As insects chirp in the summer, people are afraid of counting nine.
Although the count has not yet arrived, the winter in Guanzhong is already gray and yellow everywhere, the cold wind is blowing, and the only sound is the rustling of fallen leaves.
At this time, most ordinary people have already got into bed to save carbon and fire expenses.
Even high-end houses have their windows and doors closed and surrounded by charcoal stoves.
The whole world suddenly became quiet in the winter night, and Junyangfang, which was located in the mountains, seemed even more deserted.
The sound of neat footsteps and low-pitched discussions could be heard vaguely.
"It's really cold in this damn weather. The shift will change in a while. Can you guys go to a certain house to drink some wine to warm yourself up?"
Through the yellow light, a small group of people wearing thick coats, sheepskin shoes, and long knives hanging on their waists were patrolling.
There are only about ten people in this team. If you look carefully, you can see a trace of childishness in the exposed faces.
The one who spoke was a young man walking at the front of the team.
"Haha, I won't go. Next time, I will definitely go next time." A young man walking in the middle said with a slight smile.
The young man in front was dissatisfied and complained: "Gangzi, you are too unloyal. You have said this every time since you married your wife."
Others immediately picked up the conversation and joked.
"Fusheng, don't call me Gangzi. Of course it's warmer to hold your wife than to drink. A certain family just bought some good wine. I'll pick it up later."
"Gangzi loves his wife so much. Besides, Gangzi's wife usually makes a lot of delicious food for us, so let's not embarrass Gangzi!"
"Hey, when I have a wife, I will also love her and ask her to make delicious food for my brothers."
"Haha... let's wait."
These comments warmed everyone's hearts, except for the young man in front who muttered depressedly.
"A bunch of guys who value sex over friends, it would be better to drink while marrying a wife!"
The young man named Gangzi smiled shyly and did not reply.
Thinking of his wife at home, a happy smile appeared on his face again.
The man walking at the back of the team, holding a lantern in one hand and pressing the handle of a knife with the other, scanned the surroundings vigilantly and said:
"It's okay to drink after work, as long as you don't get involved, but cheer up for me now; Fu Sheng, I'm not talkative. Don't eat and drink all the time. You should also save money to marry a wife."
Fusheng smiled and said with a proud look: "Captain, don't worry, everyone is paying attention! But when it comes to getting a wife, it will only affect the speed of drawing the sword. Besides, we from Junyangfang are afraid that we will not be able to marry him." Wife?"
"Yes, there are so many matchmakers coming to Junyangfang to propose marriage, and we guys are spoiled for choice."
"Hehehe, my mother said that there are many matchmakers coming to a certain family to arrange marriage!"
…
All of a sudden, everyone was discussing it.
The captain was suddenly filled with emotion.
Now he not only has enough food and clothing, but also lives in a brand-new house and receives a generous sum of money every month. This kind of life is like living in a fairyland.
Thinking of this, the captain said: "Since everyone knows the beauty of life, they should cherish it more. You must know that life today is hard-won. Others are jealous. If the count hadn't shielded us from the wind and rain, how could we have such a beautiful life?" In life, everyone should know how to be grateful."
Thinking about the past life, not having enough to eat, sleeping in the open air, not to mention having a wife, everyone was silent.
After a moment of silence, Fusheng said: "Captain, everyone in Junyangfang knows that these are given by Uncle Zhongyi. This is why I train so hard. I hope that the count can be selected next time when he chooses the guards." Choose."
"Captain, tell us, where did you go after you were selected?"
"Yes, yes..."
Looking at the group of young people in front of him who were shining with admiration and passionate, the captain in his twenties recalled the scene half a month ago.
His eyes couldn't help but become a little blurry. If he hadn't been bitten by a poisonous snake, he might have become a palace guard.
However, thinking that there would be opportunities in the future, he became ambitious again and shouted: "Okay, okay, we will talk about this later when we have time. Hurry up and pay attention to me. Don't embarrass me. If the earl just comes back today, If something leaks out, let me see if I don’t peel off your skin.”
Everyone laughed when they heard it, but they immediately raised their chests and cheered up. Their eyes glanced from time to time. Even the whistling cold wind was not so cold anymore, because they had a fiery heart in their chests.
The sound of footsteps gradually drifted away in the howling cold wind.
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The night is like a devil's big mouth devouring this world.
