Whenever people read and practiced calligraphy, they learned the word "ritual" since childhood and paid attention to rules in everything. For example, they should not proclaim lust during the day, and when a couple is in love, they must be able to stop and turn off the lamp. For those who practice rituals and observant rituals since childhood, they are not offensive rules. Wan'er's environment and education have received have made her more restrained.

But Yang Fan is just the opposite. He comes from Nanyang and doesn't care much about all the rules. His childhood experience has made him often break the rules, which forms a strong contrast with Shangguan Wan'er. What he has is exactly what Wan'er lacks, and everything he shows is full of novelty for Wan'er, a canary that grew up in the deep palace since childhood.

At this moment, she was intimate with her lover on several tables, and during the day, in Wan'er's heart, it was a very debauchery and unrespectful behavior. She usually answered the Queen Mother and the Minister of Civil and Military in the quiet and solemn hall, or wrote poems and essays with the ministers and scholars, watched fish and planted flowers, burned incense and tea, and played the piano and took a nap. All of them were elegant things.

Yang Fan's rudeness and unrestrainedness made her feel a little uncomfortable and uneasy. But how many years older than her lover, she unconsciously developed a doting and indulgent attitude towards Yang Fan, which made her not want to oppose her lover's behavior. Accepting this behavior that is contrary to the ethics and rules she usually receives in a shy manner made her feel a novel, stimulating meaning, and a heartbeat feeling that she had never had before.

When Yang Fan kissed her, Wan'er moaned and her body turned into a pool of fragrant mud.

This intimacy was far more lingering than when I was on the banks of the Yishui River. The special environment made Wan'er's sense of touch a hundred times more sensitive. She was confused and her body became softer and softer. She just wanted to lie down and let Yang Fan do whatever she wanted.

Wan'er thought randomly: "I am so old. How many years can I have to do with you? Why don't you give it to your husband... No! If the baby is secretly found out by the queen, wouldn't it ruin your hope of staying with your husband for the rest of your life? If you want to be a real couple with your husband, you have to think of a way to get some medicine first..."

Wan'er loved Yang Fan very much. Her mature body was so tempted by Yang Fan. She really wanted to give up resisting and accept the things that made her afraid and shy, but a hint of clarity in her heart reminded her of the terrible consequences of her temporary indulgence. Moreover, she didn't want to give her first time hasty handing over to her beloved man in such a simple place.

Wan'er struggled in her heart, but her will became weaker and weaker. Her hands, which were holding the table, gradually became softer. She really wanted to surrender. She was willing to be conquered and possessed by her lover.

"oops!"

Yang Fan suddenly shouted, awakening Wan'er.

Wan'er opened her eyes and saw Yang Fan accidentally knocking over the inkstone. All the ink in the inkstone was poured onto the scroll. The ink flowed along the table and was about to touch her skirt. Yang Fan quickly hugged her slender waist and hugged her off the table.

Shangguan Wan'er's hairpin was chaotic, her jade cheeks were burning, and her legs became soft as she touched the ground, and she almost slipped. Yang Fan helped her stand still, turned around and rescued the character. When she opened the character, she saw that there was a large piece of ink stain.

"What a pity! What a pity! Alas, this unique thing in the world has been destroyed in my hands."

Seeing that the word was ruined, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel regretful.

Wan'er slightly returned to normal, glared at him with shame, and said angrily: "I'm not as frivolous as you, how could you ruin this word?"

Yang Fan said: "The beauty is like jade, right in front of me. I am not a fool, how can I bear it? It's just a pity that this good word is written, alas! After this destruction, there is no such thing in the world."

Wan'er's heart was still floating in the sky. Seeing that he looked regretful, she comforted softly: "Why should you care so much? Miao Shenke is still alive in the world. How can this copy be considered an isolated copy? When Wan'er writes a book, the copy will be carried by her and asked him to write another copy!"

Just one sentence, it was like a bell ringing in the Zen temple. Yang Fan's heart was stirred and it lasted for a long time...

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The melodious bells make everyone who hears it feel extremely quiet.

This is Tiangong Temple. Tiangong Temple is located in the north of Shangshanfang and on the side of Tianjin Bridge. The Wu Empress worships Buddhism and works from above. Luoyang temples are all incense. As a large temple in Luoyang, Tiangong Temple is naturally even more believers.

On the west side of the backyard wall of Tiangong Temple, there is a house with three courtyards. Although Tiangong Temple is incense, this house is very quiet because it is located between the wall and the gables of Tiangong Temple.

Yang Fan was wearing a casual robe and stood at the door of the house, looking at the gray-brown gables on the left and right, and the eaves and corners also brought traces of time. It seemed that the house was very old.

This is the residence of Miao Shenke's family.

The little boy who was responding to the door ran back panting in a short while, his face flushed, and his big black eyes opened, bowed politely to Yang Fan, "Mr. I've been waiting for a long time. The gentleman said that he has not seen a foreign guest for a long time and does not want to break the rules for Mr. You. May I ask Mr. You to come to the door, is there anything wrong?"

Only then did Yang Fan realize that the boy from Yingmen was actually a student of Miao Shenke, and then said, "Didn't my little brother tell your husband that I have written a letter from Shangguan Kaizhao?"

