The simple meals were full of color and flavor, and Zhuang Xun ate a little casually, and felt more and more lucky to marry Siqin Mi.

"The lady's craftsmanship is so good, I didn't expect the lady to make these home-cooked dishes." Zhuang Xun praised.

"Lang Jun, if you like it, eat meat, and make up for it." Sandwich the chicken into a bowl of Honko.

"Madame has also worked hard, and you also eat meat." Zhuang Xun also clipped a piece to Siqin Mi.

"Hehe......" After sandwiching the meat, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Respect each other like guests, that's probably it, it's still unfamiliar to say.

Unable to find something to say for a while, Si Qinmi spoke first.

"Go to the temple tomorrow and invite His Majesty the Reincarnation King to our house, so that it is convenient to worship every day, thanks to His Majesty's help to the concubine, I can form this good relationship with Lang Jun."

"Well, although I don't know why His Majesty the Wheel King took a fancy to me and wanted to match me with the lady, but it is indeed my luck to be able to marry the lady, the grace of His Majesty the Wheel King." Zhuang Xun nodded in agreement, and his good impression of the reincarnation king doubled.

"Who can understand the affairs of the gods, and gratitude is." Siqin Mi is also very grateful to the Wheel King, at least for now, she doesn't hate getting along with Zhuang Xun, and she can even be said to be relatively comfortable.

"How do you please, the idol is still a tablet, I feel that the idol is different from what you described." Zhuang Xun thought carefully.

"Then please take the tablet, the concubine is incense every morning and evening, thank him for his help." Si Qinmi's original attitude towards ghosts and gods was also indifferent, but after going to hell, his mentality changed.

"The judge has said that it is useless to pray to God and worship Buddha, it is okay to express respect, is it too much for you to do this." Zhuang Xun shook his head, but looking at Si Qinmi's peerless beauty, he felt that it seemed that the fragrance was not enough in the morning and evening, so he added: "Let me come, it is I who have gained the benefits and gained a virtuous and beautiful wife." ”

"Indeed, it is better to pray to God and worship Buddha than to do good deeds, but since we show the respect of our husband and wife, you and I should do it once in the morning and once in the evening." Siqin Mi thought for a while and said, in the underworld, it is useless to worship anyone, and it will not reduce your guilt just because you worship a certain god, even if it is the king of the ten halls.

"Uh-huh." Worshipping God can harvest such a virtuous and virtuous beautiful wife, and worshipping for a lifetime is nothing.

After eating, Zhuang Xun was a little sleepy, and wanted to clean up the dishes and chopsticks with her, but she pushed him back.

After a while, Si Qinmi walked into the door with a basin of warm water and said to Zhuang Xun, "Lang Jun, wash your face." ”

"They say you don't have to be like this." Zhuang Xun felt a feeling of pity in the face of Siqin Mi.

"It's just normal husband and wife behavior" After Siqin Mi wrung out the towel, she reached out to Zhuang Xun's face.

"I'll do it myself." Zhuang Xun took the towel and wiped his cheeks, Siqin Mi saw that Zhuang Xun wiped it well, went out with a basin, and came in with a basin.

"Husband, wash your feet." Siqin Mi put the warm water next to her and bent down to lift Zhuang Xun's feet.

"You're doing the same in the Zhenguo Mansion?" Dodging her move of lifting her feet and taking off her socks, although she knew that it was stupid to ask this sentence, Zhuang Xun couldn't help but ask.

"The government has its own slaves and maids, where can I use concubines to help?" Siqin Mi's white and tender little hands grabbed Zhuang Xun's feet, took off his socks, squatted down and pressed them in the water.

"You are my wife, not a slave, I will come myself." Zhuang Xun bent down to grab Si Qinmi's hand.

"Lang Jun, do you dislike concubines?" Siqin Mi touched the kneading toes of Zhuang Xun, raised her head, and wanted to cry.

"Where, I don't think I can let you do this kind of subordinate work." Zhuang Xun said in a panic.

"The concubine doesn't feel inferior, serving Langjun itself is the responsibility of the concubine, and it is also a kind of power, becoming Langjun's wife, serving Langjun is the responsibility and obligation of the concubine, Langjun doesn't let the concubine serve you, don't you think the concubine is your wife?" Siqin Mi asked rhetorically, delicate and resentful.