In the Yang Mansion in Junyangfang, the yellowing light added a touch of brightness to the dark night.
A little farewell is better than a wedding. Holding your soft body, rolling on the warm quilt, feeling the lubrication of mutton fat and white jade, lightly smelling the body fragrance like fragrant orchid, rubbing your ears and temples together, and loving your concubine, make this cold night seem more... Deep affection.
Wu Meiniang felt weak all over and her mind went blank.
At this time, her pretty face was as beautiful as blood, her little head rested lightly on Yang Fan's broad and strong chest, and her little hands kept drawing circles.
After taking a breath for a while, Wu Meiniang breathed out fragrant orchid and said in a sweet voice: "My husband is really cruel. He has been away for a month. Don't you miss Meiniang?"
Looking at Wu Meiniang who looks like a little woman, it is hard to imagine that such a lovely person can actually become Her Majesty Queen Wu Zetian who holds the world in her hands.
Now she is simply a clingy little resentful woman.
Yang Fan happily felt the tenderness and smoothness in his hands, tapped Wu Mei Niang's pouty lips and said dotingly: "Isn't this for our future? But, if Mei Niang dares to move again, my husband will punish her."
Feeling that Yang Fan was about to make a move again, Wu Meiniang didn't dare to play with fire anymore. She had just been in a frenzy for a while, and she was already weak from being tortured. She still had the strength to bear it anymore.
Her charming face suddenly turned pale, and she quickly stopped her small movements and hurriedly talked to him from side to side.
"Husband!"
"Um?"
"Why do you need to train so many guards alone? Is it also for Junyangfang?" Wu Meiniang asked carefully.
Yang Fan hugged Yingying's slender waist and replied: "Why can't we train guards? Besides, which of the aristocratic families and nobles in the Tang Dynasty doesn't have tens of thousands of dollars?"
Wu Meiniang was stunned for a moment and said with some hesitation: "It's not that I can't train, but I'm afraid that Your Majesty will have other ideas. Besides, there are more and more workshops in Junyangfang, and the people who come to work are also mixed. It is inevitable that among these people Without some villains with ulterior motives, Mei Niang would be worried..."
Yang Fan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Mei Niang. We train these guards alone just in case. If these guards can persevere, and with the equipment provided by your husband, it will not be a bad idea to fight one against a hundred in the future." "Those who want to make small moves are just clowns and will not make a difference."
"As for opening a large workshop to accommodate disaster victims and refugees to work, it is actually not only to help them have a bite to eat, but more importantly, to test some of the ideas in my mind and see if it is feasible in Datang."
Wu Meiniang nodded obediently, raised her little head and asked: "What do you think, husband? Tell me and let Meiniang listen."
"A certain person wants to build a paradise, or even an ideal country, that can only exist in legends in the Tang Dynasty?"
"Ah? An ideal country? Husband, you...are you going to rebel?"
Wu Meiniang was obviously frightened by these words, and she stammered a bit when she spoke.
At this time, Wu Meiniang had not experienced the intrigues in the deep palace, nor had she experienced the withered Zen-like Qingdeng Ancient Temple, nor had Her Majesty Queen Wu Zetian evolved to become ruthless in order to protect herself.
Nowadays, she is just a concubine of a noble family. All she wants in her heart is her husband's favor and a rich life.
Or maybe you are dreaming that one day you will be blessed with a destiny and become a destined wife that everyone will envy.
She is very satisfied with her current life. She has a husband who loves her and is in charge of all the affairs of the house. She can be said to be happy and contented.
She couldn't imagine what earth-shaking changes would happen if her husband really had the idea of rebellion.
Wu Meiniang felt uneasy inside.
Yang Fan naturally felt the slight trembling of this soft and fragrant body.
He caressed her smooth jade back lovingly and explained: "This is just a metaphor. My husband just wants to build a paradise where everyone has food to eat, everyone has clothes to wear, the old have someone to rely on, and the young have something to support. "
"The people in this paradise are harmonious with their neighbors. They can keep their homes open at night and don't pick up things on the road. Even if there is a natural or man-made disaster, there will be no tragic image of people exchanging their children for food."
"The ultimate goal is to let everyone do what they can and get what they need..."
Wu Meiniang was immediately attracted by Yang Fan's description, and she kept sketching such a holy place on earth in her mind.
