Chapter 95 Things in the Bedroom

Shen Shaoguang immediately thought crooked, narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox.

Lin Yan turned his head slightly and looked at her with a smile.

Go, go, who's afraid of who? Shen Shaoguang said with a smile: "So, 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 corridor 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 bright red; 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...

"Ali—" Lin Yan looked at her with concern.

Shen Shaoguang turned his head and smiled at him, "Is Lang Jun practicing swordsmanship in this yard in the morning?"

Lin Yan nodded.

Now there is no big flowerbed in the yard, only a long strip is made at the side of the porch, and the edge of the teeth is built with bricks, and a few flowers are planted. 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 is planted in this column?"

"I planted a few bushes of peonies."

"What color?"

"The flower seller said it was a drunken makeup fairy, but the color is more intense, like Huoyunxia. I don't know much about it. When it blooms," Lin Yan smiled softly, "you can see for yourself."

Shen Shaoguang squinted and smiled, neither saying good nor bad, and stepped up the steps.

Just now, her brows were a little gloomy, and in a blink of an eye, she put on such a lively look again. Lin Yan felt a little distressed.

The maid of the Lin family raised the curtain and everyone entered the house.

There are several kinds of sandalwood furniture in the room, the large sofa, the long table, and the half-walled bookshelf, all of dark colors, and there are books everywhere, piled on the table, stacked on the shelves, even on the sofa. There is a roll on the small table. 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. 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 painter is probably a friend of Lin Shaoyin.

On the six sandalwood screen, "Gan Tang" was written, and it was Lin Shaoyin's handwriting.

"Book of Songs Gantang" is a work in memory of the Duke Zhao, who worked diligently in government and loved the people. He once "decided the political affairs of prison" under the Gantang tree. "①——There is a bit of the meaning of later generations of fans because of people and things, and this poem is about this matter.

It is quite a Confucian ideal of life to do my best to shine when I am alive, and to be admired and remembered when I am dead, but coupled with the "Xuelu Game Map" that was born out there... We Lin Shaoyin have a little tradition of scholars. Sick.

If you live high in the temple, you will recite the joy of living in seclusion in the mountains and forests. If you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will ponder the purple robe and jade belt to guide the country, a scholar...

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, "Lang Jun's handwriting is so good, you must send me a picture another day."

Because of her youthful gloom, Lin Yan just wanted to coax her at the moment, and said warmly, "I'll write a screen for you, too, and surround it by the couch in your main room to keep out the wind."

Shen Shaoguang remembered the pillow screen he gave. If he guessed correctly, behind this Gantang screen is the bedroom. wonder if Lin Shaoyin's pillow screen is as solemn and serious as this Gantang screen?

Shen Shaoguang wanted to tease him if he had nothing to do, "I don't want this "Gan Tang"..."

Lin Yan asked with a smile, "What do you want?"

"Now that I have lotus ponds in summer and autumn, Langjun will send me another one for winter."

The maids were not there, 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 on the bed, and took her hand, "You will find out when you go and have a look."

Shen Shaoguang just smiled and let him lead.

Lin Yan's bedroom was quite large, and it had a similar style to the outside - spacious, heavy, and quiet. A simple big bed with no shelf curtains, only a small screen in front.

Because this screen is a single fan, there is no cover or block. Shen Shaoguang can see at a glance that it is exactly the same as the scene on his screen.

Shen Shaoguang originally only guessed that the same lotus pond water color series, who would have thought that it was the same...

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's obvious."

Lin Yan grabbed her hand, but let go of the other hand, and turned to hug her.

"Ali—" Lin Yan called her softly.

Being held so tightly 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—"

"Um"

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 that he would admit it, our Lin Shaoyin is so shameless...

"What do you think?"

"I'm thinking about Mingnu, what a solemn cat in the past, and then Sahuan rolled around, and he couldn't get up without scratching his neck or rubbing his 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 would come to an end, Lin Yan took her hand and walked around the bedroom. Shen Shaoguang looked at the bed and didn't dare to do anything irregular. It's someone else's house, and have to go to Mrs. Tai's for dinner in a while.

