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When night falls, thousands of homes are lit up.

There was a light rain outside the house, although it was already April, but with this rain, the temperature dropped sharply, and even a little cold in spring.

Li Jing wore a bearskin robe, sat on a cushion, and browsed with a book in his hand near a kerosene lamp. This is a thread-bound book. It uses the technique of thread-bound books, which was only available in the Song Dynasty, and breaks through the ordinary calligraphy of today's scrolls and albums. On the cover of the gray-brown vellum paper are three cursive scripts, set between flowers. This is not the book of flowers in the Five Dynasties, but only includes many poems by Wen Tingyun, a talented man in the late Tang Dynasty.

"Between the Flowers" is named after the collection of works, the content of which mostly writes about the daily life and decorative appearance of the upper-class noblewomen and beauties, and the women are known as the flower ratio, and the collection of words that write the charm of women is called "between the flowers". These lyrics were written for the needs of the hedonistic life of the stage, the dance, and the pavilion. The son of the feast, the embroidered beauty, the eyebrows and eyes of the beauty, when the feast sings, the rhetoric is extremely soft and fragrant.

This book is the latest batch of books to be printed by the Shamen Town Bookstore, which only printed Buddhist scriptures at the beginning of its establishment. The sales of Buddhist scriptures were good, but they were too simple, and now the bookstore has many workers and is expanding again. The content of the print has also expanded considerably. The new batch of books is also printed in large quantities using movable type, and in addition to the subsets of scriptures and histories such as the Book of Poetry and Lunyu, the poems of many poets of the Tang Dynasty are also selected, such as Li Bai and Li Shangyin of Li Du, Du Fu and Du Mu. There are also other poetry collections by famous poets such as Wang Wei, Bai Juyi, Wen Tingyun and so on.

There are as many as 100 books in total. It's a big project. With the new papermaking process, paper is now better and cheaper in the workshop. With the new type engraving printing method, the more books printed, the lower the cost. For the current state of the late Tang Dynasty's books being priced by pages, printing books can really be described as a great profit, and it can also get a great deal of praise.

Like the current book of Wen Tingyun's poems, it is printed by engraving. The market price is calculated directly by page, a book is only 50 pages, but the price is as high as 20 yuan per page, even if the current price of rice is still high, you can buy a liter of rice.

This new batch of books accepted many of Li Jing's suggestions in many respects, such as the use of thread binding volumes and the use of Song characters. Of course, this kind of Song character was only available in the Song Dynasty, and Li Jing is taking it out now. is also called Li Ti according to his surname, which is the same as Yan Zhenqing's Yan Ti character. The side cover is also according to Li Jing's meaning. I specially invited Danqing painters to add a beautiful cover to each book, and the title of the book was also inscribed by calligraphers. Such a book, just by looking, is already very different and beautiful.

The bookstore sent Li Jing a few sets of all the books, and every night when he was free, Li Jing would also flip through various collections of classics and history. Collecting 100 volumes, in the eyes of people all over the world, it is also an enviable thing. The books of the literati are the same as the armor of the generals, they are all heirlooms, and each book is extremely precious, and the children of ordinary poor families cannot afford to read at all, and more are borrowed and copied down.

After a busy day every day, there was no activity at night, and Li Jing also flipped through the book, which can be regarded as washing his tired body and mind. Wen Tingyun's rhetoric written in the collection of flowers is extremely soft and fragrant, and you can almost see the glitz and bustle of the building from the poem. Li Jing likes his words a little, but he doesn't like the flashy attitude of the late Tang scholars. In the late Tang Dynasty until the Huangchao Uprising, it was not only an era of martial arts, but also an era of quite free and indulgent literati. The central part of the Tang Dynasty was like the Zhou royal family in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the feudal towns below were a bit of a vassal state, and the literati were also like scholars in the Spring and Autumn Period, traveling around the world in search of princes worthy of assistance. Or live in seclusion in the mountains of the city, write poems and books, quite comfortable. The mountains and rivers of the Anshi Rebellion have been broken for a hundred years, and the world has long forgotten them, and the rest is just to be content with pleasure.

Throwing aside the book in his hand that was still sprinkled with the fragrance of ink, Li Jing was a little bored. In later generations, he liked these poems very much, but when he looks at them now, he can't read them much. The fragrant rhetoric of the upper-class ladies dancing on the stage was really a sigh for him. The 300-year-old empire of the Tang Dynasty is about to fall, but the men and women of the world are still chasing and holding such poetry and books. No wonder the Tang Dynasty will die, and there will be one of the most famous troubled times in Chinese history.

Looking at the non-stop rain outside, Li Jing didn't bother to get up and go home again, so he simply lay on the couch with his clothes, preparing to rest in the town general's mansion tonight. Recently, Li Jing is a little reluctant to go home, and Li's mother has recently been more and more eager to hug her grandson as soon as possible. This made Li Jing a little helpless, as long as he went home, he must have planted some kind of home remedies to nourish yin and yang, and then drove him back to the house early to make people with his wife and concubine.

