Salted fish is pregnant with the emperor's cub after wearing a book

How old is Mr. Xu Xiaolang this year?

"What?" Marquis Wu An stared at the eldest son and snorted displeasedly: "The father can't come to the son's yard anymore!"

"If you don't stretch your head to look outside, your son will be more convinced." Xu Xianzhi scratched his head in pain: "Yanqing said he hasn't played enough, and he will return home after a while."

"Hmph!" Marquis Wu An pretended not to care and turned his head: "I didn't ask you so much nonsense, that brat won't come back!"

Xu Xianzhi couldn't help slandering silently in his heart, seeing his father staring at him, so he continued with a smile on his face: "Yes, yes, that brat Xu Yanqing was disobedient, so he made him go crazy outside. When the nails hurt, you know how warm the home is."

"Listen, listen, is this what you, a brother, should say?" Marquis Wu An, who was still filled with righteous indignation and planned to throw his son away, was not happy now, and almost pointed at Xu Xianzhi and scolded Xu Xianzhi for not knowing what it was. Brother and friend: "Hurry up and let that brat come back, or I will have to loosen your muscles and bones for you." After saying that, he left angrily.

Xu Xianzhi shrugged, as expected he was the one with the lowest status in the family.

Thinking like this, a maid slowly walked into the courtyard and bowed to Xu Xianzhi: "My lord, madam, please come over."

Xu Xianzhi grimaced, grinning, he was just interrogated by his father, and he was going to accept the "love" from his mother in a hurry, that brat Xu Yanqing really did a lot of harm!

Mrs. Wu Anhou was born in a famous family, and she was also a well-known noble daughter in Beijing when she was young. To be able to fall in love with Wu Anhou, a big bastard who can't read a few characters and only knows how to dance with a spear, is definitely "blind" in the eyes of those ladies in the capital. eye", "a flower stuck in cow dung".

But so many years have passed, those ladies have already married and had children, and now we go to see which husbands do not have so many concubines, only Marquis Wu An has only Su Shi for so many years.

So Mrs. Wu'an Hou once again became the object of envy and jealousy in the eyes of those noble ladies, but the only person in Wu'an Hou's mansion who can be criticized by those noble ladies is Xu Yanqing, a playboy.

That being said, the dandies in the capital can easily get a few of them on the street, and Xu Yanqing is not the most deviant and shocking one, even if the group of ladies want to criticize, there is no reason for them.

At the beginning of Sishi, Mrs. Marquis Wu'an was kneeling and sitting in front of the book case reading. She was luxurious with red hairpins, her skirt was gorgeous, and her appearance was exquisite and beautiful.

Even now that the two sons have reached the age where they can get married, there are no wrinkles at all, but they add a bit of fragrance and mature beauty.

Seeing the eldest son coming in, she raised her head and smiled gently: "Xianzhi is here."

Xu Xianzhi walked over and knelt down opposite his mother: "Son, please greet Aunt."

"Okay, our family doesn't pay attention to these formalities." Su smiled lightly: "Today the shopkeeper of Jinxiufang sent some fabrics to make spring shirts. See if there are any patterns you like."

Xu Xianzhi doesn't care at all about making spring shirts, big men who are five big and three thick, maybe his mother is also a drunkard.

Sure enough, seeing Xu Xian's expressionless face, Su couldn't help poking him on the head with his hand: "If you're really so impatient, quickly find a wife and come back. Naturally, your daughter-in-law is responsible for these complicated matters." I'll take care of it for you, and Ah Qing is outside, is it alright?"

Seeing that the topic finally got to the right place, Xu Xianzhi grinned and said nothing about marrying a wife: "Ah Qing is doing well outside, he has been very honest recently, this spring shirt can be made a few days later, maybe He'll be back then."

Without saying a few words, Xu Xianzhi hurriedly found an excuse and ran away, making Su's expression dumbfounded. Her two sons each had their own headaches, and it turned out that the children were debts owed in the previous life.

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Xu Yanqing naturally couldn't feel the pain of his elder brother at this moment, the face of the delicate young gentleman was flushed, he woke up from the burning dream again, slumped limply in the reclining chair and doubted his life.

As an obedient and sensible provincial number one scholar since childhood, Xu Yanqing neither smokes nor drinks alcohol, let alone read pornography, and even dismisses the pornography sent by his roommate.

As a result, once he traveled through time, not only did he lose his body, but he also kept having sexual dreams every night, what was going on.Especially the dignified and self-sufficient face of the Taoist priest is now becoming more and more clear in his dreams.

Xu Yanqing couldn't help but suspect that he might have fallen in love with him at first sight!

Thinking of this possibility, Xu Yanqing couldn't help shivering, he really had no lower limit for having such evil thoughts about a stranger.

At this time, Mu Yu came over: "Mr. Lang, the servants from Yunshuiyuan have already blocked the door. When are we going to move there?"

Alas, Xu Yanqing sighed, staring blankly at the cloudless sky, just now he was doing this and that to the owner of the next door yard in his dream, now he wants to move to the next door for a sip of drink, Xu Yanqing is a little hesitant Indecision.

