Unexpectedly, Yang Fan calmed down quickly after being rejected, and suddenly felt a little unmotivated.
The impulse that had just arisen disappeared in an instant.
In ancient times, the emperor's imperial decree had destined Wu Zhao to be a member of the Yang family in his life and a ghost of the Yang family in death. He had every right to take whatever he wanted.
But what's the point of relying on this? If you want to get a woman, you have to rely on the emperor's decree. That's failure!
"Uh, forget it!"
Leaning lazily on the couch, Yang Fan suddenly felt uninterested!
Wu Zhao's heart skipped a beat and he glanced away, only to see Yang Fan lazily wearing clothes with a depressed look on his face.
Are you angry?
"Lang Jun, it's not... me... that..."
Wu Meiniang was shy and anxious, but she didn't know how to speak, and her big bright eyes suddenly became misty.
The king of heaven and earth and his master are the Five Constant Beings.
The king is the guide for the ministers, the father is the guide for the son, and the husband is the guide for the wife.
In an era when men were superior to women, it would be extremely disrespectful for wives and concubines to make their husbands unhappy.
He put on his clothes casually, stood up straight, and stared at Wu Zhao.
Wu Zhao's heart trembled, his pretty face turned pale, and he looked panicked.
Looking at this scene, he must be angry. What should he do?
Looking directly at Wu Zhao, Yang Fan said seriously:
"Mei Niang, I was impulsive just now! You are a smart girl, and you have a general understanding of my character. In my heart, I will not treat you lightly because you were given by the emperor..."
I, Yang Fan, am a man of dignity, upright and open-minded, and I will never force myself on a weak woman.
Traveling through ancient times, having three wives and four concubines was every man's dream, and Yang Fan was no exception.
Being able to take the future Queen into his house and ravage her might be a dirty idea that every man has.
But after all, Yang Fan is the soul of a modern man.
The thinking is different from that of most people of this era.
If he likes something, he will work hard to get it, and even use some tricks, but he will never unreasonably force it to be his own.
Yang Fan's remarks about modern thinking made Wu Zhao panic.
Does this mean you dislike me? Want to drive me away?
When I first signed up for the palace draft, I couldn't stand the harsh treatment from my aunt and brother in the Duke's Mansion.
If he is driven away now, can he go back? His mother and sister have been driven out, not to mention himself.
The world is so big, where else can I go?
The most important thing is, does Yang Fan have no idea about himself at all? How could he say such a thing?
Couldn't he see that he just refused out of shyness as a woman?
Her IQ and EQ, which are higher than ordinary people, allow her to see further than ordinary people.
She knows that one cannot just look at the appearance, but must observe a person's heart.
No matter how handsome the appearance is, no matter how clever the speech is, they are just a layer of skin wrapped around the body.
Only an unbreakable backbone can be a woman's lifelong support.
Although Yang Fan is not as handsome as the young master wearing powder and flowers, he still can't speak like a lotus flower.
But strong arms are every woman's stable harbor.
Just like when he was bullied, he forced himself into the Duke's mansion to seek justice for himself. This kind of man was his ultimate support.
She has never been so stable and comfortable since she was sensible.
Yang Fan was like a scorching sun, gradually dispelling the darkness in Wu Zhao's heart.
The more he thought about Wu Zhao, a slight tingling arose in his heart, and his red lips became a little white. The tears in his beautiful eyes could no longer be held back, sliding down his fair and smooth face like a broken thread. , pouring down.
Do you want to lie back on the bed and express your feelings?
A woman's reserve makes Wu Zhao unable to do anything...
What happened to this little girl?
Wasn't it just that I was impulsive and apologized to you? Why did I still cry?
A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea. The smarter a woman is, the more people can't understand her.
No wonder it is said that a woman’s lack of talent is a virtue. The ancients did not deceive me!
Alas, although it looks like the front and back are curved, she is still a little girl after all, so she has to be coaxed like a child!
In the end, Wu Zhao smiled, but Yang Fan suffered!
Looking at Yang Fan's clothes draped carelessly, Wu Zhao helped to tidy them up like a virtuous little lady, but was made red-faced by the unscrupulous eyes.
It seemed that those eyes had magical powers. Wherever she looked, she felt itching.
The little girl was so shy when she looked at him. Yang Fan was in a good mood, and his heart felt hot. He couldn't help but leaned over and gently licked her earlobe, tasting the tender and smooth skin.
"Ah... Lang Jun, why..."
Wu Zhao was startled, his sensitive earlobes seemed to have been burned by fire, and the hot breath hit his cheeks instantly, turning them red instantly.
He glared at Yang Fan with an angry look: "Mr. Lang is so annoying, he is helping you tidy up your clothes!"
Yang Fan pretended to be angry, stretched out his hand to hold Wu Zhao's slender waist, and while she was struggling, slapped her plump and upturned buttocks hard.
"You're so brave, you dare to resist."
The touch of the palm clearly reflects the elasticity of the buttocks.
Under Wu Zhao's angry eyes, Yang Fan laughed and walked away.
At this time, Wu Zhao's face was as red as blood.
