Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Painting

"Ma'am, are you asleep?"

Along with the cool sound like flowing mountain spring, a loud thunder exploded in the air.

No, why would my husband come here so late?

Is she going to blame her for slapping Shen Tingxue's maid today?

"Sister-in-law, if I show up in your room late at night, will my cousin misunderstand something?" Song Jin, who was about to cry, didn't expect that he would come so late. Instead of having the mentality of a mistress who was trying to steal someone else's girl, he was adding fuel to the fire and making the matter even worse.

"How about I go and explain it to my cousin now? I think he'll understand."

"Shut up." Jiang Wu's head started to throb with pain when he heard him speak.

Oh, what is there to understand? If her husband really saw that there were other men in her room, they might not be in trouble, but she would definitely be accused of being fickle and then thrown into the pig cage.

You have to know that this world is always tolerant to men, but so harsh to women that it has to be measured with a ruler.

"Madam, are you asleep?" Xie Ji outside the door did not leave after receiving no response, but spoke again.

"Not yet, husband, please wait a moment."

As the door was about to be pushed open, Jiang Wu, anxious enough to sweat profusely, scanned the room. Then, with gritted teeth, he pushed the man under the bed. "Get under the bed!"

Ji Xiao was hiding in the closet. There was no place else to hide except under the bed. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest.

Song Jin, who was being pushed under the bed, also had a grim expression on his face, but he said sympathetically, "Sister-in-law, as long as I explain it to my cousin clearly, I think he will understand."

Seeing that he still didn't give up even when facing death, Jiang Wu was afraid that he was plotting to frame her. How could she really let him do what he wanted? She simply spread her hands and looked at him with a smile, "Okay, if he finds you later, I will say that you suddenly came to my room in the middle of the night, and that you said you were cold and your clothes were wet, so I asked you to find your cousin's clothes for you to wear."

"Anyway, you've already said it. As long as you explain it clearly, your cousin will definitely forgive you." Each of these things is innocent if taken individually, but if they are combined together.

Late at night, heavy rain, foreign man, wet body.

In an instant, the smile on Song Jin's lips froze.

Because he really didn't dare let his cousin find out that he was in her room in the middle of the night. You know, not long ago, his cousin had just sent someone to knock him for entering the backyard without permission. If he found out that he was in his cousin's room late at night again, even if the person he loved was not the woman in front of him, she would still occupy his position as his wife.

As a man, how could he allow a fire to start in his backyard? The person who touched his woman was his cousin who he kindly let stay at his home.

After figuring it out, Song Jin felt a chill suddenly rising from the soles of his feet, then spread throughout his limbs and bones, making his teeth chatter with cold.

You have to know that his cousin seems friendly to him on weekdays, but a man who can become the ruler of a country before he is thirty years old is definitely not an ordinary person without any means.

If he wanted to make himself disappear, it would be as easy as crushing an ant. Even his family did not dare to raise any questions.

This time, Jiang Wu didn't need to persuade him anymore. Song Jin, his outer shirt soaked with cold sweat, had already crawled in with a pale face.

As for the other one, Jiang Wu thought, he shouldn't be stupid enough to run away.

After making sure there was nothing unusual, Jiang Wu, whose palms were sweating with nervousness, immediately ran to open the door. Before opening the door, she saw the clothes that Song Jin had changed earlier. She picked them up with disgust and stuffed them under the bed.

After making sure there were no other problems, he jogged to open the door again.

"Husband, you are here."

Ji Xiao, who was hiding in the closet, heard her call "husband", the soft, sweet and charming voice. He felt half of his body soften and subconsciously wanted to respond. But when he realized what stupid thing he was going to do, he quickly covered his mouth.

She felt even more jealous in her heart, and when he came out, she would definitely make her call her husband.

No, you have to shout three times, and the remaining two will be counted as interest.

Xie Ji, holding a green bamboo and white silk umbrella, stepped into the house. Even though he had opened the umbrella when he came in, the hem of his clothes and cuffs were still wet by the rain.

He asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet so late?"

Jiang Wu turned aside to let him in and made up an excuse, "It's raining and thundering outside, and I can't sleep."

Xie Ji, who had put his umbrella outside the door, did not deny it. "It seems that the rain is really heavy. Even the house is leaking."

"Ah?" Jiang Wumu, his mind blank, followed his gaze blankly, only to see two puddles of water suddenly appearing on the clean floor.

The positions of the two pools of water corresponded exactly to where Song Jinye and Ji Xiao had stood before.

Jiang Wu's face quickly flushed red with embarrassment, and she wanted to throw herself forward to block the two puddles of water. In fact, she lowered her head, not daring to look at him. Her hands were almost twisted into a dough, and she stammered, "I just accidentally spilled it when I was drinking water earlier."

"Oh, really?" The man's usually cold voice sounded even colder than jade in the heavy rain late at night.

"That's right." Jiang Wu felt both justified and confident at this moment.

"Madam, you really need to drink water slowly. Otherwise, how could you not even notice that your clothes were wet?"

After he finished speaking, Jiang Wu felt a chill on her chest and lowered her head. Because she liked to stay cool in the summer, she only wore a coat over her bellyband. Now the coat was wet, clearly showing the color of her bellyband.

It is pink and embroidered with peach blossoms in silver thread.

Jiang Wu felt a surge of heat rushing to her head, quickly covering her chest with her hands and turning around, tapping her toes in embarrassment. "I was just about to change my clothes, and you came."

Thinking about him coming over so late, Jiang Wu asked, "Husband, are you going to sleep with me tonight?"

Xie Ji, whose ears were red, did not deny it. Instead, he turned around, clenched his fist, placed it on his lips and coughed softly, "It's cold, Madam, you'd better change your clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold."

Speaking of changing clothes, Jiang Wu's scalp tingled and she thought of Ji Xiao hiding in the closet. If she didn't change, wouldn't it be obvious that she was hiding someone in the closet?

If she said she liked wearing wet clothes to keep cool, he would definitely think she was crazy.

Jiang Wu, so anxious that she bit a row of marks on her lips, lingered there for a long time before opening the wardrobe, not forgetting to use her body to block the man's sight behind her.

As soon as a gap opened, Ji Xiao's flushed face was reflected directly in the dilated pupils, and their eyes met.

The alarm in Jiang Wu's mind quickly sounded. After pulling off the piece of clothing closest to his hand, he slammed the cabinet door shut.

Ji Xiao, who was feeling uncomfortable in his lower body, had no time to say anything before his tall nose was almost hit by the cabinet door. It was such an unexpected disaster.

Jiang Wu stood in front of the closet door and calmed his heartbeat for a long time before he hugged the clothes and dragged his soft legs to the wardrobe to change clothes.

When Ji Xiao hugged her earlier, she didn't feel anything at first. But when she changed her clothes, Jiang Wu found that even her inner clothes were soaked. She didn't want to go to the closet to get more clothes, so she thought it didn't matter if she didn't wear anything underneath.

Until the clothes were unfolded, her cheeks instantly turned red enough to drip blood.

Although she likes to feel cool at night, it doesn't mean she has to feel that cool.

If she really went out dressed like that, even if he was slow-witted, he would think she was seducing him.

"Madam, haven't you changed your clothes yet?" Xie Ji's voice came from outside, and Jiang Wu, whose cheeks were burning, had to bite the bullet and come out even if she was reluctant.

He just held his hands to his chest, not daring to let go easily.

After just one glance, Xie Ji turned around with red ears and walked towards the closet, obviously to get her a new piece of clothing.

If he opened the wardrobe, he would find Ji Xiao hiding inside, and then he would find Song Jinye, and in the end, her life would be in danger.

In a flash, Jiang Wu, not caring about being shy, went up to him and grabbed his wrist, saying with a stiff upper lip, "It's hot at night, I'm used to wearing this."

