As soon as she heard the words "hurry up", Zhao Qianrou was so ashamed that her pretty face turned red, and she unconsciously lowered her head and secretly glanced at her husband.

Lu Wenjing was stared at with goosebumps all over his body, and his heart was weird.

Don't panic, she's my wife, what are you afraid of?

Thinking of this, Lu Wenjing quickly stabilized his mood and said with a smile:

"Dad, my son knows, Qianrou is my daughter-in-law, I know it in my heart..."

"It's good to have a number." Lu Zhenji suddenly thought of something and pulled his son aside.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"You kid usually patronizes and reads the books of the sages, and you are interested in that... Do you understand that? ”

"What's the matter, Daddy?" Lu Wenjing was amused in his heart and asked knowingly.

"That's it..."Lu Zhenji gestured, "Understand?" ”

"I don't understand."

Seeing his son staring at him with an unenlightened look, Lu Zhenji was a little anxious.

"Alas, if only your mother were still alive, it would not be your father's turn to teach you now..."

While muttering, he took out a book from his cuff and stuffed it into Lu Wenjing's arms.

"This is..."

"Ahem... Don't look at it yet, if you don't understand it later, just do it. ”

After that, Lu Zhenji deliberately said loudly:

"As a Father, I won't delay your time..."

He lifted his feet and walked straight to the door.

"Hey, Dad, it's not too late for you to take a sip of tea and leave..."

"What kind of tea to drink? If you have that kung fu, hurry up and give me a grandchild! ”

Lu Wenjing snorted coldly, closed the door, and the people carried lanterns around him, and after a while, the footsteps gradually became smaller, presumably far away.

In the outer hall, a couple of newcomers looked at each other, and the atmosphere became awkward.

"Xianggong, do you feel... What do you think? Zhao Qianrou's voice was slender, and she broke the silence first.

"Huh? I'm fine, thank you for your concern. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Qianrou's heart fluttered, and some smiles appeared on her face.

This smile is full of the charm of classical beauty, completely crushing the female stars in those film and television dramas in terms of temperament, which made Lu Wenjing stunned for a moment.

"Xianggong?"

“... Lady, you're thirsty, I'll pour you a cup of tea. ”

In order to hide his heart at this time, Lu Wenjing walked quickly to the table, put down the book in his hand, quickly poured a cup of tea for his wife, and handed it over with both hands.

Zhao Qianrou was a little flattered, logically speaking, how can a husband serve tea and pour water for his wife, the husband is the wife, the rules set by the ancestors, she can't turn this corner for a while.

"Xianggong, you have tormented the concubine... The concubine didn't dare to drink. ”

"You have been sitting motionless in it for hours, are you not thirsty?" Lu Wenjing asked casually.

"The concubine is not thirsty..."

"He said he wasn't thirsty, and his lips were dry. You're old... Husband, I ate and drank at the banquet, but you were sinned here, what is the matter? ”

"According to the rules left by the ancestors, the bride is not allowed to move casually..."

Lu Wenjing was angry when he heard it:

"What a rule-breaking, it's simply inhuman... No, take a sip of tea, don't make yourself thirsty. ”

Zhao Qianrou hesitated for a moment, looked at her husband's firm eyes, and obediently took the teacup and took a sip gently.

"Lady, don't call you a concubine in the future, I feel uncomfortable listening to it." Lu Wenjing proposed.

"That's... What should a concubine call herself? ”

"Say 'I'... One word, how concise. ”

"No, no, no, if outsiders hear it, they still think that the concubine is rude..."Zhao Qianrou hurriedly shook her head.

In ancient times, of course Lu Wenjing knew what reputation meant to a woman, so he didn't force it:

"So, when it's just the two of us, you don't have to behave, okay?"

"Since it was requested by the father-in-law, the concubine... Oh no, I'll do it. ”

Lu Wenjing nodded, and the distance between the two of you and me was much closer.

At this time, the cold wind of late autumn penetrated a trace of untimely penetration, the candlelight swayed, the figure swayed slightly, and a certain subtle atmosphere gradually diffused.

"Xianggong, this outer hall is quite cold, let's go into the inner room to talk?" Zhao Qianrou's voice was like silk, and her face was hot.

"Good..."

Lu Wenjing's heart beat faster, hesitated for a while, but still put the "tutorial" given by his father into his sleeve, and the two walked through the inner hall together and entered the back room.

Sure enough, the inner room was much warmer, the whole wedding room was quite luxuriously furnished, a big "Xi" word was pasted on the east wall, and some dates, peanuts, longan and melon seeds were sprinkled on the bed, which had the meaning of "early birth of a noble son".

Sitting gently on the edge of the bed, Zhao Qianrou untied the golden hairpin, and her long black and smooth hair looked even more stunning and dignified, with an indescribable sense of beauty.

Lu Wenjing suddenly felt the pressure, and there seemed to be a fire in his throat, which hurt dryly.

In his previous life, although there were many girls chasing after him, he refused to be pained by his studies, and honestly admitted to a prestigious university, and then took the postgraduate entrance examination, studied for a doctorate, and became an elite on the tip of the ivory tower.

After that, it was a difficult entrepreneurial period, just in his early thirties, and his hair was nearly half gray.

Finally, when his career improved and financial freedom was initially realized, he had the intention of starting a family.

Maybe God heard this wish and helped him bypass the love stage and directly send a beautiful daughter-in-law for nothing.

It's just that this is five hundred years ago, the daughter-in-law of the Ming Dynasty...

At this time, Lu Wenjing looked at his wife, who was sitting in a precarious position, and the small flame that had been born gradually went out.

Suddenly, he remembered the book his father gave him, no matter what the content was, it was always okay to pretend, right?

Thinking so, Lu Wenjing took out his book and sat on the round stool to look at it casually.

It really doesn't matter if you don't read it, just after turning a few pages, your forehead suddenly began to sweat.

It turns out that this is a beautifully depicted and detailed "action art album", in which the bold and avant-garde brushstrokes and the techniques full of realistic artistic conception are a must!

Look at the author's signature and personal seal...

It turned out to be the famous Tang Yin, Tang Bohu!

Lu Wenjing was suddenly startled, and said in amazement:

"The famous Tang Bohu will actually be... Will you draw this too? Is it a fake? ”

Generally speaking, for calligraphy and painting, it is a shame to paint these unpopular categories.

But now it is the fourth year of Zhengde, and it is the time when Tang Yin is down, maybe this book in his hand is genuine?

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Wenjing focused on appreciating the paintings, but he didn't know when Zhao Qianrou was already standing by his side, and he happened to look at it.

"Yikes!"

Zhao Qianrou exclaimed, and quickly covered her eyes, her whole face seemed to be cooked, and she was so ashamed that she was about to smoke.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Lu Wenjing hurriedly collected the album and compensated the lady.

"I thought you were a serious person, but you can't... Look at these nonsense too? Zhao Qianrou said angrily and stomped her little feet.

"Don't worry, lady, this album is not mine, it was my father who had to give me a reference, and I didn't know what was in it beforehand..."

Lu Wenjing tried his best to explain, secretly thinking that this kind of social death scene had existed since ancient times?

"Would you rather look at these paintings than pay attention to me?"

Zhao Qianrou's tears swirled, she pursed her lips aggrievedly, and looked at her husband resentfully.

That's it, isn't that it, are you still afraid?

"What the lady said, you and I don't just talk on paper..."

"Huh?"

Lu Wenjing didn't wait for Zhao Qianrou to react, quickly blew out the red candle, and a princess picked up the lady and strode towards the jujube and peanuts...

The moonlight fills the house, and the autumn insects chirp...

……