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Husband and wife follow each other

Aruo dragged his tired body back home. As soon as he opened the door of the bedroom, he saw the man who rarely came back before nightfall lying on the chaise longue, dozing with a book covering his face.

Her dark eyes lit up instantly, and she tiptoed over and unceremoniously lay on top of him, firmly pinning him down. Seeing this, the maids who followed her laughed secretly and closed the door.

Her face rubbed against his casual robe. He didn't say anything, but took out his hand from behind his head, put it around her, and gently stroked her vest.

"Are you back? Are you okay?" A buzzing voice came from under the book.

Aruo pursed his lips, not wanting to say more, "It's okay."

She wasn't lying; banquets in the capital were like that. With her title as the Su family's young mistress and a scion of the powerful Qi family in Shu, no one, even from a merchant family, would really give her a hard time. Strictly speaking, some young noblewomen had a vague sympathy for her marrying the notorious Minister of Justice.

However, people in that circle are good at acting. Every word they say needs to be carefully savored to know whether it is sarcasm or sincerity. There are also many who want to make friends, but it is necessary to distinguish whether they are targeting her, the Su family, or Su Feng. She feels very tired every time she goes to these banquets.

But there was no point in telling him all this, as that was the battlefield for the women in the harem. However...

"Su Feng, I'm tired..." The soft voice was a powerful tool for coquettishness. Sure enough, after saying this, the hand on her back gently rubbed her lower back, and Aruo arched her eyebrows in satisfaction.

After lying there for a while, fearing that he might get a stitch in the side, Aruo moved over and leaned against him sideways, and the two of them squeezed onto the chaise longue.

"What book are you reading? The Secret History of the Capital? Who wrote it with such a domineering title?"

It doesn't sound like a good book.

Su Zirui took the book off his face and raised his eyebrows. "I wrote it."

Ah? Aruo rolled over and leaned against his chest, her eyes wide open, and she freed her hands to flip through two pages. "Fuck...ah!"

She was poked hard in the waist, startling her so much that she almost fell down. Aruo shrank back as if begging for mercy, but he held her waist tightly, "No, no, no, Su Feng, my waist is my weak spot!"

"I know," that's why I poked him. Su Zirui placed his palm on the spot he had poked, and said in a sinister tone full of threats, "Don't let me hear these vulgar words again."

Aruo glared at him, lifted her chin and kissed him, "Su Feng, you have such a good thing, why did you take it out now?"

What is written here is actually the secret affairs of officials' harems, which family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are not getting along, which family's sisters-in-law are colluding, which family plans to marry whom, which family's girls like what... This is definitely a social guide for the female family in the capital!

The poor face in front of him, who looked as if he had obtained some precious treasure, was so annoying that he wanted to pinch her. Su Zirui reached out and poked her forehead, "Who knew you were so stupid that you couldn't even handle a woman?"

"That's because I haven't picked any. Otherwise, there's no woman I can't seduce." Aruo chuckled twice, too lazy to argue with him. She glanced at the first two pages and said, "Huh, why are they all above the second rank? Are there no others?"

"You don't need to study the others; they'll please you on their own." Su Zirui's eyes darkened. The status of the women in the family often depended on their husband's official rank. Although he still held the position of Vice Minister of Justice, his father was a prime minister, and the Minister of Justice was nearly eighty years old. Ordinary officials below the second rank didn't need his wife's study. While father and son serving in the cabinet together was a good thing, it was also a taboo for the emperor. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, after he took over the position of Minister in two years, he would have to remain in the position for another ten years or so, waiting for his father to retire before he could advance further.

His future will surely be left to the next emperor, Lai Jiaen. This is also good. Official duties are predictable, and the time spent with her can be controlled. Su Zirui smiled and pinched her rosy cheeks with his long fingers.

A confident man is so handsome, especially when this man is your own. Aruo threw away the book with a smile on his face, hugged the man and kissed him again and again, making him breathless.

"Okay, in order not to disappoint you, I decided to stay up all night tonight!" After chewing for a while, Aruo decisively rolled off the couch and shouted, "Manju, serve the meal~"

Lord Su, whose clothes were disheveled due to the teasing, narrowed his eyes slightly, supported his chin and watched his ruthless wife wave her hand to open the door, and snorted coldly.

With her current physical strength, she still wanted to work through the night? As long as she didn't cry and beg for mercy, he would accompany her to the end.

dream

She kept chasing the tall figure and finally caught a corner of his sleeve. Before she could open her mouth, he turned around and looked at her.

The look in his eyes was so cold and indifferent that it frightened her heart.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Aruo subconsciously reached out to his side, and felt a steady heartbeat under his palm.

"What's wrong?" The voice beside me was low and husky, still thick with sleep. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Well...you ignored me." Aruo's voice sounded aggrieved and almost crying.

