The carriage crunched and walked along the Chang'an street in the dark.

There was silence all around, and only the sound of the guards' horse hooves stomping across the bluestone floor were heard.

Zhang Yue sat in the carriage and looked down at the little girl from the Jin family.

"Your name is a young man?"

"Yi!" The girl quickly stood up, looking very nervous: "I am a famous young man..."

"Have you read a book?" Zhang Yue asked in a low voice.

"Report to my husband, my father taught me to learn the Book of Songs during his lifetime..." The girl's little hand quietly grabbed the corner of her skirt, and her inner tension seemed to reach its peak.

There is no way, who doesn’t know about Zhang Chiyou’s reputation?

As an educated woman, Jin Shaofu is certainly aware of her role and status.

From the moment she stepped out of her uncle's house and got on the man's carriage, her fate was beyond her control.

And it all depends on the man in front of you.

The other party’s joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness even determines one’s own joy, anger, and happiness.

At this moment, the story of Princess Shaojiang even appeared in Jin Shaofu's heart.

Shaojiang was the youngest daughter of Duke Jing of Qi during the Spring and Autumn Period. She was beautiful and beautiful.

However, in order to flatter the overlord at that time, Duke Jing of Qi sent Shao Jiang to Jin State.

As a result, Shao Jiang arrived in Jin in April and died suddenly in July.

Duke Jing of Qi didn't even dare to let go of a fart. He even immediately sent Yan Zi to Duke Ping of Jin when he heard the news, for fear that he would anger the other party and cause trouble to Qi!

Now, although the man in front of him is not Duke Ping of Jin, her uncle is not Duke Jing of Qi.

However, she was still nervous and frightened.

"The Book of Songs..." Zhang Yue didn't know these things. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Which poem are you reading?"

Mr. Jin seemed a little embarrassed to open his mouth, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "Chu Shi..."

"Oh..." Zhang Yue nodded in appreciation: "It's very good..."

"The three schools of poetry speak of things, Mao's poetry speaks of aspirations, and Chu's poetry speaks of the world!"

"It's just a bit biased. The literati have too strong habits. It's appropriate for young women to read it!"

Today, the School of the Book of Songs is divided into five.

In addition to the later overlord Mao poetry school and the current overlords Qi, Lu and Han poetry, there is also a former overlord, the now declining Chu poetry school.

The Chu Poetry School is one of the most unique schools in the Confucian school now.

It is also known as the two extremes within Confucianism.

The Si Meng School is known as the direct lineage of Mencius, and the essence of Mencius is inherited.

The Chu Poetry School originated from the father and son of King Yuan of Chu, and was known as the true teaching of Xunzi.

The Si Meng School is the most extreme fundamentalist Xia nationalists within Confucianism. They held up Mencius's divine lord and shouted, "I heard that those who used Xia to change the barbarians, but I have never heard of those who used the barbarians to change the barbarians."

In their eyes, the four barbarians have completely lost all their rights as ‘humans’.

The Chu Poetry School is a representative of "there is no distinction between teachings and no distinction".

At its peak, with the support of King Yuan of Chu and his son, scholars from this school were spread all over the world, and even went deep into Jiaozhi, Rinan and Southwest Yi areas to spread Confucianism.

In Zhang Yue's opinion, both the Si Meng School and the Chu Poetry School are too extreme.

One is the extreme right and the other is the extreme left.

Fortunately, it is not one of these two that are in power now, otherwise the Han Dynasty would be in trouble.

But existence is reasonable, and the Han Dynasty does require multiple sounds.

Therefore, Zhang Yue was too lazy to care about them.

Young Master Jin listened to Zhang Yue's evaluation, Yingying bowed and said, "What the husband said is..."

However, in my heart, I may not be convinced.

While talking, the carriage arrived at the gate of Zhang Mansion and stopped.

Zhang Yue lifted the curtain of the car, reached out his hand, held Jin Shaofu's soft and erotic, and said with a gentlemanly manner: "Young man, you're home..."

When Mr. Jin heard this, his little face became a little shy.

