Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

The most magnificent building in the center of Anxiang Academy is a library.

He Yan looked around and looked around, but found nothing.

Only then did Hang Che speak lightly: "The book you are looking for is at the top of the row opposite the door."

He Yan glanced at it. The Hang family library actually placed that kind of book in the most conspicuous place at the entrance. This intention is too insidious—with the tutor of the Hang family, who would have the nerve to climb up to get that kind of book at the gate under the watchful eyes of everyone? !

What's more, there is a thick and tight cloth curtain on the highest row, and it is necessary to lift the curtain to see the bibliography inside or to pick up the book.

Who is the boy of the Hang family who has the guts to do this?It is basically delusional to walk along a book without anyone noticing.

There is no arrangement of 300 taels of silver here and the arrangement of not being allowed to move rashly, and I don't know which Patriarch of the Hang family had the idea, it is too insidious.

After He Yan finished slandering, she sneered back, "What book do you think I'm looking for?"

Hang Che was upright and dignified: "The top row has six columns, from the right: the first three columns, men and women; the fourth column, men and men; the fifth column, women and women."

He Yan: "!"

He Yan looked at Hang Che's unembarrassed expression, and was deeply shocked—is this really Zhuo Yujun, who has been passed down from generation to generation?

He reacted quickly, and realized that Hang Che had deliberately missed something in a single thought, and asked, "You said there are six columns in total, what about the sixth column?"

Hang Che responded with a straight gaze.

He Yan: "!"

The Hang family really collects all kinds of books!No taboo, no shame!

The Anxiang Academy, which is highly praised by the comprehension world, is actually this kind of academy.

Another flash of inspiration, He Yan suddenly realized something, he looked at Hang Che in surprise: "Why do you know so clearly?"

Hang Che turned his face away calmly.

He Yan couldn't believe it: "Aren't you... Where is the shame of a scholar?"

Unexpectedly, Hang Che replied to him indifferently: "The fourth column is enough."

He Yan was stunned for a moment before realizing that what is the fourth column is enough, the world is blinded, Hang Che is such a Zhuo Yujun!

He Yan was still in shock, but she heard Hang Che ask again: "Do you want to take some books away to read?"

He asked unobtrusively, and several Hang family children passing by heard it too. They glanced at the new wife, Xiao Tianjun, and quickly lowered their heads and walked away in embarrassment; His son is passing by here.

He Yan thought vicissitudes of life: "If I take a few copies away in public, tomorrow the whole Hang family will say that the new wife is bold and bold like a wolf like a tiger and passionate like fire, Zhuo Yujun's husband and wife are in love late at night..."

Hang Che tricked me!

A certain kind of book must not be taken, He Yan turned to the poetry group in disappointment, and actually read it with a sinking heart, and even focused on reading the ancient poems.

The cultural achievements of this world are basically equal to the Song Dynasty in his previous life. For example, there is no "Journey to the West" in the Ming Dynasty; but it is not completely consistent with the Song Dynasty, with slight additions and subtractions.

There is no such thing as Li Bai in this world. He Yan had studied it a long time ago. Otherwise, he would not have used the allusion of Li Bai being coaxed to drink at a friend's house to start "Wanjia Restaurant" and "Ten Miles of Peach Blossom Ferry". "The name teases the world.

There is indeed no collection of Li Bai's poems in the Hangjia Academy. As far as the Hangjia Academy's habit of collecting books from all over the world is concerned, if the Hangjia Academy doesn't have one, then it really doesn't.

He Yan's heart suddenly trembled, and she glanced sideways at Hang Che.

He wanted to see Hang Che's study.

Hang Che followed him with his hands behind his back, and when he received He Yan's gaze, he thought of something and lowered his eyelashes slightly.

He Yan originally wanted to shake off Hang Che to check the study room, but after a little thought, she realized that it was impossible. No matter where Hang Che went these days, he would take He Yan with her. No matter where He Yan went, Hang Che made no secret of it The earth follows like a shadow.

He Yan simply said, "Go to your study."

Hang Che believed: "Okay."

At the end of the moon, I looked through the bookshelves in the East Wing, and sure enough there was no Li Bai.

When Hang Che first came to Wuliang Valley to break through, He Yan didn't think about it.

Now that neglected question came up - Hang Che was the first person to visit Wanjia Restaurant after he deliberately released that little poem to tease the world.

Is it possible that Hang Che also knows Li Bai, and not only Li Bai, but also the reason behind that poem?

Li Bai's poem did not directly write about "Wanjia Restaurant" and "Ten Miles of Peach Blossom". These two places are hidden in the background story of the poem. Even in modern times, not many people know the background.

It cannot be ruled out that Hang Che happened to find Wanjia Restaurant.

He Yan immediately denied this possibility. He held the same point of view as the deceived people, and he didn't think that Hang Che would go into the muddy water of "marrying through barriers" without asking why.

There must be a definite reason for Hang Che to break through.

Assuming that reason is really related to Li Bai's poem, then why would Hang Che know a poem that doesn't exist in this world?And, which world did Hang Che come from?Who is Hang Che?

The first name that popped out of He Yan's head was Lin Yun, and he automatically divided people into two categories, the first category was not Lin Yun; the second category was Lin Yun.

Both categories have a fundamental problem that cannot be explained - no matter whether Hang Che is Lin Yun or not, there is no reason to marry him.

