Master is a white moonlight

At Chen Shi, after breakfast, Shen Han first went back to his own room.After taking a shower and changing clothes, I went to Leng Yizhen's room again.

Standing at the door of the room, Shen Han glanced into the room through the hollow on the wooden door, and found that Leng Yizhen was still sleeping soundly.

Shen Han stood on the spot for a moment, then quietly turned and left, heading towards the Zangshu Pavilion.

Zangshu Pavilion is located on the north side of Yunzhuhai, with a small stream winding in the middle, above the 81 bluestone slab steps to the north, is the Zangshu Pavilion of the Mei clan.

Two rows of peach trees are planted on both sides of the creek, because the variety of peach trees and the climate are different from other places.Although it is late autumn, the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

A gust of autumn wind blows the peach blossom petals flying all over the sky, like a rain of pink flowers in the sky.

The Cangshu Pavilion houses all the ancient medical books of the entire Mei clan, and only Saint Master Mei and the two closed disciples are eligible to enter and leave.

Inside the library, the windows were half-closed, and a dark green jade bottle was placed on the window sill.

A peach blossom branch in full bloom was inserted into the jade vase, and a few drops of clear dew dripped on the petals.

Shen Han sat in front of the desk in a crescent-white robe, his thick black hair tied behind his head with a dark green hairband.

A white silk cloth and an open book of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" were spread on the table.

The morning sun broke through the clouds, and the golden light sprinkled on Shen Han's side face through the window. The tall nose bridge outlined a perfect arc, and the thick and slender eyelashes were coated with a thin layer of gold powder.

Gnarled fingers hold a writing brush, the tip of which is saturated with ink.

With a serious expression on Shen Han's face, he held a pen holder and wrote strokes on the silk.

Although "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" was opened, Shen Han didn't even glance at it, because Shen Han had already memorized the contents of the whole book in his heart.

After silently writing a prescription, check the contents of the book word by word.

I don't know how long I have been writing silently, only to hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door.

Shen Han stopped his pen when he heard the sound, put the brush on the pen table beside him, got up and walked towards the door.

Leng Yijiao carefully memorized the little uncle's guiding words in his heart, walked across the brook, and walked up 81 bluestone slabs and stone steps, and finally arrived at Zangshu Pavilion.

Before the knocking hand touched the door, the door creaked and was pushed open from the inside.

"He's here." Shen Han showed a gentle smile at Leng Yizhen, and when his eyes fell on the hem of the other's robe, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

"Punishment?" Leng Yijiao asked softly, not noticing the slight change in Shen Han's expression.

"En." Shen Han responded, took Leng Yizhen's hand, turned around and walked towards the screen in the house.

"What did you bring me here for?" Leng Yizhen frowned slightly, looking at Shen Han in front of him in confusion.

"Take it off." Shen Han's eyes fell on the hem of Leng Yijiao's robe again, and he persuaded softly, "The clothes are all wet."

"..." Leng Yijiao didn't answer, and followed Shen Han's gaze to look at the hem of his robe.

After Shen Han's reminder, Leng Yizhen noticed that the hem of his robe was wet in several places.I think it was when I crossed the stream just now, I accidentally got wet by the stream.

Leng Yixuan looked around embarrassingly, biting his lower lip lightly.

"It's okay, there are only you and me here." Shen Han said softly, "Others are not allowed to come here without permission."

"Then why... can I come?"

"You are not someone else." Shen Han put his hands on Leng Yijiao's waist, and said solemnly, "You are my wife."

"Slick tongue." Leng Yijiao held back the smile on his lips, and glared at Shen Han.

"Is your husband wrong?" Shen Han smiled slightly and asked back.

"Okay, you go out." Leng Yizhen slapped Shen Han's hand on his waist, and pushed Shen Han out of the screen, "I'll just do it myself."

Leng Yizhen's snow-white slender fingertips landed on the belt, and with a slight hook of the fingertips, the belt loosened.

Because it was late autumn, I had worn several layers of robes, so it didn't matter if I took off a layer of outer shirt.

Leng Yizhen put the outer shirt and robe that he had taken off on the screen, fastened the belt again, and then walked out from behind the screen.

After stepping out of the screen, Leng Yijiao walked straight towards Shen Han who was beside the desk.

"Master, how does it feel to copy books?" Leng Yijiao stood behind Shen Han, put his hands behind his back, and teased deliberately.

"It's okay." Shen Han sat upright in front of the desk, silently writing the contents of "Treatise" stroke by stroke, and uttered two words with a smile.

Leng Yijiao leaned closer to Shen Han's ear, and added in a low voice, "It turns out that you, Mrs. Mei, like to punish others for copying books."

"Master, do you know that back then you punished Jian'er to copy books at every turn." Leng Yijiao complained, deliberately prolonging the sound, "After copying the books all day, Jian'er can't even hold the chopsticks steadily."

Shen Han didn't make a sound, but there was still a gentle smile on the corner of his lips.

"Ah!" Suddenly the world spun, and before Leng Yizhen could react, he fell into a soft embrace.

Leng Yizhen sat down on Shen Han's legs, and his reflexive arms hooked Shen Han's neck.

"Shen Han." Leng Yizhen pursed his lower lip lightly, and raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, "This...this is the Library Pavilion."

"Of course my husband knows that this is the Zangshu Pavilion." Shen Han slightly raised his long and narrow eyes, leaned close to Leng Yijiao's ear, and said with a sigh of relief, "Given by Bailuo'er, my husband's wrist is still the same. sour."

"You... who told you not to control yourself!" Leng Yizhen naturally understood the meaning of Shen Han's words, and argued with shame on his cheeks that almost dripped blood.

"Of course it's you, Jian'er." Shen Han replied softly.

"You let me go!" Leng Yizhen blushed, and pushed hard on Shen Han's arms imprisoned around his waist, but found it was futile.

"You can let it go, but..."

"But what?"

Leng Yijiao twisted his body, but he still couldn't get rid of this person's imprisonment.Don't look at this person's slender figure, but he is very strong.

Shen Han kept silent, slightly raised his long and narrow eyes, looking at Leng Yiluo's eyes filled with tenderness.

Leng Yizhen's heartbeat accelerated in vain, and he hooked Shen Han's neck, making a gesture to kiss Shen Han's soft lips.

Shen Han cooperated with leaning forward to get closer, and his wet and soft lips covered the opponent's lips.

With a light tip of his tongue, he easily pried open the opponent's teeth without any effort.

Leng Yizhen slowly closed a pair of almond eyes, the eyelashes trembled slightly, and the arm hooking the opponent's neck tightened slightly.

The breeze outside the window slowly blows into the house, blowing the silk and silk written on the table to the ground.

After the kiss was over, in the silent Library Pavilion, both could hear each other's slightly heavy breathing.

"Enough." Leng Yizhen let go of Shen Han's arms, panting slightly, with water in his eyes, and uttered two words in a nasal voice.

Shen Han turned his face away, a thin layer of mist appeared in his amber eyes, and he slowly loosened his arms.

Leng Yizhen took the opportunity to quickly get off Shen Han's body, and tidied up the collar and the hem of the robe.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the silk that fell on the ground, so he squatted down and picked up all the silk that fell on the ground.

"Okay, copy the book obediently, and I'll be by your side." Leng Yizhen put the silk back on the desk and said softly.

"Can you sharpen ink for my husband, okay?" Shen Han picked up the brush again, glanced at the inkstone on the desk, then looked up at Leng Yiyao, and asked softly.

"Okay!" Leng Yizhen replied with a smile, rolled up his wide sleeves, revealing a small piece of snow-white arm.

Picking up the ink ingot resting on the inkstone, lowering his head, he began to grind the ink seriously.

"Xian'er." Shen Han dipped the brush in his hand into the ink, allowing the brush to absorb the ink.

"Huh?" Leng Yijiao stopped the movement of studying ink, and turned his head to look at Shen Han who was sitting beside him.

"Are you still used to breakfast?" Shen Han asked with concern as he held a brush full of ink, and the tip of the brush fell on the silk.

"Well, I'm used to it." Leng Yizhen nodded and said with a smile, "Tang bean cakes are delicious."

"Tang bean cake?" Shen Han frowned slightly, and the tip of the pen paused.

"Did you not eat?" Leng Yijiao looked at Shen Han suspiciously and asked back.

"White steamed buns for my husband."

"White buns?!"

"I think the sugar bean cake must be delicious." Shen Han picked up his pen to write again, and said softly, "I'll be free, and I'll ask Sixth Junior Brother for some sugar bean cake."

"If I knew you didn't eat it, I would have left some for you."

"It's okay." After Shen Hanmo finished writing the last line, she tilted her head to look at Leng Yijiao, and asked gently, "Xian'er, can I do my husband a favor?"

"Well, good. What's the matter?" Leng Yizhen happily responded, with a smile on his lips, and put the ink ingot in his hand on the inkstone.

"Help me check these few prescriptions for my husband, if there is something wrong." Shen Han said, moving away the piece of silk full of words in front of him, putting it aside, and taking out a clean one again. The silk is laid flat on the desk.

"Okay, let me check it carefully." Leng Yizhen nodded her chin, took the silk with words on one side, and then took the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" on the other side and opened it.

Put the two together side by side, and start to check each word carefully.

"If there is a typo, I will hit your palm." Leng Yijiao pretended to be stern, "Just like you hit my palm back then."

"If there is a typo, I will punish you for my husband." Shen Han smiled, and his voice was as gentle as a bright moon.

From time to time, a gust of breeze blows outside the window, blowing the peach blossoms in the jade vase to overflow with the fragrance of flowers.

Leng Yizhen rested her chin on both hands, and lay half of her body on the desk, carefully checking the contents on the silk every word.

Shen Han sat in front of the desk, lowered his eyebrows, and continued to silently write the content of "Treatise", turning his head to glance at Leng Yijiao beside him from time to time, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Naturally, Leng Yijiao also noticed the way Shen Han looked at him, and returned a playful smile to Shen Han, taking the opportunity to flirt with each other.