I took the imperial examination in the red building

Chapter 147

A letter was written over and over again seven or eight times, but was overturned by Lin Huan.

At the beginning, he wanted to tell a lie to explain the existence of these books, but he bit his pen and thought about it, how could he lie to Brother Juan? !

In the end, I honestly wrote down my mental journey after discovering the book, and explained the source of the book.

It was sent out with a few pages of eloquence.

After half a month, the reply came, still a few short lines, only three words about the little pornography incident he mentioned - I got it.

Lin Huan frowned.

"Why?" He asked the live broadcast room, "Didn't I explain it to Brother Juan? Why did he only write me so few letters?"

[Sweetheart: maybe emm is really busy? 】

[A disagreement: We don't know too well, we don't know Brother Juan as well as you do, think about it yourself? 】

[Cabbage Tofu Nao: Anyway, something is wrong, very wrong. 】

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Lin Huan could only give up and turned his head to think for himself.

As a result, I didn't even think about why.

Lin Daiyu came to him, saw him sitting by the window, and thought he was stupid: "If you want me to say, you should also go out for a stroll, because you have been holding back in the house for several days because of a letter, and everyone has become dumbfounded." , If you let Mr. know about this, you will be the one appointed."

Lin Huan sighed: "I don't have the heart to go out now."

Lin Daiyu looked at him: "Why are you not in the mood? Why, hasn't Mr.'s letter arrived yet?"

Lin Huan said it.

Lin Daiyu was even more surprised: "In the past, you were so listless because the sir's letter hadn't arrived yet, and you kept looking forward to it. Why did you still look so listless when it arrived?"

Lin Huan showed a puzzled expression: "Is there?"

Lin Daiyu affirmed: "Yes, look at you, in a month, at the beginning of the month and at the end of the month, you are the happiest, because at that time you can always receive letters from Mr. That's why I said you're going to take a walk outside."

Lin Huan scratched his head, feeling that he couldn't think of anything anyway, and it's okay to go out for a walk: "Then I'll go for a walk, will you go?"

Lin Daiyu shook her head: "I'm talking to my father at home, besides, I'm tired of seeing the scenery of Yangzhou, you go."

Lin Huan had no choice but to go by himself.

Lin Daiyu went to his study to find two books to pass the time.

Although Lin Huan has a cleanliness habit, he seldom has such a problem in front of Brother Juan and Sister Lin, and they often take books from each other.

Lin Daiyu took a look, and opened a book he had laid down on the desk.

If you look closely at the cover, it is a history book, but when you open it, it is "The Romance of the West Chamber".

As a show of loyalty, Lin Huan sent back a box of little pornographic books to Brother Juan, leaving only a few less explicit ones, which the live broadcast room said could be read, and kept them to pass the time.

I'm curious today, and I've seen half of it.

Only now did Lin Daiyu pick it up.

It was the first time for her to see such a thing as a storybook, she had never touched it before, and she was fascinated by it for a while.

On the other side, Lin Huan went out for a stroll.

He looked left and right, and wandered into a temple.

When I arrived, I saw the three big characters of Bodhi Temple, and realized that it sounded familiar. After thinking about it, I seemed to have seen it somewhere.

When he got to the yard and saw a huge crooked-neck tree, he suddenly realized - isn't this written in Brother Juan's travel notes?

Two years ago, he asked Brother Juan for travel notes, and after that he read them one after another. It seemed that he had visited many famous mountains and historic sites with Brother Juan. Now seeing this huge tree with a crooked neck is quite a bit strange. The feeling of revisiting the old place.

He thought for a while, went in and lit a stick of incense.

After burning incense and coming out, I ran into an old monk in the middle.

Lin Huan remembered what was said in Brother Juan's travel notes - the old monk in this temple is quite efficacious, but he rarely tells fortunes. He always sits at the gate of the temple with his eyes squinted, as if he would never wake up.

Lin Huan squatted in front of him and took a look, and said to the live broadcast room: "I think what Brother Juan said is very wrong, he obviously just has small eyes."

As a result, the old monk opened his eyes as if he had heard his words.

Lin Huan: "..."

Can't really hear it?

He is a little guilty.

As a result, the old monk glanced at him, shook his head, and closed his eyes again.

Lin Huan was confused, and asked, "Why did the master only look at me?"

He remembered what said in Brother Juan's travel notes that the old monk opened his eyes in front of him, saying that he was a destined person, so he told his fate, why did he close his eyes when he came here?

The old monk closed his eyes, took his hand and wrote a word: stupid.

Then it doesn't move anymore.

[Sweetheart: Crazy?Does it mean that Huanbao must ask for an answer? 】

[A disagreement: I don't know, maybe?However, Cao Lao wrote "A Dream of Red Mansions" and said that the author is said to be idiot, whoever understands what he means, in fact, everyone in the Red Mansion is an idiot. 】

Lin Huan couldn't figure it out, and walked away holding hands tightly.

After returning home, he still wrote a letter to Brother Juan, telling about the encounter with the old monk today, and emphatically asking the idiot what happened.

After writing the letter and sending it out, he had a dream.

In the dream, it was no longer the tired brother when he was a child, but the grown-up - the tired brother he had never seen before.

He was holding the palm in his hand, a thin, long one made of oak.

He had seen it in Wang Juren's hand before, but it was different from Brother Juan's. Wang Juren's was a long and wide board.

When Lin Huan memorized the wrong books when he was a child, Wang Juren would slap his hand.

But after Brother Juan became his husband, he has never been hit by such a hand again.

But it seems that this thing is the standard equipment of the husband. Many gentlemen in the Imperial College also have this. Later, Brother Juan also got one, but it has never been used.

Lin Huan even played with it.

At this moment, Brother Juan in the dream is pinching his hands, and he can't see his expression clearly.

Lin Huan shouted, "Brother Juan?"

Shen Juan's faint voice sounded: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Lin Huan: "Ah? Did you know something was wrong?"

Shen Juan seemed to be angry: "Don't you think you are right?"

Lin Huan was at a loss, thinking that dreams are always so nonsensical, without cause and effect?

He thought about it, and it was a dream anyway, so he sat cross-legged on the ground and asked, "What did I do wrong?"

As a result, Shen Juan in the dream didn't seem to have any intention of explaining to him, but instead stretched out his hand to grab him and sneered, "You take it off yourself, or should I do it?"

Lin Huan: "????"

He was bewildered.

In the next second, he was pressed onto a pair of legs.

Brother Juan's legs are strong and powerful, with a thin layer of muscles covering them, giving them warmth.

However, Lin Huan didn't have time to feel it. In the next second, his pants were taken off, and his butt/ass was hit by a cold and slender hand.

Lin Huan lay on Shen Juan's lap and widened his eyes.

"Brother Tired!"

The people behind him were unmoved, and were still asking him, "Do you know you were wrong?"

Lin Huan: "..."

Why would he be beaten in his dream? !

The point is, why is the tactility of this prototype so clear?

Didn't you say that it is not obvious when you are dreaming?Why can he still feel that he is being beaten?

It's too much!

Then, he heard Brother Juan say, "How dare you lose your mind when you are being punished? Huh?"

Lin Huan: "..."

I think Brother Tired, your character design seems to have collapsed...

Or, his subconscious brother Juan, is the persona like this?

Holding the palm and asking him if he knew he was wrong...?

Lin Huan's mind went blank.

-

"Snapped!"

Lin Huan wanted to cry but had no tears: "Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore, I know I was wrong."

The next hand plank did not fall, but Lin Huan always felt that it was hanging in the air, which made him feel as if his heart had also been lifted in the air, hanging up and down. That kind of fear and anticipation grated his scalp Numb.

"What's wrong?"

"I, I shouldn't be curious, read those books!" Lin Huan cried, "I will never read them again."

In the next moment, Shen Juan's hand landed where it should have been.

His hands were scorching hot, and there was wet water in the palms, like sweat—Lin Huan was stunned for a moment, why did Brother Juan have sweat in the palms of his hands?He is nervous?or something else?

The sweat drenched his palms and softened a little of the calluses on his hands.

Lin Huan was thinking wildly.

In the next second, he felt the softened callus and quickly rubbed it on his body.

A feeling like an electric shock rushed into Lin Huan's heart.

"!"

It was bright outside.

Lin Huan sat up abruptly from the bed.

In the yard, Fu Que was leading the little girl to water the flowers. The morning breeze slipped in through the window and covered Lin Huan's sweaty face, bringing a slight chill.

Lin Huan reached out and wiped his face.

The wet sweat made him have a bad association.

He thought about the dream just now, and felt absurd for a while.

[Yinqiao Pian: Good morning, Huanbao!wake up? 】

[The pigs ran away: Hey, did Huanbao have a nightmare?Why are you sweating all over your head? 】

[A disagreement: What's wrong with Huanbao?Why do you look flustered? 】

[Jin Jin doesn't care about it: Strange... usually the first thing Huanbao does when he wakes up is to say hello to us, why is he sitting on the bed stupidly today? 】

Lin Huan didn't notice what they were saying at all.

With trembling hands, he patted his face to make sure if he was dreaming.

"hiss--"

hurts a little.

So you were really dreaming just now?

He dreamed that Brother Juan punished him with a hand stick?Spanked him, and... rubbed him? !

Lin Huan was shocked.

Can't you? !

How dare he? !

So cold... In his heart, the sacred and inviolable Brother Juan... Why, in his dream, there is such a strange character.

Could it be that he has watched "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Peony Pavilion" too much?I dreamed that I became Liu Mengmei, and Brother Juan became Du Liniang. Did the two of them go on a tryst in the dream?

Lin Huan trembled.

Could it be that he has been thinking about Brother Juan Xiao for a long time?

This, he didn't even dare to think about it.

I always feel that this dream is too bizarre.

He forcibly put aside his thoughts, ready to get up and run two laps to calm down.

Before he lifted the quilt, he felt something was wrong.

He glanced down, and quickly turned off the live broadcast room.

[Sweetheart:? ? ?Why did you shut down the live broadcast all of a sudden? 】

[Cabbage Tofu Nao: Woke up late, what happened?How did Huanbao download it? 】

[Tutu's ears: I don't know either, Huan Bao woke up early in the morning and was so stupid, he didn't say a word when he called him, and then he just turned off the live broadcast room. 】

[A disagreement: Weird. 】

[Silent: You don't understand... Huan Bao is almost sixteen, and has grown up...]

Lin Huan didn't know what they were talking about.

There is only one thought in his mind now - he is finished!

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