In the afternoon, two sturdy green oxen led an oil-walled light car and walked slowly on Suzaku Street.

The window is hung with a thin bamboo curtain, and wisps of light shine through the cracks in the bamboo curtain, and the sound of the bustling street is also transmitted.

A pair of transparent brocade lotus boots were neatly placed in front of the couch, Gu Zhuting only wore a pair of white socks, and curled up on the couch like a cat. Her delicate body was caged in the dress, and only a pair of slender feet could be seen, and the delicate feet would twitch from time to time, which was because Yang Fan's big hands harassed her from time to time.

The two have just become a real husband and wife, just when the relationship is hot, and Gu Zhuting is shy and sensitive, but she doesn't dare to disobey Yang Fan in the slightest, so Yang Fan especially likes to "bully" her, seeing that she is ashamed and afraid, and she has to accept the pitiful appearance.

Although it is the most lively and prosperous Suzaku Street in Chang'an, the clear oil car with the car curtain hanging down forms a relatively independent and private space, listening to the noise and shouting outside, and making her happy, it is really interesting.

"Don't ...... Don't ......, Alang......"

Gu Zhuting suddenly groaned, her body shrank back, her delicate bow was as tight as a bow, her buttocks stretched up a round and graceful curve from under the goose yellow skirt, and Rou Yi also reached out and grabbed Yang Fan's big hand, and begged in a low voice: Lang Jun's movements are getting more and more excessive, this is on the street, she really can't bear to be ashamed.

Yang Fan originally wanted to tease her, but it wasn't so absurd, but now that he had achieved his goal, he couldn't help but smile and let go of this female flying man who would always look like a poor little child in front of him. He stretched out his hand and pulled the lotus purple string next to the car wall, opened the curtain of the car, and the carriage suddenly lit up, and the shouting sound in his ears became clearer.

Yang Fan leaned his back against the wall of the car and let out a long sigh of relief.

He is going to "visit" Wu Chongxun today.

Today, Wei Du and other Guanlong families made the east, and set up a feast in Quchi Furong Building. Invite the five sons of the prime minister and Wu Chongxun. Zhang Changzong, Shangguan Wan'er, including the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Crime, Dali Temple and other Beijing officials who sent advance to Chang'an, all received invitations. At this time, Wu Chongxun was not in the house, so Yang Fan came.

This time, the heads of the two major families of Wei Du took the lead in gathering all the gentry in Chang'an and entertaining the powerful officials of the Beijing faction, which was equivalent to a public statement by the gentry of Chang'an to welcome the emperor's relocation of the capital.

Since Wan'er arrived in Chang'an, she has had little contact with the local officials, gentry, and magnates in Chang'an, but it is not abrupt for her to have such a reaction. Because she is a court lady, although her reputation, status, and even power and influence are no longer limited to the inner court, but in terms of identity, she is still a six-grade court lady. It is very sensitive that the inner court official has a close relationship with Shili outside the palace, especially since she is not by the side of the Son of Heaven now. It is even more important to avoid suspicion.

Yang Fan was not invited, because he was a military general. The military generals were able to exert limited influence in the government. The gentry of Chang'an don't need to make friends with their hearts, and befriending military generals is as sensitive as befriending ministers, so it is easy to spread right and wrong, so he is not invited.

The street scenery flashed through the gaps in the sedan curtain one by one, and Yang Fan's thoughts gradually calmed down, he didn't know if he could get the answer he wanted during this trip to Princess Anle's mansion. But he had to try, it was about the safety of his woman and his child, he couldn't help but deal with it positively, he needed to figure out what Li Bao'er was thinking.

Although he has already sent someone to secretly monitor Li Bao'er's every move. But there are many things that Li Bao'er doesn't need to come forward in person, she only needs to formulate jihua, and then order her subordinates to do it, and it is impossible for Yang Fan to monitor all the subordinates in the princess's mansion one by one. Once Princess An Le comes forward in person, it will be the time for the dagger to appear, and it is difficult to predict whether she will have time to respond at that time.

At the car shop, there was always a shining light through the gap, reflected on his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose, dividing his face into two parts, one part was darkened by the blocking of light by the car wall, and the other part was horizontally divided into light and dark grids by the bamboo curtain, making his face a little mysterious.

Yang Fan looked out the window in a daze, but everything he saw in front of him did not enter his heart, and his thoughts were completely immersed in his heart. He ponders the conspiracy of peace and happiness, looking for a solution, assessing the consequences of failing to deal with it, and assessing the reaction of all parties and the impact on the future situation.

