Chapter 26 She was soft, like a piece of cloud cake.

After a night of sound sleep, Song Jin woke up when the first ray of morning sun shone through the window in the early morning.

She blinked and was about to turn her head when she suddenly saw her husband half leaning on the bed, looking at her.

Song Jin: “!”

The sleepiness was driven away at once, and Song Jin woke up instantly!

【sky! 】

[Husband, why did you get up so early?] 】

[He looks like he hasn’t slept all night…]

Song Jin got up properly. She looked at the slight bruise under Xie Qiao's eyes and felt very worried.

The little hand was eager to touch Xie Qiao's forehead: "Husband, are you feeling unwell?"

Xie Qiao's face was slightly cold, but he did not dodge: "No problem."

Song Jin touched Xie Qiao's forehead and found that he was as cold as usual, which made him feel relieved.

Ice cubes must have the temperature of ice cubes.

It's scary when the ice melts!

"Oh, then my husband, you take a rest for a while. I'm going to set up the stall." After Song Jin said this, he moved slowly towards the bed.

Just when he moved halfway, his arm was held down by a cold hand.

Song Jin turned around: "Hmm?"

The morning sun was not bright, and she saw her husband with his back to the light, and even his expression seemed a little strange.

She asked, "Husband, what's wrong?"

"Are you still going to the village today?" Xie Qiao stopped the man and withdrew his cold hand.

Song Jin replied in a gentle voice: "No, the two carts of cakes and pastries sent are enough. If there are more, they won't be able to store them and they will go bad."

"Yes." Xie Qiao nodded, his voice as cold as ever, "Then come back tonight and I will teach you to read in person."

Song Jin's eyes widened.

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss…

personally.

Teach her to read?

Song Jin's face turned pale and he was not very happy.

Wouldn't it be good for the two of them to do something else themselves?

She opened her big, watery eyes and looked at Xie Qiao.

Seeing the expression of unquestionable on Xie Qiao's face, Song Jin could only swallow the words on his lips.

Finally, he nodded reluctantly: "Oh."

Song Jin moved away from the bed feeling aggrieved. She lifted the curtain to find her shoes and looked back at Xie Qiao before leaving.

But Xie Qiao's attitude was still obvious.

Not a cent was returned.

All right.

Song Jin gave up completely. She resigned herself to her fate and went out to work, making cakes and pastries. However, when it was time to close the stall, she moved very slowly.

Even the sparrow beside him felt something was wrong.

Que'er asked in a low voice: "Sister Xiaojin, why aren't you in a hurry to go back today? Are you angry with your brother-in-law?"

"I'm not angry," Song Jin sighed slightly, "I just have to do my homework when I get home."

"Doing homework?" Que'er was surprised: "Brother-in-law gave you homework, Sister Xiaojin, did he ask you to take the imperial examination?"

Que'er had heard before that Sister Xiaojin married a teacher, but she didn't expect that he would have to assign homework to his wife at home?

"That's what I mean." Song Jin was also helpless.

And she had clearly been watching everything just fine in the kitchen before, so why did her husband suddenly have to come and teach her in person?

That's a bit strange.

In order to confirm what happened last night, she went to the kitchen early in the morning and took the book of house rules written by her husband to the stall.

My husband probably won't notice...

She packed up the cakes for Xiu Cui Lou and carried the food box to deliver them: "Que'er, you pack the rest, I'll go deliver the cakes."

Que'er nodded: "Yes, Sister Xiaojin, go quickly!"

It was not far from the steamed bun stall to Xiu Cui Tower. As soon as Song Jin entered Xiu Cui Tower carrying the cakes, he heard a melodious sound of piano.

Song Jin stopped where he was, dimples slowly appearing.

This piano sounds so nice, it makes me not sound so unhappy anymore!

The music of the piano continued one after another until Song Jin brought the cakes to Ju Lan's house.

Song Jin put the cakes on the table and listened intently, unconsciously stretching his neck to look outside.

Ju Lan held the still hot cake and looked Song Jin up and down.

Then she smiled with her eyes curved, waved the fan over, stood next to Song Jin, and looked in the direction her eyes directed.

"Hey, who has fallen in love with you, little Jin'er? Maybe your husband at home has ignored you, so you came to our building to look for something new?"

Ju Lan teased.

Song Jin's face turned red: "Sister Ju Lan, you, don't talk nonsense! I am, I am..."

"You just like her because she's pretty? And she plays the piano beautifully?" Ju Lan touched Song Jin's nose with her fan: "I think you just like pretty girls."

Song Jin lowered his head even lower and clenched his fingers together awkwardly.

She, she really didn’t think much about it!

She just wanted to take a look...

Who doesn't like good-looking people?

Seeing Song Jin's cowardly look, Ju Lan was filled with dismay: "Look at you! What's so great about this!"

She continued, "He is a famous zither player in Ancheng, named Pei Chao. I heard that his mother passed on all her unique skills to him. Now, a distinguished guest will come to the building in two days, but we spent a lot of money to invite him."

"Is that so..." Song Jin raised his head and blinked: "No wonder he plays so beautifully, it's the best I've ever heard."

