The morning light was faint, and Jia Nidao, who got up early to do morning exercises, unexpectedly ran into Xu Ruoxi, who also got up early.

Looking at the delicate woman holding a long sword and dancing in a strong costume, Jia Rudao suddenly wondered why Jia Quan would be so afraid of Xu Ruoxi. Although I don't know how much Xu Ruoxi's force is worth, just looking at the vigorous figure, you can see that it is enough to crush Jia Quan, as for himself, although he thinks it is a fist embroidered leg, but it is almost the same to suppress himself.

Now this body can only barely be called healthy, but it is not compatible with the word strong. Of course, in addition to Jia Yidao's frequent spending time emptying out his body, the most important thing is that his identity is still a scholar after all.

Although the scholars at this time were not as weak as those in the Ming and Qing dynasties, the force value was definitely not high.

The first meal we saw for the first time last night started with a dull start and ended with a dull finish. Although there were a little waves in the process, in general, the waves were only on Xu Ruoxi and the three waiting maids.

Jia Rudao is very good and full.

Xu Ruoxi's worries did not come true after all.

After dinner, Jia Rudao left the table with the sentence "Go to the study, you eat slowly", leaving the three maids with stunned faces and Xu Ruoxi, who breathed a sigh of relief, disappeared.

Xu Ruoxi's expression changed, although he was burying his head in filling his stomach, he saw it all in his eyes. After thinking about it for a while, I understood what Xu Ruoxi was worried about.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly light-hearted woman would also have times of nervousness and uneasiness. So he could eat more slowly, and put more vegetables in Xu Ruoxi's bowl, just to make Xu Ruoxi nervous for a while.

It's not that he is hypocritical, but inadvertently he used the habit of eating at the table in later generations on the table where he had the first meal with his wife in the Southern Song Dynasty.

This night, when he came out of the study at near the end of the day, he paced out of the study and hesitated for a while, but turned around and returned to the study again.

He knew better than Xu Ruoxi what she was worried about, but for the matter of men and women, there was no need for him for the time being, and he preferred to go with the flow.

After all, the twisted melon is not sweet enough, and then it is divided and combined, who can know the Tao now?

It's just that he didn't see that after he hesitantly turned around and returned to the study, a petite figure who had been hiding outside the study to look out for Xu Ruoxi's probe disappeared in the dark.

If he saw it, he would naturally recognize that it was Xu Ruoxi's personal maid, and the little girl named Luzhu who was his roommate.

……

"Morning!"

Jia Rudao, who was jumping and stretching his body, looked at Xu Ruoxi, who stopped dancing the sword and said hello with a surprised expression. Then he didn't care about Xu Ruoxi, and continued to trot slowly around the corridor in the courtyard.

The house is large enough, with pavilions and pavilions, rockery pools, which were purchased by Jia Guifei when Jia Qidao got married. It is said that it was once the house of a wealthy merchant.

Jia Rudao slept well in the study, but Xu Ruoxi didn't sleep well all night. The habit of getting up early to practice martial arts has been with her for a long time, but what she didn't expect was that her husband-in-law would also get up so early, and he was doing such strange movements as if he was convulsive.

She simply stopped practicing, and stood in place and watched Jia Rudao run around the corridor, twisting her head and swinging her waist, stopping from time to time and learning to jump a few times like a toad.

Healed injury, amnesia, head, also broken?

After half a sound, Jia Rudao turned back again, panting slightly and standing in front of Xu Ruoxi.

"Why don't you dance? The dance is very beautiful. ”

Wiping the sweat stains on his head with his sleeve, he felt the feeling of stretching the pores of his whole body, and he only felt that every pore of his body was open, and he finally felt the vitality he should have from this young body that was a little weak.

Xu Ruoxi looked at Jia Nidao, who didn't have the slightest scholarly style, and his eyes suddenly became a little trance-like, so that he didn't even notice that Jia Nidao was talking about dancing, not practicing.

The difference between the words is very different, but the meaning is very different.

At this moment, Jia Nidao is really different from the Jia Nidao in Xu Ruoxi's memory who loves gambling and prostitutes, and will repay his talents and pride, there is really a difference between heaven and earth.

"Xianggong, this is ......"

"Oh, exercising, reading every day, my body is rusty. You were just that, practicing martial arts? ”

Jia Rudao didn't want to continue to entangle on this issue, so he turned the conversation to Xu Ruoxi.

A milky yellow suit outlines Xu Ruoxi's graceful body, and her hair is casually tied up with a hairband and scattered over her shoulders, which looks particularly heroic and energetic, which is completely different from the person in the painting of the lady he saw yesterday.

"Let Xiang Gong see and smile."

"That's good. That, have you ever heard of the Yi Jin Sutra? ”

Everyone has a dream of being a hero, and he is no exception.

"Yi Jin Jing? What is that? ”

"Oh, the name of a pastry."

"Pastries? What a strange name. Have you ever eaten it? ”

Xu Ruoxi glanced at Jia Rudao lightly, and her intuition told her that her husband, who had forgotten everything after being smashed and seemed to have a great change in his temperament, did not tell the truth to herself at all.

However, if he really did this all the time, it would not be bad.

"Eh, haven't you eaten, have you practiced internal skills?"

Glancing at Xiang Gong with an expectant look on his face, Xu Ruoxi's eyebrows were slightly upturned, and there seemed to be a smile on his beautiful face as smooth as jade: "Why did Xiang Gong suddenly become interested in this vulgar kung fu?" ”

Obviously, Xu Ruoxi understands the meaning of internal strength.

