The words on the book were too simple and simple. Furthermore, there were a lot of Daoist terms. Even those who were familiar with sexual matters would not be able to understand if they did not know the meaning of Daoist terms. For a woman who had no knowledge in this area, no matter how hard she tried, she would not be able to figure out what the meaning of the words represented.
At this moment, Wan 'er was like Mei Chaofeng who had the "Nine Yin Manual". She clearly had the world's number one martial art book in her hands, but she just couldn't understand what "Five Hearts Facing Heaven" and what "Virgin Baby" meant.
Shanghai Wan'er could not be blamed. Not only did she not understand, but many men also knew nothing about this kind of thing. When Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin married his sister, Princess Danyang, to General Xue Wanche, they only slept in the same bed for a few months.
Li Shimin saw that his sister was unhappy all day, so he repeatedly asked her to find out the reason. Li Shimin could not help but feel angry and amused, so he found his brother-in-law and told him about the relationship between husband and wife. Old Xue, however, boasted to him, "I am very good with the princess. We have never quarreled! Your Majesty, you don't have to worry! "
Li Shimin was speechless, so he could only use the metaphor of sex between a fish and water. Old Xue still did not understand. Helpless, the Emperor could only drag his brother-in-law to the stables to watch the two horses having sex. Was it direct enough this time? In the end, Old Xue still did not understand. Li Shimin had no choice but to call all the son-in-law and hold a family banquet.
At the family banquet, the Emperor of Tang led a group of Fuma's grandsons and explained in detail while drinking. Finally, Xue Wanche, the stupid donkey, finally understood. Only then did Xue Wanche know that a husband and wife still had to "have sex".
Shanghai Wan'er was smart, but she had no knowledge in this area. She had no knowledge in this area. Her knowledge came from the teachings of her mother since she was a child. As a mother, she would not teach her daughter this kind of knowledge until she was married. When she was fourteen, Empress Wu selected her as a female official and kept her by her side. Since then, all she had access to was official documents. How could she have access to the details of the affairs between men and women?
Therefore, Shanghai Wan'er looked at the characters word by word, repeatedly trying to figure it out, but still could not understand it. Helpless, she could only look at the erotic paintings.
These erotic paintings in the palace, every time an imperial daughter got married, there would be a special female official who would take them to see them one by one and explain them. Shangguan Wan'er naturally knew about the existence of these things. As soon as she brought these erotic paintings back, she unfolded one and looked at it. She saw a naked woman's body. Wan 'er blushed and quickly threw it to the side, not daring to touch it again.
Now that he really couldn't understand the books, he could only bite the bullet and open those scrolls again. These scrolls were extremely detailed. Some were on a chair, some were on a couch, some were in a garden, some were completely naked, some were half-naked, some were black and white, some were colorful, and there were all kinds of postures.
At first, Wan'er flipped to a picture that was neatly dressed but had no specific depiction. She looked at it with question marks on her head. She compared it with the scenes she read in the books, but she still couldn't understand. When she flipped to a picture that made her so shy that she couldn't help but connect it with what the books said, she gradually understood.
Wan'er suppressed her shyness and continued to look at the paintings one by one. Especially the paintings that didn't cover up anything, and the details were vividly described. Wan'er was shocked.
"The way between a man and a woman should be like this … This is so ugly! This is so strange! This … what kind of feeling is this … "
Wan'er's eyes and ears felt hot. In a trance, she put Yang Fan and herself in the picture. It was as if the naked chairs, the overlapping couches, and the couples under the trees were the two of them. She couldn't help but feel restless. A strange feeling made her unconsciously tighten her legs.
That feeling was very strange, and also very uncomfortable …
This underripe fruit was gradually dyed with a red color and released a sweet fragrance. It was about to ripen!
…
At this time, it was an afternoon in late spring.
While Wan'er was cramming knowledge in the depths of the palace, hoping to give her Langjun a satisfying first night, Yang Fan was in the Heavenly Palace Temple, worshipping Sakyamuni.
He asked for leave today. The reason was that he had to go to the White Horse Temple to see Master Xue, and he also went back to take care of his house.
Xue Huaiyi gave him a house, and he only went to see it once. It was a big house with three entrances. There was a pond, water, and pavilion. It was a very elegant house, and it was not far from Nan City. It was a prosperous area. Yang Fan took a stroll around his house, locked the door, and never went back.
He said that he was going to see Xue Huaiyi was just an excuse. Today, he was going to see Miao Shenke. If he gave himself away and someone suspected him, with Xue Huaiyi there, he would have a higher chance of getting rid of suspicion.
In the past, Yang Fan was very cautious, but now he was even more cautious, because he was no longer alone. He had to plan for his woman.
Yang Fan first went to the White Horse Temple, but Xue Huaiyi was not there. After asking, it was Wu Chengsi who invited Xue Huaiyi to Yiyang's Nu Nu Shan to play. Yang Fan only saw Monk Yi Zhuo, who stayed in the temple. When he rushed over, Monk Yi Zhuo was in the meditation room reciting the Tao Te Ching.
