Houfu Key Class

But now she looked at such a good man, secretly liking her and silently taking action towards her. It must be a lie to say that she couldn't help but, like Zong Zhao, she had no experience. He wouldn't take the initiative, and she actually didn't either. How strong is that.

"Thank you, you are also very good at painting." Xu Wan replied.

But after replying, the two fell silent again.

Xu Wan began to reflect on what seemed to be wrong. She responded to Jin Cheng, her mother-in-law, wives, Cuizhi, and the people around her in this way, and she didn't feel anything was wrong.

But after saying this to Zong Zhao, she always felt a little bit guilty. It was strange, why did she feel guilty about Zong Zhao? She treats him no differently than anyone else...

Xu Wan waved away what was wrong with her and said, "I'm going to see how Jin Cheng and the others are doing with their self-reflection in the ancestral hall."

"You..." Zong Zhao suddenly stopped her.

Xu Wan stopped and turned to look at him: "What's wrong with me?"

But Zong Zhao seemed to have mustered up all his courage to ask her seriously from such a long distance: "What kind of husband do you have in mind?"

Xu Wan replied without knowing why: "You are my husband." What did she want? She already has a husband, so what else is she thinking about...

Zong Zhao hesitated, but since he had already spoken, he had no reason to stop. He continued to ask: "I mean, what are your requirements for your husband? I want to know what else I haven't fulfilled."

"You did a great job. I have never seen a more perfect husband than you. You are simply a role model." Xu Wan gave him a thumbs up and praised him.

If the little devil was praised like this by her, he would definitely jump up with joy and shout that he is the best. But Zong Zhao was not. Not only was he not very happy, he even seemed to be getting depressed.

What was he thinking?

Xu Wan looked at him from a distance, thinking of his secret thoughts, and guessed vaguely and uncertainly: He asked her about her ideal type, did she want to get closer to her?

Thinking of this, Xu Wan turned around and walked back.

Zong Zhao couldn't get the answer and hung his head in despair, as if thinking about what to do next time.

Xu Wan's heart softened, and she walked up to him and said softly: "I really have a request. Although you have achieved it now, the future life will be very long. I don't know if you can always achieve it."

Zong Zhao was surprised that she suddenly spoke and asked quickly: "What is it?"

Xu Wan grabbed the handkerchief and said what mattered most to her and what she least wanted to mention: "I don't call prostitutes sisters. I know that life is very long, and I also know that many officials of all sizes in Beijing have this problem, including mine. The same goes for my brother-in-law, who has always had a good reputation. I just hope that if you have a prostitute in the future, you will not bring them home."

She doesn't have the courage to resist the times, and she doesn't expect to be with one person for the rest of her life. She just has to live a good life, treat each other as guests, and not be tempted. However, family is her last bottom line. If she faces the same predicament as her mother, she hopes that I can get away by myself.

Zong Zhao's whole body stiffened, and he clenched his fists, feeling so distressed that he almost wanted to kill someone.

He didn't speak. Xu Wan thought that he was unwilling to make such an unknown promise, so she changed her words and said: "Or if you really want me to make room for them, just give me a piece of paper and a letter of departure. I am willing to cleanse myself and leave the house. Except for my own private property, I will not take away anything from the house..."

Before he finished speaking, the tall figure fell down.

Zong Zhao held her tightly in his arms, and Xu Wan, who was suddenly wrapped in warmth, realized in a daze: He was trembling.

"You, what's wrong with you?" She was also shocked. Why did Zong Zhao suddenly lose control of his emotions while talking?

Zong Zhao's body was trembling. He was controlling himself and not going crazy and going out to kill people. Xu Wan was feeling sad when she thought of her mother's tragic death, but why did she feel that Zong Zhao was more sad than her?

Xu Wan patted his back tentatively, but it didn't feel like enough, so she patted him a few more times, stroking his back again and again like she usually did to the little devil's hair, and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay. , I’m just joking, don’t take it seriously.”

Zong Zhao hugged her tighter.

Xu Wan started to scream: "Brother, you are too strong, I will be strangled to death by you..."

The strange atmosphere was instantly broken, Zong Zhao quickly let go of her, Xu Wan breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that his eyes were red.

She stretched her body and said in surprise: "You are talking about the tragic experiences that I may have in the future. Why did you take my place?"

Zong Zhao's lips trembled and he couldn't say a word.

The next moment, he stood up and went to the desk. Xu Wan saw him starting to sharpen ink, pick up a pen, write, and press fingerprints.

The movements were done in one go, without even hesitation.

Based on her understanding of him, Xu Wan guessed: "Are you afraid that I won't believe you, so you are planning to write a letter of guarantee?"

Not to mention being a powerful general and the heir to the title of a marquis, even an ordinary person in this dynasty would not casually write such a letter of guarantee to his wife, because this is a patriarchal society.

But Zong Zhao was different. Xu Wan felt that Zong Zhao must be writing this kind of thing. He was always like this and would do things to make everyone happy.

Zong Zhao was waiting for the ink on the paper to dry.

But at the same time, Xu Wan felt that he was also waiting for his mood to calm down. The two looked at each other like this, he was sitting in front of the desk and she was standing opposite the desk.

In midsummer, ink dries quickly.

Zong Zhao picked up the paper, stood up from the desk, and handed it to her.

Xu Wan took the paper with the red handprint and saw what he wrote on it: "I, Zong Zhao, swear that I will never hang out with prostitutes. If you break this oath, I am willing to divorce you and give all my land, shops, gold and silver to Xu Wan as compensation for the divorce."