He also thought that Feng Shuwan was hiding something big from him, but it turned out to be because of the problem of foot binding.

Regarding foot binding, Wei Zhuang not only learned about it on the Internet and books, but also saw it with his own eyes in reality.

Wei Zhuang's great-grandmother was a woman born in the Republic of China who had bound her feet since she was a child.

At that time, Wei Zhuang was still young, about four or five years old, and once accidentally bumped into his great-grandmother who had untied the footcloth, and the twisted feet at that time also left a little shadow on the young Wei Zhuang.

He also couldn't understand why the ancients would invent such perverted vices.

The feet of beautiful women who grow naturally are better......

Having said that, the only woman Wei Zhuang has come into contact with since he crossed into this world is Feng Shuwan, and since Feng Shuwan has never mentioned the matter of foot binding to him, he has never considered whether there is a problem of foot binding in this era.

After all, although this place is also ancient, it is more like a parallel time and space, and it cannot be exactly the same as the development of the earth.

After figuring out this problem, Wei Zhuang couldn't help but laugh.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand into Feng Shuwan's quilt.

Then he grabbed Feng Shuwan's little feet.

Feng Shuwan was startled, struggled a few times but couldn't break free, and could only look at Wei Zhuang with shame.

Is this a deliberate attempt to embarrass her?

At this moment, Wei Zhuang smiled, he held Feng Shuwan's ankle, put his palm at her feet, and said.

"Your feet aren't as big as mine."

Saying that, he looked at Feng Shuwan's expression, and said: "Actually, I don't understand which idiot came up with the idea of lacking morality, the feet are used to walk, and they have to be entangled, it hurts and is inconvenient, and it is not good-looking." ”

At this time, Xiaoyu on the side interjected in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this is Taizu's idea......"

"Xiaoyu, shut up!" Feng Shuwan hurriedly interrupted her.

Wei Zhuang was stunned and scratched his head.

This broken idea was actually come up with by the ancestors of the Wei family?

Actually scolded to your own home?

All right......

Anyway, he crossed over, at most half of his ancestors, in the spirit of seeking truth from facts, just scold.

I don't think the ancestor of the Wei family will be blamed, after all, this idea is really bad.

"That's not the point." Wei Zhuang said to Feng Shuwan: "The point of my words is that I will not dislike you, on the contrary, I think your feet are beautiful and cute. ”

"Cute?" Feng Shuwan looked at him with strange eyes.

"yes."

Wei Zhuang pulled the quilt to the side to reveal Feng Shuwan's feet, then pinched one and said, "Your toes are pink and tender, both slender and well-proportioned." And the soles of the feet, white ......"

"Wait!"

"Wait a minute!"

Feng Shuwan patted Wei Zhuang's hand and withdrew her feet, blushing and spitting out a sentence.

"Don't do that."

Wei Zhuang was a little embarrassed and wanted to scratch his head, but before his hand touched his head, he was grabbed by Feng Shuwan.

"What are you going to do!" Feng Shuwan asked him nervously.

"Well, I just want to scratch my head."

"You ......" Feng Shuwan glanced at his hand: "You touched my feet just now." ”

"Oh!" Wei Zhuang suddenly realized, and showed a strange expression: "There is no taste again." ”

"Don't say anything."

"I don't mind."

"Don't say anything!" Feng Shuwan was a little anxious, sat up straight and crossed her waist and said.

"Cheng Cheng Cheng, I won't say it."

Wei Zhuang said with a wry smile, he suddenly thought of the first picture again, and then secretly glanced at Xiaoyu's feet.

Xiaoyu's feet are about the same size as Feng Shuwan's, but they are more pink.

On the other side, Xiao Yu seemed to feel something, and retracted her feet with a small mouth.

"Ahem." Wei Zhuang quickly cleared his throat in embarrassment.

He asked, "By the way, why didn't Xiaoyu bind her feet either?" ”

Xiao Yu and Feng Shuwan glanced at each other, and then explained: "Xiao Yu is Miss's personal maid, she doesn't need to marry, she just needs to serve Miss Hao for life, so she doesn't need to bind her feet for convenience." ”

"I see, I thought every woman would be forced to bind her feet."

Feng Shuwan said a little strangely when she heard this: "Don't you know these things, your reaction is simply not like a person of this era." ”

I didn't expect to be suspected of identity for the first time because of foot binding.

It feels ...... It's kind of weird.

Wei Zhuang smiled bitterly, then changed the topic and asked, "Then what was Xiaoyu doing when I first came in?" ”

Hearing this, Feng Shuwan explained with some embarrassment: "Xiaoyu felt that I had taken care of her for a month, and she felt very guilty, so she asked Mrs. Chen for some techniques to help me pinch my feet, but I couldn't resist her and agreed, but I didn't expect to be seen by you just about to pinch her." ”

It turned out to be a foot massage.

Wei Zhuang patted his chest and said to Feng Shuwan: "How can you use Xiaoyu, I'll press it for you." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Feng Shuwan's foot and put it on his lap again, and slowly pressed it.

Feng Shuwan suddenly became anxious and ashamed, "Let go of me, how can you press my feet." ”

"Why can't I press your feet?"

"You, you are the emperor!"

"I'm still your husband."

"Husband...... Even husbands don't lay their wives on their feet. ”

Wei Zhuang shook his head helplessly, deeply feeling that feudal thinking kills people.

"Your idea is too rigid, husband and wife should be on an equal foot, the wife can press the husband's feet, why can't the husband press his wife?"

"I don't care about other people's families, anyway, our family doesn't have so many rules."

"At our house, I can press your feet."

Listening to Wei Zhuang's mouthful of "our family", Feng Shuwan felt strange in her heart.

A little shy, a little happy......

In this way, Feng Shuwan's body gradually relaxed, and she looked at Wei Zhuang with a serious face and couldn't help but joke: "Do you really know how to press it?" ”

Wei Zhuang Yile: "Look at you, you have a lot of skills for your husband." ”

When it comes to massage, he does know something.

For a while, he was too tired to go to the foot massage often, and after pressing it, the whole person was refreshed, in order to be able to enjoy the joy of foot massage at any time, he learned it online.

After a period of exploration, he did learn something, but this guy was too lazy, and even if he did, he was too lazy to move on his own, so in the end he chose to spend money to find a master to press.

Wei Zhuang grabbed Feng Shuwan's feet, his fingers slowly searched for acupuncture points, and after pressing it for a while, Feng Shuwan felt very comfortable.

After about ten minutes like this, Feng Shuwan felt that it was almost time and withdrew her foot.

Wei Zhuang was addicted, he turned his head to look at Xiaoyu again, and asked, "I'll also help you press it?" ”

Xiaoyu was frightened by this sentence, and quickly waved her hand and then hid her feet under the quilt, and covered the quilt with her hands.

Feng Shuwan also looked at him with vigilant eyes.

Wei Zhuang scratched his nose embarrassedly.

Feng Shuwan said hurriedly: "Don't touch your nose with your hands." ”

Wei Zhuang then remembered that he had just finished pressing her.

But I touched it.

And......

It doesn't smell like much.