Shen Shaoguang just picked up the cup, whether it was from Ding kiln or Xing kiln, and what kind of stone this Zhangzi was. Seeing her a little shy and unnatural, Lin Yan laughed.

Shen Shaoguang felt that his shamelessness belonged to home field advantage, and in his own home, the shameless person was himself.

"I really want to get married with you quickly." Lin Yan hugged her again, kissed the hair on her temples, and then came out of the bedroom with her hand, and then sat across from the hall.

The two drank tea that was no longer hot, and then chatted.

There was nothing serious, Shen Shaoguang told him about the jokes he had collected. He didn't dare to dump the yellow waste at will, so he only talked about the scholar's elegant jokes, and then went on to talk about the scholars who ate wine in the liquor store, and talked about the upcoming Examination of the Ministry of Rites and Selection of the Ministry of Personnel.

Shen Shaoguang said with a smile, "Yang Langjun wrote a poem outside our restaurant and was seen by Li Xianggong as his staff. Inspired by this, I think I should give something back to the scholars who ate at this restaurant, such as giving them to him. The poems written in this shop are collected into volumes, engraved and printed, and placed in the liquor store, people will distribute them on the street, and bookstores in the East and West markets will also sell them..."

Lin Yan laughed, A 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, when the sage will hold a feast again, the poetry will be rich and beautiful."

Shen Shaoguang knocked on the table to warn him.

Lin Yan laughed, but said sternly: "When you come back, you can send these poems and I'll help you choose them. When it is printed, you can give it to the Minister of Rites in a volume."

In this era, there was a tradition of giving poems, songs and articles to dignitaries and asking people to make their 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.

However, Shen Shaoguang shook his head and smiled: "Let people say that you are helping your wife to send small advertisements ... forget it."

Although she didn't know what a "small advertisement" was, Lin Yan understood what she meant, and felt that the phrase "my lady" was ironing the post, so she smiled and said, "If you don't help your lady, who else will you help?"

Shen Shaoguang still shook her head. Although she was afraid of affecting Lin Yan, it was also because she had traveled too many long distances in these years, and she was already satisfied to be able to walk the straight road. Suddenly there was a shortcut in front of her, and she didn't know how to move her legs. Besides, Shen Shaoguang felt that The ability to walk the straight road by yourself is not bad, step by step, you can step out of the pit!

Shen Shaoguang said of his vision: "We want to make this a tradition, publish a book every year, and know less in the first year or two. If we do it for a long time, more people will know it. The more scholars, officials and gentry who know it, the more selected The more poetry and prose, the better, you don't need to help me to give it to the Minister of Rites, 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.

"Ali, I didn't tell you, you have the style of a gentleman in ancient times? 'Go straight, don't move for things, don't be restrained by feelings, but do what you should do and do what you should.'②"

He has been praised for his delicious cooking, beautiful and smart, and even high-spirited, but "gentleman"... Shen Shaoguang thinks, this is probably a filter between lovers, right?

"It's just that you don't give me this opportunity to 'benefit', it seems that I'm too useless." Lin Yan looked at her and smiled.

Shen Shaoguang laughed and asked rudely: "You can write the preface to this collection, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold myself back, but it will make the collection eclipsed. In addition, I really want to ask you to help choose one. One volume, to start off well."

Lin Yan nodded.

Shen Shaoguang is best at drawing big cakes, and he told him in a big way: "Write it well, if you can't keep your name for future generations because of this preface? It's more useful than the historian writing "The Biography of Lin Yan" for you. After all, everyone is fine. Look at the famous ministers, there are still many people who like to eat..."

Lin Yan also made a serious gesture and saluted her: "That certain thanked Mrs. Shen in advance."

"Good to say, good to say..."

The two laughed.

Next door, the servants of the Lin family had tea and snacks with A Yuan and A Qing.

Hearing the laughter in the main hall, the maid of the Lin family was quite surprised. Has Alang ever laughed 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"

② "Book of Changes"

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Shen Shaoguang: We 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 back! ! ! Let the little angels imagine for themselves.