Chang’an’s First Beauty

The Jin Dynasty's folk style was open and always liked to buy spring collectively.

When Lu Yan and others arrived at Pingkangfang Nanqu, the sky was still bright.As soon as he entered the door, he saw a lot of scholars, and he was obsessed with the graceful figure behind the curtain.

Sun Xu is a regular visitor here. When the old bustard saw him coming, he immediately squeezed out of the crowd and walked over to say hello: "Grandpa is here."

With this voice, the little girl on the second floor looked toward the door together——

There is a man between the red lights, especially in the crowd of people.

He was dressed in a moon-white gown, with a large black cloak on the outside, a beam of jade crowns, a hanging palace silk, and all around him, a class of nobles.

Such a rare guest can not help but let those girls who are well-informed come into interest.

The mother’s eyes were sharper. She only glanced at it, and she knew that this is not an ordinary grandfather. She laughed and said, "Dare to ask a few official lords, are you sitting in the hall today or setting up a private seat? "

The popular point of this is to ask, are you here to enjoy singing and dancing, or to find a girl to spend the night?

Sun Xu touched the tip of his nose.

If it is on weekdays, he will probably embrace Wenxiang into his dreams, but today is different. Fortunately, Lord Lu is also the first time to come out and drink with them. He has to listen to the meaning of others and say, "Where does Brother Lu want to sit?"

Lu Yan's face did not change color, and he gazed straightly at the grandmother: "Is the head card today?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Zheng Jingzhao and Sun Xu doubled.

The two of them really didn't expect that this princely prince would be able to play.

Wen Xiangyuan's first name is Yunzhi.Not only the poems are good, but the dancing skills are also a must. There are rumors in the community-as long as she has eaten the wine in her glass, there will be no men who can hold themselves.

As soon as Lu Yan ordered Yunzhi, the old bustard was delighted, thinking he came here admiringly, and hurriedly said to a little girl: "Go, call Yunzhi down for me, and say there are noble guests."

...

The three of them entered the small courtyard, and as soon as they sat down, the maids put on exquisite wine utensils and a variety of appetizers.

With a few pipa minors, I saw a few girls who raised her gracefully and lifted the bamboo gauze and walked in staggeringly.

After they were seated, they played the wine order as usual.

These girls are all experts at night. They are not only brilliant, but also interesting. From time to time, they say two erotic words, which immediately set off a hotness in the house.

The red candle swayed in the house, and Yunzhi looked at the suave man beside him, rejoicing in secret, and could not help but take the initiative.

She leaned over to him and deliberately breathed into his ear: "If the official does not like to play these, then the slave will dance for you, okay?"

Ordinarily, after listening to such words, the old iron tree is about to bloom, but Lord Lu alone, his ears are not red.

He only stared at Yunzhi's eyes.

Lu Yan gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes. At first glance, it looks like a romantic and affectionate, but if you take a closer look, you will find that it is full of worldly heritage and pureness.

Thin love is hard to conceal, and alienation is evident.

But it was such a pair of eyes that instantly removed Yunzhi's heart, which had been thoroughly tempered, by three points.

She raised her hand to pour a glass of wine and handed it to him. She winked like silk: "This dance is over. If the official is satisfied, he will dry this glass, will it work?"

Lu Yan took it, glanced at her, and said nothing.

Yunzhi got up smilingly and faded Waishan. She hooked him with her eyes, and wished she could do everything she could to dance in front of him.

But every time she worked hard, Lu Yan's eyes sank.

In less than a moment, he has lost patience.

He secretly squeezed the cup in his hand, which was extremely boring. He never expected that he watched the most famous brand of Changan Ping Kangfang agitate his posture, but he didn't feel anything at all.

Not at all.

It's very different from seeing the three girls from the Shen family.

He snapped the cup on the table.

Seeing his movements, Yunzhi thought he was dissatisfied, and his dancing wrist hurriedly, staring at the landing feast, said: "But the slave jump is not good?"

The two of Lu Yan's heads were talking about Zhuang Xing, and it was not easy to leave in advance, so they lifted up the cup and drank it, facing Yunzhi: "No, you continue."

After hearing this, Yunzhi's entire face was red, and his heart was sore and sore.

She had to see that he didn't mean anything to himself.

Counting, today is the first time she has felt so embarrassed since she became the top card.

After finishing the song, Yunzhi dared not speak again.

Instead, he honestly poured wine for him, and he followed him for two drinks.

Almost an hour later, there was a sudden wind outside, and the wind and wind slammed the doors and windows, making it chilly.

When the drink came up, Zheng Jingzhao blushed and looked far away, said quietly: "Why is it snowing again?"

Sun Xu looked outside and echoed, "Since it's snowing, let's go here today, otherwise there will be a curfew for a while, and the road will not go well."

Zheng Jingzhao nodded again and again, and all three of them got up...

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I don't know if there was a problem with the wine yesterday, or it was caught in the wind on the way back.

When Lu Yan woke up, she had a headache, and her eyes turned blue, and her throat became dull.

He raised his hand and pinched his throat knot, and his dream flashed overnight.

Then the whole person was laughed at.

He changed the face of the card from yesterday to her, obviously the same dance posture, somehow, suddenly changed his taste.

It was like a plain glass of white water, turned into a burning throat liquor.

Damn it really.

Today is a day of rest and relaxation. Lu Yan went to ask her grandmother to finish her life, so she sat alone in the study, coughing twice from time to time.

His eyes swelled, and he couldn't even read the book in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Yang Zong busy brought him a cup of hot tea.

Lu Yan took it, twisted the tea lid, and just took a sip, listening to Yang Zongdao: "This tea was just bought by Princess Chang from the Mengjia tea house in West City."

Lu Yan had been drinking well, but when he heard the word "West City", the tea flowed through his throat, and he didn't pant all at once. He coughed more than once, and immediately choked with red eyes.

I have to say that sometimes thinking of a person is like coughing.

Forbearance is unbearable.

After Lu Yan stopped by covering her chest, he suddenly realized that he couldn't go on like this.

He slammed the tea lid in his hand briskly on the edge of the cup and said dumbly: "Get the car, I'm going to Xishi."

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Yesterday's snow never stopped, the road was frozen, and some shops closed the door early.

Walking to the Baixiang Pavilion, Lu Yan's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Snow fluttered on the umbrella one after another, making a rustling sound. Yang Zong looked up and couldn't help but be surprised.

Why is there someone... stuck in front of Baixiangge?

Song Jian leaned against the door frame and smiled at Shen Zhen's hippie: "If the three girls are willing to kiss me, I will buy the box of rouge and gouache in front of you, you don't have to pretend to be tall, I know you are short of money." Song Jane is the only son of rich businessman Song Mo, and one of the most famous dudes in Beijing.

Qing Xiheng was in front of Shen Zhen. "Our girl does not do business like you."

Song Jian chuckled non-stop, "Who am I, who am I?" After that, he waved at Qingxi again: "Go away, how can you speak."

He pushed away Qingxi and forced Shen Zhen into his arms. "Good sister, you ask your brother to kiss, and brother will double the price for you. Who can you buy this price for?"

Shen Zhen had been prepared for a long time, and when he was touched, she immediately pulled the pearl hairpin on her head and stabbed him.

Song Jane was blocked, but she was stabbed in the back of her hand.

Shen Zhen's black hair spread out and fluttered against the wind.

Against the backdrop of the white snow, she was like a fairy who strayed into the world and lost her spiritual power.

That flushed and stubborn eyes flashed Wang Jian's fire instantly.

He kindly persuaded, "Shen Zhen, today is the eighth day. I pity fragrant jade. The people of Jin's Qian Yinpu may not be so. You are so stubborn. After the tenth day, you and your brother will suffer. At that time, you cry. The debts of your Shen family can afford me. Who can you ask for besides me?"

After all, he curled up her strand of hair again.

Today's last touch of sunlight, annihilating the depths of the flowing clouds at seven o'clock in Shen Shi, Lu Yan grabbed an umbrella in Yang Zong's hand and suddenly clenched tightly, his knuckles faintly white.

He strode forward, grabbed the back of Song Jian's neck, and dragged it.The ground was too slippery, and Song Jian couldn't help but stumble back and fell straight into the snow outside.

Song Jane had not yet seen who was overwhelming him, so he heard the door of Baixiang Pavilion shut with a loud bang.

He got up and yelled at him while ordering his entourage to smash into the door, but before he finished shouting, Yang Zong blocked his mouth.

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Lu Yan closed the door, facing Shen Zhen's eyes.

He gazed at her from top to bottom.

Her eyes suddenly fixed on the plain white sachet on her waist. On top of the sachet, there was an embroidered word "Zhen" clearly.

Everything in the dream appeared in front of him one by one.

There was a hint of laughter in his mouth, a smile of confession.

Maybe God is hinting that his strange dreams and past lives in the mouth of the Taoist are true.

He kept silent and only poured the money on his desk with a clatter. He looked at Shen Zhen's eyes and said dumbly, "I want to buy a box of these money, is it enough?"

Shen Zhenleng was in place, and suddenly felt so embarrassed.

She has always been ashamed of trading sympathy.

But today is different from the past. Her self-esteem in the Houfu daughter-in-law is nothing compared to the money in front of her.

She could not sign the deed of sale, nor Shen Hong.

She suddenly lowered her head, biting her lip and holding back her tears. She twitched the silver money on the table case with her white fingertips, shaking her throat and saying, "Adult has given more, these are enough."

As shrewd as Lu Yan, how could she not know what she was thinking?

"Last time I took a fan from you by mistake. If I read it correctly, the Junan Shuixie on the fan surface was painted by Mr. Chun Zhi. His pen and ink are worth the money." After all, he looked at Shen Zhendao again. : "Tomorrow, I will send someone to pick it up."

Lu Yan turned and put her hand on the knocker, Shen Zhen chased to the door and whispered: "Thank you Master Lu."

His back was stiff and he said dumbly: "No need to thank me."

no need to thank me.

Shen Zhen, you really don't have to thank me.

If I Lu Yan wanted you, it would be more shameless than them.

The author has something to say: President Lu really has more money.