Xie Ji, whose wrist was held, didn't even dare to open his eyes. He could only breathe heavier unconsciously. "Even if you like to be cool, it's still too cool to be dressed like this."

Or maybe what he wanted to say was that it was indecent and immoral.

She wore a Changchun pink bellyband embroidered with Xuandu flowers and a piece of gilded peony gauze over it. The bellyband seemed to be a size too small on her. It could neither cover the collarbone under her fair neck nor her breasts, and even part of her slender waistline was exposed.

The light and thin green feather gauze dress cannot hide the delicate skin and well-proportioned body curves, which appear and disappear like flowers viewed from the clouds, making people more tantalized than straightforward seduction.

The skin is as thin as ice and the crimson gauze is full, the waist is as slender as sandalwood and the bones are fragrant.

Jiang Wu, who didn't dare to look up, knew how cool her clothes were. She was even more afraid that he would open the wardrobe, so she forced a smile and said, "Husband, you said before that clothes are the carrier and people are the subject. Can't I wear whatever I want in my own room?"

Then, suppressing her shyness, she lifted up her thin, almost unbearable breasts and looked him in the eye. "My husband, do you think my clothes are indecent? I'm ashamed of you."

Ji Xiao, who was hiding in the closet, felt his cheeks getting hot and two lines of hot blood flowing down his nose the moment she appeared in front of the closet.

He frantically tried to block it with his hands.

No, who told her to dress like this in the house for other men to see!

Her words also made Xie Ji curl up his fingertips, which were about to put his hand on the wardrobe door, and retract it.

Jiang Wu was afraid that he would find out something, so she yawned and said, "Husband, I'm a little sleepy. Let's go to bed."

Xie Ji, whose body was stiff for a moment, nodded, then took off his coat and hung it on the wooden handle, then walked towards the bed.

"Ah, husband, will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Madam is surprised?"

Thinking that there were two other men hiding in the room, Jiang Wu had to swallow her surprise, digging her nails into her palms and shaking her head frantically.

But she was really surprised. You know, they used to sleep in separate beds in the same room, and he should have kept his chastity for Shen Tingxue. Could it be that he was trying to prove that he was only suitable for Shen Tingxue and not for anyone else?

Walking to the nine-branched lamp, Xie Ji, who had extinguished most of the candlelight with a silver hairpin, suddenly chuckled. The chuckle was unexpectedly creepy and chilling. "Madam, don't you think this room is a bit lively today?"

The face with eyes as big as pools and as fair as jade was half hidden in the darkness, as if he knew everything.

Jiang Wu's heart was beating like a drum, and his palms were sweating. He covered his guilty conscience and asked knowingly, "Aren't we just the two of us?"

After saying this, Jiang Wu clearly felt a hand reaching out from under the bed and touching her ankle. The hand was as cold as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and was moving up along her ankle unscrupulously.

Jiang Wu, who was both shocked and angry, naturally guessed who the owner of this hand was. He was really not afraid of death, or he was very brave!

"Madam, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?" His concern was like a drop of water falling into a boiling pot of oil.

The rain outside the window was falling even harder, and the strong wind was crackling as if it was going to blow away all the windows and uproot the flowers and plants in the yard.

"No, I just drank some water, and now I feel a little thirsty. Husband, can you please pour me a glass of water?" Jiang Wu raised her other foot and stepped on the hand without mercy, and kicked it in quickly after it hurt him.

If he wants to die, I won't stop him, but if he wants to die, he can't take her with him. She still wants to live a few more years.

Xie Ji didn't say yes or no, but turned around and poured her a glass of water. "Don't drink so much water at night, otherwise you will often get up at night, and it will be easy to get edema when you wake up the next day."

"I know. I was just thirsty." Jiang Wu, who wasn't really thirsty, put down the cup after taking a few sips. Thinking that Song Jin might still act up, she asked, "Husband, can I sleep on the outside tonight?"

She was really afraid that he was such a perceptive person that he would discover that there was a wild man hiding under the bed.

When his eyes looked over, Jiang Wu felt a chill on her back and licked her lips. She explained dryly, "I drank too much water at night, and I was worried that I would wake up and disturb you."

