Sitting in the same car, traveling on a rainy night.
The shadows of the lights outside the canopy shone into the car, flickering.
Mu Wanyao leaned against the wall of the car, closed her eyes, and ignored Yan Shang. Yan Shang had covered her legs with a blanket when she got on the car, and now he lowered his head to move the incense in the incense burner on the small table. He was so busy that he had nothing else to do, so he looked at Mu Wanyao.
Mu Wan ignored him after getting in the car, which made him feel a little disappointed. He originally thought that since he came to pick her up, she would always make some jokes to him or tease him.
However, Yan Shang saw her sitting with her eyes closed, and felt sorry for her because she might be tired after fighting with the King of Jin, so he shouldn't disturb her. Besides, it was rare to see Mu Wanyao so quiet and well-behaved. When she came close with her eyes open, he had to mobilize his mind to deal with her. When she closed her eyes and pretended to be well-behaved, Yan Shang's mind would not be so confused.
He rested his elbows on the table and stared at her. The light from outside fell in, and he couldn't help but look at her quietly. The more he looked, the softer his eyes became, and the more he liked her.
What he liked was to watch quietly, with a smile on his lips, and not to come and provoke her.
Mu Wanyao suddenly asked: "What are you looking at?"
Yan Shang was startled.
His eyelashes trembled violently, and he saw Mu Wanyao, who was sitting opposite him, opened her eyes and looked at him. There was a mischievous, teasing smile on the corner of her lips, and it was this ambiguous smile that made Yan Shang's brain like a paste.
He lowered his head and tried to remain calm: "I didn't see anything."
Mu Wan shook her head: "I don't believe it."
Yan Shang: "Really... Ahem, I'm thinking about something."
Mu Wanyao arched her eyebrows, rested her chin on her hand leisurely, and leaned over to lean on the table. There was a mechanism under the table that could rotate. Mu Wanyao leaned over, and her face was just a little distance away from Yan Shang, and they were breathing in each other's arms.
Yan Shang sat up straight without making any expression, which made Mu Wan raise her eyebrows and laugh at him. His face was a little hot, but he pretended not to notice her teasing at his shyness, and gritted his teeth to make an excuse for himself: "I was thinking about writing poetry."
Mu Wan was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean by poetry?"
After hearing what Lang Shang said, he realized that he might be able to take advantage of this good opportunity to ask Mu Wanyao for advice. He went to Beili many times to teach Chunniang how to write calligraphy and compose poetry. Chunniang's progress was getting faster and faster, and his meager talent in composing poetry was no longer enough.
Yan Shang frowned: "When officials interact with each other, they always compose poems to entertain themselves during banquets. Does Your Highness also compose poems when you entertain officials?"
Mu Wan shook her head: "Yes, it is. It's not difficult. It's easy."
Yan Shang: “…”
Why can't he just do it?
Do you have to prepare in advance every time?
Yan Shangwei was a little frustrated and remained silent. Then, he felt someone kicking his knee. He looked down and saw a slender, upturned, delicate and white jade foot resting on his knee under the dim desk, rubbing it gently.
The pearl shoes were thrown under the skirt.
When he saw her feet, his face flushed red, and he wanted to move his knees away, but as soon as he moved, she pressed against his legs. In an instant, blood rushed down, and Yan Shang's face was no longer flushed, but almost boiled.
sky.
It can actually be like this... Yan Shang thought confusedly, feeling both painful and exciting.
His body trembled and he leaned against the wall, looking at her. She still had a smile on her face, as if she had no idea what she was doing.
Mu Wan stepped on the tiptoes and saw him tilt his head back to breathe, holding the table with his hands. She looked down and saw the veins on the back of his hands bulged and stretched. She smiled subtly and asked seriously, "What's wrong? You can't write poetry?"
After a while, Yan Shang finally said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "Yes, yes..."
Mu Wan shook her toes hard, and he groaned and fell on the table. His shoulders trembled for a while, and he looked up at her, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his eyes were red. He reached out to pull her, and said softly and with difficulty: "Shake..."
Some begging.
Mu Wan turned her body to the side to prevent him from touching her hand. She continued in a serious tone, "I'm asking you a question, why are you distracted? I'm so serious about whether you can write a poem, but you're thinking about something cheap. Second brother Yan, you've changed."
Yan Shang smiled bitterly.
