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In ancient times, sages failed to enter the house to cure floods and prevented them from entering, which showed their virtues as the country and the people.

Now, Zhongyi Bo Yang Fan crossed mountains and rivers and passed by his home thousands of times. There was a "door" but he didn't enter, and he was frustrated and happy.

When Yang Fan and Wu Meiniang were both dependent on me, Taichang Temple Jiafangshu.

In an independent embroidery villa, Xiao Shiyun was wearing pink gauze at this time, and her graceful body was delicate and straight. She lay on the couch with her jaw on one hand, and repeated the poem "Pipa Xing" over and over again in her mouth. A strong face suddenly surged into her heart.

Although she is a singer, she is still a serious and elegant apprentice, beautiful, outstanding singing and dancing, extraordinary literary talent, and even...

No young talent is proud of meeting him, only Yang Fan. Thinking about this "hateful" person, he dared to refuse his invitation just now, Yuya couldn't help but bit his seductive red lips gently.

Could it be that he was so unbearable in his eyes that his beautiful eyes, which were as angry as resentment, were gradually covered with a layer of mist of mist?

Since ancient times, heroes match beauty, beauties love talented men, let alone the Tang Dynasty where the romantic spirit is prevalent. Of course, Xiao Shiyun is the same. She is thinking about it in her heart, and she doesn’t know where the man who disturbed her mind is now?

"Miss, it's already the fourth day of the day, why are you still not at ease? Is it because of Yang Fan, the uncle of Zhongyi?"

The little maid Tonger saw that her girl was leaning on the couch and was constantly savoring her words with a scroll of words. She looked like she was not thinking about her. She probably wouldn't have a rest for a while. She secretly complained that Zhongyi was really cruel and was willing to treat the girl like a fairy like this. She cooked a cup of tea and brought it over to persuade her.

Xiao Shiyun put down the scroll of words, Xiumou was a little confused. After picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, she came to her senses.

He smiled apologetically at his little maid, lifted the gauze covered his body, stood up, and slowly walked to the window.

The bright moon in the sky has become oval, and I think it will take less than a few days to see the full moon.

Life should be like the moon. Only after experiencing the regrets of the moon creeping can the moon make people feel nostalgic and admiring. Thinking of this, my mood became much better inexplicably.

The boy was stunned by the smile of his own girl just now. Even though he lived with her for many years, he was defeated by the peerless style. He was born with beauty and smiled like a flower.

She was like a fairy who was exiled to the mortal world. A girl like a painting should have a life of luxury and carefree life?

Shouldn't she be held in the palm of her hand and cared for her? But why did she fall into this fireworks place?

Although she has been beautiful since ancient times, she believes that her girl will definitely return to the clouds.

For the maid Tonger who dared to reject his girl, he loved and hated her. He bit the corner of his lips lightly and looked at the girl's cheeks, with a hint of sorrow mixed in his expression from time to time, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

The little maid's black little eyes turned and said, "Since the girl admires Zhongyi Bo's literary talent so much, why don't she let him help the girl redeem her? I think the girl spoke, no man in the world would refuse."

After the two masters and servants for so many years, Xiao Shiyun certainly knew the little maid’s thoughts. She angrily stretched out her spring onion-like finger and poked the little maid’s forehead, and smiled angrily: “It’s so easy to redeem yourself in the Jiafangsi?”

The little maid Tonger stuck out her tongue and said mischievously: "Of course Tonger knows, but it may be difficult for others to redeem her. But this Zhongyi Bo has the most chance..."

On the one hand, Zhongyi Bo has made great contributions to the court. If he spoke up and wanted to redeem the girl, Taichang Temple would not dare not let anyone go.

On the other hand, Bo Zhongyi earned millions of dollars in auction last time, but this time he won hundreds of thousands of dollars in gambling at Piaoxianglou, and he was not short of money.

Xiao Shiyun gave her close-fitting maid a blank look and said angrily: "You can bear to sell me a stick in the eyes of the Chang'an nobleman? What's your idea?"

Seeing that Xiao Shiyun was not angry, the little maid Tonger said slowly: "It is said that Zhongyi Bo is a bastard, that is the real bastard. Zhongyi Bo not only offered the method to prevent smallpox, but also solved the problem of relief for Your Majesty today. There are also news in the palace that he raised many disadvantages of the imperial examination... As long as the girl can redeem herself and leave the Taichang Temple Jiafangsi, she will not be monitored by the court. This Zhongyi Bo is a god of wealth, talented and able to make money, and she has the task of the girl..."

Xiao Shiyun's pretty face suddenly turned cold and she shouted, "What are you talking about? Jingyan..."

The little maid realized that she had made a mistake and was shocked. She ran to the door in panic and looked around carefully, and found that no one was relieved.

Xiao Shiyun's face became a little sad. How long has it been since she saw her mother?

Is her health well?

Thinking about her mission, she was breathing a little breathless.

Now the people of the Tang Dynasty live and work in peace and stability, and the world is becoming more stable. How many people still remember the glory of the past?

Can my thin shoulders really take on that mountain of heavy responsibilities?

Xiao Shiyun was a little confused at this moment.

The tea cup in my hand gradually became colder and the room became silent.

Put down the teacup, pick up the scroll and read it softly.

As his mind gradually calmed down, Xiao Shiyun said lightly: "From now on, pay attention to collecting Zhongyi Bo's whereabouts and places, what he does on weekdays."

The little maid immediately smiled happily and quickly responded with her little head.

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The clouds dance lightly, and the morning glow splashes everywhere.

Yang Fan woke up in a slight softness and pinched the softness in his hand like a conditioned reflex. A tender humming sounded in his ears. He opened his eyes and looked at Wu Meiniang who was snuggling in his arms.

I saw two pairs of slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and their white cheeks were a little red. It was obvious that she had woken up long ago and was just pretending to be asleep now.

He laughed and knew that she was embarrassed, so he didn't expose it and prepared to get up.

Seeing Yang Fan get up, Wu Meiniang can't pretend anymore. She stretched out her soft body and opened her big hazy eyes and said shyly: "My husband, I'd better serve you to wear clothes!"

He looked at Wu Meiniang with a smile, Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Oh? Can Meiniang get up? Didn't you say you were about to die last night?"

A burst of jokes made Wu Meiniang shy and pounded Yang Fan's chest unyieldingly.

She didn't expect that the husband knew so much about the boudoir and was struggling to make a living and floods several times.

Although I didn't fulfill my family, I was too good at making trouble and actually let myself use my mouth...

She really didn't dare to think about that shy move anymore, and her body became soft again, and the little strength she had gathered was instantly taken away.

Yang Fan laughed and stood up straight. Perhaps because he heard the movement, Xing'er ran in from the outside and sorted out Yang Fan's clothes.
Chapter completed!