This was a serious charge, and Su Zirui regained his composure. "When?"

"Just now, in a dream." The body curled up in his arms twisted and retreated, obviously she was angry.

The innocent man stretched out his hand to pull her back and rubbed her forehead. "Don't be angry, dreams are always the opposite."

Aruo turned over silently, climbed up holding her pillow, and silently climbed over the person lying outside and got out of bed.

"Ruoruo?" Su Zirui was still sleepy and didn't know what she was going to do for a moment.

She hugged her own soft pillow and looked back at him, feeling aggrieved and indignant. "You ignore me... and I don't want to pay attention to you either. I'm going to sleep in the study."

This unfounded accusation was so absurd that he held his forehead in his hands, but the woman seemed to be arguing with him and walked straight out the door without even turning back. Forget it, she was just being unreasonable. He had to attend the court tomorrow morning, and she was next door anyway.

He lay down with his eyes closed for only half a moment, and before he had finished listing the reasons why he shouldn't care about her, he suddenly turned over, grabbed his outer robe, and resigned himself to leaving the large and comfortable bed.

In the study, the slender figure was curled up on the chaise longue without even a quilt covering her, looking extremely pitiful.

He picked the man up in a mixture of anger and amusement. The coolness he felt made him frown. It was only for a moment, "Go back to sleep, or you'll catch a cold."

She rarely got angry, and the look in her eyes in the dream was just like now, and she didn't like it. "No, you're ignoring me, aren't you? Go to sleep by yourself."

Su Zirui laughed in anger. He was probably the first man in Da Qi to have his wife's anger taken out on him because of a nightmare. However, seeing that she looked like she was about to cry, he wanted to scold her for her absurdity but couldn't bring himself to say it. He reached out and hugged her tightly, pressing the back of her head to suppress her struggles. "Stop it... Check your conscience. When did I ever ignore you?"

A low and hoarse voice, still tinged with sleep, with a slightly rising end note, came out from above her head in a muffled voice as if acting coquettishly.

She bit her lip, and her hand, which had been pushing him away, slowly slid up and gently embraced him. "I...I don't know, I just feel very unhappy. It seems that everything I see is not pleasing to the eye all of a sudden."

Su Zirui blinked in surprise. His wife had always been heartless. She would often be completely unaware of him being driven mad. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and his hand, which was hugging her, slowly reached for her wrist.

Then, he paused, a smile flickering in his dark eyes, revealing a tenderness he hadn't even noticed. He lifted the person nestled in his arms like a baby, "Go back to sleep, don't catch a cold."

The person in his arms responded muffledly, rubbed his chin, and suddenly looked up, "I'm depressed, but why do you look so happy?"

His eyebrows raised slightly, he looked down at her, "Yeah, happy."

Huh? She was stunned, her eyes a little hazy with sleepiness, looking very innocent.

He put her on the bed and kissed her.

"Ruoruo, look at me."

She opened her eyes and looked into his. The corners of her eyes were red, and her dark pupils were filled with tiny sparks of light. This look was deeply imprinted in her heart, completely covering up the coldness in her dream, and the inexplicable uneasiness dissipated under this gaze.

fool

For a while, Aruo particularly liked thorny roses and planned to plant some in the yard himself, but he accidentally injured his hand with the thorns.

Su Zirui looked at his wife, whose eyes were filled with tears from pain, sighed, and carefully applied medicine to her.

"Lord Su, won't you scold me?" Aruo looked at him secretly, only to see that his face was cold and he didn't say a word. She couldn't help but ask.

Su Zirui raised his eyes and glanced at her. "You're already like this, why should I scold you?"

Moreover, after being scolded, you have to coax him back yourself, which is too tiring.

"Su Feng, am I really useless?" After getting married, she seemed to be getting more and more useless. She wasn't even allowed to cook anymore, and now even tending to flowers hurt her hands. Even Mrs. Li was alarmed, and now the courtyard had been ordered not to grow any thorny plants.

Su Zirui hugged the person who was rarely depressed with a smile, pinched her cheek and said with a smile, "You are useless in any way, you are just not good at these things. My Ruoruo is very smart. Even if she is stupid now... it is because of him, not you."

He held her in his arms, placed his large hands on her slightly bulging belly, and said calmly, "He's the one who's stupid, not you."

Aruo thought about it and agreed. "They say pregnancy makes you stupid for three years. It seems to be true."

"Really?" Su Zirui hadn't known about this saying, and now he was a little worried. "I'll have to be stupid for another three years... What should I do?"

"Asshole," Aruo slapped his hand away and said angrily, "I won't kiss you anymore."

A gentle kiss landed on her hair and was pushed away.

"Well, no." He agreed readily.

Half a minute later.

"You bite me! Are you a dog?"

Dog official!