He endured for a while, and when she didn't continue to make trouble, he covered his pounding heart and answered her in a hoarse voice: "Do you think I am not very talented? I see that you don't read much, but every time you write poetry, it is so good. And I always prepare in advance, and when I really need to use it, it is also a mediocre work."
Mu Wanyao pretended to be surprised: "Eh, I thought you were being mediocre on purpose? I know you like to blend in with the crowd the most and don't want to be noticed."
Yan Shang's voice was a little dry, unlike his usual slow and measured speech: "I have to have that kind of ability to pretend to be moderate, right? I am moderate to begin with... Your Highness, what's wrong with me that I can't write a good poem?"
Mu Wan looked at him. His eyelashes were a little wet, and his shoulders were shaking slightly because of desire. He wanted to reach out several times, but he held back. But at the same time, he was also answering her questions seriously.
Obviously, his poor poetry writing was a big blow to Yan Shang. He probably thought at first that he just read too little, so he couldn't write good poetry; but now he reads every day, gets the teacher's teachings, and has read countless good works, but he still can't write good poetry.
People who have high demands on themselves will naturally doubt what is wrong with themselves.
He just wants to be a perfect person.
Mu Wanyao stopped joking and answered him seriously: "The reason you can't write good poems is not because you haven't read enough books, nor because you haven't been focused or attentive enough. You have been attentive enough... Second Brother Yan, it is impossible for you to write good poems, so don't count on it."
Yan Shang pursed his lips, a little unwilling: "Why are you so sure that I can't write it?"
Mu Wan Yao said slowly: "There are three factors in writing poetry. One is that you have experienced uneasy things and you are inspired by them. The second is that you have a bold imagination and wander in a strange way. The third is that you are sensitive and you cry when you hear the flowers fall. See which one you meet? Do you have a complicated life experience that is enough to be emotional, or are you sensitive enough to feel sad about the passing of spring and autumn? Or do you have some bold imagination that can be expressed through poetry?"
She stared at him. "You have none of that."
Mu Wan curled the corners of his lips and said, "After a few years of experiencing this in life, maybe you can write a poem that is truly worthy of being passed down through the ages. I don't think you can do it in this lifetime, and you don't have to count on it. As for imagination, I'm not saying anything bad about you, Second Brother Yan, with your poor imagination, you'd better give up on this idea.
"You are taking the practical path, not the path of bold imagination. Your imagination is simply not good enough."
Yan Shang paused for a long time and said, "Isn't it as bad as I imagined?"
Mu Wan shook his head and thought that this person who had no imagination about sex actually thought he was not bad.
She said nothing, but retracted her jade feet, leaving her knees open.
The pressure was gone, and the happiness was gone with it. The corners of his eyes were still red, and he looked up at her blankly, feeling a little lost, and then he saw her turn half of her shoulder and open the small window next to her, letting in some of the rain outside.
The scalding atmosphere in the car was cooled by the coolness of the rain. Yan Shang closed his eyes, leaned on the table, and took a deep breath.
Mu Wan knocked on the window with her knuckles, and Yan Shang looked up. She gestured for him to look at the rain outside and asked, "What do you compare the rain to?"
Yan Shang asked in a rambling and stubborn tone, "Like, like a curtain?"
Mu Wan sneered: "It's just the comparison made by our predecessors, and you say that. You don't have your own ideas at all."
Yan Shang looked at her blankly: "Then how would you compare?"
Mu Wan shook: "Hmm... It's like flying, like the Milky Way scattering stars, like fighting against the current, like... the hair of Second Brother Yan."
Yan Shang was stunned, and Mu Wan shook her head and winked at him. She reached under the dark and twisted the hook, and the table began to turn to the side. Yan Shang had no choice but to sit up straight and not lean on the table. He was a little embarrassed, because once he sat up straight, he couldn't stop his body from reacting...
He looked down uncomfortably, then looked at Mu Wanyao anxiously. However, Mu Wanyao didn't seem to notice that. She pushed the table away and came towards him with her waist bent.
Yan Shang moved aside to make room for her, but she pressed his shoulders and knelt on his legs. He shook, and she didn't kneel properly, so she slipped off his legs.
Mu Wan shook her head unhappily: "Second Brother Yan, help me!"
Yan Shang sighed, and had to reach out and hold her thin waist, helping her kneel in his arms, allowing her to use the kneeling position to be much taller than him. She held his face, lowered her head and let him look up.
Mu Wan waved her warm and tender fingers and caressed his face.
