At that time, anyone who studied and learned how to write would learn etiquette from a young age and pay attention to rules in everything. For example, one should not have sex in the daytime. For example, when a husband and wife are in love, they must extinguish the candles and extinguish the lights. For people who learned etiquette from a young age, these were rules that could not be violated. Wan'er's environment and education made her even more restricted.
Yang Fan, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. He was from the Southeast Seas, and didn't care much about the rules. Furthermore, his experiences as a child had caused him to constantly break them, which made him a strong contrast to Shangguan Wan 'er. What he possessed was exactly what Wan'er lacked. Everything he displayed was full of novelty to Wan'er, who had grown up in the palace since she was a canary.
Just like this moment, being intimate with her lover on the table, and it was also during the day, in Wan'er's heart, it was a very dissolute and undignified behavior. Usually, if she was not in the solemn hall answering the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, and the civil and military officials, she would be with the officials and scholars, reciting poems, watching fish, planting flowers, burning incense, drinking tea, and resting with the zither. None of these were not elegant.
Yang Fan's roughness and boldness made her feel uncomfortable and uneasy. But she was older than her lover by a few years, so she unconsciously had a doting and indulgent attitude towards Yang Fan. She did not want to oppose her lover's behavior. In her shyness, she accepted this behavior that went against the rules and etiquette she had been taught. It made her experience a new and exciting feeling. She had never felt this kind of heartbeat before.
When Yang Fan kissed her, Wan'er moaned and her body turned into a pile of fragrant mud.
This intimacy was far more touching than that day by the Yi River. The special environment made Wan'er's sense of touch a hundred times more sensitive. She was confused and confused. Her body became weaker and weaker. She just wanted to lie down and let Yang Fan do whatever he wanted.
Wan'er thought randomly, "I am already so old. How much youth do I have left? Why don't I give it to Langjun … No! If I get pregnant and the Empress finds out, won't I ruin my hope of staying with Langjun for the rest of my life? If I want to be a real husband and wife with Langjun, I have to think of a way to get some medicine first … "
Wan 'er loved Yang Fan very much. Her mature body was aroused by Yang Fan. She really wanted to give up resistance and accept what she was afraid of and ashamed of. But there was a glimmer of clarity in her heart, and it reminded her of the terrible consequences of a momentary indulgence. Moreover, she did not want to carelessly give her first time to the man she loved in such a simple place.
Wan 'er struggled in her heart, but her willpower grew weaker and weaker. Her hands, which were holding onto the table, grew limp. She really wanted to surrender and willingly be conquered and possessed by her lover.
"Aiya!"
Yang Fan suddenly called out, waking Wan'er up.
Wan'er opened her eyes and saw that Yang Fan had accidentally knocked over the inkstone. The ink from the inkstone spilled all over the scroll. The ink flowed along the table and was about to stain her dress. Yang Fan quickly grabbed her slender waist and carried her off the table.
Shanghai Wan'er's hair was in a mess, and her jade-like cheeks were red. Her legs went limp as soon as they touched the ground, and she almost slipped. Yang Fan helped her stand, and then he turned around to save the scroll. When he opened it, there was already a large patch of ink stains on it.
"What a pity! What a pity! Alas, the one and only thing in the world was destroyed by my hands. "
Yang Fan saw that the scroll was destroyed, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
Wan'er recovered a little, and shyly stared at him. She said, "If you weren't so frivolous, how could you destroy this scroll?"
Yang Fan said, "The beauty is as beautiful as jade, and it was right in front of me. I am not an idiot, how could I bear it? It's just a pity that this scroll was destroyed. Alas! Once it is destroyed, there will be no such thing in the world. "
Wan'er's heart was still fluttering. Seeing his face full of regret, she softly comforted him, "Langjun, you don't have to care so much. Miao Shenke is still alive, so how can this scroll be considered the only one in the world? Wait for Wan'er to write a letter. Langjun, take it, and ask him to write another one! "
Just this sentence was like the ringing of a temple bell, and Yang Fan's heart was stirred for a long time …
…
The melodious sound of the bell made everyone who heard it feel incomparably tranquil.
This was Tiangong Temple, which was located north of Shangshan Square, next to the Tianjin Bridge. Empress Wu worshipped Buddhism, and her superiors followed the example of her subordinates. All the temples in Luoyang were full of incense, and Tiangong Temple was a big temple in Luoyang, so it naturally had many believers.
On the west side of the back wall of Tiangong Temple, there was a house with three courtyards. Although Tiangong Temple was full of incense, this house was located between the wall and the gable wall of Tiangong Temple, so it was very quiet.
Yang Fan was wearing a casual robe, and he stood at the door of the house. He looked at the greyish brown gable on the left and right, and the curved eaves also had traces of time. It seemed that this house was very old.
This was the residence of Miao Shenke's family.
The child who answered the door came running back in a short while, panting. His little face was red, and his big black eyes were wide open. He politely bowed to Yang Fan and said, "Langjun, you have been waiting for a long time. Master said that he has not seen outsiders for a long time, and he did not want to break the rules for Langjun. May I ask why Langjun has come to visit?"
Only then did Yang Fan know that the child who answered the door was actually Miao Shenke's student. He said, "Little brother, did you not tell your master that I have a letter written by Shangguan Daizhao?"
The child smiled. He was only seven or eight years old, and his teeth were still growing. This smile revealed his uneven teeth. "I have said it before. Because of this, Master asked me to ask Langjun's purpose in coming. Otherwise, I am afraid he would not even ask."
Yang Fan said, "If that is the case, please reply to Master. Just say that the 'General Xue Tablet' that Master left in the palace was accidentally destroyed. Shangguan Daizhao deeply regrets it, and specially ordered me to ask Master Miao for another set of calligraphy treasures!"
"Is that so …"
The child scratched his head and simply nodded. "Then you wait, I will ask Master again!"
After the child finished speaking, he dashed away again. After a while, he ran back panting and said, "Langjun, please come in!"
Yang Fan stepped through the gate, and the child led him inside.
Yang Fan attentively looked at the situation in the courtyard. On the screen wall on the second side of the gate were flowers, birds, fish, and insects, or freehand ink paintings of mountains and rivers. All of them were quite old. The ground was paved with cobblestones. The grinding of time had made them smooth and round. Walking on them, there was a kind of tranquil and remote wildness.
There were some plots of land in the courtyard that looked like they used to be flower beds. The low earth enclosure had long collapsed. Weeds and clusters of unknown flowers randomly bloomed in the east and west, revealing a bit of desolation.
There was no one moving in the courtyard. It seemed that the people of the Miao family usually stayed in the backyard. Yang Fan looked around and asked, "Little brother, what is your name?"
The child said, "I am Du Xian."
"Oh," Yang Fan said, "Has your master taken in a lot of students while living here?"
Du Xian bounced around and said, "Master has never accepted many students. Because my father is busy with work and has no time to teach me, and because he is good friends with Master, he entrusted me to Master."
Yang Fan said, "Oh? Is your father an official in the imperial court? "
Du Xian said, "My father is Xiu Wen Guan Zhi Shu Jian."
At that time, people did not need to use taboo names. When mentioning one's father's name, there was no need to use taboo, but to show respect, one still needed to add the word "Gong". But under normal circumstances, unless it was a very famous person, if you said your name instead of your name, how could others know whose child you were? This child proudly said his father's name. It seemed that his father was very famous.
Unfortunately, Yang Fan did not know much about the famous literati of the time. He did not know that this Du Bijian was Du Shenyan of the "Four Literary Friends". He did not have the ability to predict the future, so naturally, he did not know that this little urchin in front of him was the father of the Sage of Poetry, Du Fu. This Du Shenyan was proud of his talent and was the most condescending. He was actually willing to entrust his son to Miao Shenke's teachings. It could be seen that he also recognized Miao Shenke's knowledge.
Du Xian led Yang Fan into an elegant guest hall in the courtyard. He bowed to him and said, "Langjun, please take a seat. Master has just learned of Langjun's purpose of coming and has already begun to look for the notes of the old collections. I believe he has found it by now. This child will go and grind the ink. When the inscription is finished, I will send it to Langjun!"
Yang Fan was startled. This Miao Shenke really did not want to see people. I came with a letter from an official waiting for an imperial edict, and he still dared to be so arrogant?
At this time, a green oil purifying cart slowly drove across the Tianjin Bridge, turned into Shangshan Lane, and just happened to pass in front of Tiangong Temple.
The old bull took steady steps and walked slowly. In the cart, a handsome man quietly lifted the curtain of the sedan and took a look outside. He turned his head and said, "Wife, we are almost there."
This person was the Commander of the Right Guards, Wu Youji. There was also a woman sitting in the carriage. She was about thirty years old and wore a light green white orchid dress with a water jade colored half-arm. Her face was like the full moon, her eyes were bright, and her eyebrows were long. She was Wu Youji's wife, Madam Li. Madam Li's name was only one word, Yue.
Wu Youji put down the curtain of the sedan and said worriedly, "Why did Wu Sansi invite me for no reason? I'm afraid the banquet will not be a good one. "
Li Yue gently held his arm and said softly, "Langjun, what are you worried about? After all, he is your brother. Will he harm you?"
Wu Youji patted her arm and said, "Yue 'er, you don't know. This cousin of mine will not harm me and has no need to harm me, but it is hard to say that he will not make me help him harm others. "
Li Yue grabbed his big hand and gently rubbed it on her soft cheek. She said softly, "Langjun has always disliked the Wu family's domineering ways. Qie naturally knows this. If Langjun's official position is too hard, let's resign and return to our home in Taiyuan. "
Wu Youji smiled bitterly and said, "Yue 'er, it is easy for you to say. Our Wu family declined because of the Empress Dowager and also flourished because of the Empress Dowager. Success or failure is all tied to the Empress Dowager. When we want to be an official, it is not up to us. When we don't want to be an official, it is also not up to us. If I resign, I'm afraid I will never be able to see the family again. Even if I return to our home in Taiyuan, I will not have a good life. "
Li Yue sighed and said, "Qie naturally knows Langjun's character. But no matter what Langjun does, you are destined to be a member of the Wu family. You will rise or fall with the Wu family. Since we cannot get rid of it, we can only feign civility. I believe that after the Empress Dowager ascends to the throne, she will need Langjun less. If Langjun is not willing to be an official, then we can think of a way to get out. "
Wu Youji gave a long sigh and said, "This is the only way."
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