The most important thing is that Xu Yanqing was worried that his ambition would be eaten by a leopard, and he would try to force his bow against the Taoist leader and overlord.

"Lang Jun, I heard that the cooks of Yunshui Academy are currently researching peach blossom cakes..." Seeing his own Lang Jun's appearance, Mu Yu was originally excited, but now he lowered his voice as he spoke, Lang Jun Are you planning to move?

"Move, I'll move today!" Xu Yanqing couldn't help but salivate when he heard the peach blossom cake. For some reason, he really had a bit of a craving recently.

But foodies never admit defeat, anyway, the door is blocked now, Mr. Xiao Lang is not afraid.

That door was indeed blocked firmly, and it was blocked under the nose of the owner's house next door.

Yin Yanjun lived in this small courtyard after being assassinated by an assassin in the Taoist temple. The poison in his body was committed within two days.

He didn't remember the specifics of that night very well. He planned to ask Wen Jing to check the identity of the other party, but he heard the sound of the next door smashing the door and blocking the wall.

Yin Yanjun was used to doing evening classes in the Taoist temple. When he passed by the small courtyard and caught a glimpse of the movement there, he naturally dispelled that little thought in his mind. Perhaps the other party had no intention of getting involved with him.

The spring breeze passed through the courtyard, and a tree of peach blossoms fell one after another. Yin Yanjun sat cross-legged beside the tea table, with a straight back and an elegant posture, like a cool and elegant green bamboo.

Those eyes as clear as glazed glass looked at the wall, the voices of people next door were chaotic, and the sound of footsteps coming and going.

"Lang Jun is moving here today, pack up everything quickly."

"There is also peach blossom wine, Mr. Lang has been reading it for a long time, and everything is ready."

Yin Yuancheng walked into the small courtyard from the outside, and heard the voice from next door, he couldn't help frowning slightly: "Xu Yanqing is getting more and more hypocritical, a man is raised like a boudoir girl."

He knelt down by the tea table and raised his hand to pour tea for Yin Yanjun.

Yin Yanjun glanced at the peach tree in the courtyard, his cold brows and eyes were calm, but the usual indifference in his expression became a little heavier.

Yin Yuancheng didn't dare to speak any more, he just sat quietly with Yin Yanjun, listening to the bustling sounds in the courtyard next door.

Xu Yanqing just moved into Yunshui Courtyard after dinner, it was still cold after sunset in spring, Xu Yanqing got out of the carriage wearing a cloak, there was a trace of water in the beautiful grape eyes.

Mu Yu stood aside and supported him, his face full of worry: "How is Mr. Lang?"

Xu Yanqing, who was sick in the carriage, leaned on Mu Yu's shoulder and waved his hands helplessly. At this moment, his stomach was overwhelmed, so that he just wanted to lie down on the bed and fall asleep.

Mu Yu was so distressed that she quickly helped her all the way to the room, brought hot water to soak Xu Yanqing's feet, and finally stuffed the drowsy Xiao Lang into the bed.

Xu Yanqing's hair was a little disheveled under the quilt, and even in his sleep, there was a pitiful grievance on his small face.

The skin on the back of his neck started to feel hot again, as if he felt some breath, the heat was a little heavier than before, and it was still exuding the sweet smell of ripe peaches.

Xu Yanqing couldn't help but slapped his mouth in his sleep, wanting to eat peaches, but unfortunately there are no peaches at the moment, I hope he can eat fragrant and soft peach blossom cakes when he wakes up tomorrow.

It was already late at night, and Wen Jing cut the candlelight in the room to make the candlelight brighter.

The desk was the memorial that had just been delivered from the palace. Yin Yanjun leaned over the desk to review it. Yin Yuancheng didn't dare to disturb him, so he quietly knelt on one side to grind it for him.

After reviewing more and more memorials, Wen Jing brought in two cups of hot tea, and Yin Yanjun put down the ink brush in his hand, and took a sip from the tea cup.

The window sills revealed the whirling branches and leaves outside, Yin Yanjun paused while drinking tea, and said a little abruptly: "Yuancheng knows the owner of the next yard?"

The somewhat sleepy Yin Yuancheng immediately regained his energy when he heard the words. Although he was a little surprised why the officials asked Xu Yanqing, he still answered honestly: "The owner of the Yunshui Court next door is the second son of the Marquis of Wu'an named Xu Yanqing. He is a well-known playboy in the capital."

Rich playboy?Yin Yanjun only remembered the young man crying coquettishly in his ear. He stood up and walked to the window, looking up at the dark night outside: "How old is Mr. Xu?"

"Just turned the year of the dancing elephant." Yin Yuancheng still remembers the bustling banquet some time ago. That guy Xu Yanqing can be regarded as a veritable dude, but it was the birthday party of the year of the dancing elephant. like.

In the year of Dancing Elephant, that young man was talented, but now he is nearly [-] years old, and Yin Yanjun was silent for a while.

Looking at the official's figure standing in front of the window, Yin Yuancheng inexplicably felt that the official's body had a sense of loneliness, as if he was in a bustling market, surrounded by noise and the official was alone.