Her thin, white, and soft fingers brushed across his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips: "Brother's eyebrows are like spring light, lingering in my heart; Brother's eyes are like a clear lake under the moonlight, which makes me look in the mirror and feel happy; Brother's nose is like an autumn knife, killing me without blinking; Brother's mouth is soft, like fruit pulp, which makes me want to kiss it."
Yan Shang looked up at her in a daze.
The golden light outside fell into his eyes, and a small image of her was reflected in the galaxy.
His hand tightened around her waist, and Mu Wanyao saw his throat rolling, and red spread under his white skin. He came closer and wanted to kiss her, but Mu Wanyao stretched out her finger and pressed it on her lips.
Mu Wan smiled and tilted her head, looking at him coquettishly: "Am I good enough?"
Yan Shang: “Yeah.”
Mu Wan shook her head in dissatisfaction: "You are so perfunctory."
Yan Shang didn't know what to say anymore. His chest was swelling. He pulled apart her thin fingers and wanted to raise his head to kiss her. But she smiled and refused, trying to hide behind him. However, he held her waist so that she couldn't hide. Yan Shang's lips fell on her neck, and she trembled slightly.
Mu Wan shook her head and looked at his confused expression.
Mu Wan shook shyly: "You can continue down."
Yan Shang looked up at her, his eyes were moist and his eyelashes curled up like flying feathers.
Mu Wan raised her hand and touched her forehead, saying, "Meng Zaishi kissed me here today."
Yan Shang's expression froze for a moment, and he held her hand. Mu Wan glanced at him and said, "You can kiss me from here all the way to my heart. It's all yours."
Normally he would have hesitated, but he was already very uncomfortable after being provoked by her just now; and she suddenly mentioned Meng Zaishi, which made him feel uncomfortable in the morning. Moreover, she pointed at his forehead, and the beautiful girl he liked was kneeling in his arms, Yan Shang couldn't help it.
He pulled down her neck and kissed her forehead. Holding her small, soft body like a kitten in his arms, Yan Shang kissed her eyebrows and eyes, finely and densely, like rain.
He became a little excited, and his touch was a little out of control. His fingers trembled on her waist, and his breath reached her neck again, rubbing it again and again with a little discomfort.
Mu Wan lowered her eyes, put her hands on her neck, and played with the gauze to make it spread apart like running water.
The moonlight shines brightly on the mountain, and the white snow shines brightly, which is extremely beautiful. What else can climbers do except worship devoutly?
She closed her eyes and covered her chest, whispering, "Kiss here."
Yan Shang lowered his head and rested his forehead on her chest: "Yaoyao..."
Mu Wan shook: "Hmm?"
Yan Shang: "I, I..."
His breath was disordered, and his voice was also disordered. He was in a daze, but his eyes were too bright. The heat and dryness made him very familiar. He knew what it felt like. He was just embarrassed and ashamed. He just felt that they were in a carriage and they would be going back soon...
But he said humbly and pitifully: "I feel so bad..."
Mu Wan shook her head and tried not to laugh: "Don't hold it back, it's not like I don't want to."
Yan Shang: "But, but..."
He couldn't say "but", and compared to his hesitation, his girl was always bolder and more open than him. She ripped open his belt, stepped back and landed on the ground, this time, sitting on his lap. She lowered her head and played, and he wanted to stop her, but didn't want to. He tensed up, feeling both afraid and excited.
He was always like this, being pulled down by her time and again. He was a complete blank sheet of paper, always thinking that this was not good, that was not right, but he couldn't tell why it was not good, and he quoted the quotations of saints, but Mu Wanyao didn't listen and even complained that he was nagging.
Yan Shang leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder, and sighed. It was like being burned on fire. He held her waist with great strength, and Mu Wan shook it a little painfully, but she endured it and dared not say anything. She was afraid that if she said it, he would react and wake up, and he would not want to do this with her again.
She held his shoulders, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and bent down to kiss the sweat on his forehead.
Yan Shang began to worry again and held her wrist: "You, you..."
Mu Wanyao said softly, "What's the matter? Don't be afraid, no one will know. We are alone here, so be at ease. As long as we don't make any noise, no one will dare to come and see what's inside the princess' carriage, right? It's come to this, you can't stand it any longer."
He was so exhausted that his face became stiff. Mu Wan lowered her head and kissed him. She liked even his sweat.
Yan Shang: "No, you...you...when will your period come?"
Muwan was stunned.
Even someone like her was confused by his inexplicable questions.
She kissed his neck and said, "Why do you ask that?"
Yan Shang panted: "Chun Niang said that we can't do it before and after menstruation..."
Mu Wan shook his head and asked: "Who is Chun Niang?"
Her tone was a little cold, but he was in a state of confusion at the moment and didn't notice it. He just held her hand and looked at her confusedly: "I taught her calligraphy... What's wrong?"
Mu Wan shook: "Did you sleep with her?"
Yan Shang was startled and said, "How is that possible?"
He leaned against her and whispered, "You know, you are the only one for me... Yaoyao, don't torture me..."
Mu Wan's heart softened all of a sudden.
She wanted to wait until she could ask Fang Tong to find out later, because what a man said might not be the truth. But she still trusted Yan Shang. Besides, he rubbed against her like this, and Mu Wanyao smiled again. She lowered her head and kissed him for a while, and said, "So you didn't come to see me for so long because you were worried that I would get pregnant. I thought, you are so young, how could you not know the taste of sex, without any desire, without any thoughts. I thought you were the real Liu Xiahui."
Yan Shang looked over.
She kissed him and smiled, "You've made me doubt my charm, you know that?"
Yan Shang said shyly: "I think...but..."
He said dejectedly after a while: "I shouldn't have done that to you at that time."
If he hadn't done that wrong thing with her, he wouldn't have been thinking about it all the time today and been forced to this point. He knew he shouldn't do that, but he still wanted to.
Mu Wanyao was displeased: "Are you blaming yourself for your weak will, or are you blaming me for tempting you to fall?"
He wanted to speak, but Mu Wanyao was afraid that he would ruin the atmosphere again, so she covered his mouth and said, "Okay, don't say that, don't care about that little thing. I can give you contraceptive soup, don't worry about it."
Yan Shang pursed his lips: "I can't let you drink the contraceptive soup. It's not good for your health."
Mu Wanyao wondered how he suddenly knew it.
Keeping this in mind, it is probably related to the Chun Niang he mentioned. Mu Wanyao has roughly guessed that Yan Shang may have asked the prostitute about this matter, otherwise he would not know the harm this matter has caused to the woman...but Fang Tong will need to confirm it later.
According to Mu Wanyao's usual temper, she would definitely question Yan Shang on the spot. But now she always felt that she was not good enough to Yan Shang, so she didn't want to argue with him, but just wanted to double compensate him.
Mu Wanyao said, "It's okay. It's just a one-time thing. It won't produce a child. Don't you believe me?"
He was still unfamiliar with it, so he followed her lead and listened to her. He was obviously ashamed, but he still did it with her. He was just too afraid that people outside would hear the noise, so he covered her mouth and didn't dare to let her make a sound. He didn't dare to use force... He was holding back, but also felt happy.
The excitement of hiding in such a narrow and dark corner was a taboo that made both of them feel very excited.
Without saying anything, Mu Wan choked like a cat and leaned on his shoulder, almost crying.
But halfway through, she stopped again. Yan Shang was almost driven crazy by her, so he put his arm around her waist and pressed down. Mu Wanyao hurriedly said, "Don't move, don't move, I'm just asking you a question."
He was depressed: "Do you have to do it at this time?"
Mu Wanyao: "According to the rules, you should be promoted after the military exercise. Has the Secretariat made any arrangements for you?"
Yan Shang was vague: "I don't know, but my teacher said that I should be sent to leave the Secretariat and go to any of the six ministries of the Shangshu... What's wrong?"
Mu Wanyao had an idea in mind, so he said, "If I ask the emperor for your promotion and get you a better position this time, will you think I am humiliating you and blame me for being nosy?"
He managed to calm himself down and think about the meaning of her words.
Yan Shang whispered: "I don't blame you...but why did you ask for an official position for me? Didn't I say I didn't need it?"
Mu Wanyao felt relieved and said with a smile: "I will reward you."
Yan Shang was confused: "What reward do you give me?"
Mu Wanyao: "Reward you for letting me sleep."
Yan Shang paused for a while before saying, "...So that's how it is."
Mu Wan shook his head: "Unhappy? Look at you, you just said you were not unhappy."
Yan Shang sighed and said, "Don't do this again in the future. I don't want this to happen."
Mu Wan shook: "Hmm?"
He couldn't control himself and thrust forward a little, and after she screamed, he couldn't help but kiss her. He mumbled, "Sleeping with her once will get you a promotion. Isn't this a good deal? If you really want to do that, you might as well, you might as well... let me be your consort after eight or ten times."