"I'm just curious, have you really practiced internal skills?"

"My father only has one daughter, Ruoxi, and my uncle never forgets to go north to recover the two capitals, because Ruoxi has only followed his uncle to practice for a few years. However, Ruoxi's kung fu is mostly feminine and feminine, and the age of the prince is ......"

"Hehe, I know the way, that is, I am just curious."

Although he also has a heroic dream, he also knows that kung fu is not something that happens overnight, especially the inner kung fu that needs time to polish.

The reason why I asked about internal strength was actually because I was curious.

He believes that with the sanda fighting kung fu he learned from later generations, as long as the body is really strong, if the timing is right, unless he is a first-class master, ordinary people may not be able to easily do anything to himself.

Speaking this kung fu, the sky has gradually brightened. The deep courtyard gradually began to be noisy.

The servants and maids who came and went walked through the garden and saw Jia Yidao and Xu Ruoxi standing side by side, they were all shocked and almost stared out of their eyes, consciously slowed down their pace, and walked lightly.

Jia Quan, Xiaocui, Taohong, and Luzhu, who received the news, came quietly and left quietly.

If their respective sons and young ladies can really get along with each other as respectful as they do now, they will be surprised and surprised, and their hearts will naturally be happy.

……

Breakfast was still eaten together, and it should be the second meal. Although it was the second meal, it was much less embarrassing than yesterday's dinner, and it seemed much more natural.

After breakfast, the maids had just finished cleaning up the table and serving morning tea.

It has not been more than twenty-four hours since Xu Ruoxi returned home, but it is obvious that after a dinner last night and a small talk in the garden in the morning, although the pre-existing discord between the two cannot be said to have completely disappeared, it has also been much better.

As soon as Jia Rudao picked up the teacup, Jia Quan wandered in again, holding a stack of things in his hand.

"Childe, there are a few invitations."

Xu Ruoxi glanced at Jia Rudao, who was sitting beside her, and picked up the teacup.

"Invitation? Take a look. ”

Jia Rudao put down the teacup as he said and took a few posts from Jia Quan's hand.

A couple of posts, basically all invitations. I looked at it casually, and several invitations came a few days ago, thinking that Jia Quan didn't take them out when he was still sick.

Except for one that invited me to participate in a poetry meeting, the rest of the invitations were such as Jinqiu Garden, Jixiangfang, Chunfeng Building, etc., and when I heard the name, I knew that Lu Dao was the location of the Qinglou.

The three invitations are similar in style and content, with a pink color and a faint fragrance.

Qinglou, I don't know what is the difference between Lu Dao and the clubs of later generations.

"Congratulations to Jia Daguanren High School, who has just recovered from his illness, and invites Jia Daguanren to go to drink and go to the spring?"

Hearing Jia Rudao's words, Xu Ruoxi, who was drinking tea, couldn't help but pause. Then he put down the teacup casually and said, "Xianggong has a guest, Ruoxi will go back to the room." ”

Glancing at Xu Ruoxi, who got up to leave, and then at Jia Quan, who had a bitter face, Jia Rudao casually threw the invitations on the table and said, "These invitations are back directly, that Seyuan poetry club...... Where's Seyuan? ”

He didn't really want to go to the Poetry Society of the Naraush Son, he had no interest in such a poetry meeting, not to mention that he couldn't write poetry. There are a lot of survivors in the stomach, but they still have to be considered before they can be used.

Last night, I stole a poem that was the best of the best, but it also caused a storm that didn't have to happen. So this poem will be something, or not.

The most important thing is that he has been here in the Southern Song Dynasty for more than half a month, except for going to the Qionglin banquet last night, he has never stepped out of this Jia Mansion, which really makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

The beautiful scenery in the Qingming Shanghe map is talked about by future generations, and yesterday I saw a little bit in the sedan chair. Looking at the leopard in the tube, you can imagine how prosperous this Lin'an Mansion should be. Now that I have time, how can I not take a look at the market style of the Southern Song Dynasty?

However, the only regret is that the Qingming Shanghe map depicts the prosperous scene of Bianliang, now this is Lin'an City (later Hangzhou), the former capital of the Song Dynasty Bianliang City has become an eternal pain in the hearts of the Song people more than 100 years ago.

can only be imagined from afar, and even watching from a distance is already a luxury.

Xu Ruoxi, who was about to walk out of the lobby, heard Jia Yidao's words, her heart was relieved, and her steps involuntarily became brisker.

Will the Ceryuan Poetry Club?

If Xianggong is not acting, but really changing sex, then I really want to thank the woman who beat Xianggong to the flower shop.

To say that Xu Ruoxi doesn't care about his husband at all, Jia Yidao will definitely not believe it. If it is in the later generations, there is no need to say anything, but this is the Southern Song Dynasty.

Even if she is still complete, who dares to ask her after being divorced? Not to mention that it will bring shame to the family.

Xu Ruoxi hadn't walked out of the lobby yet, although she was facing away from him, but the inadvertent little breath could be felt, not to mention that the brisk steps couldn't be hidden.

Do you really care? Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled slightly.

"Childe, Se Yuan is in the Yujie Shed Bridge, and it is the mansion of Shen Guogong Zheng Gong's mansion. Childe, the day of the poetry meeting is today. ”

"Shen Guogong Zheng Gong? But Zheng Qingzhi, Lord Zheng? ”