His identity, Wan'er's identity, and Zhang Changzong's identity are destined to end this matter due to personal grievances will not end with private success or failure. No matter how this matter is resolved, it will not only affect his family, but what kind of position he is in, and what kind of impact he will naturally have.

At this time, he deeply understood what Weishenme said that "the emperor has nothing to do". Now he is like an uncrowned king, his every move is also far-reaching, affecting the overall situation, as the so-called "every movement and stillness are storms, every joy and anger are thunder".

Gu Zhuting pillowed on his lap, staring at his thoughtful handsome appearance stupidly, his eyes full of lingering love. In order to avoid Yang Fan's sneak attack on the big hand, her delicate body was bent like a bow, and her buttocks were hanging outside the couch, and then she quietly retracted, lying on his body comfortably like a kitten.

Gu Zhuting is very satisfied with everything she has now, and she cherishes everything she has now. Once upon a time, she was still a lowly house slave, a cold-blooded killer, she didn't want her offspring to repeat her life, and she had already estimated her future tragic fate, so she was determined not to marry.

But now, she has a man who loves her, and a happy and stable family, she can not only be a happy little woman, but also have the power to be a mother, all of which she cherishes very much, and others can't imagine how satisfied and happy she is at the moment.

Those pampered daughters and ladies of the family, sitting in the boudoir, leaning on the embroidered couch, let people take care of them meticulously, reading notes and legendary novels, and envying the legendary experience of those female flying heroes and swordsmen freely crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, happy and enmity, but for her, everything she has now is precious.

She cherishes everything she has now, and she knows that everyone in this family is a part of her happiness, so she loves the house and Wu, and is willing to give. Willing to give everything she has wholeheartedly for her home. But she also knows that some things can't be solved by simple violence. She is a killer, she is proficient in all kinds of killing techniques, and can deal with all kinds of ghost tricks on the rivers and lakes, but the court and the rivers and lakes are two shijie with completely different fighting rules, and she is as simple as a newborn baby in this shijie.

She couldn't share more for her man, all she could do was not let her man worry about her anymore and give him more joy. Stay by his side and keep him safe. She is like a small fish, and finally found a quiet inlet, no matter how big the rivers and lakes are, it has nothing to do with her, and her shijie is already here.

The ox cart was already moving slowly. At this point, it was even more sluggish, because there were people on the long street who were putting on stage. Many onlookers gathered around. Yang Fan sat in the car. At a glance, he saw the platform circled in the center of the crowd, and coincidentally, he saw the old man Moguan again.

The trick is a novelty, so they have to change the performance venue frequently to attract more people who have not seen their performance, so as to make more money. Yang Fan saw them. Suddenly thought of something, and frowned slightly with the word "Chuan".

Gu Zhuting wanted to reach out and use her gentle fingertips to iron out the lines between his eyebrows, but she didn't dare. Yang Fan's eyes flickered. Suddenly lowered his head, bit her ear and whispered. Gu Zhuting listened carefully and nodded slightly from time to time.

The ox cart slowly continued to move around the crowd, and when the cart passed the next entrance, the curtain was lifted, and a vigorous figure jumped out of the cart. This man was dressed in green clothes and had a long figure, and he was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and about thirty years old. He dusted off his robe, brushed the beard from his lips, and walked towards the crowd of onlookers watching the illusion show in a dashing manner.

Yang Fan watched Gu Zhuting's back disappear into the crowd, and gently lowered the sedan curtain......

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The tiny tulle hides the finely carved shelf bed, and the tulle blows down like a cloud, revealing the curves of the carcass of the fair-skinned and naked beauty in the tent. Du Wentian was holding the Wanwan fragrant buttocks with excitement, gritting his teeth, as if he had seen an enemy who did not share the sky.

The creaking of the embroidery bed was endless, but the palace maids had long since avoided the distance, and no one could hear this contemplative sound. The palace ladies have long been suspicious of the abnormal interaction between the prince of the Du family and his own princess, but no one dares to speak more.

They are the princess's dowry girls, and they are also clear about how the princess is close to her. Moreover, one of the male and female hosts is a princess and the other is a county king, no matter who they stand on, they will not end well, and the only way to protect Mingzhe is to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Du Wentian was in a state of ecstasy, and that kind of extreme pleasure from psychology and physiology could not be obtained from any other woman, because under his crotch was a noble princess, and even if other women were more beautiful than her, they could not have such a noble status as her.

