The scumbag ran away from marriage, I remarried on the spot

Gu Jingxi read this poem over and over again, and the smile on his face never faded.

His A-Yao also missed him and asked him to buy more clothes. If I guessed correctly, the baggage sent with the letter contained clothes made by A-Yao herself.

After a while, Gu Jingxi folded the letter and put it back into the envelope. He opened the package and found that it was really the new clothes A Yao had made for him.

Looking at the exquisitely embroidered patterns on the clothes, he could imagine Ayao sitting on the soft couch in front of the window, her head lowered, her expression gentle and focused, twisting the needle and thread in her hands, moving like flowing water, embroidering patterns back and forth on the cloth. appearance.

That night, Gu Jingxi had a good sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt refreshed and treated Yu Chuan and the others very gently.

When Yu Chuan and the others saw their master's heartfelt smile that they had not seen for a long time, they knew that the letter sent by his wife yesterday had coaxed their master into a good mood, and the new autumn clothes the master was wearing today must have been made by his wife herself.

Yu Chuan clicked his tongue twice in his heart. Yesterday he saw that his master had autumn clothes but did not wear them. He was still wearing summer clothes. He also thought that it had been rainy and cold in the past two days. Out of concern for his master's health, he reminded his master: "Master Hou, autumn is coming." It’s cold, especially in the morning, so don’t wear too thin or you’ll catch a cold.”

The results of it?

The master looked at him with a complicated and unspeakable look, and replied: "Yu Chuan, you seem to be less than eighteen years old this year. Why are you so weak at such a young age? In this weather, you are not weak. Scholar, can you still catch a cold?"

Look at the master today, he is wearing autumn clothes, and they are still new autumn clothes. It is really the thread in the hands of a good wife, and the clothes on the husband.

Yu Chuan couldn't help but joked: "Master Hou, didn't you say yesterday that you wouldn't catch a cold in this weather? Why are you wearing autumn clothes today? Do you think the weather has suddenly turned cold?"

Gu Jingxi glanced at him indifferently and replied calmly: "I don't feel cold at all, but my wife is always worried that I will catch a cold. In the letter, she also told me to add more clothes, and even the clothes were made by hand, stitch by stitch. How can I live up to my lady's sincerity in sending it here? Not to mention it's autumn, even in the hot summer, I have to wear these clothes."

As he spoke, he paused, glanced at the four of them, and then said: "You are not married yet, so you probably won't understand. When you have a wife in the future, you will naturally understand."

Yu Chuan: "..."

Zhou Yun: "..."

Fang Xuan: "..."

Fang Ce: "..."

They felt that the master was just showing off, and he was showing off to people like them who had no wives. The master was not like this before. He was calm and low-key, but now he has become high-profile. He wants to let the whole world know that the wife has made him new clothes. .

He almost said to everyone he met: "Look, these are the new clothes my wife made for me. Made by my own hands, stitch by stitch."

When Gu Jingxi saw that the four of them were silent, he didn't care and said softly: "Okay, go ahead and do your business. I have something to do too."

After he finished speaking, he walked briskly and left.

The four of them watched his leaving figure silently, and then looked at each other in confusion.

Yu Chuan couldn't help but mutter: "Master Hou is really getting more and more active, and he is becoming more unstable."

Zhou Yun glared at him: "You are a lonely man without a wife, what do you know?"

Yu Chuan stared back and retorted: "You don't have a wife either, do you understand?"

Zhou Yun said calmly: "If I had such a gentle and considerate wife, I would show off to others."

Yu Chuan: "..."

After a while, Yu Chuan looked at the twin brothers beside him and said depressedly: "Look at him, he hasn't even married his wife yet, and he's already imagining what it will be like to have a wife."

Fang Ce patted his shoulder and showed a meaningful smile: "So what if you think about it? Don't tell me you haven't thought about it, huh?"

Yu Chuan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately hooked Fang Ce's shoulder, pulled him a few steps, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know something?"

Fang Ce pointed to his eyes: "I'm not blind, I have eyes to see."

Yu Chuan: "..."

Is he just so obvious? The Marquis saw it, and so did Fang Ce, but why didn't Chan'er see it?

Fang Ce glanced at him and said in a low voice: "Relax, I haven't been anxious about getting married for twenty-two years this year. Why are you anxious? If it doesn't work, there is no grass anywhere in the world, why hang on a tree?"

Yu Chuan looked at him for a long time and said, "You don't have a girl you like, you don't understand."

Fang Ce: "..."

He shouldn't talk too much, he should just let this kid feel depressed. Now it's better. After saying more words, it's his turn to feel depressed.

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Capital, Changxing Marquis Mansion.

Meng Jinyao has not been out since she became pregnant. The doctor said that the fetus was not sitting firmly in the first three months and could easily cause miscarriage due to bumps and bumps. She had the fetus at home and did not go anywhere.

But she was at home all day long, and the days were a bit boring. There was a big age difference between her and her two sisters-in-law, so they had little to talk about. Her mother-in-law was easy to get along with, but she was a quiet person who usually didn’t like the younger generation to disturb her. Xiuyuan’s daughter-in-law Jiang Mr. Jiang is similar in age to her, but Mr. Jiang is a junior, so he respects her everywhere and is cautious when dealing with her.

Meng Jinyao, apart from listening to the maids gossiping about other people's families, was doing needlework or going to the study to read and pass the time. When she was sitting in the study in a daze, she was a little annoyed that she knew nothing about playing the piano or painting, and her husband couldn't even teach her how to learn it. Otherwise it would be more fun.

Qingqiu saw her sitting there for a moment, then asked: "Madam, what book do you want to read? I will help you find it."

Meng Jinyao thought for a while and said, "Go to the bookshelf and look for any books about ghosts and ghosts. Recently, I want to read stories about gods and ghosts."

Qingqiu responded and went to find it immediately.

Meng Jinyao was not idle either. She opened a drawer at random and took a look at what was there. She found some letters inside, but she didn't have the bad habit of peeking at other people's letters, so she just ignored them as if she hadn't seen them.

Suddenly, she saw a blue-covered book at the bottom of the drawer. Out of curiosity, she took the book out and found that the book didn't even have a title. She thought it was strange, so she flipped through it casually.

When she saw the blushing content in the book, her expression suddenly became subtle. It turned out to be a secret drama, and the painting style was very bold. The picture even made her feel a little familiar.

In the flash of lightning, a memory flashed through Meng Jinyao's mind, and her face became more and more subtle. According to the content in the book, her husband had done something to her...

Previously, she had wondered how her husband, who had never been close to women before, could come up with so many tricks. He learned his love from such unorthodox books, and then tried every means to use it on her.

At this time, Qingqiu took a book from the bookshelf and walked towards her. Seeing that her face was red, he asked: "Madam, why is your face so red?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Jinyao was startled. As if she had a guilty conscience, she closed the unruly book with a snap, stuffed it back into the drawer as quickly as possible, and then pretended to be nonchalant and said: "It's okay, it's probably in the study." It’s a bit hot, just go out and get some fresh air later.”

Qingqiu glanced at the open window on the side. The autumn wind blew in through the window. The room was cool, but where was the heat?

However, Qingqiu didn't dwell on this issue. Whatever his master said, it was whatever he said.