Chang’an’s First Beauty

The night grew thicker, and the snow was floating, and the temperature dropped again and again.

Lu Yan turned the horse up, clamped the belly, and walked away.

The little man in charge of the stable asked Yang Zong, "Isn't there a curfew outside? Why is Shizi going out at this time?"

Yang Zongchang sighed: "The prince is busy with his business and there is no other way."

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The cold wind screamed and got into his sleeves. When he arrived at Chengyuan, Chang'an City had already responded to it—the six-street drums had no pedestrians, and the nine quarters were empty and full of moon.

Pieces of snowflakes piled up on the bluestone road, and Lu Yan's pace was rapid. When he ran over the ground, he made a "creak" sound.

At this time, Mo Yue happened to be sweeping the snow with a bamboo broom. When Lu Yan came, he straightened up and said: "The slave-servant has seen the prince."

Lu Yan handed the medicine to Moyue, saying: "fry with warm fire as soon as possible." Then strode meteorally into the Lanyue Pavilion.

The candlelight swayed gently in the house, and the snowflakes flew outside.

He pushed open the door of the inner room, and it was Shen Zhen who was curled up in the bed. The petite and slender back was really pitiful.

He sat by the bed and leaned over to grab her body.

Lu Yan pinned her scattered hair behind her ears, looking at her in the light of the fire, her forehead was hung with virtual sweat, her small face was pale, but her body was hot and hot.

Her lips opened slightly, as if to say something, but unfortunately too dumb and too low, Lu Yan had to lower her head.

"cold."

She murmured softly.

Lu Yan looked around and found that four charcoal pots were already burning in the room. Even if two more were added, she was still cold.

He stared at her and stroked her small face with his thumb.

The sick and sick Shen Zhen is like a charming begonia of Xifu, unbearable in the wind, rain and frustration.

Lu Yan covered her with a quilt, and then said to Tang Yue, who was watching beside her, "She has been burning like this all the time?"

"It wasn't before yesterday, and Shen only said dizziness and wanted to sleep. But when the slave-servant put the dinner on, she started talking nonsense." At this time, it had burned out.

Lu Yan bowed his head and counted, it burned all day and night.Can't hold it anymore.

"Go to the hot pot," Lu Yan said.

After hearing this, Tangyue looked up at Shen Zhen, who was in hospital, and thought of something. She quickly said: "Yes."

Tonight the sky is foggy. Looking through the branch window, the moonlight inevitably becomes hazy.It's like some emotions that are covered.

After Xu Yu, Tangyue came back with the basin of water. She dipped a veil and feasted on the landing, "Grandpa, slave, come on."

Lu Yan got up and gave her a place.

Tang Yue lifted the bedding and used his hands to unravel Shen Zhen's clothes.After removing the coat, there was only a plain white apron.

A scent of fragrant fragrance greeted us head-on, and Tang Yue could not help but take a breath.She has served a lot of people, but she has never served such a fragrant country.

Her body is so white, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is bullying Frost.

Tang Yue cautiously touched her arm with a hot pal, the temperature was comfortable, and Shen Zhen couldn't help but snorted.

As soon as the coquettish voice came out, Lu Yan's mouth flattened out instantly. He thought that Shen Zhen was only like this to him.

The next picture could not help but look a little fragrant.Tangyue wiped her body bit by bit, starting from the jade feet, from bottom to top.Because the body is still hot, the skin is a little bit redder than usual.

Somewhere during the meeting, I inevitably made some sounds.

Standing on the side, Lu Yan's eyes became darker and deeper, his body stiffened, and there was a dry heat.

He licked the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

OK, true.

When you open your eyes, it is purer than anyone else. The water droplets in your eyes are like a clear spring in the mountains, but close your eyes, she is not her. Living.

Here Tang Yue is about to unravel Shen Zhen's apron. His throat is slightly moving, and the blue tendons on his arms are faintly protruding.

Tangyue froze, quickly put the veil into the hot water, and bowed back.

When she went out, she blew for a while before calming down.For the first time in her life, she would actually feel that the woman's body was so unforgettable that she was so charming.

Lu Yan sat next to her, twisting the veil in the water fiercely, and then wiped every place meticulously, every place he refused to touch, her place.

Perhaps it was a little heavy, and Shen Zhen grunted again.

Later, he even felt that his palm was hotter and hotter than the veil in his hand.

When his intellect prevailed, dressed her, and covered her quilt, the medicine on the outside also cooked.

He dragged her neck with one hand, and scooped up the medicine juice with the other, and slowly put it into her mouth.

But where Lu Yan would wait for someone to drink medicine, he fed one spoon after another, even without breathing time, Shen Zhen was naturally choked.

After coughing again and again, his eyes slowly opened.

In a trance, she saw his face clearly.

"grown ups?"

Shen Zhenmei's eyes widened and summoned him.

When a person wakes up, it is also when the mind is not fortified.

Looking at the resistance in her eyes, Lu Yan didn't know for a time what he was hurriedly coming in the middle of the night?

Lu Yan asked her to lean on the soft pillow, and then said coldly: "I only left one day, you will get yourself sick, Shen Zhen."

This tone is not difficult to hear the blame.

However, Shen Zhen just woke up and hadn't responded to what to say. He had to bow his head and cough twice.

Lu Yan handed her the unfinished medicine, "Can you drink it yourself?"

Shen Zhen took it and whispered, "Yes." She didn't eat all day and night, and now she has a fever. She doesn't have much energy. She even trembles with a spoon.

Looking at the appearance of her heart, Lu Yan couldn't help turning up the white jade in her hand. After a while, she still grabbed the medicine bowl in her hand.

He scooped a spoonful and handed it to her mouth.

After facing each other, Shen Zhen didn't push the three.

He stretched it out, and she opened her mouth, and the cooperation was considered tacit.

A bowl of medicinal juice soon bottomed out.

The so-called cannibalism and short hands, Shen Zhengang took the medicine he fed, it is inevitable to say something, she cleared her throat, slowly said: "Thank you, Master." After she said, she suddenly thought of something, and quickly covered her mouth.

Lu Yan raised her eyebrows and looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid I'm sick to adults." Shen Zhen covered her mouth.

Lu Yan took her hand down, "It's okay." After a pause, she continued: "If you drink the medicine, then let's rest earlier."

After hearing this, Shen Zhen lied down, she thought, she had to get sick to avoid trouble for others, she simply closed her eyes.

Lu Yan got up and put out a candlelight.

Seeing her like this, Lu Yan rarely caressed her back gently.

Men's tenderness, especially Lu Yan's tenderness, can be felt even if it is given a little.Shen Zhen is the same.

After turning around, she did not fall asleep, but opened her eyes instead.

Time flowed inch by inch, and Lu Yan's hand fell on her back, and her puffy heart seemed to gradually fit together.

Not knowing how long it took, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "Shen Zhen, go to bed early, and when you get up tomorrow morning, you will transcribe a letter, and I will send someone to send Mrs. Li."

Mrs. Li in his mouth is Shen Zhen's eldest sister, Shen Lao.

When the words fell, Shen Zhen's nose was sore, she suddenly wanted to cry, but when she remembered the rules he set, she endured again.

Until her breathing was even, Lu Yan looked sideways out the window, contemplating for a long time.

In fact, even he could not explain why he broke her.

Perhaps it is because she is closely related to her messy dreams.

Perhaps it was pity for her to make his own outside room at a young age, but he could not give her anything.

Or maybe he just wanted her to have a good dream.

he thinks.