Good Wife

Aruo has never been good at needlework. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it before she got married, but after she got married, she saw that the young ladies she made friends with would make some very personal items for their husbands, such as clothes and purses. The people who gave them were full of love, and the people who received them were all smiling.

After watching it so much, she couldn't help but have some thoughts and wanted to be a good wife occasionally.

"How about I make you a set of clothes?" Lord Su found the purse too much of a nuisance. He liked to wear jade pendants and other accessories that could be used as weapons when necessary. In that case, Aruo was excited to challenge a difficult task.

"No need," Su Zirui, who knew her background well, refused decisively. Then, realizing that a quick refusal would arouse her suspicion, he quickly added, "I have an embroiderer at home. I didn't marry you to keep you as a servant just to do handicrafts."

Planting flowers can prick your hands. What should you do if you change the needle?

"But the other adults are wearing things made by the madam." Aruo hugged his waist with some guilt, and rubbed her chin against his chest. "I don't want you to lose to them."

He was already relieved by these words, but as for making clothes, forget it. If it wasn't good, would he wear it or not? If he didn't wear it, she would definitely give him a cold shoulder. If he wore it, he would definitely be laughed at by his colleagues.

Su Zirui hugged her and patted her back soothingly. "Come to think of it, you haven't done needlework for Dad, have you? Isn't his birthday coming up soon? You can make him a robe. I'm sure he'll be very happy."

Speaking of her father-in-law who treated her like a daughter, Aruo's filial piety suddenly surged, and she clenched her fists, "Yes, I want to make it for Daddy first. You won't be jealous, right?"

"No." Su Zirui lowered his head and kissed her forehead. It would be better to let that old fox handle this kind of difficult matter.

A month later, Su Zirui's face changed slightly when he saw the dark blue robe that Aruo had opened. The robe had concealed stitches, neat lines, and even the embroidered patterns were very elegant and low-key.

"How is it? Beautiful, right? I put a lot of effort into it." Aruo had never thought that she could make such a beautiful robe. Her eyes were as bright as stars.

"Hmm... quite good." Even with a critical eye, the robe was indeed good, not even the work of a novice at all. It was so good that it made him feel a pang of sadness. Su Zirui paused, and his already weak smile became even more forced. "I thought Madam wasn't good at needlework."

"I also thought I was not good at it, maybe it's because Second Mother taught me well. Practice has proved that I am quite talented in this area." Aruo compared her body with a smile. The blue color of her buttocks set off her fair skin. Her face flushed with excitement, and her eyes and eyebrows were charming and refined.

"Second Mother said Daddy would like this color. She really has good taste. It's really beautiful~ This is the first piece of clothing I've ever made for someone else. I'm so awesome~"

Hmm... it's quite impressive. Su Zirui looked at her and suddenly smiled. He lifted the front of his robe with his fingertips and frowned seriously, "But... cranes and bamboo are more suitable birthday patterns. This auspicious cloud pattern is probably not suitable."

Aruo blinked. "Really? Second Mother also said that Daddy really liked this pattern... It might be too late to change it now. It took me almost ten days to finish this dark pattern embroidery."

"It's okay. I have prepared a gift a long time ago. We won't give you this robe. You can make one for him when you are free." Su Zirui suggested calmly, and hooked the robe over with his fingertips.

Suddenly, his robe tightened, and the other side of his sleeve was pulled. Su Zirui raised his eyes, and his wife smiled as brightly as the sun, her eyebrows curved as she glanced at him.

He coughed lightly, and seeing through his mistake, he raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly. He suddenly pulled and swept the man and the robe into his arms. He said calmly, "My body shape is not much different from your father's. Just give me this robe."

"Haha," Aruo raised an eyebrow, "Don't force yourself, Master Su."

Staring at her for a long moment, Su Zirui lowered his head to her shoulder and whispered, "I'm jealous..."

His usual cold tone was drawn out, with a slight rise at the end. He knew how to soften her heart.

"Hmm, what did you say when I told you I'd do it for you?" Aruo suppressed a laugh, tilting her head back to revisit the past. She'd underestimated her before, but she didn't think she couldn't see it. Her reaction now proved she'd been determined to fight these needles and threads.

He tilted his head slightly. The person he held in his arms was smiling, with a pair of black eyes flashing with pride, and her red lips were raised, which made him lift his chin slightly and kiss the corner of her lips.

"Well... I was wrong. Your handicraft is better than I expected. My Ruoruo is the smartest and most powerful... I will think of the gift for daddy, but this is mine and you are not allowed to give it to others." Su Zirui wisely confessed his jealousy.

After all, she prepared it for him. This was the first dress she had made herself, in the colors he loved and with the patterns he liked. He was the one who got the best deal, so as a husband, he should satisfy his wife's vanity.

"Hey, men..." The unfinished teasing was drowned between her lips and teeth, along with her uncontrollable laughter.