"I don't mean that, forget it, it's good if you don't feel wronged." Zhuang Xun stared at this delicate beauty washing her feet, her white and tender fingers soaked red in warm water, and her mood was complicated.

I can't get used to it, but a stream of heat emerges in my heart, warming my heart and body.

Towel to dry his feet, Siqin Mi let Zhuang Xun lie on the bed, took off his shoes and socks, and put his snow-white little feet into the footbath that Zhuang Xun had just used.

"Then I'll also wash my lady's feet." Zhuang Xun rolled out of bed.

"How can you, a big husband, wash a woman's feet?" The double standard is vividly displayed.

"The big husband can't wash a woman's feet, but the little husband can give his beloved wife a lot, I'm not a big husband, I'm just your little husband." Zhuang Xun stretched out his hand to hold the delicate jade foot.

"Lang Jun, you really don't want to let the concubine end up at all." Siqin Mi looked at Zhuang Xun's insistence and said helplessly.

"I feel that my wife works hard all day, as a husband washes his wife's feet, and thanks to his wife for her dedication to the family." Zhuang Xun sincerely said that he was ashamed not to repay those who were good to him.

The white jade feet, petite and cute, Zhuang Xun did not raise a ripple, he slid over the arch of his feet, carefully cleaning the white and tender feet, until the jade feet were soaked in warm water and the white was translucent and red, which looked crystal clear.

"Lang Jun, this kind of pleasing women will make women arrogant and presumptuous, if Lang Jun will reign in the future, how many concubines will ......" Si Qin Mi is not only red in her little feet, but also in her beautiful beauty, but Zhuang Xun, who cleans her jade feet, has not noticed such a seductive beauty.

"I'm just for you." Zhuang Xun took off the towel, and naturally said that the main reason was that he didn't think that he would have a concubine in the future, and he felt that he was already fortunate in three lives.

"Lang Jun's mouth is really sweet, how many little girls have been coaxed with spring." This sentence was so pleasant, Zhuang Xun's serious expression Si Qinmi was in a trance, and could only avoid saying it.

"I am only sweet to you, and you are the only one who gives me the opportunity to be sweet." Zhuang Xun said honestly, wiped Siqin Mi's fleshy beautiful feet, and hurriedly lifted the footwashing water and walked out, afraid that Si Qinmi would snatch the water from him.

Siqin Mi first stroked her hot cheeks, and then touched her little feet, which were still warm.

In order not to let Zhuang Xun see her shyness, she went to bed first, covered the quilt, and left her back to Zhuang Xun.

"You sleep here, I'll go to sleep in the side room, after all, I'm not completely well, and it's not good to infect you." Zhuang Xun poured water and walked in, just when he found Si Qinmi closing the quilt, he looked a little hesitant, or rather weak-hearted, he didn't know what his heart was weak, the person on the bed was already his wife.

"Come up!" Si Qinmi turned around and lifted the corner of the quilt and ordered.

The night was dark, and her embarrassed expression in the candlelight was like anger, and Zhuang Xun stood in place and neither advanced nor retreated.

"Come up!" Si Qinmi ordered again, Zhuang Xun was afraid that she would get angry, so he blew out the lamp, walked to the side of the bed step by step, took off his robe, and slowly lifted the quilt and lay down.

"If you go to the concubine's place to stay overnight, the concubine has no opinion, and now you sleep in separate rooms, is there any dissatisfaction with the concubine? Or can't the concubine attract you? The beauty complained.

"It's all said to be sick, don't think about it." Zhuang Xun was embarrassed to say that he was cowardly and did not dare to go to bed.

"How can you not think about it, the concubine will remarry, lest Lang Jun dislike it." Siqin Mi blushed shyly, half-fake and half-true, and slowly leaned over in the face of Zhuang Xun, who was already her husband.

After two days of getting along, she knew that Zhuang Xun would not dislike her, but Zhuang Xun looked like she was also distressed, and it was difficult to break through this layer of respectful politeness.

"Who dislikes you, it's too late to like it." As she expected, Zhuang Xun hugged her, hugging her tightly, as if holding a peerless treasure.

So that's good, that's good.