At first, Li Jing still felt very warm, but later, he felt that this matter was a bit of a persecution. He has to deal with the affairs of Salmon Town every day, and he thinks a lot. When I got home, I had to face two wives and concubines who were anxious to conceive a child, and a mother who was waiting to hold her grandson. Even if he is an iron-beaten man, if he is asked for it every day, he will feel a little unbearable. People say that one wife and one concubine enjoy the blessings of all people, but Li Jing is now like a tired old ox, with two endless fields in front of him, and he can't finish plowing it.

Gui Niang and Wan'er now don't know if Lu Dao has been instilled with many concepts by Mother Li, so they still take turns, but now it's good, the two daughters serve a husband together. As long as Li Jing goes home, the two women will inevitably go into battle together, and Wan'er simply went to the big bed in the main room with the bedding roll. If you don't pay two or three times when you go home, it's really hard to get out.

But it's so strange, so attentive, but the stomachs of the two women don't move at all. Up to now, Li Jing, a young man who was originally strong-blooded, is not very interested in the original pleasure of the boudoir. Whoever turned out to be a happy thing, the most difficult thing to complete turned into a difficult task, and they had to do it every day, but the two women had to put on a lot of strange side poses that they didn't know where to hear, and they were rigid, and how could they have any sexual interest after the worst.

There is no need to go home to do tasks, Li Jing slept very sweetly alone this night, and he didn't know how long he slept until he was woken up by a loud scream.

"Li Jing, you're still not a man!" A woman's voice shouted in his ear with a little anger.

Li Jing was still a little confused, and immediately felt that he might not have been able to go home to do the task last night, and was chased by his pregnant wife, so he quickly turned over and got up.

The windows were still closed, it was dark outside, and the kerosene lamps in the house did not pick up the wick in time, and I don't know when the tunnel was extinguished. The layer was dark, and when I first got up, my eyes couldn't adapt to seeing things for a while, but I saw a vague figure of a young woman, who looked like Gui Niang.

Li Jing felt a little apologetic, but in fact, she couldn't conceive a child, and Gui Niang and Wan'er were under more pressure. Gui Niang is still a wife, and she is more anxious than Wan'er, a concubine. She knew that Li Jing's status was constantly improving, and even the festival marshals and King Zhao in Qingzhou were now wooing Li Jing. She even heard rumors several times that there were many big merchants and officials and generals in Shamen Town and Dengzhou, who wanted to send their daughters or clan daughters to Li Jing to be small.

This made her feel a lot of pressure, Wan'er was Li Jing's concubine, because she used to be the maid and slave of the Li family, so her own family, don't worry about what she will have to compete for favor. But if an outsider comes, it's not necessarily. The queen mother now basically stays in the Buddhist hall at home all day long, but she can only sigh and tell her that Li Jing is a good son-in-law when she cries about her daughter's grievances several times. But if they have not been able to add Ding to the Li family, judging from the fact that Li Jing is now Li Jing's Duding, even if Li Jing will not take the initiative to accept any more small ones, it is difficult to say that Li's mother, who is waiting for her grandson to help the Li family continue the incense. Therefore, the best countermeasure is to find a way to have a son as soon as possible, even if it is to give birth to a daughter, at least it means that it can be born, and the situation should be better.

Li Jing is naturally clear about these situations. So when he heard this sentence Li Jing, you are still not a man, he took it for granted that this was Gui Niang's angry words for not coming home again last night.

Immediately, Li Jing hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her in his arms and hugged her on his lap.

Embraced into his arms, it was suddenly warm and soft. A refreshing smell poured into her nose, Li Jing wrapped her hands around her thin waist, and chuckled: "Ouch, why am I not a man, did I accidentally fall asleep at night." Since you're here, I think we might as well have a good time here tonight. ”

The body in his arms stiffened for a moment, and then began to struggle violently.

The more she struggled, the more Li Jing suddenly felt something unusual. In the past, Gui Niang and the others learned strange postures from somewhere really made him much less sexually interested, and the task-based process was even more boring.

As soon as she got up from sleep, the man's natural reaction after falling asleep was as hard as iron, and at this time, she was constantly struggling and writhing in her arms in the black light. The tight and stiff buttocks kept rubbing against his little buddy, which aroused his sexuality.

As she struggled, she gasped violently. The sound of heavy wheezing, in this dark and silent room, caused a few more throbbing and provoked people's hearts. Li Jing climbed a firm but soft mountain with one hand, and the other side of her mouth directly sealed her lips.

"Hmm" She squeaked and wanted to speak, but she was completely gagged by Li Jing, and his tongue protruded into her lips like a spiritual snake, pried open the jade tooth and teeth, and instantly entangled the lilac tongue. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )