Wishing You Eternal Happiness

"Big cousin—"

After Jiafu finished calling her husband, when he saw him standing under the stairs, he was a little uneasy and called his cousin softly.

The wind of midsummer night blew across the barrier and swept her skirt. She raised her wrist and gently stroked the lock of hair that was blown off by the wind on her face. There was a silver bracelet on her wrist. The light floated and jumped into his eyes.

Pei Youan nodded, stepped up the threshold and entered.

Gaffer hurried to follow up.

This day seems to have been very long. At this moment, I finally saw him come back. In addition to joy, Jiafu was also a little shy when he remembered what he did to him in the darkness of the night. He stood by, listening to him silently and secretly. I glanced at him, saw him take off his hat and undress, his expression was serious, his eyes were never looking at himself, he bit his lip, walked over and took his clothes.

It's summer, although the official uniform has been changed to poplin material, it has three layers inside and outside, and the cover is tight. After taking off the meticulous coat, you can see that the inner layer is slightly sweaty and sticks to his back. The room was quiet, both of them were silent, waiting for the servant wife to bring water in, Pei Youan seemed a little uncomfortable, turned his face slightly, and saw the book that she had just dropped, and finally broke the silence: "You are still watching this?"

Jia Fu nodded and said softly: "I just waited for you, so I took it to pass the time. It's just a bit difficult, I don't know if I can understand it."

Pei Youan said: "If you don't understand, come and ask me."

Jia Fu said: "Okay."

After speaking, the two fell silent again.

The women brought water in, and Pei Youan seemed to be relieved, his gaze flicked over the icy muscles of her neck exposed outside of her collar, and a light cough: "It's a bit hot, I'm going to take a bath first."

Jiafu said: "Clean clothes have been put in it for you. If anything happens, just call me."

He nodded and turned to enter the bath room. Naturally, he hadn't called her before. After he came out, he put on a light white shirt. He put on a homely gauze gown. While putting it on, he said: "I'm going to the study first, you If you are sleepy, go to bed first."

Jiafu gave a cry, watched him walk out, and saw that he reached the side of the landing cloud screen that partitioned the inside and outside. He hesitated, stopped again, and turned around and said: "If you are not sleepy yet, you can follow I can go to the study to read together."

With a joyful expression on her face, she nodded hurriedly, and immediately took the balance sheet, jogged quickly to his side, and said, "I'll read the book quietly, and promise not to disturb your big cousin."

Pei Youan smiled slightly.

The two went to the study. As soon as he sat down, he opened the official document of the copy book brought back by the ministry, and immersed himself in work, turning pages and pens from time to time.

The case was very big, and Jiafu moved a commode by herself, sat down at the corner of the table diagonally across from him, spread the book, and accompany him to do things.

The silver lamp was shining, and the study was quiet, only the slight rhythmic ticking sound from the dripping of the copper pot.

At first, Gaffer read her book carefully, then turned a page, and gradually walked away, unable to help her eyes, always drifting to the man sitting diagonally across.

He is really a good-looking man.

In Jiafu's mind, the water **** Baishilang described in the Yuefu Poems that he had read before suddenly appeared. He lives by the river. When he travels, Uncle Jiang leads the way for him, followed by rivers and fishes. He is very handsome and graceful. "The stones are like jade, and the rows of pine are like green. Lang Yan is unique. There is no other in the world".

Every time I read this in hours, after covering up, I can't help but imagine the grace of the water **** Lingbo facing the wind with fluttering clothes. What kind of a young man can deserve such a description. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the quiet-faced man in front of him was the unparalleled Jiangshen Shiraishi Langjun.

Pei Youan's reading of official documents was difficult or cumbersome. He used to read ten lines at a glance, decide the sentence and break the pen, but at this moment, he was gradually distracted. I sat down to this moment on weekdays, what should have been done long ago, but not halfway through the moment, I was careless and wrote a word incorrectly.

He finally stopped writing, raised his eyes, and looked in the direction that distracted him.