Holding her numb buttocks, biting her lower lip, her eyes widened with anger, and then she pursed her lips and laughed.
What a smile, a beauty like a painting!
…
During the Tang Dynasty, the saying "Weidu in the south of the city, go to Tianchiwu" is by no means untrue!
Both the Wei and Du families are well-known, leading both the government and the public, and have many high-ranking officials, so they are known as "Wei Du in the South of the City".
Moreover, their two surnames are closely related to the imperial power, and they are also known as "Li Tianchi Wu"!
During the Tang Dynasty, the Du family had a total of eight prime ministers.
The Wei family can be traced back to the Han Dynasty, when Wei Xian, the grandson of the fourth generation of Wei Meng in Pengcheng, was granted the title of Marquis of Fuyang and moved from Jiangsu to Duling in Jingzhao.
During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, talents with the surname Wei emerged in large numbers, and Weiqu (a place name) was established in the gathering place of the surname Wei.
In the Han Dynasty, Wei Xian was the prime minister and the Marquis of Fuyang. His son Wei Xuan became prime minister.
Wei Rui of Nanliang was the Marquis of Yongchang County.
Wei Yu, an official in the Northern Wei Dynasty, paid homage to General Pingyuan and became the governor of Eastern Yuzhou.
In the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Wei Xiaokuan worshiped the great Sikong Shangzhuguo. His son, Mr. Wei, paid homage to General Hussar, and opened the government ceremony with the three divisions.
In the Sui Dynasty, Master Wei served as Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and other positions.
Webster has a profound foundation!
Throughout the Tang Dynasty, the Wei family produced eighteen prime ministers.
Therefore, after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the power of the Weidu family began to enter its heyday.
Both families respected the classics and righteousness in order to obtain official positions, and the family tradition of being courteous and learning was prevalent.
The descendants of the clan either joined the army to fight against the enemy to guard the frontier, or pastored the prefectures and counties to provide for the people, or held the imperial palace to govern the world. It can be said that civilization and military prosperity were prosperous.
Wei Mansion.
Wei Juyuan sat in the hall, stroking his short beard with one hand and tapping the table in front of him with his knuckles, contemplating.
His eldest son, Wei Ansi, was sitting on the lower side. He was wearing a brocade robe and a jade belt around his waist. He looked talented, but he was a little restless.
A capable middle-aged man in his forties stood in the hall with his hands lowered, reporting the latest news.
"His Majesty has just issued an order to post an imperial notice at the city gate. He said that in order to thank and commend the gentry for their generous efforts in helping the victims of the plague, he prayed to God and erected a stone tablet on the bank of the Weishui River. He sent the great scholar Kong Yingda to write. One day later, The names and deeds of all the meritorious people who raised money and food should be engraved on the stone tablet."
When the middle-aged man reported, his tone was strong and his description was very clear.
Hearing this, Wei Juyuan opened his eyes slightly, frowned, and seemed to be asking the middle-aged man, or talking to himself.
"What's the point of this?"
Wei Ansi was impatient and wanted to show off, so he interjected:
"Nowadays, there are so many people affected by the disaster. Your Majesty must have seen that there are very few donations, but the court is unable to provide relief. He is so anxious that he wants to use this method to encourage wealthy families to donate enthusiastically."
Huh, Your Majesty takes it too much for granted.
When His Majesty proposed raising donations during the court meeting, he was opposed by many children of aristocratic families.
So the money raised was very little!
Nowadays, even if there are really good people who want to become famous through this, it will only be a drop in the bucket.
The gentry in the city have all secretly communicated with each other and are in the same spirit, and they will no longer donate money.
Even if the rest of the wealthy households were willing, they would not dare to touch the gentry's lintel. Even if they donated, they would not donate much money in grain!
The standing middle-aged man nodded and agreed with this statement.
"The eldest young master is right. This should be your Majesty's helpless move. I don't need to take it too seriously."
Wei Juyuan pretended not to hear, frowned, thought for a while, and slowly closed his eyes.
After a while, Wei Juyuan opened his eyes, with neither joy nor sadness on his face. He sighed slightly and said, "Your Majesty's move is really wonderful!"
wonderful? Where to start!
Wei Ansi and the middle-aged man looked at each other, looking at each other, not knowing why.
Wei Juyuan looked at his eldest son who looked confused and sighed in his heart.
His eldest son is actually the best choice for his brains and talents.
But he has never experienced ups and downs, his temperament is too wandering, and he is reckless and impetuous when things happen. He may not be a talented person who can support the Webster family business, but needs more training.
Their family belongs to the direct branch of Jingzhao Wei's family, but Wei's family has luxuriant branches, complex connections, and a huge family.
Even members of the same clan are fighting openly and secretly. If you are not careful, you will be swallowed whole by others.
It seemed that one could only hope that Li Er would be merciful. After all, their Wei family was married to the royal family.
Concubine Wei in the palace is his daughter. If she can enjoy the bedside breeze next to Li Er, she can at least keep her glory and wealth.
As for making progress and taking further steps, if the eldest son doesn't make progress, I'm afraid it's too much to hope for!
