Chang’an’s First Beauty

The night's wind blew through the gap between the windows and reached the swaying candlelight. When the wind came slowly, it gently shook, and when the wind came anxiously, it couldn't help twitching.

It looked like he was walking through her hair and secretly hard palms.

Shen Zhen's skirts were all piled on her waist.

She bit her lip and refused to say anything. She only looked at the carved beam with the watery eyes. She dared not to look elsewhere, even breathing became cautious.

He changed his position, and she suddenly lost weight, causing her to quickly hook his neck with both hands.

When Lu Yan saw her curled up in her arms, she couldn't help but show a little pity. Seeing her obediently, she bowed her head and bit her red ear.

Who knew this little ear was Shen Zhenmingmen.

When he snapped his mouth, she slammed the whole person, and the hand on the neck suddenly struggled hard, thin nails directly scratching his skin, and three blood marks appeared on the neck immediately.

Shen Zhenwan didn't expect that he had used so much energy. When he saw that he was bleeding, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He quickly called twice, "Adult, Master."

It was only at this time that most of the men felt no pain, but instead felt that her two trembling adults were even more grieving.

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When the two came out of the study, it was already the time when Lu Yan held the lantern, Shen Zhen covered his big cloak, buried his head, and walked three steps and one stop.

He was quite cooperative on the side, walking very slowly, and did not urge her.

Entering the Lanyue Pavilion, Shen Zhen folded the large cloaks on her body, her head still buried low, for a long while, and walked to him with a handkerchief soaked in water, reaching for the blood stains for him.

Lu Yan's skin color was already pale, and the blood clotting of the wound at this time, at first glance, it was really conspicuous.

Shen Zhen had always been afraid of him. Seeing him raise his neck to cooperate without speaking, the strength in his hands inevitably lightened again.

Lu Yan lowered her eyes slightly, and saw the confusion in her eyes.

He took the veil and slapped her, "Okay, let me do it myself." With her strength, I was afraid that it would be wiped to tomorrow morning.

Lu Yan wiped a few times at will, then turned and turned off the light.

The two lay down together, but Shen Zhen was in a state of confusion. She had thought about implying him to see the elder sister for the past two days, but she did not think of it and offended her again.

For the first time, Shen Zhen moved in his direction, "Adult." She whispered.

Lu Yan gave a "huh" sound.

"Tomorrow, I'll cut my nails, will it work?" Shen Zhen's voice was soft and soft, and all of her ears were flattering.

But Lu Yan is eating her set.

If she was silent, he would still feel that she was not sensible, but listening to her said it would inevitably make her a little intolerable.

Her hands are extremely beautiful, white and slender, not to mention, even her nails are powdery, she squeezes hard, as if they are boneless.

Lu Yan silenced for a long while, and then put her hand on her earlobe again, fiddled back and forth like evil, and said dumbly: "No."

This time, Shen Zhen tightened his body and finally did not scratch him anymore.

The night is quiet and dark, her panic eyes, bright as a star, is even a lover.

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Early the next morning, Shen Zhen waited for him to change his clothes. She looked up at the scratches on his neck. In the end, he was a little guilty. "Adult, otherwise... please cover it up."

Lu Yan looked down at Shen Zhen and asked her, "Have you ever heard of it?"

Shen Zhen heard the irony in his mouth, darkened his eyes, and said nothing.

Anyway, she thought about it too, and covered her face with a drape for a while, better than anything.Today she is the staff of Jingzhao, a painter.It has nothing to do with him.

After wearing, Shen Zhen went out with Lu Yan.

The carriage went out of the noisy and busy streets, and then passed through several small roads, slowly driving to the front of Jingzhao Mansion.The huge plaque stood upright on the head, which looked extra solemn and solemn.

Sun Shaoyin arrived before them. Seeing the landing banquet took a woman off the carriage, he greeted him with a look, "This is this?"

"The painter I invited." Lu Yandao.

Sun Shaoyin hurriedly edited, and turned to look at Lu Yan, and saw three seals on his neck, "Master Lu, how did you get this neck?"

Lu Yan said blankly: "Scratch."

This time Sun Shaoyin's expression couldn't help but subtle, he asked how to get it, but he didn't ask what the wound was.Anyway, he is also Shao Yin, who is at the same level as him. How can he not see that it is a scratch?

Who strokes and how is stroked is what he is curious about.

After all, the first time he saw Lord Lu hanging the color, the five words that came to his mind instantly are hard to dispel.

Sun Shaoyin couldn't bear his curiosity, and said: "But Yun Yun got it?" Master Lu's carriage stopped every day in Hualiu Lane, but he saw it clearly.

After listening to this, Lu Yan whispered something in Sun Shaoyin's side, only to see Sun Shaoyin's complexion changed, and quickly waved his hand to apologize.