Mu Wan shook his head and widened his eyes: "What did you say?!"
His face turned red, and he said, "Prince Consort! Why are you making fun of me like this... Can't I just ask for a proper status?"
Mu Wanyao quickly said that he could, but the time was not right yet... She always coaxed him, loved him and caressed him, telling him not to care about those things.
The rain drops are beating against the car doors and windows; the spring scenery is bright and beautiful.
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Walking on rainy nights is slower than usual, and because the gates are closed, people have to pass their badges one by one, so they can't get back to the mansion as quickly as usual.
Fang Tong and other guards followed the carriage on horseback. At the dark alley entrance, Fang Tong saw a young man standing at the alley entrance.
Fang Tong immediately drew his knife alertly: "Who's there?"
Yang Si, who was standing under the outer wall of the Princess Mansion to avoid the rain, raised his head and said lazily: "It's me."
Seeing that it was Yang Sanlang, Fang Tong put away his sword, and the guards dismounted and saluted. Yang Sanlang was about to walk towards the princess's carriage, and Fang Tong looked strange and stretched out his hand to stop him. But Yang Si was so skilled that he only fought him twice and then passed the guards and reached the carriage.
Yang Si knocked on the car door: "Shake it."
After a while, Mu Wanyao's unhappy voice came from inside: "Won't Fang Tong stop you?"
Yang Si: "You won't let me get in the car to talk?"
Mu Wan shook her head: "It's inconvenient! If you dare to get in the car, I will turn against you immediately!"
Yang Si raised his eyebrows.
He didn't care at first, but after she said that, he started to care. Raindrops fell on Yang Sanlang's body and face. Yang Si sneered, "Who are you cheating on me with? Are you afraid of being caught by me?"
Mu Wan shook his head in a tense voice: "What does it have to do with you?"
Yang Si shrugged and said, "Yaoyao, I'm leaving Chang'an."
Mu Wan shook her head for a while before she whispered, "Really? When? Did the prince agree?"
Yang Si grinned, "I know you understand me. I don't need to explain to you why. This is what I mean. I want to invite you to go to Ci'en Temple to watch a play. Do you want to go?"
Mu Wan shook: "Okay. Give me some time."
Yang Si talked to her across the carriage for a while, and when he said goodbye, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you really afraid to let me get in the carriage?"
Mu Wanyao was so angry that he said, "Get out of here!"
Yang Si laughed, turned around and left, and turned back to say jokingly: "Don't worry, remember to wipe your mouth clean if you eat secretly, I won't tell Yan Er."
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After the people left, Fang Tong reminded from outside: "Your Highness, the car is about to enter the alley. We have arrived at the mansion."
Mu Wanyao naturally understood what Fang Tong was reminding her of: "Yeah."
In the car, Yan Shang lowered his head, and he and she packed their clothes, neither of them spoke.
After a long while, Yan Shang finally couldn't help it, he gritted his teeth and said: "Tell me, people outside don't know what's going on inside!"
Mu Wan pretended to be innocent: "I don't know."
Yan Shang was a little angry: "Do you think I'm a fool? If he didn't know, why would Fang Tong remind you that you were almost at the alley? Why would he suddenly remind you like this? You are just...just making excuses for your misbehavior."
Mu Wan felt guilty and said nothing.
As they were talking, the carriage stopped.
Yan Shang got out of the car without any hesitation, and went back to the mansion in a rage without even holding an umbrella. Fang Tong held an umbrella for the princess and stood under the car, looking at the closed door of the mansion next door.
Fang Tong paused for a moment: "Your Highness, did you really make Erlang angry?"
Mu Wan shook her head uncertainly: "I guess... he's not really angry, right? Would a man be angry about this?"
Fang Tong said: "Your Highness asked me? Of course I won't be angry...but he is Yan Erlang."
Mu Wanyao remained silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Fang Tong said uneasily: "Your Highness, this...was it possible that I shouldn't have spoken just now?"
Mu Wan shook his head and sighed, "There's nothing we can do about it. You didn't know he was so smart. You just asked a question and he guessed it."
Fang Tong felt guilty: "Then I will go to Erlang to apologize next day."
Mu Wanyao said optimistically, "No need. You should pretend that nothing happened. If you go to apologize, he will be very embarrassed. I'd better go to apologize and coax him tomorrow. He has such a good temper, maybe he won't be angry after tonight."
The master and servant entered the mansion and discussed how to prepare gifts tomorrow to appease the husband who seemed angry.
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