However, it was precisely because of her noble status and delicate face that she gave him a feeling of supreme bliss, so he and Her Royal Highness the princess had a secret joy, but she was always unable to satisfy her. Du Wentian had already been emptied of the wine, and when he stole incense and jade, he was either powerless or hasty, and he had already sensed the princess's dissatisfaction.

No matter how delicious the woman he got before, as long as he was satisfied and happy, he didn't have to consider the other party's feelings at all, but this time it didn't work, so he had to find another way.

Yesterday, I heard that Wu Juma was going to Quchi for a banquet today, Du Wentian immediately made preparations, he asked Chen Jia to spend a lot of money to buy him a pair of drugs to help him with fun, and he also blasphemed himself in the toilet before coming, so as not to be overly excited and hastily. After entering the curtain, he had to use his lips and tongue to wait for a long time, and then he pulled the saddle and got on the horse.

Now that he has galloped on a prancing horse, he has already had half a pillar of incense, and he is still majestic, and he can't help but be complacent. Li Bao'er was aroused by his unexpected performance, but she always felt that there was still a little bit left, and she couldn't go deeper and more substantial, so she couldn't help but take the initiative to cater to it.

Li Bao'er's round jade buttocks skillfully and skillfully approached him with his ramming-like movements. It's a pity that this General Du can only ride a free horse, and Li Bao'er only made a little to welcome him, and he felt a numb spinal cord and suddenly spasmed......

"Don't stop!"

Li Bao'er snorted, but unfortunately it was too late, Li Bao'er's hateful silver teeth bit secretly, and she stood up angrily, lifted Du Wentian, who was lying on her back like a dead dog, onto the couch, and said: "What a useless waste!" ”

Li Bao'er got off the bed stupidly, put on a thin veil, and walked around the screen without looking back. Behind the screen is another room, and there is a corner door decorated with flowers and murals on the wall. Hot water is already in the tub, and the water is sprinkled with bright flower petals.

Li Bao'er took off his light shirt, immersed himself in the water, and raised his voice hatefully: "Someone! ”

There was another portal outside the bathhouse, and two palace ladies in short shirts and small clothes were already waiting outside, and they hurriedly came in when they heard the sound and waited for the princess to bathe. Du Wentian got up dejectedly, scolded the quack doctors, and at the same time got dressed softly, and walked out of the door on the other side.

Yang Fan's car slowly stopped in front of the Du Mansion, and Ren Wei walked up the stairs with a sticker in his hand, grabbed the door knocker, and knocked loudly.

The concubine is not in the mansion, but Yang Fan is sure that Li Bao'er will definitely know about his arrival, because this is the princess's mansion and not the concubine's mansion. There has always been only a princess's mansion in the world, and being a concubine means being a son-in-law, even if Wu Chongxun has the title of county king, the princess is the royal family.

Wu Chengsi and Wu Sansi have struggled for more than ten years, and they have always wanted the Wu family to become a royal family, but because Wu Zetian did not establish the Wu family's son and nephew as the prince, they never crossed this threshold. Therefore, although Wu Chongxun is the king of the county, he is married to An Le, and the mansion can only be called the princess's mansion.

It's not just a matter of title, it also means that the owner of the mansion is a princess. The Guan Long family invited Wu Chongxun to the banquet, and the invitation sent could not be presented directly to Wu Chongxun, but to Princess Anle, which was a courtesy.

A little maid waiting for Wan'er to bathe knelt in the courtyard, her cheeks were swollen by a fierce-looking grandmother, and the other maid knelt on the ground, trembling, sincere and terrified.

Li Bao'er's heart was aroused, but because Du Wentian was too useless, she couldn't vent it, and her temper couldn't help but become irritable. At first, she thought the maid was light-hearted, and after a little more force, she felt that her skin was hurting, and her anger could not help but be vented on the unlucky maid.

The housekeeper of the princess's mansion came with a letter of worship, and when he saw this situation, he knew that the princess was in a bad mood, and he couldn't help but be a little apprehensive. ”

"Yang Fan?"

Li Bao'er turned her head to look at her, and said to herself suspiciously, "What did he do when he saw the horse?" ”

Li Bao'er thought for a while and ordered: "Invite him to sit in the guest hall, and the palace will go to see him immediately!" ”

The internal steward agreed, and quickly slipped away, Li Bao'er looked at the little palace maid with swollen cheeks and bleeding from the corners of her mouth angrily, and said viciously: "Keep fighting, tell her to have a long memory!" After speaking, he shook the sleeves of his robe and raised his voice: "Come on, wait for the palace to change clothes!" ”

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(To be continued......)