"The Greatest Taoist Talk of the World" is a medical book, which is a kind of health book. Even the Supreme Tao is called because the Han people are not only not shy about nature, but also highly respected it. The art of room is not only related to childbirth, but also an important part of the harmony of husband and wife and family harmony. It is also a fairy way of being healthy and even immortal. It is normal for women in the boudoir to collect such books, and it is not surprising that they are more direct than this. However, as Cai Yan's identity, it is unusual to write pictures and annotate such books for such books.

This is comparable to the spring picture drawn by Tang Bohu. Of course, the realm of both sides is high and inferior. Tang Bohu is just superb in his skills, and is essentially a kind of macho mentality that objects women. Cai Yan should not have such an idea. She is more of an academic research.

But Sun Ce was still curious about Cai Yan's academic research. He held Mi Lan and sat back in front of the desk, and while flipping through the theory, he practiced on Mi Lan. Mi Lan's face was red and he could not answer the questions properly. He was a little angry and leaned on Sun Ce's shoulder, biting his earlobe lightly, panting.

"Husband, what do you want?"

Sun Ce pointed to one of the pictures. "I want you to do this." Mi Lan looked at her in a sneak attack and suddenly became shy. "This... this is so shameful."

"No, no shame." Sun Ce said, lifting Mi Lan with both hands, turning her back to her, and sitting in her arms. Mi Lan didn't wear much clothes, and it was just a robe in her boudoir. It was fine if she could see and feel her clothes faintly, but it was still empty inside. Sun Ce just lifted her clothes to the waist and untied her coat, and the two of them would be able to connect and get close to each other. Mi Lan spread her legs and straddled Sun Ce's legs, feeling Sun Ce's firmness and passion. Before the war had begun, she was already wet.

"You're not good." Sun Ce hugged her, his fingers wandered on her lower abdomen, and teased.

"Husband...husband, don't let me... make a fool of myself." Mi Lan was confused and raised her hands, hugged Sun Ce's head, turned her head to kiss Sun Ce, her breath was heavy, and the fragrance was swaying. As her name was, her body had a light fragrance, especially when she was moved, it was even more intense.

"You are not ugly at all." Sun Ce kissed her back. "Especially now, you are the most beautiful."

"Really? I...I think it's beautiful too." Mi Lan hugged Sun Ce, slim waist, and she was a little awkward at first, and gradually became proficient. Her cherry lips opened slightly, and her breath was like orchid. Sun Ce was moved and wanted to go straight in, but after a few years he came to this world, under the guidance of Yuan Quan, he also had some understanding of the art of room art. He knew that patience was important at this time, happiness was like wine, the longer it brewed, the more fragrant it became. If it was difficult to communicate with the gods like Jiuying, it would be unclear whether it could be communicated with the gods, but the comfort that was transparent inside and outside was definitely not comparable to fast food.

There is a similar truth in psychology. The more you can control your desires, the more you have the chance to enjoy success. If you can't control your desires, you are mostly controlled by your desires. In the past, when Yuan Quan was there, most of them were controlled by Yuan Quan, and he just wanted to enjoy it. Today, Yuan Quan was not here, and Mi Lan was a novice. Of course, he had to control the rhythm and not ruin his reputation for a lifetime.

While cooperating with Mi Lan, Sun Ce looked at the "Explanation of the World's Taoist Talks". This article was not long at first, only a few hundred words, at most, and only a thousand. Cai Yan's citations were more than the main text, and it was also accompanied by pictures. It was also a long volume. At the end of the volume, Cai Yan also wrote a postscript, which discussed the current quality of Fang Zhongshu, which is relatively good and bad, and is like a collection of Fang Zhongshu's works.

While reading, Sun Ce compared the relevant knowledge in his memory. He was surprised to find that although there were many speculations and fantasies in this article, most of the conclusions coincided with practice. This is also a common problem of empirical and academic studies, not only traditional Chinese medicine. Theories are straightforward and far-fetched, but the conclusions are in line with reality and can stand scrutiny. Moreover, compared with Fang Zhongshu that Sun Ce occasionally flipped through before, Cai Yan's book has already made many ideas and corrected many fallacies.

If we force comparison, it is probably similar to Wang Chong's "Lunheng". Although the logic is not strict enough and the argument cannot be separated from the limitations of this era, we have seen the budding of reason and the criticism of previous ideas.

He is worthy of being a person who has read "Lunheng" and is worthy of being the most suitable person for academic research in this era. If he has not read "Lunheng", Cai Yan may not have such a way of thinking. If he has not read a lot of books, Cai Yan may not have such a broad range of knowledge. If he is not smart enough, Cai Yan may not be able to integrate a hundred academic schools and make a statement from one person.

Of course, if it weren't for his arrival and changing the atmosphere of this era, Cai Yan wouldn't have paid attention to such knowledge and wrote such works. With the publication of this book, his role was more secretive, but indispensable.

Sun Ce enjoyed watching it with relish, and was a little proud, but it made Mi Lan bitter. Before Sun Ce finished watching it, Mi Lan had already lost consecutive battles and was defeated. She leaned on Sun Ce's shoulder and panted, her whole body was soft and weak, and even her speech was intermittent.

"Husband...husband, why did you... hold on for so long today?"

"Have you been a long time?" Sun Ce then realized that he was abrupt and quickly put down the book, picked up Mi Lan with both hands, let her turn around and face him. Looking at the pair of erect mountains in front of him, Sun Ce couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her. Mi Lan moaned softly, hugging Sun Ce's neck tightly with her hands, and her long legs wrapped around Sun Ce's waist. Mi Lan's figure was not as tall as Yuan Quan. Sun Ce was like holding a baby, holding her silky buttocks with one hand, and holding her back and neck with the other hand, and twitching slowly.

"Husband, Husband, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore." Mi Lan beg for mercy repeatedly.

"What should I do?" Sun Ce was speechless.

"The Nine Friends are not revealed, which is a good opportunity to communicate with the gods. It is rare to be wasted once." Yuan Quan's voice came from behind, with a bit of joke. Sun Ce looked back and found that Yuan Quan was sitting next to the couch, blushing and smiling at them. Mi Lan exclaimed, burying her head in Sun Ce's arms, not daring to see anyone. Sun Ce was also a little embarrassed, and his old face turned red.

"Sister...Sister, when did you come in?"

"When you turn her over and use the saint's jade-carving style, I come in. I see that you have worked hard and didn't dare to disturb you."

"Is that true?" Sun Ce raised his eyebrows and sat beside Yuan Quan with Mi Lan in his arms. He put his hands on Yuan Quan's waist and slid down against her lower abdomen. The tentacles were muddy. "Sister, it's better to see it than to see it than to see it, it's better to work together, right?"

Yuan Quan blushed, pushed Sun Ce away, and pointed at Sun Ce's forehead. "You can't let go of such a good opportunity. You can't let go of it. Lying down quickly, adjust your breathing, I will help you to press and guide you. Even if you can see the wonderful realm, it will be of great benefit to your practice. If the war is imminent, your realm will be improved by one point, and we will have more hope in the future."

Seeing that Yuan Quan was unquestionable, Sun Ce had to withdraw his hand reluctantly, let go of Mi Lan, and lay on the couch. Yuan Quan settled Mi Lan, endured his emotions, and massaged Sun Ce with one eye. Her technique was so skillful that Sun Ce was a little reluctant, but after a while, he relaxed and entered a state that seemed to sleep but not sleep, but seemed to wake but not wake up.
Chapter completed!