But a woman born in a big family like her had already received a good education. She picked up her skirt without being too shy, quietly grabbed Zhang Yue's big hand, and followed her off the carriage.

Zhang Yue held the little girl's hand and felt as soft as nothing, extremely smooth, as if he was holding a warm jade.

"What about the evil feudal society!" Zhang Yue shook his head in his heart. Fortunately, he was no longer a ruling class.

otherwise……

At this time, when the Tian He brothers heard the sound in the mansion, they immediately opened the door, then came forward and bowed: "Welcome the lord back to the mansion..."

Then, they saw a strange girl being led by her lord and looked at her in surprise.

"This is the young man..." Zhang Yue put a little force and brought the young man Jin to them and introduced him to them: "Your mistress, I will not be in Chang'an in the future. You should follow the young man's arrangements for the affairs in this mansion..."

"No!" Brother Tian He quickly paused his head, and then bowed to Mr. Jin: "The villain Tian He (Tianshui) has met his mistress..."

Young Master Jin listened, as if he had eaten honey inside. She turned around and ordered the two maids following behind her, "Reward!"

Immediately someone took the gifts that had been prepared long ago and rewarded them to the Tian He brothers.

Zhang Yue saw it, nodded slightly, then took Mr. Jin's hand and walked into the mansion.

Brother Tian He hurriedly brought people up to help Mr. Jin's maid and servant transport things.

Soon they carried boxes of all sizes and followed.

Zhang Yue took Mr. Jin and walked straight to his bedroom, then turned back to the girl and said, "From the way, this is the man's home!"

"Yi!" Jin Shaofu Yingying bowed, then took off the face towel that had been covering her face, blinked her eyes, and looked at this brand new environment and a brand new family.

This also made Zhang Yue see her appearance for the first time.

It's really beautiful!

The girl in front of her looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was an absolute old unmarried woman before the B.C.

The legal age for marriage stipulated in the Han law is fourteen years old, and the state stipulates that women who are over 16 years old and who are not married will be charged five times.

If you are still not married at the age of eighteen or even twenty, you may face forced distribution from the government!

Therefore, women surrogately ripened very precociously.

Like Mr. Jin, he has developed very maturely.

Although his figure is slender, there is no small one in the place that should be big.

It can almost be said that if the shoulders are shaved, the waist is as simple as possible.

In the eyes of a pair of phoenixes, the blue eyes were like autumn water, with cloudy hair hanging in the ears, extending the neck and neck, and showing white texture, which was breathtaking.

Under the cute nose, a small cherry mouth opened slightly due to curiosity, revealing its tender and pure red inner, which is indeed a rare beauty.

Moreover, when you get close to it, you can smell a girlish fragrance.

It makes people involuntarily give birth to pure and cute ideas.

In comparison, the milk tea sister in later generations is probably just like this.

"It seems that I'm about to be face-blind..." Zhang Yue smiled softly, remembering the meme.

"What did the husband say?" Mr. Jin didn't quite understand.

Zhang Yue laughed, gently hugged the girl's body, and said, "A celebrity once said: I don't know my wife's beauty, it's just because I'm blind..."

……………………………………

The next day, early in the morning, the sunlight fell from the windowsill to the bedroom floor.

Zhang Yue opened his eyes and looked down at the girl curled up in his arms like a princess.

I kissed the other person's forehead gently and sniffed deeply, and the fragrance of orchids and musk instantly filled my heart.

Zhang Yue looked at her and suddenly laughed: "It turns out that the Gentle Land is a hero's tomb!"

Since entering politics, he hasn't slept so late for a long time.

but……

Isn’t men born like this?

Even Confucius said: Food and sex are also nature.

However, the difference between a boy and a man is that a man knows when to work and when to enjoy himself, while a boy cannot tell the difference.

Zhang Yue walked out of the bed gently, and the two maids who had been standing by the side immediately took Zhang Yue's clothes and came forward to him, dressed for him.

Seeing this, Zhang Yue shook his head slightly, took the clothes and put them on himself.
To be continued...