"Xianggong, what were you doing to the Red Plum Fairy just now?"

Zhen Mingku enjoyed the service of her gentle little hands, the pores all over her body were opened, and she couldn't wait to shout comfort, and replied casually: "Artificial respiration, for saving people." ”

Zhang's face was hot at the strange sound coming from his mouth, and he asked, "What is artificial respiration?" Do I have to kiss my mouth? ”

Zhen Ming was so happy when he heard this, he turned over, hugged her beside him, pressed her on the bed, looked at her delicate and pretty face, and said with a smile: "The lady is jealous, come, don't be jealous, Xianggong will save you." ”

Zhang's hands pressed against his chest, and he said in shame: "Who wants you to save it, let go of the people, Huan'er and they are outside!" …… Hmm~"

Zhen Mingku had already lowered his head and kissed her pink lips, and was about to taste it, when there was a knock at the door, and Xing'er's dissatisfied voice sounded at the door: "What kind of clothes will take so long, if we don't come out, we will have to go back." ”

Zhen Mingku's let go of Zhang's family, Zhang stood up, hurriedly tidied up his messy clothes and hair, and glared at him with a red face: "Stinky scoundrel, put on your clothes and come out to admire the moon." ”

……

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a grand festival in Luoyang every year, the emperor will decree to revoke the curfew, on the streets of Luoyang, the market is not closed for three consecutive days, and the people of Luoyang will also pour into the streets in these days, enjoy the lanterns all night to play, forget the disturbance of the war, forget the difficulties of the days, and carnival all night.

Zhang sat on the bow of the boat, hugged Zhen Mingku's waist, leaned on his arms, looked at the full moon in the sky, his eyes flashed with longing and hope, and he was muttering something in his mouth, as if he was praying.

"What do you think?"

Zhen Mingku looked down and saw her silent, pious and focused on praying to heaven, and couldn't help but smile.

"Xianggong, you said that if the world is peaceful, the people have enough food and clothing, and they can sit on the bow of the boat with their beloved every day to enjoy the moon, how good it would be."

Zhen Ming said with a smile: "There is a saying that things must be reversed, you will soon feel tired of living such a day every day, there are hard days, it will seem that today's days are precious and sweet, as long as people live, troublesome things will continue to appear, always not because of troublesome things, you will lose the mood of enjoying happiness, as the so-called life must be happy, do not make the gold bottle empty to the moon, there is wine today and drunk today, tomorrow is sad and tomorrow is worried." ”

Zhang Shi was silent thoughtfully for a while, and the sadness on his face gradually faded, revealing a touching smile: "Xianggongwen is brilliant, and it is such a philosophical poem at his fingertips, I like to listen to you the most." ”

"Hey, what are you whispering to be meaty, louder, we can't hear you." Xing'er on the side pricked up her ears and eavesdropped, but the two of them deliberately lowered their voices, so that she could only hear some intermittently.

Zhen Mingku turned his head and glared at her: "If you want to listen to the meaty words, hurry up and find someone to marry, I think that Zhendeng is not bad, when you get married, let him tell you meaty words every day, why should you be reduced to the point of eavesdropping on other people's meaty words." ”

Xing'er took her two little feet back from the side of the boat, stood up and walked over to the two: "Sister Zhang, help me hold him, I want to take something to seal his mouth!" ”

"Ha, she's my mother, how can she help you deal with me...... Huh-"

Before Zhen finished speaking, Zhang had already thrown him to the ground, rode on top of him, pressed his arms with both hands, and excitedly shouted at Xing'er: "Xing'er, come quickly!" I held him down. ”

Zhen Ming was stunned: "Lady, are you mistaken?" I'm your father-in-law. ”

"I'm sorry, sisters are more important than Xianggong!" Zhang giggled, with a hint of cunning and amusement in his eyes, and at this time, Xing'er had already arrived at the two of them, holding a plate of pastries in her hand.

Zhang took a piece of pastry covered in cream from Xing'er's hand.

"Badass, open your mouth!"

Zhen Ming opened his mouth obediently, and soon he was stuffed with a mouthful of sweets, his face was mushy all over, muttering and begging for mercy, and their joyful laughter resounded on the lake, spreading far away.

On one of the many flower fairies on the lake, a slender figure looked at the laurel fairy's boat from afar, a sneer appeared on her delicate flower-like face, and she suddenly let go of a birdcage in her hand, and the cage fell into the water, sinking into the lake along with the thrush struggling and fluttering inside......

……

In a gallery west of Luoyang, a young man is browsing the walls of a shop with paintings by ancient masters, shaking his head from time to time.

"The name is false, and the technique is naïve."

"Fish eyes are mixed, and fakes dare to sell at such a price...... Hey? ”

When the young man walked up to one of the paintings that was a few inches in size, he suddenly stopped, stared at the delicate and realistic picture that was only 8 inches in size, and looked at it again and again, and the look of surprise on his face became more and more intense.

This is a portrait called "Psyche and Cupid", in which the woman is naked with a white and flawless upper body, the light veil fades between the legs, the slender and round beautiful legs are looming, the expression on the face is tranquil, a man with wings and a naked body is caressing the woman's plump breasts with one hand, the expression is intoxicated, the characters are lifelike, vivid, like a picture of the spring palace.

There is no stamp on the painting and there is no signature.

"Shopkeeper!"

The more the young man looked at it, the more he liked it, and hurriedly called the shopkeeper.

"Whose painting is this? How much silver is sold? ”

"The seller said he wanted five thousand taels." The shopkeeper said the sky-high price a little hesitantly.

"What! Are you kidding! The young man cried out.

"No, that's what the seller said, saying that if you are a knowledgeable connoisseur like Yan Gongzi and want to buy it, you can come to him, and he can give it to someone who knows how to appreciate it for free."

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little curious: "Who is the seller?" Where does he live? ”

"The seller said that if Yan Gongzi is interested, he can go to the Laurel Tower of Baihua Building to find a person called Zhen Huyuan."

……

……

It was getting late, and Zhen Ming sat in the study of the Laurel Building, listening to Zhang's explanation of the Four Books and the Five Classics.

Every night at this time, Zhang would push away all the guests and concentrate on being his teacher of Chinese studies, explaining the Four Books and Five Classics to him.

At first, Zhang still held the hope of carving him into a beautiful jade and taught with heart, but later, she had completely given up the idea of making him a pillar.

In her opinion, in inheriting the spiritual wealth of her ancestors, he is a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved.

It's not so much that he doesn't get in oil and salt, but that his ideas are weird and peculiar.

He didn't know a lot of words, but his ability to understand articles was even worse than when she was seven or eight years old.

He had an endless stream of strange ideas, and although she was a little reluctant, she had to admit that some of his views and opinions did have a certain amount of truth in addition to being a little rebellious, whimsical, and unsuitable for exams, and sometimes she couldn't even tell whether she was teaching him or whether he was consciously or unconsciously changing the various concepts she had formed since childhood.

In particular, he showed special disdain for her deep-rooted notion of respecting the virtuous and revering the ancient.