The next morning, everyone gathered in Jia'an Hall.

The old lady was holding her second room grandson and daughter-in-law who had just given birth to a great-grandson, and she smiled.

This room was talking, and the old lady Lu raised her eyes, just in time to see the Meng family's daughter's gaze falling on Lu Yan.

And what about Lu Yan?

He was leaning on his side, talking intently with Lu Ye in the second room and Lu Ting in the third room, without showing his face.

The old lady curled her lips, her grandson was really unwilling to give others the slightest amount of face.

She cleared her throat and said to Meng Suxi: "Girl, you gave me the picture of a hundred cranes yesterday, but you drew it yourself?"

Meng Suxi quickly got up, "Yes, I made the old lady laugh."

The old lady nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "It is very good to have such a brilliant pen at your age, but in terms of Shen Yun, it is still slightly weaker."

Upon hearing this, Meng Suxi quickly continued: "I wonder if Suxi will be lucky enough to get some advice from the old lady today?"

When Mrs. Lu saw her on the road, she smiled and said, "If you talk about painting skills, you shouldn't ask me this old lady, you should ask your cousin Yan, he is an expert." Seeing that Lu Yan didn't respond, the old lady didn't respond. He scowled and shouted at him, "Brother Yan!"

The old lady shouted like this, even if Lu Yan wanted to pretend to die, she couldn't do it anymore.

He turned around nonchalantly and smiled a little, "Grandma called me."

Mrs. Lu took a painting from the maid and handed it to Lu Yan, "This is your cousin's painting, look at it." Mrs. Lu glared at him, the meaning is very obvious, if he dares not to continue. , Just wait.

Lu Yan got up and took the painting, up and down, left and right, and looked at it for a long time.

Meng Suxi watched his painting being pinched by him, and his heart could not help but pounding, as if he was not holding the painting but himself.

Such a beautiful man, who can't be tempted?

After a long while, Lu Yan looked up and said, "Isn't this good?"

Meng Suxi easily got in touch with him, and naturally refused to let it go. "Lao Mrs. Lu just said that Su Xi’s painting is a bit less charming. Su Xi begs her cousin to give some advice, and she will practice regularly in the future. ."

Hearing this cousin Yan Yan, Lu Yan raised his eyelids and looked at her straightforwardly, before saying, "Miss Meng, that's a talent. You think hard work can make up for the clumsy, but it's not true, Shen Yun, everyone. I can't ask for it for the rest of his life." It is true that Lu Yan still saved face for the Meng family girl, really.

Otherwise, according to his temper, it is okay to be ashamed and angered by what a girl said.

As soon as the words fell, Meng Suxi's face was pale, and the old lady's complexion was pale. The three-bedroom Lu Ting slapped her face with her hands awkwardly, and the corners of the princess's mouth twitched slightly. Only the mynah in the southeast corner yelled twice in awe. sound.

It was too cold all around, Wen quickly got up and finished the field, "Isn't it? I want to say that girl Xi is too strong. Isn't this painter much more beautiful than the paintings of my sister Heng?"

Lu Heng glanced at Wen unhappily.

—

Lu Yan headed back to Suning Hall, and Princess Jingan went back to Suning Hall.

"What's the matter with you?" Princess Jing'an folded her arms on her chest.

Lu Yan frowned slightly. He didn't expect his mother to turn around so quickly.

"Does my mother want me to marry the daughter of the Meng family?" Lu Yan said.

Princess Jing'an raised her eyes to look at him, "When did I say I asked you to marry her? But even if you don’t talk about marriage, she is always the niece of your third aunt. It’s okay to call you cousin. Is it?" The son he gave birth to, he knows best.

Lu Yan kept silent.

The princess Jing'an looked at him with this cold-hearted and eager look, and she was not angry. "Princess Fu'an is holding her grandson. You are not good. The marriage is still unfinished. I don't care what you think, anyway. For the time being, the Meng family’s child is not bad. If it is possible, the marriage will be decided next year."

At first, Lu Yan looked absolutely impossible, but somehow, he suddenly remembered that capricious dream.

