MTL - Chang’an Small Restaurant-Chapter 95 things in the bedroom
Shen Shaoguang immediately thought crooked, narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox.
Lin Yan tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a smile.
Go and go, who is afraid of who? Shen Shaoguang said with a smile: "In this case, I'll go and ask for a cup of Langjun's good tea."
Lin Yan lived in the yard where the Shen couple lived. The courtyard and the porch were vaguely what they remembered, but the details were different. Shen Shaoguang remembered that there was a large flowerbed in the courtyard, planted with peony and peonies; Huasheng was always attached to the window, which was red and bright; there were bird cages hanging under the porch, and a few orioles with melodious calls were raised. Every morning, the mother would personally Change rice and water...
"A Li—" Lin Yan looked at her with concern.
Shen Shaoguang turned his head and smiled at him, "Lang Jun practiced swords in this yard in the morning?"
Lin Yan nodded.
Also peony and the like. The rest of the courtyard was empty, covered with lotus-patterned blue bricks. As for the oriole under the porch and Huasheng on the window, there is no such thing as a straight man.
Shen Shaoguang smiled again and asked, "What's in this column?"
"A few bushes of peonies."
"What color?"
"The flower seller said she was a drunken makeup fairy, but the color is more intense, like Huoyunxia. I don't care much about this. When it blooms," Lin Yan smiled gently, "You Just see for yourself."
Shen Shaoguang squinted and smiled, neither saying good nor bad, and stepped up the stairs.
Just now, her brows were a little gloomy, and in a blink of an eye, she made such a lively look, Lin Yan felt a little distressed, and wanted to tell her that it was not necessary in front of him, but he was afraid that it would hurt her even more Huai, did not say in the end.
The Lin family maid opened the curtain and everyone entered the house.
On the base, there is even a roll on the small table above the couch. The things are not messy, the books are neatly arranged, the pen holder, lampstand, pen washer, and paperweight are filled with pens on the long case, and the teapots, tea cups, snacks and plates on the small table are also neatly arranged. I don’t know if Lin Shaoyin is naturally neat. , or the maids are diligent.
The most eye-catching things in the room are the landscape paintings on the wall and the six-span screen. In the painting, there is white snow on the Daishan Mountain, a curved stream, and a thatched cottage next to the stream. Two officers are playing chess. Looking at the inscription, the artist is probably a friend of Lin Shaoyin.
The six sandalwood screen was written with "Gan Tang", and it was Lin Shaoyin's handwriting.
"Book of Songs Gantang" is a work that misses Zhao Gong, Zhao Gong is diligent in politics and loves the people, he once "decided prison affairs" under the Gantang tree. Governance, Huaitang tree dare not cut down" ① - a bit of the meaning of later generations' fans because of people and things, this poem is about this matter.
Yin is a bit of a scholar's traditional schizophrenia.
In the height of the temple, I recite the joy of seclusion in the mountains and forests, and in the distance of the rivers and lakes, I ponder the purple robe and jade belt to point the country, scholars...
Lin Yan and Shen Shaoguang sat opposite each other on the couch, the maid brought tea, and the two ate tea.
Seeing Shen Shaoguang looking at the screen, Lin Yan also followed her gaze.
Shen Shaoguang was joking in his heart, but he said with a smile, "Langjun's handwriting is so good, you must send me a picture another day."
Because of her talent, Lin Yan just wanted to coax her, and said warmly, "I'll write a screen for you, too, and surround it by your couch in the main room to keep out the wind. "
Shen Shaoguang remembered the pillow screen he gave. If you guessed correctly, the bedroom is behind the Gantang screen. I wonder if Lin Shaoyin's pillow screen is as solemn as this Gantang screen. serious?
Shen Shaoguang had nothing to do with it, "I don't want this "Gan Tang"..."
Lin Yan asked with a smile: "What do you want?"
"Now I have lotus ponds in summer and autumn. Langjun will send me another winter one."
The maids were not around, Shen Shaoguang smiled frivolously and asked in a low voice, "Hey, Yan Lang, what color is your pillow screen?"
Lin Yan glanced at her, pursed her lips, stayed and took her hand, "You'll know when you go and have a look."
Shen Shaoguang just smiled and let him lead.
Lin Yan's bedroom is quite large, and the style is similar to the outside - broad, heavy and quiet. A simple big bed with no shelf curtains, only a small screen in front.
Fans are divided into multiple fans.
Shen Shaoguang originally only guessed that it was the same lotus pond water color series, who would have thought that it was the same at all…
Shen Shaoguang tilted his head to look at him, Lin Yan only smiled warmly, but held her hand even tighter.
Shen Shaoguang tapped Lin Yan's chest with his other hand, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Here - it is very clear."
Lin Yan grabbed her hand, but let go of the other hand and turned to hug her.
"Ali—" Lin Yan called her softly.
Being so tightly hugged by him, so close to his eyes, nose and mouth, Shen Shaoguang was a little nervous, as if he could hear his heartbeat, not sure if it was his or his own.
Lin Yan closed his eyes and lowered his head to kiss.
After a while, Lin Yan left a little, looked at her blurred eyes and red lips, and kissed her again.
For a long time, "Ayan—"
"Hmmm"
Shen Shaoguang murmured on his chest and asked, "The screen is so obvious, is this a long-planned plan?"
"Hmm." A low, nasal voice.
