Yang Fan was thinking hard and could not help but be distracted. When Shanghai Wan 'er was talking to him, his eyes were still staring straight ahead. Halfway through Shanghai Wan' er's sentence, he came back to his senses and hastily saluted: "Subordinate Yang Fan pays respect to Shangguan Daizhao!"
As he saluted, he forgot about the big halberd in his bosom. The big halberd swayed and fell to the side. Yang Fan hastily grabbed it. Shanghai Wan 'er felt like laughing. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly. Pleased, she said: "Yes, it is indeed you. Why are you here?"
Yang Fan replied: "Zaixia initially joined the Jin Wu Guards and became a cook. But in just three days, I was transferred to lead the army."
Shanghai Wan 'er smiled and said: "Very good! In this way, when I have free time in the future, I can ask for some advice on your cuju skill. "
Yang Fan laughed: "Shangguan Daizhao's cuju skill is really brilliant. Zaixia is also interested to learn from you!"
Shanghai Wan 'er nodded her head and stepped into the hall. There is a strange feeling in her heart. She turned her head to look at Yang Fan and saw that his expression is normal and there is nothing unusual. But the strange feeling in her heart is still lingering and she could not explain it clearly. Yang Fan is deep in thought, his eyes look dangerous. Shanghai Wan 'er has already sensed it but she could not figure out what that expression means.
…
Empress Wu is in charge of the Wu Cheng Hall. She will take a break at noon and then have a meal. Following that, she will go to Wu Cheng Hall. After her afternoon nap, she will meet with a few ministers who need to discuss military affairs in private. Therefore, for the whole morning, Shanghai Wan'er was the owner of Wucheng Hall.
For the rest of the time, Yang Fan had been standing at the door, anxiously looking into the hall. Unfortunately, Shanghai Wan'er did not come out again. Even if she came out, unless she took the initiative to talk to him, he could not strike up a conversation. Seeing the only person who knew the truth right in front of him, Yang Fan could not do anything, that kind of feeling was really uncomfortable.
Yang Fan stood there and let his imagination run wild. "There will be a time when she leaves Wu Cheng Hall, right? For example, passing the decree for Empress Wu. When she leaves, I will find a chance to follow her. Hehehehe … No way! This is the Martial Achievement Hall. My range of activity is limited to the third courtyard. If she leaves and I follow her, I'll be discovered immediately. "
"Hmm … She has to go to the toilet, right? The toilet is on the west side of the side hall. On the left and right side are the residence of the eunuchs and palace maids. During the day, they have their own duties and are not around. That place has always been deserted. I can follow her and subdue her. She is a girl, and with a little intimidation, she will obediently confess. That won't do. I won't have enough time to change my clothes. If I only cover my face, there are only a few guards in front of the hall. It will be easy to find out who left and who didn't. Don't tell me, after getting a confession, I have to kill her? "
Yang Fan stood there, his mind wandering. Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice. "Hey! What are you doing? "
"Ah?"
Yang Fan came back to his senses. He saw Shanghai Wan'er, who he had schemed against thousands of times, standing in front of him. She looked at him curiously. Yang Fan was startled. He stammered, "I … I was thinking … What is the matter of waiting for the decree?"
The corner of Shanghai Wan'er's mouth twitched. She held back her laughter and said, "Come with me to the History Library. Bring these files over!"
Behind Shanghai Wan'er stood a little eunuch. He held a thick stack of files in his hands. It was high up to his chin. He swayed with great difficulty. Yang Fan hurriedly agreed. He took most of the files from the little eunuch's hands.
Shanghai Wan'er walked in front. Yang Fan and the little eunuch followed behind. Even though Yang Fan took most of the files, it was still very easy for him to carry. He spread his legs and walked leisurely. The little eunuch felt relaxed at first. However, with the weight of ten catties in his hands, he found it more and more strenuous and fell behind.
Yang Fan stared at Shanghai Wan'er's graceful back view. He couldn't help but think. "This is really troublesome. She is the only person who knows the whereabouts of Miao Shenke. If I want to get information from her mouth, I'm afraid there is no other way but to use force. But what should I do after using force? Kill her? Not to mention that I can't do it. Even if I could, with her status, if something happens, would I be able to walk out of the palace? "
Yang Fan was thinking when Shanghai Wan'er suddenly turned around. She said with a smile, "You go to the palace …"
Shanghai Wan'er turned around. She found that Yang Fan's eyes were fixed on her. And the angle of his line of sight …
With just a glance, Shanghai Wan'er could tell that if she did not turn around, Yang Fan's angle of view would be below her waist — the position of her buttocks. Shanghai Wan'er's tender cheeks turned hot. She suddenly felt a little angry.
Yang Fan was deep in thought with the files in his hands. Shanghai Wan'er suddenly stopped. Yang Fan realized that he was about to bump into her. He hurriedly stopped. The tall stack of files in his arms fell forward due to inertia. With a crash, they scattered on the ground.
Yang Fan quickly squatted down to pick up the files. The embarrassment in Shanghai Wan'er's heart lessened slightly. She glared fiercely at the back of Yang Fan's head. Seeing that the little eunuch had just caught up, she also squatted down to help him pick up the files.