She has a jade wrist resting her cheek, and her eyes are looking at herself, as if she is slightly lost. She doesn't know what she is looking at or thinking. The sleeves slipped from the wrist and stacked near the elbow, the one carved with fine grapes. The silver bracelet with grasshopper pattern was so smooth that the jade skin was so smooth that she fell stuck in the middle of the jade lotus root forearm. She did not prevent her from hitting her eyes. She seemed to be taken aback. She immediately put down her arms, sat upright, and lowered her eyes. Turned a page of the book.

Pei You calmed down, and drove the lotus arm that was stuck with the silver bracelet out of his mind, and continued to bow his head, doing his own thing.

After a while, he felt that she was looking at him again, he couldn't help stopping the pen again, raised his head, and tapped the table with his fingers as a reminder.

Jiafu blushed and whispered: "I don't understand..."

Pei Youan felt a little regretful and shouldn't have brought her to the study. He sighed secretly, simply put down the pen, smiled and said: "If you don't understand, I will tell you."

Gaffer nodded immediately, holding the book and approached him, moved the chair, sat shoulder to shoulder with him, opened the book, poke the page with a tender white finger, and said, "I don't understand it here."

When she sat down next to her, Pei Youan smelled the fragrance of her hair and skin, faintly refreshing her spleen, and suddenly remembered the scene of embracing her madly in the brocade tent last night.

The first time last night, his original intention was the same as that in the night of the bridal chamber. It was all to make her happy, but he couldn't hold it. She was not happy, but she was defeated and defeated again, which made her softly charming. When he was comforting, Pei Youan was devastated, and his inner mourning was beyond description. After the lights were turned off, she clung to him and fell asleep. In the darkness, he held the soft fragrant in his arms, and gradually realized that there would be another battle, but finally was unwilling, and couldn't help but put the evil thoughts that had appeared in the night of the bridal chamber. Acting, regardless of her appearance, she finally struck her and completely surrendered her to her body. At the last moment, her heartiness and pleasure, even the siege of the city, might not be able to make him so enthusiastic, a few bursts of skin. , Although it has been a day and night, thinking of it at this moment, my hair is still standing...

Pei Youan felt feverish under her abdomen, and suddenly heard her voice ringing in her ears. After looking at her fingertips, she saw the thirteenth chapter of the nature of Lunheng, and she immediately dazzled and said: "Rite is for defense, happiness is for the festival, This argument can be seen for the first time in the "White Tiger and Morality Theory of Ritual and Music", which states that sentimentality is the root of governing people, and the system of ritual and music was formulated from this. ."

Jia Fu gave a cry, looked up at him: "Then what is this whole story talking about?"

Pei Youan said: "The whole article is about the nature of human beings that are evil and good, so the title of the article is "Nature", regardless of Mencius's theory of goodness of nature, Xunzi's theory of evil of nature, Gaozi's theory of human nature without good and evil, or Yang Xiong's theory of human nature. The theory of both evil and evil is only one-sided. People are endowed with the nature of heaven and earth, and the atmosphere of the five permanence, so human nature is often mixed with good and evil. Confucius once said that only the best and the lower are stupid, and the good to the evil cannot be changed. I think so, but for ordinary people, human nature often changes with habits. The so-called habit of good is good, and habit of evil is evil..."

His voice is soft and sweet, not ill or slow, like a mountain stream, flowing stones in her ears. Gradually, Jiafu lifted her cheek again and looked at him with admiring eyes. When he saw that he had finished speaking, she glanced down at herself, and then recovered, she hurriedly lowered her head and turned a page: "What about this one? I had two days ago. I've been studying, and I'm even more puzzled..."

When Pei Youan was just explaining, he noticed that she tilted her head slightly, raised her cheeks and stared at herself, her eyes were not blinking, her expression was serious and innocent, but she was swayed by the heartbeat she saw, and she said salute. Le, but there was a lot of desire in her heart. She was clearly wearing cool summer clothes, but she felt hot and sweaty, and she felt a sense of guilt. Hearing that she finally turned the story, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it again.