"You are quite knowledgeable, little girl!" Ju Lan whispered to Song Jin, "Don't say that your sister didn't take care of you! I will call him up in a while and let you see him to your heart's content."

Song Jin reached out to pull: "Sister Ju Lan, no need..."

"What are you afraid of? We're not forcing him!" Ju Lan pulled Song Jin and said, "Let's go and give them some snacks!"

Ju Lan half pulled and half tugged Song Jin downstairs.

Pei Chao had just finished a song. He sat cross-legged in front of the piano, and his slender and powerful fingers gently rested on the strings to pause the lingering sound.

Seeing two people stopped in front of him, he looked up and smiled warmly, especially when he saw Song Jin.

He was not confused or surprised, and obviously remembered who she was: "This girl..."

"Her name is Song Jin. She often brings snacks to our building. You happen to be here today, so you can try some too." Ju Lan pushed Song Jin and said, "Go and let her try some."

"Hmm!" Song Jin put the plate of dessert in front of him: "This one is not sweet, you can try it."

"Thank you." Pei Chao smiled warmly. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then picked up a piece of pastry and took a bite. "It's really good, but I don't eat pastries in the past. The rest can be shared with others."

"Okay." Song Jin was a little shy.

She was almost hiding behind Ju Lan.

In fact, she just watched from a distance and didn't really think about anything else.

She has a husband at home!

Ju Lan couldn't stand Song Jin's useless look. She frowned and said, "What did you just say upstairs?"

Song Jin showed up only after she was called.

Pei Chao looked at Song Jin gently.

Song Jin felt a little embarrassed.

She is always like this in front of good-looking people.

"Master Pei, you play really beautifully."

Pei Chao seemed to be used to hearing compliments from others. He gladly accepted it: "Thank you."

Song Jin shrank his neck: "You're welcome!"

Pei Chao suddenly asked, "Miss Song, can you play the piano?"

"I can't play the piano." Song Jin smiled and said, "I can only make cakes and steamed buns. I steam steamed buns very well."

"It's not easy to make good steamed buns. There are always things you are good at and things you are not good at in this world. You don't have to force yourself." Pei Chao looked up, "Miss Song, are you willing to try?"

"Try it?" Song Jin was confused.

“Just give it a try!”

Ju Lan reacted quickly and pushed Song Jin over.

Suddenly he closed the distance between himself and Pei Chao, and a fresh fragrance came to his face. Song Jin took a deep breath and even felt a little better.

Pei Chao had already made room for her on the chair.

Song Jin sat down carefully, keeping a little distance between them.

The zither in front of him looked very valuable, and Song Jin was a little worried: "Will I break it?"

"It's okay." Pei Chao shook his head gently: "I have two guitars with me. The one my mother left for me is upstairs. This is what I usually use for practice. It's not a big deal."

Song Jin rubbed her hands on her skirt to make sure her fingers were clean, then she extended a finger to touch the strings.

“Ding——”

This sound is not pleasant.

Song Jin withdrew his hand timidly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's okay. It's always like this the first time. This is how you play the piano." Pei Chao said as he put both hands on the piano, holding the strings with one hand and plucking the one that Song Jin had just played with the other.

A completely different voice came out!

"How amazing!" Song Jin opened his eyes wide.

It's obviously the same string, so why is the sound so different?

Pei Chao modestly said: "I have been practicing since I was young, so naturally I know more than ordinary people, but it's just a trivial skill."

"No, no, it really sounds good..." Song Jin asked in a low voice, "I wonder when Master Pei will be able to perform. Can I come and see?"

Pei Chao looked at Song Jin's sincere question and shook his head: "I won't be performing publicly this time. If Miss Song wants to listen, why don't you go to Ancheng next time?"

Ancheng...

Song Jin responded politely: "Okay, I will definitely go if I have the chance."

Seeing that it was getting late, Ju Lan smiled and pulled Song Jin up.

She said to Pei Chao, "Okay! We won't bother you anymore. Master Pei can continue to practice the new piece. I'll teach the girl in the room how to dance in two days, and then I'll come and sing a piece with you."

"Okay." Pei Chao nodded slightly.

Song Jin was pulled away by Ju Lan, with deep dimples.

I only heard Ju Lan say: "I felt that you were in a bad mood when I just came in. How are you now? Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Song Jin nodded quickly, but she was thinking about something else: "Sister Ju Lan, what did Master Pei Qin use on herself just now? It smells so good."

If it's not expensive, she also wants to buy one for her husband.

"That one, it's said to be the most popular scented powder in Kyoto a while ago. It's for men. It has no color when applied on the face, but it's very good for the skin and leaves a very pleasant scent. It just got around recently."

"Sister Julan, is this scented powder sold in Chongzhou?"

When Song Jin heard this, she thought it was a good thing. Her husband’s face was so handsome and should be protected.

Ju Lan thought for a moment and said, "There probably isn't any in Chongzhou. I guess someone will have to bring it back from Kyoto."

"You have to bring it back from such a far place." Song Jin was a little embarrassed.

It sounds like it's going to be expensive...

Although her husband is a little older than her, she shouldn't need this, right?