Shen Zhen, who was on the side, couldn't think of breaking his head. Lu Yan said to him: The artist I brought with me had a veil because she had just passed fourteen and had not yet left the cabinet.

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After an hour, they came to the Song House in Xuanping Square.

The second son of the Song family saw a female painter today and did not stop. After the announcement, Shen Zhen entered the house.

Since the landing banquet still wanted to hear what the Song family girls said, they gave Song Family Erlao a gesture of forbidden sound and stood under the eaves.

Shen Zhen entered the door and looked-Song Ling'er was dressed in white, sitting on the bed with his knees, his eyes were empty, and the whole person fell like a wind blow.

After she sat down, she took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked her softly, as Lu Yan asked, "Can Song Song repeat that person's appearance again?"

This soft voice has an advantage, that is, what she said will not make people feel disgusted.

Song Ling'er looked at her and said at random: "The man has a beard, his eyes are large, and his nose is also high. He is always fierce and evil."

Listening to her description, Shen Zhen really couldn't write accurately, so she said again: "Can Song Song recall that the man is a beard or a goatee?"

After listening to this, Song Linger's eyes tremble, raising her hand and raising Shen Zhen's inkstone. "Whether you are an official, do you want to investigate the case, or do you want to torture me, an innocent person?" Song Ling'er was so excited that even his voice changed. It's a little sharp.

Shen Zhen didn't take care of the ink scattered on the ground, but instead held Song Ling'er's hand.I was so excited that I remembered something.

Shen Zhenfang only saw the submission of this case in Jingzhao Mansion. What did the Song daughter experience? She naturally knew, "Girl Song, I naturally understand you..."

Song Ling'er interrupted her directly and looked at her with tears in her eyes, "How can you understand? To everyone like you, I'm afraid I can't experience it in my whole life. It's a bit of a taste to be tortured by people."

Shen Zhen leaned over and hugged her, and gently stroked Song Ling'er's back with her small hand, saying, "I have also experienced it."

As soon as these words came out, Song Ling'er inside the house and Lu Ban outside the house were stunned.

Although Shen Zhen was wearing a draped hat and a veil, her hair ornaments were visible. It was clearly a bun for a woman who had not yet appeared.

Song Linger murmured, "How could... this is impossible."

In order to appease her, Shen Zhen gritted her teeth and had to pluck her neckline to let her glance at the red mark on it.The man loved to make her imprinted, although it didn't hurt, but it looked a bit tragic.

Now Song Ling'er looked at Shen Zhen's eyes and could not help changing.

Shen Zhen saw that she was not in conflict, and said quickly: "Since ancient times, women have been confined to etiquette. After such evil, they can only blame themselves, but Miss Song thinks carefully, if the government did not catch the gangster, let alone Changan. Will more girls be killed, it is Miss Song you, if they know you are still alive, can they let you go?"

Song Ling'er hadn't thought about such a thing. In the past two days, she had been afraid that the evil spirits would come to the door.

She clenched her fists, thinking for a long time, and said: "But my eyes were covered, I really didn't see it."

Shen Zhen really felt empathy with this. When she recalled her first time, she was also blindfolded by the man. "Miss Song, she was treated like that. Although she was scared, there were some things that she would never forget, such as her body size... …"

Before Shen Zhen finished the question, Lu Yan couldn't hear it.

His long figure was pulled long by the sun, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Treat like that, treat like that, how did he treat her?

He touched her, wasn't she taking the initiative?

The courage was so fat that he compared him with those people.

When Shen Zhen finished painting, another half hour passed, crossing the threshold, and saw Lu Yan's arms folded, staring at her with a smile.

Now Shen Zhen feels that he has made a contribution, so naturally he hasn't paid attention to his eyes.

At this time, Sun Xu hurriedly ran over and said to Shen Zhen: "But was it drawn?"

Shen Zhen nodded, "Miss Song said this time is slightly different from what was written in the essay. The person she saw that day should have a big face, high cheekbones, thin eyes, and a figure higher than Song Song. Thin. Somehow, when I was painting, I felt that the man was not like a Han, but rather like the Xianbei." Then, Shen Zhen handed the painting to Sun Xu.

Sun Xu took it for a look, and the more familiar he became, he said to Lu Yan: "Master Lu, the sister of Wang Zhao, did he marry the Xianbei?"

Lu Yan nodded, "It is true."

Sun Xudao said: "Nature, Master Lu will send Mr. back, I have to go back to the Yamen."

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After getting in the carriage, Shen Zhen took off the curtain.

She raised her hand and adjusted her sideburns, watching the landing banquet: "Master, is my bun messy?"

Lu Yan looked at her clear eyes and twitched her lips. She was really angry.

At this time, the wheel happened to be pressed over a few bumps, and the body shook. Shen Zhen, who was playing with the bun, accidentally planted it on him.

Even if she didn't do it on purpose, this posture has some meaning of giving her arms.

The author has something to say: Should he deserve to be scratched?