The boy laughed gigglingly. He was only seven or eight years old and was changing his teeth. His smile showed his uneven teeth: "I said that because of this, the gentleman asked the boy to ask the husband for his purpose, otherwise, I would probably not ask any more."

Yang Fan said: "Since that's the case, please reply to Mr. Miao, and say that the 'General Xue Stele' that the 'General' that lingered in the palace was accidentally damaged. Shangguan Kaizhao was deeply regretful and ordered me to come and ask Mr. Miao to give another piece of ink treasure!"

"That's how..."

The little boy scratched his head and nodded simply, "Then wait, boy will ask the sir again!"

After the little guy finished speaking, he ran away again, and soon he ran back and said, "My husband, please come in!"

Yang Fan stepped into the gate, and the little boy led him inside.

Yang Fan looked at the situation in the courtyard carefully. On the screen wall next to the door 2, flowers, birds, fish and insects, or freehand landscape paintings, all of which have been a while. The ground is paved with pebbles. The frequent grinding makes them smooth and round, and walking on it, there is a peaceful and distant wild interest.

There are also some plots in the yard that once seemed to be flower beds. The low soil enclosure had long been destroyed. There were wild grasses and clusters of unknown small flowers growing freely inside, revealing a little desolation.

There was no one in the yard. It seemed that people from the Miao family were usually staying in the backyard. Yang Fan looked around and asked nonsense: "Little brother, what's your name?"

The little boy said: "Boy Du Xian."

Yang Fan said: "Oh, did you accept many students when you live here?"

Du Xian jumped and said, "Mr. I have never accepted many students. Just because my father is busy with official duties and has no time to educate the boy, and he has a good relationship with the husband, he entrusted the boy to teach him."

Yang Fan said: "Oh? Is Lingzun an official in the court?"

Du Xian said: "My father is a direct scholar in Xiuwenguan, Duke Bijian."

At that time, people had no names, but they didn’t have to add taboos when mentioning father’s characters. However, to show respect, they should add a public character. However, in general, unless you are particularly famous, you say the characters but not the names. How can others know whose child you are? This little guy proudly said the words of father’s characters, and it seems that his father is very famous.

Unfortunately, Yang Fan didn't know much about famous scholars nowadays. He didn't know that Du Bijian was Du Shenyan among the "Four Friends of Articles". He did not have the ability to predict the future, so he naturally didn't know that the little naughty boy in front of him was the biological father of the poet Du Fu. Du Shenyan was arrogant and arrogant, and was most arrogant, and was willing to entrust his son to Miao Shenke's teachings. It can be seen that he also recognized Miao Shenke's knowledge.

Du Xian led Yang Fan into an elegant living room in the courtyard of the middle courtyard, bowed to him and said, "Mr. Please sit down. The gentleman just learned about the purpose of his husband. He has already started looking for the old collection of essays. Now he must have found it. I will go to grind ink and serve him. After the inscription is written, he will send it to the husband!"

Yang Fan was stunned. This Miao Shenke really couldn't avoid anyone. I came with Shangguan Kaizhao's letter, how dare he be so arrogant?

At this time, a Qingtan Oil Truck slowly drove across Tianjin Bridge, turned into Shangshanfang, and passed by Tiangong Temple.

The old cow walked slowly with steady steps. In the car, a handsome man quietly lifted the curtain and looked outside, looking back: "Madam, we are almost here."

This person was Wu Youji, the general of the Right Guard. There was a woman sitting in the car, about thirty years old, wearing a light blue white orchid skirt, and a half-armed, with a face like a full moon, with bright eyes and long eyebrows. However, she was Wu Youji's wife Li, and the single name of the wife Li, was the word Yue.

Wu Youji put down the curtain of the sedan chair and said worriedly: "Wu Sansi invited me for no reason? I'm afraid there is no good banquet."

Li Yue gently climbed on his arm and said softly: "What are you worried about? Your brother is always going to harm you?"

Wu Youji patted her arm and said, "Yue'er, you don't know anything. My cousin, of course, won't harm me, and there is no need to harm me, but it's hard to guarantee that I will help him harm people."

Li Yue grabbed his big hand, gently stroked his tender cheeks a few times, and said softly: "Mr. Langjun has always been unable to stand the domineering of the Wu family, so I naturally know that. If Mr. Langjun is really hard, we will resign and not go back to our hometown in Taiyuan."

Wu Youji smiled bitterly and said, "Yue'er, what you said is easy. Our Wu family declined because of the empress dowager, and it was also prosperous because of the empress dowager. Success and failure depend on the empress dowager. When you want to be an official, you have no choice but to be an official, and you don't want to be an official. If you resign and do not do it for your husband, you may never be able to live with the family again. Even if you return to your hometown in Taiyuan, you will not have a good life."

Li Yue sighed and said, "I naturally know my husband's character. But no matter what he does, he is destined to be a member of the Wu family. He will prosper and lose with the Wu family. Since we cannot get rid of it, we have to be fooled. I believe that after the Empress Dowager ascends the throne, there will be fewer places to use my husband. If the husband does not want to stay in the official career, then he will find a way to get rid of him."

Wu Youji sighed long and said, "I have to do this."
Chapter completed!