If Hang Che is not Lin Yun, there is no friendship to marry him;

If Hang Che was Lin Yun... He Yan smiled wryly, Lin Yun hated me so much, he would probably leave or fight violently the first time he found out that I was Liang Yao.

Things are back to the original point, still not figured out.

He had died in the original world, and death was not a pleasant experience. He prayed to God and Buddha for Lin Yun to live a long life there.I can't even imagine what kind of suffering Lin Yun would have to go through if he died too.

Pulling back his running thoughts, he smiled mediocrely, ran his hand over a row of books, took out a book at random, and was in a daze.

A slender hand stretched out from behind the cool incense of plum ink, and the slender fingers smoothed out the places where he had just drawn out the book, smoothing them one by one.

He Yan: "..."

This is not the first time.

Things have to be put in place, stacked neatly, orderly, and clean; people have to be cruelly beaten by him, and they must not be disheveled, or behave improperly.

Before entering Hang's house, Hang Che's behavior was not particularly obvious, and he could restrain himself from ignoring him. At most, he would clean up the cup he had drunk and put it back in its original place.

He Yan thought of Hang Che's serious and deep eyes on his hairband, skirt and other places several times before, and he must have been struggling to endure the impulse of a Virgo. Thinking of this, He Yan was immediately overjoyed.

Looking at the moment again, Hang Che smoothed the book, his gaze fell on his hair crown solemnly, his fingers curled up slightly, and he raised his hand unbearably, and stretched it out to him.

It seems that since he entered Hang's house, Hang Che's performance in this aspect has suddenly become serious.

It has reached the point where Hang Che will fail if he does not cooperate and accept restraint.

He Yan laughed in her heart: This is a disease!

Zhuo Yujun's thousand-year-old cold face will also break his merits, He Yan felt that he had discovered something very interesting, and wanted to tease him.

He leaned back, Hang Che's shot missed, and his eyes sank slightly.

He Yan thought badly, "It's hard, isn't it? I can't stand it anymore, the third grandpa just wants to show you messy."

He made something that runs along the hair from the forehead to the back, and with a hook of his finger, he deliberately drew out a strand of hair.

Sure enough, Hang Che couldn't move his gaze from that strand of hair.

He Yan almost slapped the table and laughed, can't bear it?What if my hair is disheveled!

He jumped up viciously, seeming to have accidentally scratched his headband, and stood unsteadily in front of the bookshelf.

Pretending to be frivolous and helpless, he said: "What should I do, my hair is even messier."

Hang Che, who was still in restraint, stretched out his figure, but couldn't see how he moved, and he was in front of He Yan in the blink of an eye.

He Yan didn't give in too much, he staggered, leaned back, and bent over where there was no way to avoid it, his eyes and brows were full of presumptuous teasing: "Are you going to fight?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yujun, who was usually able to restrain himself, actually made a move. He stretched his arms back and grabbed He Yan's waist at an incredible speed.

He Yan never expected to end up like this.

Hang Che's face was as serious as ever, but the strength in his hands was astonishing, not allowing He Yan to escape.

He Yan knew that Hang Che was strong, and he would definitely not get any advantage if he confronted Hang Che head-on. In addition, it was difficult to exert force on the side of his waist, so when Hang Che grabbed him, his whole body went numb.

Although he lingered in the flowers in his previous life, he was gentle and gentle, but he was extremely clean and tough in physical contact. There are some places that no one can touch. No one touched it.

The unbearable itching started from the waistline where Hang Che held onto it, and He Yan was out of breath, begging for mercy: "I don't discriminate against you for being sick, I admit defeat, haha, let me go .”

Hang Che didn't let go.

He Yan laughed so hard that she leaned forward and waved her hands vigorously: "OCD is not a disease, hey! Let go! Haha, I'm about to die laughing!"

People who are afraid of ticklish struggle with great strength when the itchy flesh attacks, but no matter how hard He Yan struggles, he can't escape Hang Che's restraint. He laughed so hard that he was about to cry, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and begged for mercy loudly: " Lord Zhuoyu, please let me go."

Hang Che's eyes became darker and darker, and his voice sounded a little dangerous: "Don't run."

He Yan immediately agreed: "Okay, haha, okay! Let go! I promise you everything!"

Seemingly not convinced of He Yan's character in this aspect, Hang Che stepped up a little.

He Yan let out an unbearable long cry: "I promise in the name of Master, absolutely! Yes! No! Yes! Run!"

Only then did Hang Che hold his hands behind his back, his tall body stood tall and elegant, except that his eyes were slightly darker than usual, and he didn't look like he had threatened to bully others just now.

He Yan leaned against the bookshelf and laughed for a while before stopping, panting and pointing at Hang Che, scolding with a smile: "It's an insult to gentleness!"

Hang Che didn't answer his words, and said coldly: "Sit down, don't run."

He Yan: "Huh?"

Hang Che hooked his eyes to his waist.

He Yan immediately understood his threat, waved her hand and said, "I'll sit!"

Sitting on the book chair, the cool fragrance of plum and ink comes from behind.

He Yan couldn't help taking a deep breath, her limbs that were stiff from laughing gradually relaxed.

Feeling that the headband was gently undone, the hair was loosened, and a comb slid by, from the beginning to the end, one by one very meticulously, He Yan half-closed her eyes comfortably.

In fact, people, like pets, enjoy combing their hair very much. In his previous life, He Yan lived in the luxury and lust of wine pools and meat forests. Young Master Liang's aristocratic spirit is very honest in expressing physical comfort. Unfold, let out a long breath.