Once faith was deeply embedded in one's mind, it was not easy to change it. Monk Yi Zhuo had now drunk wine and eaten meat. Although he was no longer a master, his life was a hundred times better than before. But he still believed in his Grandpa Lao Zi.
Seeing Yang Fan, Yi Zhuo was very happy and chatted with him for a long time. Yang Fan came to the White Horse Temple with the intention of having a witness to prove that he had appeared here. After chatting with Yi Zhuo for a while, Yang Fan said goodbye and left. He did not go to his house, but went directly to the Heavenly Temple.
Yang Fan followed the crowd to offer incense and worship. Then, he wandered around and came to the backyard of the Heavenly Temple. The last time he went to Miao Shenke's house, he already knew its approximate location in the Heavenly Temple. When Yang Fan wandered to the vicinity of the Sutra Depository in the backyard of the Heavenly Temple, the number of tourists gradually decreased.
Between the Sutra Depository Pavilion and the mountain wall, there was a gap about the width of a person. At the entrance, there were some traces of defecation. Yang Fan covered his abdomen with his hand and looked around, pretending to look for a place to relieve himself. Then he flashed into the entrance, using both his hands and legs, like an eight-legged spider, he quickly climbed up the nearly three feet high courtyard wall.
After climbing over the wall, his feet landed in the front yard of Miao Shenke's house. The courtyard was as quiet as the last time he came. There was no one. Yang Fan patted the dust off his hands and walked to the second courtyard according to the route he took last time.
"Teacher, I have finished writing!"
Under the shade of a tree in the backyard of the second courtyard, an old man with a delicate face was lying on a rattan chair, pretending to sleep. There was a short desk beside him. Du Xian was lying on the desk and writing a word. He raised his head and said excitedly.
"Oh? Let me have a look! "
The old man straightened his back, and the old rattan chair under him made a creaking sound.
"Haha, not bad, not bad!"
The old man stroked his grizzled beard and nodded with a smile. "In our dynasty, Ouyang Xun, Yu Shinan, and Chu Suiliang are the three most outstanding calligraphers. Ouyang Xun's calligraphy is sharp and sharp, and his writing is extremely dangerous. Yu's calligraphy is soft on the outside but hard on the inside. It is round and beautiful. Chu's calligraphy is beautiful and smooth, and it has many variations. The three of them have their own strengths. The calligraphy I teach you is a combination of the strengths of Chu and Ouyang's calligraphy. Child, your comprehension is not bad. Although the words are still immature, you have already somewhat grasped the charm. Very good, I will allow you to rest for a while. Hmm … go and pour a cup of water for me first. "
Du Xian laughed. "Teacher, didn't you often say that the tea given to you by Elder Yuan Shu of the Heavenly Temple can refresh your mind and quench your thirst? Do you want me to make you a bowl of tea? "
The old man chuckled and said, "Ah! If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about it. The tea tasted strange at first, but after tasting it carefully, the taste was indeed not bad. Alright, go and make a bowl of tea. Be careful not to burn yourself when you start the fire. "
"Yes!"
Du Xian answered and ran off excitedly.
The old man looked at Du Xian's back and smiled slightly. Just as he lay down again, his body suddenly stiffened.
The moment he lay down and closed his eyes, he seemed to see a figure appear in front of him like a ghost.
"Is it an illusion?"
The old man's eyelids moved a little, but he didn't open them. However, his body was already leaning forward, and the reclining chair made a slow and long creaking sound with his movements. His body was raised to an angle, but it was not enough for him to sit up straight. When his feet touched the ground, his body stopped, and a pair of muddy old eyes slowly opened …
The old man slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a pair of short brown leather boots. The toe of the boots was pointed and slightly hooked up. Then there was a pair of tight-fitting trousers and a short robe. The robe only reached the crotch, and there was a belt around the waist and a half-moon shaped belly belt. This was the attire of a soldier!
The old man looked up inch by inch, and his body also straightened inch by inch. The rattan chair continued to creak, and when he completely sat up straight, the creaking sound stopped. His gaze stopped on Yang Fan's face, and then moved to the top of his head. His hair was neatly tied up, and he wore a folded scarf on his head with a red handkerchief wrapped around it.
This was a very handsome young man, but his appearance was very unfamiliar. The old man was sure that he didn't recognize him at all.
Yang Fan also looked at the old man in front of him. He looked completely like a harmless old man. His clothes were simple, and even the wrinkles on his face revealed a kind of calmness and serenity. It was very difficult for Yang Fan to associate such a kind old man with the cruel murderer who had slaughtered an entire village.
But the old man in front of him was Miao Shenke!
If loyalty, treachery, kindness, and evil could be clearly distinguished from one's appearance, how could there be so many treachery and evildoers in the imperial court since ancient times?
Beside Yang Fan's ears, Yang Mingsheng's curse-like cry echoed faintly, "Miao Shenke, Qiu Shenji!"
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