In the Wucheng Hall, Shanghai Wan'er was walking gracefully in front, followed by Yang Fan. Yang Fan was carrying a stack of documents that reached his nose.
"It looks like Shangguan Daizhao likes to order Yang Fan around. I wonder how he offended Daizhao. Heh heh..."
In the Wucheng Hall, Xiao Hai, who was in charge of grinding ink, washing brushes, and cleaning, was happy to be idle. He looked at Yang Fan running errands for him, gloating.
Wan 'er was still in front, and Yang Fan was at the back. But now, Wan' er didn't have that uncomfortable feeling anymore.
Knowing that the man she loved was walking behind her, knowing that he was admiring her beautiful gait, Wan'er could not help but feel a little happy and proud in her shyness. So, she walked even more gracefully. Her waist was like a willow branch in the wind, swaying all the way, just for her husband behind her.
It was not until they entered the Hall of History and stepped into the side hall that Wan'er did not have to worry about being seen. She turned around and rushed to help him take down the documents. At the same time, she said, "Have you seen enough, you big pervert?"
This time, Yang Fan really admired her beauty. This was his woman. His woman was beautiful, pure, infatuated, and talented. This made Yang Fan feel proud.
He put down the table and glanced at the door. He gently held Wan 'er's little hand and said, "Wan' er, you and I are always so sneaky. I don't know when I will be able to hold you in my arms openly."
Wan'er smiled sweetly and said, "You, the transfer order for the cavalry hasn't come down yet. What's the rush? We have to wait for an opportunity. Don't worry. If there is an opportunity, Wan'er will grab it for my little husband. One day, we'll be together forever and never be separated again! "
Yang Fan put on a serious face and said, "What little husband? You have to call me brother."
Wan'er laughed and said, "You don't know shame. You are younger than me, okay?"
At this point, Wan'er suddenly felt a bit worried. She couldn't help but lean into Yang Fan's embrace. She faintly said, "Do you think I'm not worried? Normally, women of my age would already have many children, but I still … "
She gently raised her head and lovingly stroked Yang Fan's eyebrows and nose, all the way to his bright and delicate lips. She gently pressed on them and said, "I have given my heart to you. Langjun, you must not despise me for being old in the future."
Yang Fan gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist and comforted her, "You're starting to let your imagination run wild again. Look at you, how are you old?"
Wan-Er leaned against his chest and said, "Yes, I am old. I am an old woman …"
She suddenly raised her head and looked nervously at Yang Fan. "You don't really think I'm old, do you?"
Yang Fan looked at her pitiful expression and couldn't help but find it funny. At the same time, he was deeply touched. If she didn't love him so much and care about him so much, why would she be so worried about gains and losses? When had there ever been a man that the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Tang dynasty, Shanghai Wan'er, cared about so much?
He remembered the first time he saw her on the Cuju court. She was so powerful, and that kind of extravagance was something that even the empress of the dynasty could not compare to. But now, she was standing in front of him, looking up at him with her small face, sharp chin, big eyes, and nervous heart, just to get his approval.
Yang Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He softly said, "Silly girl, look at how old you are. Such a tall and slender figure, just like a sixteen or seventeen year old girl; delicate and beautiful facial features, just like a budding young girl, fair and tender skin, just like a four or five-year-old girl … "
The most mellow wine in the world was a lover's words of love. Wan-Er's heart was already drunk.
Yang Fan's eyes revealed a mischievous smile. He continued, "And your chest …"
"Stop!"
Wan-Er put up a white finger and pressed it against his lips. She blushed and rolled her eyes at him. She coquettishly said, "Stop talking nonsense."
Thinking about it again, Yang Fan just said that he was getting younger and younger. Her chest …
Wan-Er looked down at her towering chest. She was still worried. She bit her lip and didn't want to ask. But she couldn't resist the devil in her heart. She had to know if her Langjun was satisfied. So she blushed and lowered her head. She quietly asked, "My chest … How are my breasts?"
Yang Fan held back his laughter and said, "As for breasts, many mature women with children can't compare to yours!"
Wan-Er was embarrassed. She stepped on the tip of his foot and said, "You're talking nonsense again. I'm not going to talk to you anymore!"
Wan-Er turned around and floated past a bookshelf like a butterfly. She didn't see Yang Fan chasing after her. Suddenly, she poked her head out and said, "Idiot, what are you doing standing there? Follow me!"
Yang Fan replied with an "Oh" and hurriedly followed behind.
…
Wan-Er led him around the rows of bookshelves. At the back, there was another door. They walked out, passed through a corridor, and pushed open a door. They flashed into an even more secluded place.
Yang Fan could see that this place was often cleaned. The room was very clean, without a speck of dust. In the room, there were tables, tables, cabinets, shelves, and screens. They were all heavy and thick, generous and beautiful. But they were all made of expensive wood such as red sandalwood, rosewood, and nanmu.
After all, it was a palace-style building. The roof was round and painted in the shape of a lotus flower. On the ground, there were a few red sandalwood screens and hollowed out shelves that divided the room into several areas with different functions. It looked elegant and winding.
