I took the imperial examination in the red building

Chapter 169

After laughing for a while, Lin Huan suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait, why did she come to you? And give you Buddhist scriptures?"

He keenly felt that something was wrong: "You have contact with her? When did it happen? Why don't I know?"

Shen Juan said: "It's been a long time ago, and you just remembered to be jealous now?"

Lin Huan pouted: "Isn't it that I didn't like Mr. at that time? How can I pay attention to time when I'm jealous?"

He likes brother tired, no matter how far away the jealousy is, he can eat it well!

And at that time he was patronizing Mrs. Wang, how did he notice this?I didn't even ask who sent the Buddhist scriptures.

Lin Huan was very upset: "Brother Juan! Tell me, why did she find you?"

Shen Juan lowered his head and looked at him: "What else could be the reason? When I went to Jiangnan that year, I happened to live in her family's Zhuangzi. Something happened to their family, so I came here to ask for help without thinking. Clearly, my uncle helped, and I later found out that it was Tan's business."

Lin Huan hummed twice.

Shen Juan thought he was cute: "Why do you have to eat all kinds of vinegar?"

Lin Huan put his hands on his hips, but Shen Juan's hand was held on his waist, and his hand covered it, and he was pulled by the trend, and his fingers were interlocked.

"I've eaten vinegar everywhere!" Lin Huan kneaded Brother Juan's fingers, "I clearly haven't eaten vinegar once."

Shen Juan smiled: "Last time, who was jealous and annoyed because my classmate asked me a few questions?"

Lin Huan immediately frowned: "Then how many questions are there! Mr. clearly promised to take me to eat chicken pot that day, but he kept asking and asking, until it was dark and the chicken pot was closed. "

He was aggrieved: "I didn't say anything... Didn't I wait?"

His face was wrinkled together, wrinkled, and looked extraordinarily cute.

Shen Juan hurriedly coaxed: "Okay, I was wrong, next time I will say that I will take my little daughter-in-law to dinner, and ask if I have any questions later?"

Lin Huan poohed: "Who is your little daughter-in-law! Don't talk nonsense outside!"

"Who do you say is?"

Shen Juan pressed his hand that was about to move, and bit his mouth in this posture: "Who else is there besides you?"

He didn't give Lin Huan a chance to refute, and snatched the breath from his mouth.

Kissing each other, the two of them fell on the bed.

Lin Huan stretched out his hand to push, "It's still daytime..."

Shen Juan smiled sullenly, and leaned into Lin Huan's ear: "Then I won't kiss."

The scorching breath invaded the pinnae, and his ears were pink, and then slowly turned blood red.

Lin Huan swallowed, and stretched out his hand to scratch Shen Juan's palm: "It's all... halfway through the kiss."

Shen Juan kissed him again, and said while taking a breath, "Why did you taste a sour smell?"

That means he is still jealous!

Lin Huan was so angry that he grabbed the soft flesh on his arm.

When he got annoyed, Shen Juan stopped talking, lowered his head and kissed the little apprentice earnestly.

From being paralyzed on the bed, Lin Huan couldn't help hugging him tightly, his waist tightened upwards, against his tired waist.

"Sir..." Lin Huan panted, "I just wrote a poem, do you want to listen to it?"

Shen Juan hummed: "Listen."

Lin Huan read to Jia Yuanchun the poem he wrote at the provincial banquet.

Shen Juan listened and said, "It's not bad, but the rhyme is not good."

Lin Huan pinched a red bean by him: "What's wrong?"

Shen Juan held his hands lightly: "It's the same as your feeling now, how about you feel it?"

Feel... feel what?

Lin Huan held his breath and concentrated on his hands.

Hmm... It's neither light nor heavy, it's like scratching an itch, gently and softly.

Lin Huan blushed, bit his lip and said, "Too, too peaceful?"

Shen Juan kissed him: "Huan Bao has a great understanding."

He asked again: "When I taught you how to compose poetry, what did I say?"

Lin Huan's body was itchy from his rubbing, but he had no way to force him, so he could only force himself to divert his attention and think about what he said to himself: "We must make good use of rhymes, so that the poems have rhythm and the beauty of music... ?uh-huh……"

He snorted softly.

Shen Juan smiled: "It seems that Huan Bao said that he kept everything I said in his heart, it's not a lie."

He is sweet in his heart, but his hands are not forgiving at all: "Remember but you have to know how to use it. Examination for Jinshi is different from your examination for Juren. When you are admitted for Jinshi, the competitors are all outstanding students from various provinces and counties, and there are many of them. Talented people, some of them do very well in poetry, and are very popular with the examiners."

He was lecturing to him in a serious manner, but Lin Huan was humming, unable to listen.

Following the movements of Shen Juan's hands, his brain was slowly congested with blood, and his mind was completely empty, as if he was stepping on a cloud, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, with patches of snow-white softness in front of him, and he couldn't find a way forward at all. , also afraid of the suspension under the feet.

A line of tears was forced out of the corners of Lin Huan's eyes, light-colored transparent water trickled from the corners of his eyes, and the tears slipped into the bedding.

The wet touch passed over the face.

He felt his tears being licked away with a thousand treasures, and the tip of his tongue was soft and warm.

It slowly replaced the hand.

Lin Huan was completely brought into his rhythm.

The tired voice was muffled and vague: "This is the rhythm of poetry, do you understand?"

"Woo...understood!"