Xie Ji's Adam's apple rolled, and he was about to utter "It's okay." His little wife was already sleeping on the outside with a soft pillow in her arms. She reached out and patted the pillow on the other side, "Husband, I'm a little sleepy. Let's go to bed."

"You go to sleep first, I'll get a new quilt." As he said this, he was about to walk back to the wardrobe, and the hearts of both of them instantly rose to their throats.

Jiang Wu, with her fingers clenched into her palms, said quickly as he was about to open the cabinet to get a new one: "I got the quilt in front wet. My husband and I can just cover ourselves with the same quilt."

Xie Ji didn't say anything, he just turned around and looked at her with his cold dark eyes, obviously wanting her to give a reasonable explanation.

Explanation, how can she come up with a reasonable explanation?

Jiang Wu, unable to come up with a reason, jumped out of bed in a hurry, grabbed his sleeve and walked to the bed. She yawned again and forced out a tear of sleepiness, "Husband, I'm sleepy. Can we go to bed together? Or does your husband despise me and not even want to share a blanket with me?"

"I don't mean to dislike you, it's just that the quilt you're covering is too thin, and the temperature may drop sharply at night." Xie Ji calmly let go of her hand and walked straight to the closet where the quilt was placed. This made Jiang Wu's heart rise to her throat again, and she reached out anxiously to grab his sleeve again.

"Husband, there are no quilts in the closet."

The man ignored his wife's words and just opened his thin lips and said, "I need to see it with my own eyes to confirm it."

Although Song Jin, who was hiding under the bed, had limited vision, he also became suspicious of Jiang Wu's overly anxious attitude.

Could it be that she is hiding something in the closet?

Ji Xiaozheng, who was hiding in the closet, didn't dare to make a sound. He pulled the clothes beside him to cover his face, and held the dagger with a fierce look in his eyes.

If he opened the wardrobe later, he would rush over disguised as an assassin.

Otherwise, if he finds out, the consequences will be disastrous.

Just when everyone in the room was preoccupied with their own thoughts, Xie Ji, who was the center of everyone's attention, walked to the wardrobe and then to a box beside him, opened it, and took out a brocade silk quilt from it.

"Madam, you forgot. The quilt is not only in the wardrobe, but also in the kang cabinet."

"Yes, really? Look at my memory, I have completely forgotten." Jiang Wu, who had not expected such a sudden turn of events, was shocked to find that she had broken out in a cold sweat. When the wind blew, a layer of sticky coldness spread across her back.

Xie Ji, who had already made the bed, turned around, his pair of usually cold peach blossom eyes rarely stained with a touch of softness, "Okay, go to sleep, didn't you say you were sleepy?"

"Yes, yes, I am sleepy."

After lying down, Xie Ji clearly felt the stiffness of the person next to him. "Madam, you are very nervous. Are you not used to it?"

It seems that he was too proactive and inevitably scared her.

"No, how could I be nervous?" Jiang Wu, whose body was stiff and she dared not move, was naturally nervous. After all, there was a person hiding under the bed and another person hiding in the closet, not to mention that her husband was sleeping on the bed.

Jiang Wu pulled the quilt over her head and turned to face him. "Husband, I'm so sleepy. I'm going to sleep first. Good night."

Xie Ji stared at the back of her head for a long time before slowly saying, "Good night."

Jiang Wu originally thought that it would be impossible for her to fall asleep in such a panicky atmosphere, but strangely, she fell into a deep sleep not long after she touched the pillow.

At the same time, her husband, who was hiding under the bed, in the closet, or even sleeping beside her pillow, fell asleep one after another.

After falling asleep, Jiang Wu soon fell into a new dream.

It was raining heavily outside the dream, but it was sunny inside the dream.

"Slave, who allowed you to move around? If you cause any problems to my painting, you can forget about your job."

After opening her eyes, Jiang Wu found that she was standing in a garden full of flowers. She held a brush in one hand and a white porcelain lotus-shaped palette in the other. There was also a drawing board in front of her. It was obvious that she was painting.

