I raised a husband in ancient times

Pei Xing looked at a loss, he just wanted to help her husband?

Why did he always seem to be clumsy, unable to do a little thing well, he was secretly distressed.

Xiao Miao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly came out to show her presence: "Hey, master, your husband is so enthusiastic, why don't you follow him soon."

Lu Yiming's head was full of black lines: "Don't come out to make trouble at a time like this."

"Master, you have been a bachelor for 30 years. I suspected that you either had a problem with your sexual orientation or something. Your husband, who is so cute, would not do anything. Master, do you need to find a doctor... ..."

"Say one more word, I won't go up the mountain tomorrow."

Wouldn't it be a pain point?right?

Xiao Miao, who thought she had grasped the truth, turned off the wheat.

Lu Yiming thought for a moment. Children in the rebellious period of youth have not yet developed their values, so it is necessary to build a correct value system for him, so that he can understand what can and cannot be done.

He picked up the book on the table, softened his voice, and said earnestly: "This book can only be read after you have passed the age of eighteen."

I saw the child who had been depressed suddenly raised his head, looked at him with bright eyes, and asked quickly, as if he would refuse if he was a second late: "Husband, then I can watch it in three months, right? "

With this excited look, he completely ignored his own words.

However, he really didn't expect that the kid in front of him was about to usher in his coming-of-age ceremony. Looking at his scrawny body, he was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"There are still three months and eighteen?"

When he was thinking, he didn't notice that Pei Xing's smile froze, he withdrew his exposed emotions, and bursts of sour springs gushed out from his heart: "Does your husband dislike you for being old?"

17 years old, isn't he an old man at 30?

"No, I'm just surprised you're still so young."

No matter how small, after [-], you will be an old man!

He hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly asked another question in his heart, anxiously waiting for the answer: "Does your husband want to teach me to read?"

A burst of immature laughter spewed out from the mouth of a certain Miao Miao who was almost silenced: "Hahaha, master, you also have today. You have explained the truth to my husband, but he couldn't understand the words at all."

"He also said that people's thoughts are not pure, I don't think they are pure... oh!"

A certain Xiao Miao, who was so complacent, was completely silenced.

After Lu Yiming was stunned, he asked incredulously, "Are you illiterate?"

Pei Xing nodded uneasily, does your husband dislike him?

Lu Yiming suddenly remembered that, except for the brothers of the official family, ordinary brothers are not eligible to go to elementary school and take the imperial examination.

In other words, Pei Xing was really illiterate.

He put the book in front of him unwillingly and asked, "Have you read the contents of this book?"

Pei Xing shook his head resolutely: "I won't randomly rummage through your husband's things."

When Lu Yiming got the answer, his face was expressionless.

So what happened just now was all his misunderstanding, and the other party didn't understand what he was saying at all.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, embarrassment can't catch up with me.

"This book is not allowed to be read before." He emphasized again.

"Yeah." Fu Lang nodded obediently.

Teaching people to read and write is a very troublesome thing. Lu Yiming didn't want to take over this tedious task, but once he met the pair of deer eyes full of sincerity and longing in front of him, he compromised again.

He has to blame him, he explained.

"Then start tomorrow and learn calligraphy with me at night."

"Is it really possible?"

Lu Yiming nodded without being impatient.

The other party showed a smile in front of him for the first time, with bright eyes and sparse eyebrows, and thousands of stars are hidden deep in the crescent-shaped eyes. How should I put it, there is a smell of melting spring snow, which is easy to catch this joy.

"Are you so happy reading?"

The other party nodded heavily, reading and writing is of course fun, but the happiest thing is that the husband wants to teach him to read and write himself!

He didn't look down on his ignorance, and the husband didn't despise himself!

Happy!

"But let's talk about it, I'm very strict."

"I am not afraid of hardship, I am willing to learn!"

"Aren't you afraid even if you get beaten?"

"I'm not afraid of anything."

"it is good."

Lu Yiming put this boudoir book aside, picked up another "Nongzhi", and flipped through it casually.

"... Spring harvesters must grow tall and tall, and count as many as one tree..."

On the side of the text of this book, there is a remark on the original body. After he returns, he intends to grow mulberry and raise silkworms. But now, Lu Yiming doesn't know how to do these farm work, so naturally he can't follow his wish and live a life where men farm and women weave Life.

It's okay to let him kill people. Does he seem to be a person who can do it by farming and raising silkworms?

Most of Yuanzheng's books were related to agriculture, so he flipped through them a few times, and casually threw them aside.

Pei Xing stared at these densely packed small characters seriously, as if he could recognize them after just a few more glances.

When Lu Yiming saw it, he simply took out a piece of paper, wrote down the word "Pei Xing", and motioned him to come and have a look.

He pointed to the characters and read them to the other party one by one: "This is your name, this is Pei, this is a star, the moon is temporarily dark, and the star is always bright. Your father hopes that you will always shine like a star in the sky. Always be happy."

"Ok!"

Husband is so amazing, it turns out that his name has such a deep meaning, he moved his fingers, and couldn't help but draw the lines of the word "star" stroke by stroke.

"How do you write your husband's handwriting?"

Pei Xing raised his lowered head up suddenly, and almost bumped into Lu Yiming, who was bent over to pick up a pen. The distance between the two of them was only an inch, and Lu Yiming could even clearly feel the heat of the other party's exhalation.

The other party's clear and bright eyes were still smiling, and only his own face was reflected in the pupils. His two thin lips were playfully raised up, like a peaceful crescent moon.

A drop of water fell from a clear spring, and the entire surface of the water was choppy.

He lost his mind.

Lu Yiming leaned back, swallowed, and said in a deep voice, "This is the end of today's activities, it's time to go to bed and rest."

The person who was jumping like a bird suddenly quieted down. He pressed his beating heart, his face was flushed, and his movements became awkward.

He thought to himself: finally, finally coming?

Lu Yiming walked quickly to the bed, took off only one piece, lifted the quilt and got in, and greeted someone who was still in a daze: "What are you doing in a daze, aren't you idle?"

The other party took off his clothes tremblingly, and there was a trembling ending in his voice: "Come, come."

The oil lamp was dimmed, and he heard the child groping and sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark, and he stepped onto the bed after making sure that the vacancy had not changed.

"Bam—"

It doesn't matter if you move, it's really terrible, Pei Xing hurriedly didn't pay attention to the lintel above his head, and burst into tears in an instant.

Lu Yiming's night vision was very good, and he happened to notice the whole process, watching the child bit his lip, the corners of his eyes were watery with pain, and he clumsily pulled up the corners of his mouth unkindly.

He joked in a good mood: "Is this the legendary kowtow to apologize?"

"Well—you're laughing at me!"

This time I was really wronged and cried.

Really delicate, Lu Yiming sat up helplessly, patted the other person's back, and asked comfortingly: "It hurts so much?"

He sniffed, broke away from Lu Yiming's comforting hand, lay down with his back to him, pulled the quilt over his head, and pretended that he didn't exist. He also has a temper!

Lu Yiming gathered the quilt beside him, lay down and closed his eyes.

After a long time, when Lu Yiming was about to fall asleep, a faint voice came from the side: "Husband, aren't you consummating the marriage tonight?"