"Lightly gather, slowly twist, wipe, and pick again. At the beginning, it was a neon dress and then Liuyao. Like playing the pipa, poetry also pays attention to rhythm. Every word needs to be carefully considered. Between movement and stillness, pitching, can completely bring people into the situation. Shen Juan pulled his waist up, "This movement and stillness, between pitching and pitching, have you learned it?"

What movement, what pitch?

Lin Huan's mind was blank - he really wanted to not understand.

But strangely enough, he understood.

Under Shen Juan's guidance, he understood it by himself.

He covered his face and buried himself in the blanket.

Ahhh!What a shame!

He turned his back to Shen Juan, refusing to show his face.

Shen Juan didn't force him. Instead, he hugged him from this angle and closed his ears: "I think you've been playing for fun recently. I'm afraid you've forgotten all the knowledge I taught you before."

Lin Huan held his breath and mumbled, "No... how could I forget?"

Shen Juan pretended not to hear: "Why don't I teach you again? Let's start with poetry."

He lowered his waist, trying not to get in: "I have already told you about the artistic conception, level and rhyme, right?"

Lin Huan buried his face in the soft pillow and groaned.

The two exposed ears are red, like a rabbit.

"Then the next thing is fiction."

Lin Huan was thinking about how to teach the virtual and the real, when Shen Juan said: "When you write poetry, do you love the virtual or the real?"

Lin Huanxin said that I wrote so many poems under your hands, don't you know if I prefer to use the empty or the practical?

Just trying to seduce him.

He closed his mouth tightly, refusing to reveal his breath.

Shen Juan bit his shoulder lightly, sucking out a patch of dark red and light red, like a drunken blush, looking pitiful and cute, so he didn't care if he didn't answer Mr.'s question.

"I see that you like to use real scenes such as flowers, plants and trees, but you rarely write about your feelings." Shen Juan smiled to himself: "Could it be love reality?"

While speaking, he sent in half a head.

Lin Huan was so startled that his waist went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"gentlemen!"

Shen Juan frowned: "Could it be that you don't like it?"

He backed out again: "Then why do you always use so much in the past?"

What are you using?What did he use?

Lin Huan didn't dare to think about it, he always felt that every word of Brother Juan had a deep meaning, but he didn't dare to search for it.

Shen Juan watched as a thin layer of sweat formed on his face.

"The combination of fiction and reality is serious." He put his hands under his head while interlacing the virtual and the real, rubbing the two points that had been neglected since just now.

Let it go when it's firm, and squeeze it tightly if it's weak.

After a while, Lin Huan cried and said "I learned it".

But Shen was tired and tired, and it was rare to see him begging for mercy like this, greedily wanting to watch for a while: "It's not dark yet, let's study a little longer? What's more, I haven't finished my poem yet."

Lin Huan was speechless.

He was trembling and did not dare to move.

Usually, Brother Juan didn't torture people like this.

Tears were forced out of the corners of his eyes, which were dazzling red, very different from the obedient and soft head held up in the past.

Shen Juan thought of their first time again.

Lin Huan pinched himself and invited him with blinking eyes.

"Touch me, touch me, please..."

Shen Juan's self-control collapsed at that moment, as if there was a spirit whispering in his ear: "You touch him!! What kind of master-student ethics, what kind of attention from the world, what do you care about it? He is yours Little apprentice, the little apprentice you have raised, as long as you touch him, he can soften into a puddle of water and let you do whatever you want."

"you love him so much."

I love him so much.

Shen Juan showed a smile, and suddenly bumped into it.

Then he snapped his head off and blocked all his gasps and gasps with his mouth.

As if some mechanism had been turned on, he moved swiftly and powerfully, smashing Lin Huan's voice into pieces, piece by piece, the small and broken voices fell into the bed, and were caught in the gap of the pillow.

When Lin Huan couldn't help crying, and was tensing his body and wanted to crawl away, he fished him back, finally slowed down, and dawdled.

He couldn't help kissing his lover, and then remembered the lessons he hadn't finished.

"Poetry has a poetic eye, but your poems often don't." He read Lin Huan's poems slowly while looking for the eye, "Sometimes there is, but it's hidden too deep. When you read it, Mr. It’s hard to see, and you have to work hard to find it.”

Lin Huan was dizzy, and when he resisted himself, he couldn't help gasping: "Sir... Didn't the sir teach me to hide it?"

Shen Juan said "Huh?"

He said, "I don't remember."

Lin Huan was annoyed, but before he had time to speak, he felt sore in his back.

Then, he released it in the voice of Shen Juan reciting poems.

A faint fishy/bad smell filled the air.

Lin Huan was too ashamed to look up.

Obviously he just came to ask about Miaoyu, how... how did he evolve to compose poetry, and come to this point again?

He bit his lip.

However, no matter how shy he is, he still has to attend the tired class.

"Poetry is different from words. Words also need to pay attention to the changes in sentence patterns, length and speed..."

The turbulent feeling filled his heart again, and Lin Huan was crying.

"Sir, let's stop studying, okay?"

Shen Juan smiled, but rejected him: "Learning never stops."

Lin Huan: "..."

Go to your endless learning! !

The author has something to say: See what you all want to learn

就，教一下……感谢在2021-10-1908:44:36~2021-10-1920:25:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 12 bottles of murmur; 10 bottles of mousse; 4 bottles of Lin Daoyi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard