Bright Spring

Baoyan should have heard the rumors, but as long as Shen Xu denies it and will not have too many entanglements with Hanwang in the future, then the relationship can still be maintained.

Shen Xu could clearly see all the pros and cons.He also believes that, for so many benefits and to escape the burden of the three obediences and four virtues, it would not be a pity to give up such a little thing between men and women.After a long time, she can even quietly get comfort by herself.

But for some reason, when she met the King of Han today, facing his ambiguous hints, Shen Xu couldn't refuse.

Perhaps the king of Han said that he would leave Yunnan soon, and it was rare to see him, which made Shen Xu somewhat reluctant.Or maybe, because I really appreciate the King of Han recently, I can't help but want to cater to him and make him happy and satisfied.

After facing death for real, Mrs. Shen Xu slightly underestimated those various benefits.

One last time.Shen Xu lay on the wooden floor, secretly making up his mind.Once Baoyan came to Hanwang's mansion in a legitimate way, Shen Xu decided to completely sever the relationship with Hanwang and deny what happened before...

During the waiting time, countless trivial fragments gradually emerged in Shen Xushi's mind, including the pictures he had seen, the sounds he heard, and the tactile sensations left on his fingertips and everywhere.While thinking wildly, she suddenly saw a frog, which was screaming on the wet|damp mud, and the frog's air sac was expanded when it called, and the imagery made people feel that something was tense.

Shen Xu sighed, turned over lightly, and lay there sideways.Immediately, she smelled a faint smell in her nose, emanating from the straw mat and pillow, the breath was very light, as if mixed with the smell of sweat.The smell is not sweet at all, but it doesn't seem to be unpleasant either.

Only then did she remember what the eunuch Wang Gui said: there is no decent bedroom here, so I have neglected Mrs. Shen.But our prince also often takes a nap here.Now, there's a sheet in there.

This kind of rush mat absorbs water and sweat, maybe it is the smell left by Zhu Gaoxu.Shen Xu took a deep breath from her nose, and inadvertently made a sound. She heard her greedy inhalation, and her cheeks became slightly hot.She stretched her fingers to the mat again, her palms pressed against the straw mat, her toes in the white socks slowly and vigorously pushed under the mat, and her body lay there slowly moving as if stretching.

After a long time, this place is still strangely quiet.This kind of silence makes people faintly believe that no one will disturb them again.

Shen Xu gradually tasted the taste of loss, but she did not give up hope completely.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, she thought of the possibility that Zhu Gaoxu would not come.Maybe he really let them take a nap out of consideration; Shen Xu's previous imagination was just a misunderstanding.

Because when they first arrived at the entrance of the study room in the front hall in the morning, Zhu Gaoxu did not forget to tell Wang Gui to get the parasol.Then it is reasonable for Zhu Gaoxu to do one more thing and keep them until the afternoon sun is weaker.

"Creak..." There was a slight rubbing sound suddenly from the wooden door.

Shen Xu's heart tightened suddenly, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.The pillow under her head was firmly held by her hands.Then there was the sound of small, steady footsteps in the room, and she hurriedly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

After a while, when Shen Xu heard that all the voices had disappeared, she couldn't help squinting her eyes, and suddenly found Zhu Gaoxu's eyes on her.She froze for a moment, then finally opened her eyes, and looked at Zhu Gaoxu's face as if not admitting defeat.

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes are very meticulous, as if he can see the light sweat on her skin clearly.It has been a long time since anyone who looked at Shen Xushi this way has appeared, and her face is getting redder and redder.

Zhu Gaoxu stretched out his rough hand silently, but that hand was very light and gentle, and gently stroked Shen Xushi's chin with the back of his hand.

He stood up all of a sudden and took off his tuanlong robe and hat with a few bangs.He was breathing heavily, and when he sat on the bed, he stretched out his hand towards Shen Xu's long skirt.

Shen Xu hurriedly said: "This courtyard is too quiet, and Baoyan is also here, so don't be too hasty and take it easy, King Han."

After hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu's movements slowed down, just like the rhythm of the pipa song "House of Flying Daggers", which is like a slow rhythm between the storm and the rain.He didn't respond to Shen Xu's topic, but thoughtfully said: "It is inevitable that people have needs, but as long as there is no conflict, there is no need to force it too much."

When Shen Xu heard these inexplicable words, she had a faint feeling: Zhu Gaoxu had already guessed her trade-offs.After all, he is very experienced, and the game between his brothers and various relatives in the court is probably the same.

Shen Xu said softly: "I am grateful to the King of Han and never have any malicious intentions."

"That's enough." Zhu Gaoxu said gently.

He paused and then sighed: "People in the world always feel that they are the masters, but in fact, there seem to be many wonderful things controlling us. For example, the hormones in the bodies of men and women control our likes and dislikes, and even the deepest kindness and malice in our hearts. "

Sometimes he speaks strangely, because it happened more than once, Shen Xu got used to it.

Shen Xu said: "I just want to serve the King of Han for the last time, is that okay?"

Zhu Gaoxu thought for a while, nodded and smiled and said, "I don't usually force women, so there's no need to do that."

Then why is he laughing?Shen Xu felt that he didn't seem to believe her, even with a hint of sarcasm; or did he not care if he could get close to her again?After all, the King of Han does not lack a woman for her.

Shen Xu's mood was complicated, and she said with a heavy tone: "It's really the last time."

Zhu Gaoxu didn't say a word, he bent down and hugged her.Shen Xushi felt his strength, her body was as light and fluffy as made of feathers, she was so soft that she couldn't exert any strength.She slowly smelled the smell of Zhu Gaoxu's body, and soon couldn't bear the suffocation, and exhaled forcefully, but in between exhaling like blue, she made a female voice.Shen Xu hurriedly hid her face in the socket of his shoulder.

Zhu Gaoxu's voice whispered in her ear: "You know what you want, and I happen to be able to satisfy you. This is the most wonderful thing, don't hide it. I always want to be valuable to others. Your demeanor and color The sound makes me happy."

She opened her eyes and saw that the hallway in the afternoon was very bright.She felt very embarrassed at this time, so she didn't want to see the scene around her at all.

But the sunshine outside is bright, even through the doors and windows, it illuminates all the scenery in this quaint house.Even the smallest details can be seen.Many things in the room are so clear, a wrinkle on the silk of the bright red clothes, black ink stains on the white rice paper, and small uneven protrusions on the rice paper, there is nowhere to cover up under the bright light.

Chapter 439 Mencius said

The capital is still prosperous, and the spring flowers and trees are revived, adding color to the scenery.All the wealth in the world gathers in the capital, and people from various religions and streams from all over the world try their best to make a living in the capital.

Last year, a scholar surnamed Wang came to the capital. In order to make a living, he asked his fellow countrymen to find him a livelihood, which was to teach elementary school in Yangwuhou's mansion.

There is only one student, Xue Lu's young grandson Xue Shen.Marquis Yang Wu was an honorable military general, and he only asked his grandson for his literary talents to be able to read and write in the future; so he randomly found a gentleman with a reputation to teach his grandson.The gentleman is Wang Xiucai.

Wang Xiucai's home is not in Zhili.His family has fields and houses, and fame, so he didn't need to do such a thing; but in the end he chose to leave his hometown and come to the capital to live a meager life.Not for anything else, just for an opportunity.People say that throwing a stone in the capital can hit an official, it's that simple.

His role model is Yang Shiqi, Minister of the Ministry of Rites and a scholar of Huagaidian University!

Yang Shiqi's background is not as good as Wang Xiucai's. He is basically white and used to teach; but now Yang Shilang is a celebrity in the imperial court and is very good at being a man, so everyone should give him some face, and those who want to curry favor will also queue up. not on.

But Wang Xiucai has been in the capital for almost a year, and he still has nothing to do except teach children how to read.The other party understands a truth: the times make heroes.

Yang Shiqi became an official during the Hongwu period. At that time, the talents selected by the court Enke were not enough to satisfy the number of officials, so Yang Shiqi had the opportunity to enter the officialdom for nothing.But now it is different, there are more and more famous people.

Wang Xiucai sat on the stool boredly, watching the children who couldn't even hold the pen steady write scribbles on the paper.

At this moment, the housekeeper from Xue's residence came to the wing.The butler said directly: "Mr. Wang, go to the room quickly, Lord Hou is here to invite you!"

Wang Xiucai froze there, suddenly a little surprised.Because he has been in the Xue Mansion for almost a year, and when he came, Xue Lu hadn't been made a marquis, but he only saw Xue Lu once; that was the day he first entered the Xue Mansion, Xue Lu had a look at Wang Xiucai in person, and he was on the spot. It was arbitrarily decided to leave Wang Xiucai to teach his grandson.

Later, Xue Lu went to Sichuan to become an official. He left Beijing for a few months and just returned to the capital recently.Mr. Wang never saw him again.

"Mr. Wang, come! I'll take you there." The butler urged.

Wang Xiucai followed the butler into a gatehouse, and after walking for a while, they arrived in front of a big house.The butler stood at the door and bowed, "Master Wang, Mr. Wang is here."

There was a "hmm" sound from inside.The butler beckoned and told Wang Xiucai to go in.

"I pay my respects to Marquis Yangwu." Mr. Wang entered the door and bowed.

"Sit." Xue Lu, who is nearly fifty years old, still looks strong.He was engrossed in writing something, and he didn't even look at Wang Xiucai.

Wang Xiucai saw an empty stool and walked over.He watched the scene in the house, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the sparse beard on his chin, and his eyes narrowed slightly, and became brighter.

In addition to Wang Xiucai, there were several people in robes in the room; two of them were familiar, but the other two were not.Some crumpled balls of paper were thrown on the ground, probably all thrown by Xue Lu, but not all of them were written by him.

"Will the memorial be written?" Xue Lu finally raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

Wang Xiucai wrote everything, but he didn't write a memorial, so he was stunned.After a while, he finally calmed down and found that Xue Lu's face was black and gloomy, and he quickly guessed what Xue Lu was worried about!

Not long ago, Xue Lu was an official in the capital of Sichuan. He led his troops to defeat the rebellion of the King of Han and was defeated. More than [-] troops were killed!

Wang Xiucai has been a student for many years, and he also has classmates in the capital; most of the money he spent in the capital was spent on walking with those people, of course he has heard of such a big event!

Xue Lu definitely wants to write a letter to explain the defeat, but Xue Lu is not satisfied with the memorial written by himself or the one written by the staff around him... You can understand it by looking at so many balls of paper on the ground.