"Let's go!"
Shanghai Wan'er picked up the last file and slapped it heavily on the tall stack of files in front of Yang Fan. She raised her chin and turned around like a proud peacock.
This peacock walked in front. As she walked, she gradually became uncomfortable. She did not know if Yang Fan was still staring at her. She did not dare to turn around to look. In her consciousness, there was always a pair of eyes staring at her buttocks. It made her a little itchy, a little numb, and a little … uncomfortable.
When the little eunuch caught up, he suddenly found that Shangguan Daizhao was walking with a slight limp.
…
Shanghai Wan'er grew up in the palace. The only men she had seen in her childhood were eunuchs. After she was recognized by Empress Wu and became Empress Wu's Daizhao, she helped Empress Wu to manage the Hongwen Library. She weighed the talents of the world. Most of the people she came into contact with were learned scholars. Among them, there were very few young scholars. Most of them were old people in their sixties.
Even if there were young officials and scholars, who dared to be rude to this Shangguan Daizhao? Therefore, she had never had the slightest experience like this. This Shangguan Daizhao had been exposed to poetry and literature since she was young. After serving Wu Zetian, she was proficient in documents and government management. But when it came to matters of love, she was a blank piece of paper.
Women recruited from the common people knew more about love between men and women. But who dared to talk to her about these things? Therefore, this Shangguan Daizhao's experience in this area was even worse than a twelve or thirteen year old girl.
Therefore, the life in the palace turned her into a shrewd and capable person who was able to strategize in the government and officialdom. But when it came to love, she was an ignorant young girl. Her IQ and EQ were deformed.
She did not know how to deal with the situation in front of her. She knew that Empress Wu had a male pet. As the person by the Empress' side, sometimes she even arranged for the Empress to sleep with her. But this did not mean that she knew much about love between men and women.
She was a girl who had never had sex. Even if she knew what a husband and wife had to do when they slept on the same bed, it did not mean that she could still be calm when she was in the arms of a man.
If a servant in the palace did something wrong, she knew how to deal with it. If a concubine in the palace had some problems, she could also deal with it appropriately. The officials in the court all had different backgrounds and their influence was complicated. Even as the Empress, she had to consider all sorts of relationships when dealing with them. As the assistant of the Empress, she could deal with these problems with ease. If someone was disrespectful to her, of course she knew how to deal with it.
But …
Was Yang Fan being disrespectful to her?
Was it disrespectful? Or was it just disrespectful? He did not do anything, nor did he say anything. It could only be … infatuation?
Shanghai Wan 'er's mind was in a mess. She did not know if she wanted to find a reason for Yang Fan to be guilty or to defend him. She suddenly thought of the strange look in Yang Fan's eyes when she first saw Yang Fan in the morning. No wonder I felt that there was something wrong with him …
Suddenly, she thought of Yang Fan's strong hug on the court. Her mind was in a mess. Her delicate palms were so nervous that they were sweating. Reprimand him? That did not seem appropriate. Punish him? That was too unreasonable. But to let him go so easily … she was not willing …
Wan 'er's mind became more and more confused. Her usually elegant palace pace became more and more chaotic. Finally, she walked with a limp.
There was a book in the streets called "Destiny". It told the story of a knight-errant. A knight-errant followed a godly thief and broke into a manor. Coincidentally, he saw the daughter of a rich family taking a bath. As a result, the ranger became the lover of the daughter, and the godly thief was chased to death. The godly thief died puzzled. They had the same experience, but why was the treatment so different? Someone exposed the mystery. "Who told you to be ugly?"
Shanghai Wan 'er was like this now. Yang Fan's heroic appearance on the court and his handsome appearance had long left a good impression in Wan' er's heart. That day, Yang Fan's hug on the court made Wan 'er think even more in the cold winter night. So when she found out that Yang Fan was peeping at her, her immediate reaction was to be embarrassed and flustered. If it was another person, if they dared to stare at Miss Shangguan's butt, they would have dug their eyeballs out!
Finally, they arrived at the Library of History. Shanghai Wan 'er let out a long sigh of relief. If she continued to walk like this, she was worried that she would trip herself because of her messy footsteps.
The Library of History was to the west of the Hall of Governmental Affairs. The two yamens were not far from each other, but the liveliness was completely different. People came and went from the yamens of the Hall of Governmental Affairs, but the entrance to the Library of History was deserted. It was quiet and there was not the slightest movement.
Shanghai Wan 'er stopped walking. Her heart was still beating wildly. The more she wanted to maintain her calm, the more she felt suffocated. Flustered, she avoided Yang Fan's gaze and ordered, "You guys … put the files in that side hall."
Yang Fan did not know how much his unintentional action had stirred up in this woman's heart, which was whiter than a piece of white paper. Although her face was flushed red, he thought she had walked too quickly and her breathing was uneven. Yang Fan did not care at all and walked directly with the young eunuch to the side hall where the files were kept.
Waiting until the two of them were far away, Shanghai Wan 'er took a few hurried breaths. That suffocating feeling eased slightly. She pressed her chest and felt her heart gradually calm down. Her face seemed to have returned to normal. Only then did she walk towards the main hall.
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