In his dream, he had no wife or children until his death.

He raised his head and glanced at the princess, and suddenly remembered her crying in front of the mourning hall. For the first time, he didn't say anything against it, but said coldly: "I'll try."

The eldest princess smiled unexpectedly.

If you can get him to try this sentence, it is true that she never thought of it as a mother.

Lu Yan is a person who must do what he said. Since he said what he said, he will naturally not regret it. After that, he did not give Meng Suxi a cold face, and gave her a few paintings to show that day. apology.

Wen Suxi was flattered. As the saying goes, when the iron is hot, as long as Lu Yan returns to the house these two days, she will take notes and paintings to ask for advice.

I have even played a game of chess.

—

A few days later, Lu Yan was invited to participate in the wedding banquet of Xuanping Hou Shizi Suiyu.

The bride was sent into the bridal chamber amidst cheers, and everyone in the room was talking auspicious words.

Xuanping Hou Shizi Suiyu was drunk by a few friends, and he respected Lu Yan. His eyes were forbearing, and he could no longer hide.

He clinked glasses with a close friend and drank it immediately.

In the eyes of everyone, Sui Yu Chunfeng was so proud that he was fortunate enough to marry his teacher's daughter. Only Lu Yan knew that Sui Yu had never let go of that person.

Speaking of that person, you have to say one more thing.

Three years ago, Suiyu Senior High School Scholar was about to go to Yunyang Houfu to propose marriage to Shen Yao, the second girl of the Shen family. The gift was prepared, and the matchmaker had been found. But at this moment, the second prince from the Uighur was actually here. She fell in love with Shen Yao at a hunting banquet at first sight.

The saint had the intention of wooing the Uighurs. When he heard the other party's intention to make a relationship, he immediately made an decree to seal Shen Yao as the Princess of Yonghe and marry in a good time.

This is the emperor's fate, no one can change it.

The guests on the side drank too much, and swayed aside: "If I can live like Brother Xiaoyu, I will die without regret."

Sui Yu heard it, glanced back, couldn't help but chuckle.

No regrets?

But the two major regrets of his life, one was when he was inscribed on the gold list, and the other was the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

Before Sui Yu entered the bridal chamber, he patted Lu Yan on the shoulder, "Shi Yan, in fact, I envy you the most." Being unmoved, unmoved, and free.

—

When Lu Yan walked out of the Xuanping Hou Mansion, the sky was completely dark.

He stepped on the train, closed his eyes for a long time, remembering Meng Suxi's tricks of advancing and retreating, and was too lazy to go back to deal with it, and said coldly: "I won't go back to the house today, go to the bamboo garden in the west."

As soon as he said this, Yang Zong was taken aback, and then he said weakly, "Shi Ziye, we can't go to Zhuyuan."

Lu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's the matter?"

Yang Zong looked at the drunk and slightly drunk appearance of his elder son. He guessed that he had forgotten, so he reminded: "You forgot, the 8000 kan was collected a few days ago, let's get out of the bamboo garden."

You know, a house in Chang'an City, that is, a few hundred guan, a full eight thousand guan, they have sold a lot of assets in their hands.

Hearing this, Lu Yan said quietly, "Really." He smiled at the corner of his mouth, but there was an inexplicable irritation in his eyes.

"Then back to the mansion?" Yang Zongdao.

"No, go to Chengyuan."

Not to mention that he has to forget, he also raised an outer room.

—

The night is slightly cold, and you are silent.

When Lu Yan arrived at Chengyuan, Shen Zhen had already fallen asleep. In Lanyue Pavilion, it was dark and all the lights were not on.

There was no one in this yard except Shen Zhen and the two maids who were here.

Shen Zhen slept very honestly, a slender one, and he didn't necessarily move all night.

Lu Yan leaned on the door frame, raised his eyebrows, and carefully looked at her back. Even under the bedding, you can see the undulating outline of the whole body, with the waist at the low part and the buttocks at the high point.

Lu Yan entered the room and deliberately made a little noise, the sound of footsteps and the movement of the stool.