Shangguan Wan 'er looked back at him and smiled. She said sweetly, "This room is mine. Sometimes I spend more time in the Museum of History. When I'm tired in the afternoon, I'll rest here. Sometimes I want to read. I like the seclusion here. I'll come over too. What do you think of this place? "
Yang Fan's heart suddenly began to beat faster. Why did Wan 'er bring him here all of a sudden?
Looking at the corner of the bed behind the screen, Yang Fan suddenly felt a little excited.
These days, Yang Fan and Wan-Er were intimate. Often, the hot-blooded Yang Fan could not resist the temptation of desire. He held her soft little hand, hugged her slender waist, and would respond. As a result, his "little brother" was often like the sea, rising and falling …
Could it be that he, a virgin chicken, was finally going to experience the legendary feeling of floating in the air?
"Hmm?"
Shangguan Wan 'er slightly tilted her head and looked at his strange expression.
Yang Fan suppressed his heavy breathing and said in a hoarse voice, "Good. Of course it's good. This place … is very secluded and very elegant."
Shangguan Wan 'er smiled proudly and said, "Of course, this place was personally decorated by others. You come! "
Shangguan Wan 'er waved at him and went behind the screen. Yang Fan's heart tightened. He hurriedly said, "Wait a minute. I'll go and bolt the door."
"Huh?"
Shangguan Wan 'er turned around and asked in confusion, "Why do you need to bolt the door? Without my summon, no one dares to come in."
Yang Fan smiled dryly and said, "This … of course no one will break in. But if there is any sound coming out and people hear it, it's not good."
Shangguan Wan 'er's delicate eyebrows wrinkled. She doubtfully said, "Sound? What kind of sound can be transmitted out? Isn't it inappropriate for others to hear it? "
"Ah!"
Shangguan Wan 'er suddenly understood. She blushed and glared at Yang Fan. She coquettishly said, "What nonsense are you thinking? I called you in … because … really, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
Shangguan Wan 'er turned around and left. Yang Fan realized that he misunderstood her. He blushed and felt embarrassed.
Behind the screen was a bed. Next to the bed was a dressing table, and next to it was a table. On the table were the four treasures of the study. Next to the table was a big green jade urn with a wide belly and a narrow mouth. Inside the urn were many scrolls. Shangguan Wan 'er obviously made a special mark on each scroll. She casually flipped through the scrolls. She did not open them one by one and took out a scroll.
Shangguan Wan 'er walked to the table and moved the inkstone to the side. There was still ink in the inkstone. It seemed that she had used it not long ago. After cleaning the table, Shangguan Wan 'er untied the string that tied the scroll and slowly unfolded it.
"General Xue's Stele?"
Yang Fan only took a glance and held his breath.
He had learned calligraphy from his father when he was young. Later, he also learned calligraphy from Curly Beard. Although he did not have a high level of attainment in calligraphy, he could still distinguish between good and bad. The inscriptions on this tablet were square and neat, the characters were simple and unadorned; the strokes were strong and powerful, the strokes were sincere; the air was deep and elegant, the strokes were sharp and fierce; it was really a good piece of calligraphy.
Looking at the content carefully, it was indeed the inscription on the stele dedicated to General Xue Rengui. Shangguan Wan 'er stood beside Yang Fan and softly said, "This article is well written and the words are excellent. Wan' er was excited and kept the original manuscript. Since Langjun likes it, Wan 'er will give it to you. Heroes and the times are supposed to complement each other. Perhaps Langjun didn't have the opportunities and opportunities that General Xue Rengui had in the past, but Wan 'er believes that my Langjun is not a mediocre person! "
The words were here, but where were the people?
Yang Fan glanced at the inkstone next to him and suddenly came up with an idea. He slowly rolled up the calligraphy and gently placed it on the edge of the inkstone. He turned around and hugged Wan 'er's slender waist. He softly said, "Yang Fan can have a good woman like Wan' er. It is Yang Fan's good fortune. Don't worry. Yang Fan will definitely make great achievements. I don't want to be a general or a marquis or be famous for a hundred generations. I only want to be a great husband who is worthy of a wonderful woman like Wan 'er!"
When he first got close to Wan 'er, he had an ulterior motive. But his affection for Wan' er was not fake. His words were sincere. Shangguan Wan 'er could naturally hear the sincerity in his words. She couldn't help but be moved and hugged him. She softly said, "It is Wan' er's fault that Langjun has to go through so much trouble …"
Yang Fan's hands that were wrapped around her slender waist suddenly slid down. Wan 'er cried out, and her butt was lifted by Yang Fan. He actually carried her to the table. Wan' er panicked and said, "What are you doing?"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Since it is Wan 'er's fault, then be a good girl and accompany me to make up for it."
When Shanghai Wan 'er was carried to the table, she felt as if she had become Yang Fan's meal. This feeling was very dangerous, but it was also very fascinating. Then, under Yang Fan's burning gaze, Wan' er's heart fluttered. Her body went limp and she couldn't break free …
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