If he was willing, how could he gain without giving up? But Fan Xian looked at this little wife who was allowing him to taste her. It was impossible for her to transform into Liuxiahui. His heart was already burning. If he let go now, Fan Xian would despise himself. Eating was eating; there was no need to be polite at the dining table.
So the two gradually merged into one person.
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Although there were trees and water blocking the view, the lake and the mountains were bright and beautiful. The scene of the young couple being intimate was always faintly seen by the servant girls. The servant girls were clever and moved their gazes away. Some bent over to flip the meat, some turned their backs and pretended to check the girl's makeup box, and some didn't know what to do. They could only lower their bodies and call out softly, pretending to be a poor girl with a sprained ankle.
Fan Sizhe was chewing and didn't notice the demons quarreling by the lake. Ruoruo was walking by the forest to digest her food and didn't seem to see this side. And the reason why the servant girls didn't cough dozens of times to prevent such an immoral thing from happening was because of Fan Xian's spoon-feeding policy these days.
If one wanted to plot for state affairs, one had to bribe the head of the eunuchs. If one wanted to plot for family affairs, one had to bribe the personal servant girls. Fan Xian understood this deeply, so these days, he rewarded them every once in a while. Relying on his position as an assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue and the fact that Danbo Bookstore was constantly raking in money, he was very generous. The servant girls were very happy, and they had long tilted the scales in favor of their future son-in-law.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the two people by the lake finally separated with difficulty breathing. They were panting, and their hair was slightly disheveled. They looked somewhat disheveled. It didn't look like they were intimate, but more like they had fought.
Lin Wan'er stretched out her hand and ran her hand through her hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the distant servant girls. She guessed that no one had seen them, but she was still angry and embarrassed. She glared fiercely at Fan Xian, thinking that this was too absurd in broad daylight. But there seemed to be a lingering sweet scent on her lips, and it made the little girl's heart flutter with sweetness.
"What are you afraid of? I've never seen you so uncomfortable at night. " Fan Xian quietly laughed in her ear. His finger used a "little trick" to gently flick her white and smooth earlobe.
Wan'er let out another soft cry. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She clenched her small fist and punched him in the chest.
"She murdered her husband." In his previous life, Fan Xian and his companions had long since grown tired of this joke. But saying it to his real fiancée by the lake gave him a different feeling.
Wan'er snapped at him, and Fan Xian felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He forced himself not to cry out. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's not a fight between fairies. Why are you so fierce?"
The story of the fairies fighting came from the 73rd chapter of the Dream of the Red Chamber. The Silly Big Sister picked up a sachet from the Grand View Garden. On the sachet was an embroidered image of a naked man and woman hugging and sitting cross-legged. The Silly Big Sister did not know that it was an erotic painting and thought that the fairies were fighting. Later, she casually handed it over to Madam Xing, which led to the scene of the Grand View Garden being raided.
Originally, no one in the Kingdom of Qing should have known this story. But a few days ago, Lin Wan'er had heard that her Langjun had opened a bookstore that claimed to have the entire Story of the Stone, so she had forced Fan Xian to "copy" the last ten chapters. Hearing these words today, she immediately blushed. "What kind of person do you think I am?" she asked, a little sulkily.
Fan Xian laughed and said, "Of course I am a good person. Someone in the past has said that when fairies fight, they fight with the utmost kindness and beauty. Besides, we were just fairies quarreling."
"Bah! I don't know where you got this crooked theory from, but you still have to borrow the name of someone in the past. "Lin Wan'er giggled." Besides, what's the difference between fairies fighting and quarreling? "
"In a fight, the hands dance and the feet dance. Every part of the body that can be used has to be used. When it comes to quarreling, of course... only the mouth is used. "
"Die."
Fan Xian's heart was filled with pride. "Then I'll die on top of you."
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During the summer retreat from the summer heat, a man and a woman in love were in the midst of a beautiful lake and green mountains. It was the easiest time to pass. In the blink of an eye, it was already noon. The old nannies, who had been left behind by Fan Ruoruo to play Ma Diao in the front of the manor, finally remembered what they were here to do. They eagerly rushed over and smiled at Fan Xian. It seemed that they had gained a lot from the Fan family during the mahjong game.
But Fan Xian still didn't like them. With the arrival of these old nannies, no matter what, he would not be able to get close to them. He had to sit and be polite, and he was far away from Wan'er.
At noon, Fan Xian could not let Fan Xian fool around with roasted fish. The group of people returned to the manor in a grandiose manner. They chose an elegant courtyard, and servants went to prepare food. As they drank tea and chatted, they heard the sound of carriages coming from afar. Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er stood up at the same time with a smile. It seemed that they both knew who was coming, but they found that the other had also stood up. They couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.
