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In ancient times, there were sages who passed through the house three times without entering in order to control floods. This showed their virtuousness for the country and the people.
Today, the loyal and righteous uncle Yang Fan has passed through the door of his house thousands of times over the mountains and ridges. There is a "door" but he does not go in. He is frustrated and happy at the same time.
When Yang Fan and Wu Meiniang were leaning on each other, in the Taichang Temple Jiaofang Department.
In an independent courtyard of the embroidery building, Xiao Shiyun was wearing pink gauze, with a slender body with exquisite lines. She was reclining on the couch, supporting her chin with one hand and repeating the poem "Pipa Xing" over and over in her mouth.
, a resolute face suddenly came to mind.
Although she is a singer, she is still a serious woman, beautiful as a flower, outstanding in singing and dancing, extraordinary in literary talent, and even...
Which young talent would not be proud to meet him, only this Yang Fan. Thinking about how this 'hateful' person dared to refuse her invitation just now, Yuya couldn't help but bite her seductive red lips.
Could it be that she was so unbearable in his eyes? Her beautiful eyes filled with anger and resentment were gradually covered with a layer of mist.
Since ancient times, heroes have been matched with beauties, and beauties have loved talented men, not to mention the Tang Dynasty where romance was prevalent. Of course, Xiao Shiyun was also the same. He kept thinking in his heart, wondering where the man who had disturbed his mind was now?
"Girl, it's already the fourth watch, why are you still restless? Is it because of my loyal uncle Yang Fan?"
The little maid Tong'er saw her girl leaning on the couch, holding a scroll and reading it carefully, looking a little lost in thought. She probably wouldn't rest for a while, so she secretly complained that Uncle Zhongyi was really cruel.
, he was actually willing to treat the girl like a fairy like this, so he made a cup of tea and brought it over to give some advice.
Xiao Shiyun put down her scroll, her eyes a little confused. She picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea before she came back to her senses.
He smiled apologetically at his little maid, lifted the gauze covering his body, stood up, and walked slowly to the window.
The bright moon in the sky has become oval. I think it won't take a few days to see the full moon.
Life should be like the moon. Only after experiencing the regret of the missing moon, the waxing moon will make people more nostalgic and admirable. Thinking of this, my mood inexplicably becomes much better.
Tong'er was stunned by the girl's beautiful smile just now. Even though he had lived with the girl for many years, he was defeated by that peerless charm. He was naturally beautiful and had a smile as bright as a flower.
She is like a fairy who has been banished to the mortal world. Shouldn't such a picturesque girl deserve to live a life of fine clothing and fine food, without any worries?
Shouldn't she be held in the palm of someone's hand and taken care of? But why should she fall into this land of fireworks?
Although beauties have had bad luck since ancient times, she believes that her girl will definitely return to the clouds.
The little maid Tong'er loved and hated the loyal uncle who dared to reject his girl. She bit her lips lightly and looked at the girl's white jade cheeks. There was a trace of sadness in her expression from time to time, and she couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
The little maid's dark little eyes turned and said: "Since the girl appreciates Uncle Zhongyi's literary talents so much, why not let him redeem the girl's life? If the girl asks, no man in the world will refuse."
The two of them had been master and servant for so many years. Of course Xiao Shiyun knew the little maid's thoughts. She angrily stretched out her spring onion-like finger and gently poked the little maid's forehead, and said with an angry smile: "You are in the Jiaofang Division, why do you want to redeem yourself?"
Is it that easy?"
The little maid Tong'er stuck out her tongue and said naughtily: "Of course Tong'er knows, but it may be difficult for other people to redeem themselves, but this loyal uncle has the best chance..."
On the one hand, Uncle Zhongyi had made great contributions to the court. If he wanted to redeem the girl, Taichang Temple would not dare to let him go.
On the other hand, Uncle Zhongyi made millions of silver coins from the last auction, and this time he won hundreds of thousands more coins from gambling at Piaoxianglou, so he was not short of money.
Xiao Shiyun rolled her eyes at her personal maid and said angrily: "You are willing to sell me to that girl in Chang'an Xungui's eyes? What are your plans?"
Seeing that Xiao Shiyun was not angry, the little maid Tong'er said slowly: "Uncle Zhongyi is said to be a hammer, but that is the real hammer. Uncle Zhongyi not only contributed methods to prevent smallpox, but also solved relief problems for His Majesty today.
, there is also news in the palace that he proposed many disadvantages of the imperial examination... As long as the girl can redeem herself and leave the Taichang Temple Jiaofang Division, she will not be under the surveillance of the court. This loyal uncle is a god of wealth, talented and earning.
Money, for the mission of the girl..."
Xiao Shiyun's pretty face suddenly turned cold, and she shouted: "What are you talking about? Jin Yan..."
The little maid realized that she had made a mistake, and was startled. She ran to the door in a panic, looked around carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that no one was there.
Xiao Shiyun's expression became a little sad. How long had it been since she last saw her mother?
Is she well?
Thinking about her mission, it made her breathless.
Nowadays, the people of the Tang Dynasty live and work in peace and contentment, the world has become more stable, and a few people still remember the glory of the past.
Can my thin shoulders really bear such a heavy responsibility?
At this moment, Xiao Shiyun was a little confused.
The tea cup in my hand gradually became cold, and the room became silent.
He put down the tea cup, picked up the calligraphy scroll and read it softly again.
As her mind gradually calmed down, Xiao Shiyun said calmly: "From now on, pay attention to collect the whereabouts and whereabouts of Uncle Zhongyi, and what he is doing on weekdays."
The little maid suddenly smiled and nodded her head in response.
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The clouds are dancing lightly, and the morning glow is splashing everywhere.
Yang Fan woke up with a feeling of softness, and squeezed the softness in his hands like a conditioned reflex. A soft hum sounded in his ears, and he opened his eyes and looked at Wu Meiniang nestled in his arms.
Two pairs of slender eyelashes were seen trembling slightly, and her white cheeks were a little red. It was obvious that she had woken up long ago and was just pretending to sleep now.
He smiled, knowing that she was embarrassed, so he didn't try to expose it and prepared to get up.
Seeing Yang Fan getting up, of course Wu Meiniang couldn't pretend anymore, she propped up her soft body, opened her big hazy eyes and said shyly: "Mr. Lang, I'd better serve you and dress you!"
Looking at Wu Meiniang with a half-smile, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel happy and teased: "Oh? Meiniang can still get up? Didn't she say she was about to die last night?"
A burst of joking made Wu Meiniang feel shy, and she beat Yang Fan's chest with disapproval.
She didn't expect that Mr. Lang knew so much about the pleasures of the boudoir, tossing herself to death and causing floods several times.
Although the marriage was not consummated, he was so good at tormenting others that he actually let himself use his mouth...
She really didn't dare to think about that shy action anymore, her body went limp again, and all the strength she had gathered was drained away in an instant.
Yang Fan laughed loudly and stood up straight away. Maybe he heard the noise, and Xing'er ran in from outside to tidy up Yang Fan's clothes.
Seeing Xing'er's eyes looking at her from time to time, Wu Meiniang pulled the quilt over her head and instantly covered her little head. However, the lingering smell on the quilt made her ears feel hot again.