"This is the physical situation article."

He exhaled and said in the calmest voice possible.

"At the beginning, the Confucian said: "Heaven and earth are born and man. This is a false statement." It means that starting from the Han Dynasty, Confucianism believed that heaven and earth created man consciously. This is absurd. The book refutes it, saying that it is because of heaven and earth. The fusion of the human being happens by chance, just like the fusion of a man and a woman, a child will be born by himself..."

He paused, coughed, stared at the pages of the book, and reluctantly continued to explain: "The article uses people as an example, saying that men and women are married. It is not because of the desire to have children at the time, but the desire to have a child. It is not consciously giving birth to children. From this we can see that heaven and earth will not consciously create human beings. By analogy, all things are born between heaven and earth, just like male and female **** to give birth to a baby, all in the same situation..."

He closed the book abruptly, put it aside, and said, "The theory is a little bit uncomfortable, it doesn't suit you. I'll find another book for you when I have time."

Gaffer couldn't help but glanced at the position of his lower abdomen secretly. Although it was hidden by the case, he saw it faintly, and he was already indescribable...

Jiafu remembered what happened last night, her heart struck like a deer, and he hummed softly: "I listen to my big cousin. Go on, big cousin. I'll go to the small kitchen to see if the snack is ready..."

She stood up, but did not expect that when she moved the chair over, a piece of skirt corner was stepped on by the foot of the chair. At this moment, she stood up, moved the chair, and the chair slammed. With eyes sick and quick, he immediately stretched out his hand to help, Jiafu's chest and abdomen rubbed his face, and the man leaned on his thigh, his hips were clearly stiff, and his body became stiff and he did not dare to move.

Pei Youan felt that the front door was strong, and rolled over a piece of soft fragrant meat, his breathing stopped, closed his eyes, and slowly opened it. It was already full of fragrance, and although the source of human evil was suppressed by her, she sat down. , But raised his head vigorously, and the idea of ​​being fierce became more and more obvious.

It seemed that after a long time, there was a "tick", and a drop of water fell from the mouth of the drip leaker, and the copper kettle dropped, breaking the silence.

Gaffer twisted her waist uneasily, and got up in a hurry. His hips left his legs. She felt her waist sink. He was firmly clamped by a pair of men's hands. Sit down on his lap.

She has a peach-like face, facing him back, her lips slightly open, and she can't help but breathe softly: "Big cousin..."

The man's eyes are no longer the usual still water, as if flowing deep through the abyss, the bottom of the eyes is extremely dark.

"Go back to the room, but go to bed."

He whispered, his voice was deep, so moment the boundless night outside the window.

...

In the palace, Xiao Lie was already half drunk, staggered, and was helped back to the sleeping hall by the servant.

Zhou was waiting for him, and when he saw this, he hurried over to greet him and said, after the placement, Xiao Lie closed his eyes and lay on his back, as if he was asleep, motionless.

Zhou's carefully decorated tonight, the dragon bed is also lightly powdered, although no longer youthful, but under the illumination of the palace lanterns, the eyebrows are still beautiful and unique.

She lay next to Xiao Lie, leaning against her, with one hand under the quilt, and slowly stretched over to the man beside her, leaned into the clothes, gently held the place, and slowly kneaded and teased.

Xiao Lie didn't open his eyes, turned around, fell asleep in, and said lowly, "Next time, I'm tired today."

After entering the capital, Xiao Lie never touched her. Zhou secretly noticed that he did not find that he had favored other young palace ladies, either doing government affairs all night, or coming back to fall asleep.

Zhou's expression was slightly stiff, staring at Xiao Lie's motionless back, slowly withdrew his hand.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Lie was already asleep. Zhou's tormented and awake, quietly got up, aroused his confidant, and said: "Check it out for me, where did Long live the prince's wedding night, but never returned all night."