In front of him was Ji Xiao, who was holding a pot of flowers for her to paint.

He was no longer shirtless today, but was wearing clothes made of several pieces of linen to cover his overly muscular chest.

With his strong breathing, his strong chest muscles seemed to be about to burst through the thin layer of clothing.

Jiang Wu's hands trembled when he thought of the painting he had just touched not long ago. The painting, which was not very good to begin with, looked like a mangy dog ​​that had been thrown a piece of mud on it, and it was unsightly to look at.

Xiaohong was still flattering her, "Miss, your painting is really beautiful, especially the last stroke, it's simply a stroke of genius. The whole painting should have been bright and majestic, but that one stroke has added the boundless loneliness that is unique to the bleak and cold autumn. It's like a warning to us that although flowers are beautiful, we must also pay attention to the loneliness and desolation after the flowers die. Don't forget the cruel winter because of the beauty in front of us."

"Ah?" Jiang Wu's cheeks flushed at her praise. "Actually, my painting is not as good as you said." And it's not as profound as you said.

"Miss! How can you be so lacking in self-confidence?" Xiao Hong, with a serious expression on her face, raised her voice in disapproval. "Miss, look at the exquisiteness of your brushstrokes, the richness of your use of colors, and the profoundness of your conception. Even Wu Daozi would be impressed by them!"

"If I were to say so, there is no one in the entire State of Yan who can paint better than you, young lady."

"Okay, keep a low profile." Although she was praising him in an exaggerated way and Jiang Wu felt inexplicably ashamed, he still felt very happy listening to it.

Because of Xiaohong's praise, Jiang Wu couldn't help but feel elated, and his palms were itching to draw eighteen or twenty pictures of it.

However, when she was about to continue painting, she found that the paper she brought was used up. Xiaohong, being a lackey, immediately offered a plan, "Miss, let me tell you, it's because that lowly slave has been uncooperative that your painting has not gone smoothly. Why don't you paint on his body?"

Jiang Wu suddenly became curious, "How do you paint on a person's body?"

"Of course." Xiaohong smiled and whispered in the lady's ear in a lewd manner.

Jiang Wu opened his mouth slightly and felt like he had opened the door to a new world. Even his ears turned red. He wanted to say that it might be a bad thing.

But then again, the touch she had felt earlier was indeed quite good, and maybe painting on him would bring out something in her.

In reality, she didn't dare to do anything to him, but in her dream, she had to do whatever she wanted.

Ji Xiao, who had just come back to his senses from the dizziness of the scorching sun, licked his lips out of thirst when several strong women came over and surrounded him.

Before he could react, his shirt had been stripped off and his limbs were tied to the table, unable to move, like a fish on a sticky board.

Because his eyes are covered by the black cloth, his hearing, sense of smell, and the parts of his body that are touched become extremely sensitive.

His sensitive ears heard someone approaching him, and what arrived before her was the sweet peach blossom scent on her body, which lightly dispelled the heat on his head. His lips became drier as his Adam's apple rolled.

He wanted to drink water, desperately wanted to drink water to relieve the dryness and heat in his mouth.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, his body trembled violently, veins popped out on his neck, and he couldn't help but let out a heavy gasp from his throat. His bound hands and feet curled up inward, not knowing whether out of comfort or shame.

Jiang Wu heard a muffled groan but ignored it. Instead, she continued to pick up her brush and used her body as a canvas to paint the lessons that Nanny Cui had taught her during the day.

Today we are teaching the method of Wei Su from the Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art. There is a flat ground with a perimeter of twelve zhang and a height of two zhang. The product of the sum ...

She wrote every stroke with extreme care, which was a torture for Ji Xiao who was treated as a canvas.

It's not just physical torture, it's more psychological torture.

When the soft end of the brush fell on his body, he first felt an itch all over his body, and then the itch started from the brush stroke and spread to the surrounding areas little by little.