Shen Shaoguang was just habitually pouting, but he didn't expect him to admit it, our Lin Shaoyin is so shameless...
"What do you think?"
"I'm thinking of Mingnu, what a solemn cat in the past, and then she rolled around with joy, and she couldn't get up without scratching her neck or rubbing her back."
Lin Yan laughed, his chest vibrating.
Shen Shaoguang also smiled, put his face on his clothes, and hugged him tightly.
However, no matter how long the kiss and hug will come to an end, Lin Yan took her hand and walked around the bedroom, Shen Shaoguang looked at the bed, not daring to do anything irregular, In case it gets out of hand... This is someone else's house, and I have to go to Mrs. Tai's for dinner later.
Shen Shaoguang just picked up the cup is from Ding kiln or Xing kiln, what kind of stone is this chapter, etc., seeing her a little shy and unnatural, Lin Yan laughed.
Shen Shaoguang felt that his shamelessness belonged to the home field advantage. In his own home, the shameless one was himself.
"I really want to get married with you quickly." Lin Yan hugged her again, kissed the hair on her temples, then took her hand out of the bedroom, and then walked across the hall. sit.
The two drank tea that was no longer hot, and then chatted.
There is nothing serious, Shen Shaoguang told him about the jokes he collected, and he didn't dare to pour the yellow waste at will, so he only said some scholar's elegant jokes, and then went to the wine shop to eat wine. The scholar, speaking of the upcoming Rites Examination and the Ministry of Personnel Selection.
Shen Shaoguang smiled and said, "Yang Langjun wrote a poem outside our restaurant and was seen by Li Xianggong as his staff. Inspired by this, I think it should also be given to those scholars who eat in this restaurant. Give something back, such as collecting the poems they wrote for the store into a book, engraving it, putting it in the wine shop, letting people post it on the street, and selling it in bookstores in the East and West Markets…”
Lin Yan laughed, Ah Li really had a good business experience.
Shen Shaoguang also pretended to be a big-tailed wolf, "It's not easy for scholars, if you can help a handful, you can also help the court to promote talents."
Lin Yan nodded: "Very well, the sage will hold another feast at that time, and the poems will be rich and beautiful."
Shen Shaoguang knocked on the desk to warn him.
Lin Yan laughed, but said sternly: "When you come back, you can send these poems and I will help you choose them. When they are printed, they can be given to the Minister of Rites in a volume."
In this era, there was a tradition of giving poems, poems, and essays to dignitaries and nobles, and asking people to make famous names and even introduce them to examiners. It is a routine operation for high-ranking officials like Lin Shaoyin to transfer poems and prose that they admire to the Minister of Rites.
Shen Shaoguang shook his head and smiled: "Let people say that you are helping your wife to send small advertisements... Forget it."
Although I don't know what a "small advertisement" is, Lin Yan understands what she means, and feels that the phrase "my lady" is a post, so she smiles: "If you don't help your lady, who else will you help? Woolen cloth?"
Shen Shaoguang still shook her head. Although she was afraid of affecting Lin Yan, it was also because she had traveled too far in the past few years, and she was already satisfied to be able to walk straight. Suddenly there was a shortcut in front of her, and she didn't know how to move her legs. Besides, Shen Shaoguang felt that he was not bad at walking the straight road, and he could step out of the pit one step at a time!
Shen Shaoguang said of his vision: "We want to make this a tradition, publish a book every year, and know less in the first one or two years. If we do it for a long time, more people will know it. Knowing taxis The more sub-officials and gentry, the more poetry and prose you will be selected, the better, and you won’t need to give it to the Minister of Rites at that time, but the Minister of Rites will come to find it by himself.”
Lin Yan raised his hand and touched her hair, my ah...
Shen Shaoguang tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.
"Ashe, I didn't tell you, you have the style of an ancient gentleman?' thing.'②"
"It's just that you don't give me this opportunity to 'favourites', it seems that I'm too useless." Lin Yan looked at her and smiled.
Shen Shaoguang smiled and asked rudely: "You can write the preface to this collection, I'm afraid I can't hold back my own writing, but it will make the collection eclipsed. In addition, I really want to ask You help choose one. The first volume, you have to start well."
Lin Yan nodded.
Shen Shaoguang is best at drawing big cakes, and he said to him in a big way: "Write it well, if you can't keep your name for future generations because of this preface? The historian will write you a "Biography of Lin Yan" It still works. After all, everyone is okay to watch famous officials, and there are still many people who like to eat..."
Lin Yan also made a serious gesture and saluted her: "Then thanked Mrs. Shen first."
"Good talk, good talk..."
The two laughed.
Next door, the Lin family maids had tea and snacks with Ah Yuan and Ah Qing.
Hearing the laughter in the main hall, the maid of the Lin family was quite surprised, why did Alang ever laugh like this? A Yuan and A Qing are very indifferent, don't you all laugh like this? Especially when he is with our little lady, Shao Langjun can scare the birds flying in the yard when he laughs.
The author has something to say:①"Historical Records. Yan Zhaogong Family"
②Book of Changes
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Shen Shaoguang: I kissed today! Sprinkle flowers!
Author: How do you feel?
Shen Shaoguang: %￥#@…Do you really want me to say it? I'm afraid you will be locked up.
Author: Hold on! ! Let the little angels imagine for themselves.