He had just eaten the wine, and his mouth felt a little dry for no apparent reason. He lifted the kettle on the table, tilted it slowly, and made the sound of water pouring into the cup.

Shen Zhen closed his eyes and opened it after a long while, her small hands clenched into fists, her body stiff, and she did not dare to look back.

At this moment, there was no one who could break into Chengyuan directly, except for him, there was no one else.

Lu Yan looked at Shen Zhen and realized that the neck of the man at the corner of the bed was completely stiff, and he knew that she was awake.

He raised his hand and took a sip of water, and then said coldly: "Is that what you did in the outside room?"

In a word, it directly broke the tranquility in the house.

Shen Zhen heard his faint anger, and suddenly felt that the bed was covered with nails, so she bit her lower lip and bit her scalp and got up.

She went down to the ground in silence, came to him, and whispered: "My lord."

Lu Yan glanced at her, and saw that she was well dressed, not even the outer underwear. I don't know who is defending.

He gave an "um", then stood up, turned towards her, and spread his arms.

Shen Zhen didn't know what he meant at first, and only after her eyes met, she knew what she should do, but her palms were sweaty, she didn't know where to start, and after hesitating for a long time, she wrapped his waist and waited for him to change clothes.

But Shen Zhen, a daughter of the Hou Mansion who has not been out of the pavilion, how can she untie the man's girdle?

Lu Yan watched her slender fingers move back and forth on his girdle, but couldn't untie it, and couldn't help but whispered, "Why don't you know these?"

Shen Zhen felt the coldness above her head, and her heart was filled with grievances. No one has taught her about this, can she understand it without a teacher?

"Reply." He said in an angry voice.

He always does what he does to dry others. When is it his turn to dry him?

Shen Zhen's shoulders trembled by his severeness, and her eyes rolled secretly in her heart, but her tone was very good, "Excuse me, my lord, it's the first time I did it."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but look at her dark and smooth hair, and the ten fingers that hadn't been touched by the sun, and the frowning brows gradually loosened.

Too.

A month ago, she was the respected third girl in the Hou Mansion.

After a while, Lu Yan silently grabbed her two small hands, pinched her fingers, and secretly used force, teaching her to untie her girdle like a pen.

"Remember?" Lu Yan let go of her hand.

Shen Zhen's complexion was blush, and he didn't know where to put his hands, but suddenly remembered his cold "reply", and hurriedly said: "Remember, my lord."

It's okay, know the long memory. Lu Yan thought.

After Shen Zhen finished speaking, this person was still standing in front of her. She guessed that this should mean to let her continue.

In her mind, she quickly remembered how Qingxi usually served her.

It's strange to say that after being served for many years, these actions should be the most familiar, but at this moment, they are all intermittent and can't be connected everywhere.

If it weren't for the dark sky outside, Shen Zhen even felt that she should have been seventeen at the moment.

With him, it's true to live like years.

Shen Zhen waited for him to change his clothes, turned his head back on the lamp, folded his clothes, and put them on a huanghuali lotus leaf style hexapod incense table.

Then the pestle remained silent.

Lu Yan sat on the bed and looked at her face with the flickering candlelight. It was white and foggy, and the corners of his eyes were green and charming, and he was also fascinated for a while.

When I came back to my senses, I couldn't help thinking, is she the one who made the self in the dream unforgettable until death?

at the same time.

Shen Zhen moved to him step by step, and whispered quietly: "Do you want to stay overnight?"

Lu Yan stared at her, "Yes".

Having made his outer room, she naturally knew that being in the same room with him and being intimate with his skin was just a matter of time. But when I thought about it, I was really embarrassed.

She took the initiative to spread the quilt for him, and then blew out the light with a "whoop".

The room fell into darkness again.

Immediately afterwards, a brisk footstep moved to the door, "The lord rests earlier."

Before the door opened, the man sitting on the bed, staring at the pretty figure, opened his mouth gloomily, "Where are you going?"

Why does he want to run away because of her?

Lu Yan snorted lightly.

Tonight.

I want you, you have to bear it.

Don't you, don't run.