They were guests, and they were all guests. But Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er had invited them separately. At first, they didn't know each other, so when they saw the people in the carriages disembark, Fan Xian and Wan'er were both surprised. Wan'er was surprised, but she was also nervous and sad. Fan Xian was surprised, but he was also nervous... and had a headache.
Lin Wan'er had invited Ye Ling'er. She knew of the fight between the two of them outside the royal courtyard, so she had purposely taken this opportunity to have Ye Ling'er and Fan Xian interact more and eliminate the animosity between them. She also wanted to be the mediator between the two of them. Fan Xian naturally understood Wan'er's intentions. He smiled and went forward, cupping his hands in salute. "Greetings, Miss Ye."
After what had happened that day, Ye Ling'er's nose was still sore, but she showed no signs of bashfulness. Instead, she cupped her hands in a chivalrous gesture. "Greetings, Master Fan. Master Fan is skilled, and I am impressed."
Fan Xian chuckled, but he had a strange feeling in his heart. Were they going to shoot a historical film in ancient times?
Fan Sizhe watched Ye Ling'er disembark from the carriage and greet his brother. He lowered his voice and said to Ruoruo, "Sister, I understand. My future sister-in-law wants to be a mediator." Fan Ruoruo made a sound of agreement. She smiled and prepared to go forward to greet her brother. Unexpectedly, she heard what Fan Sizhe said next, and stopped in her tracks. She heard Fan Sizhe say lewdly, "I'm afraid that when your sister-in-law opens the door to welcome guests, she wants to welcome a younger sister."
Fan Ruoruo spat and knocked Fan Sizhe on the forehead. She scolded him in a low voice. "Let's not talk about my brother's intentions. Even if he wanted to marry, with Miss Ye's status, would she be a concubine?" In her heart, it didn't matter who her brother married, as long as he liked her. In this regard, it was similar to Fan Xian's expectations of her.
A fat man disembarked from the other carriage. With the help of a maidservant, he looked around in a panic. Fan Xian gave Ruoruo a look, indicating for her to take Ye Ling'er to rest. With one hand, he gently tugged on Wan'er's sleeve.
Lin Wan'er looked at the fat man and couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, but she still let out a soft cry. When she turned her head to look at Fan Xian, her eyes were full of gratitude.
"Go." Fan Xian encouraged her with a gentle smile, and the two of them walked over to the carriage. When the fat man saw Fan Xian, his originally frightened expression immediately turned into a wide smile. The already wide space between his brows immediately became even longer. He moved forward a few steps and pulled Fan Xian's hand. "Little Xianxian, so it's you."
"Dabao, didn't we agree not to call me that?" Fan Xian said with a pained expression.
Lin Wan'er was a little sad. She thought that her silly brother, whom she had only seen a few times, seemed to have forgotten her. But hearing Dabao call Fan Xian, she couldn't help but laugh. "Little Xianxian?"
Fan Xian nodded helplessly.
"Thank you." Lin Wan'er looked at Fan Xian, moved. "You know it's not convenient for me to see him."
"I know." Fan Xian smiled. He turned and patted Dabao on the shoulder. "Dabao, there's no polo today, but there's something else to play with."
The courtyard was at the bottom of the hill. It was wide open, and they could see the blue lake in the distance. Dabao sniffled and shook his head. "Little Xianxian, the water is green, not blue."
Fan Xian sighed. "Because the water isn't deep enough."
"Then let's go see how deep it is."
Fan Xian's wishful thinking was to bring Dabao over today. One, it would prevent his brother-in-law from being bored at home all day, and two, it would give him to Fan Sizhe to play with. In any case, they were just two children. How could he know that Fan Sizhe had an innate sensitivity to things like being taken advantage of? As soon as he saw a big idiot, he hid far away. Fan Xian could only helplessly walk down the hill with Dabao by the hand. He thought to himself that lunch was probably over.
Just as the silly son-in-law and uncle were about to walk out the door, Dabao suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Wan'er seriously. "Sister, why didn't you come?"
Lin Wan'er was startled at first, and then her heart ached. It turned out that her silly brother, whom she had only seen a few times, still remembered that he had a sister like her. She hurriedly responded and stepped forward to hold Dabao's other hand.
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Night fell. The faint sound of mahjong tiles falling to the ground could be heard in the distant attic. The guards gathered in one place to drink. The world was peaceful, and they all let down their guard. The servant girls were tired from playing during the day. After drinking a few cups of yellow wine, they went to sleep. As for the masters they served, they had long since withdrawn their curtains to rest. Occasionally, frogs croaked from the pond by the forest, and the occasional sound of fish breaking through the water could be heard in the lake. It made the Imperial Summer Villa even more peaceful.
In a remote place near the lake, there was a tent hiding from the moonlight. It was quietly hidden in the forest, receiving the night breeze from the lake. It was the middle of the night, when no one was whispering. In the tent, a young couple were whispering to each other.
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