Then I’ll buy it in Kyoto later!

The setting sun was hidden in the clouds, burning the sky red for half a day.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the streets are very busy.

Song Jin walked and stopped to buy things along the way, and filled his stomach at a snack stall. Then he calculated the price of the incense powder, and soon he walked back to Chunliu Lane.

She hesitated for a while before opening the door.

She was unhappy when she thought that her husband would have to watch her recite the family rules after she went in.

Which bastard ancestor of the Xie family came up with these things to torture his descendants? If she were the ancestor of the Xie family, she would definitely abolish these rules and regulations immediately!

Song Jin kicked a few stones at the door with a small backpack on his shoulder, then pushed the door open with a sigh.

never mind.

I have to go home anyway.

The yard was silent, with only the occasional crackling sound from the stove in the kitchen which had been burning all the time.

The room was brightly lit with candles, and Xie Qiao's shadow was reflected on the window.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the figure moved.

He got up from the chair, opened the door, and looked at Song Jin standing in the yard: "Ajin, you're back?"

"Uh-huh."

Even though he knew that he would be watched and forced to recite things in a moment, the moment he saw Xie Qiao, Song Jin's lips curled up unconsciously.

Hmm.

My husband is really handsome.

In order to make her husband look good for longer, she must buy that box of perfume powder for her husband!

Xie Qiao saw the girl standing still in the yard, holding the strap of her shoulder bag. He turned slightly and said, "It's cold outside, come in."

"Oh oh." Song Jin ran over hurriedly, and as soon as he entered the door, his little face completely fell.

A stack of paper, a pen, and a book of newly written house rules.

These three things were neatly placed on the table, and Song Jin could see them clearly as soon as he entered the room.

I didn't expect my husband's writing speed was so fast that he finished it in just one day.

She turned back with a bitter face and blinked her eyes: "Husband, can I not carry it? I promise that I won't get into trouble if I don't carry it!"

But when she turned around, she felt that something was wrong with her husband's expression.

It seemed that my husband's expression had been a little strange since this morning.

He stood at the door with his hands behind his back, as if he would catch her at any time if she tried to escape, and his expression was three times colder than usual.

Not only that, but it also carries a certain seriousness.

He seemed like the kind of teacher that Song Jin was most afraid of in the classroom.

Song Jin had attended a private school for two years before. Later, when her grandmother became seriously ill, she followed her grandfather to take care of her grandmother and no longer went to the private school.

But she still remembers being spanked on the hand when she didn't memorize the book well.

It hurts so much!

Song Jin subconsciously clenched his palms.

She waited obediently for Xie Qiao's answer.

finally--

“No.”

Xie Qiao flatly refused, leaving no room for negotiation: "These are not to prevent you from getting into trouble, but they are the basis for your future behavior at home."

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Song Jin could only sit dejectedly at the table.

Xie Qiao sat opposite Song Jin, looking like a strict teacher.

"Ajin, today you just copy the first page, just familiarize yourself with it." Xie Qiao stretched out his hand and pushed a blank piece of paper in front of Song Jin, "Let's get started."

"Oh." Song Jin slowly picked up the pen, opened the first page of the family rules, and wrote a few words stroke by stroke.

Xie Qiao looked at her beautiful handwriting, and his anger from last night was reduced by three points.

Song Jin's calligraphy is neat and elegant. Although it cannot compare with those of famous masters, it is not ugly.

Although she was reluctant, she copied carefully.

Is a serious student.

Before he could read the next word, the girl who was copying carefully suddenly looked up and said, "Husband, can you play the piano?"

Xie Qiao didn't understand why Song Jin asked this, so he just answered truthfully: "I know a little bit."

He is proficient in all six arts of a gentleman.

"Really?" Song Jin was very surprised.

I didn’t expect that my husband can also play the piano! I wonder who plays the piano better, him or Master Pei!

Help, she wants to hear it now!

Anyway, anything is more interesting than copying books!

Seeing that the girl was obviously distracted, Xie Qiao reminded her calmly, "Ajin, focus."

Song Jin immediately responded obediently: "Oh."

But after writing a few words, Song Jin looked up again.

Under the candlelight, her little face looked even cuter, like a well-behaved kitten.

"Husband..." She whispered, "I don't know how to write this word. Can you teach me?"

The girl's voice was as soft as a piece of cloud cake.

He suddenly remembered that night when they consummated their marriage.

The girl's body was burning hot, her face and body were red as fire, he was a little afraid to touch her, and even kissed her lips only lightly.

Just for a moment.

Xie Qiao felt soft-hearted, but as a husband, he had no way of refusing.

As a teacher, he couldn't refuse.

He stood up and sat on the bench with her.

The two figures came close, and Xie Qiao put his arms around Song Jin. The girl in his arms was well-behaved and lovely, and when they were sitting, he could easily hug her.

He held the pen in his right hand and prepared to write the word.

But then, the girl in his arms leaned over and kissed the back of his hand.

Xie Qiao: “!”

He frowned slightly and wanted to give a lecture.

But the moment the girl moved, he suddenly stopped——

There was a scent on her that didn't belong to her.