able to escape the assassination at the beginning. The giant tree that grows in profile is really extraordinary. After hearing his father's words, Ye Ling'er finally had some confidence in Fan Xian, but she upheld the Ye family's philosophy of martial arts, and sincerely asked Fan Xian for advice whenever she had an opportunity.
The so-called asking for advice can only prove that Ye Linger is not convinced to the bone.
Fan Xian seldom practiced against others. When he was in Danzhou, he was basically a pitiful character who was beaten by Uncle Wuzhu, so today he was qualified to give advice to Ye Linger, who was a seventh-rank master, and he was a little unexpectedly happy. It's true to give advice, but Wuzhu is not a good teacher, and he is not a good teacher. He only talks about how straight the punch should be, and how effort should be saved in this punch. They can only start from the superficial appearance, and cannot sum up a set complete theory.
The so-called small tricks are Fan Xian's complete set of killing skills today, but it is a little inconvenient to teach others, especially a beautiful little girl with eyes as clear as emerald jade. Moreover, Fan Xian is not an honest person who will get his heart out when he sees people, so Ye Linger can't learn the essence of Wu Zhu's murder, but it will benefit in the end.
Fan Xian smiled, and today he finally saw all of Ye Family's Liuyun Sanshou clearly. It turned out that a simple pair of hands can evolve so many attacking methods. Even Ye Ling'er's strike has the power to break the wind and kill the gods. , if Ye Zhong or Ye Liuyun did it himself, I am afraid that the coffin-splitting skill is enough to break open the stone tomb, and the Sanshou is like a dry branch, which will always make the opponent's body skills condense and cannot hide!
After some punching and palming, Fan Xian was very satisfied with the flexibility of Ye Linger's body, but the way he smiled and looked at the girl's small waist always seemed a little strange. Ye Ling'er didn't notice his gaze, otherwise she might fly into a rage. She was still deeply shocked by the perfect coordination of Fan Xian's previous attack trajectory and angle and strength.
In short, there is no loss in this transaction.
After a long time, there was a cry of pain in the woods, Fan Xian walked out rubbing his wrists, followed by Ye Linger, holding his nose, and finally became completely honest.
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In fact, for all the people in this world, daily life is like a running account, just step by step, repeated every day, which is inevitably a bit boring. But the two things of power and wealth seem to guarantee that some fresh figures will occasionally appear in the running account.
Dabao and Fan Sizhe were kicked by Fan Xian to go to the back mountain to ride horses and shoot arrows. They had their own guards to protect them and maids to serve them, so they didn't need to worry too much. In the current summer resort, he is the only man left, plus three girls, Wan'er, younger sister, and Ye Ling'er.
Sitting in the courtyard, sipping tea and listening to the music, watching the pretty girl sing softly, Fan Xian smiled, thinking that power is a good thing, the county chief can immediately call someone from the capital to sing after listening to the music , this singing girl is a real singer, with a good voice walking in the courtyard of the princes in Kyoto, she is also a bit noble.
It was only at this moment that Fan Xian realized that he was a man of the Qing Dynasty. He had to seek power or wealth for himself and those around him. The horse thief, the hard worker in the adobe kiln, perhaps some things are worth giving up.
He was a selfish man, he reminded himself often.
In front of the mountain hall, the girl named Sang Wen had a crisp voice, mixed with the breeze, walking up the hall, lingering around the beam.
"Several villages before winter and after winter, there are two frosts on the north and south of the stream, on the lonely mountain at the top of the tree. Where is the fragrance when the cold wind comes? Suddenly, I meet a silk dress with onyx sleeves. I wake up from the cold and dream, the flute is sad, the spring is heartbroken, and the moon is light. Dim."