The itch was like a brave kitten stretching out its claws to scratch his heart, but the claws could never reach the right spot, like scratching an itch through a shoe.

Ji Xiao clenched his teeth tightly and tried not to make a sound. He believed that he could withstand any torture and would never beg for mercy from the enemy, but this kind of torture was the first time he had encountered it in his life.

I think it's a new trick to humiliate him and break down his psychological defenses!

Jiang Wu, who had just begun to have some ideas for solving the problem, saw him twisting and turning like a maggot. She was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped him, "Why are you fidgeting? Can't you see I'm painting?"

Her hand hit Ji Xiao's petals exactly, and bounced twice with great elasticity.

Jiang Wu realized what she had done and looked at Ji Xiao in horror and disgust. Ji Xiao curled up like a boiled shrimp and his whole body turned red after she accidentally hit him on the buttocks. Her hand shook, causing her pen to make a mistake and ruining the numbers she had written down with great difficulty.

Suddenly, he frantically took out a handkerchief to help him wipe it clean, but when he took out the handkerchief, he suddenly remembered.

That’s not right. This is her dream. Why should she be so timid and cowardly?

"I didn't mean to hit you. It's your butt that's sticking out like that, blocking my view while I'm painting." Jiang Wu, feeling guilty at first, secretly put her hands behind her back and nodded confidently, "That's right."

Ji Xiao had never suffered such humiliation since he was a child, especially being spanked, and his hair turned red from his heels to his head in an instant.

He must, must kill this woman who dared to humiliate him like this!

Xiaohong saw Sister Ruyi suddenly open her eyes and walk forward with an extremely ugly expression. She was so anxious that she reached out to stop her, "Sister Ruyi, what are you doing? Can't you see that the young lady is painting?"

"You know, young lady hates being disturbed when she's painting."

"Miss, if you want to paint, I..." Ruyi couldn't bring herself to call herself a slave. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "You can paint on me."

Before Jiang Wu could say anything, Xiao Hong screamed as if frightened, and even tried to reach out to touch her forehead, "Sister Ruyi, are you still having a high fever? Otherwise, how could you be talking nonsense?"

"I didn't." Ruyi said with a gloomy face as he was about to unbutton his coat, but just as his hand touched the belt, his fingertips froze and his face darkened.

After all, he is using someone else's body now. Even if it is in a dream, it is not a reason for him to do whatever he wants with someone else's body.

He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the foul air in his chest, and then suppressed his anger and said, "Miss, please wait a moment. I will go get some new drawing paper."

Jiang Wu was about to say, no need, the front of that person is already painted, can't we paint the back? But after meeting her cold and serious eyes, he closed his mouth.

Because of that look, it was really easy for her to think of Xie Ji's old-fashioned face, the one that always liked to punish her with a ruler.

After watching her get new paper, Jiang Wu lost interest in continuing painting. He threw down his pen and prepared to take a good look around this dream home of his.

A dry, hot hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the breath was as cold and eerie as if a demon was demanding her life. "Miss, where are you going?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to paint?"

Jiang Wu turned around with a shudder and suddenly woke up from his dream. What caught his eyes was a room that was strange, yet vaguely familiar.

Xiao Xing, who had been guarding the bed, was so happy to see that Madam had finally woken up that she cried and said, "Madam, you are finally awake. If you hadn't woken up, you would have scared me to death."

"Madam, you don't even know that you've been unconscious for almost a day. I'm really scared. What should I do if you've also died like me?"

Jiang Wu, whose head was buzzing from her crying, looked at the strange maid standing by the bed. Her fingers on the quilt suddenly tightened so much that she even stopped breathing.

Shouldn't she have woken up from a dream? Where is she now?

"Wanniang, you're awake. You fainted in my study earlier, and you scared your father."

The beaded curtain was lifted, revealing a face that not only showed no traces of time, but instead had a temperament that was made more gentle and as gentle as jade.

The protagonist of that face was He Shiyan.

In other words, it was He Shiyan who looked like a middle-aged man in the dream.

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