Chapter 115 Water breaks

Seeing that the wet nurse had coaxed the child into good health, Meng Qinghui returned to the inner study with peace of mind, ready to continue writing to Chen Qi.

She walked briskly along the way, thinking about how to play with her own silly cow. When she pushed the door open, she saw the silly cow husband, whom she had played with so well, sitting upright on the chair.

He has an elegant figure and handsome features, just like a jade mountain shining on people.

As soon as he saw him, Meng Qinghui immediately changed his expression and bowed.

"Husband."

Wen Boyuan stood with his hands behind his back, but he no longer lowered his head. Instead, he looked directly at the stunning beauty in front of him.

"lady."

"Um...husband, is there anything I can ask you?"

Ever since he gave her the inner study, this gentleman never came back, and every time she had to go to the front to find him.

Lord Wen acted as if nothing had happened.

"I have nothing to do today, so I want to see how your calligraphy is going."

Speaking of writing, Meng Qinghui hurriedly glanced at the desk.

Fortunately, there was nothing on it. I probably put it away before leaving.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you to give me some advice, my husband."

It's just writing, what is she afraid of?

The maid behind her was about to come up and roll up the lady's sleeves, but Lord Wen stopped her.

"You guys get out."

Meng was stunned, then remembered that he never liked to be disturbed when he was reading or writing, so he nodded slightly.

The maid turned around to leave, but Lord Wen added another sentence.

"Close the door."

Meng looked at him again. The spring breeze was warm, why was this idiot closing the door?

Rolling up his sleeves, spreading the paper, dipping the brush in ink, Meng Qinghui stood with the pen in hand, very obediently.

"My dear husband, what kind of words should I write?"

Lord Wen has a clear conscience.

"Just write that sentence: If a man is young, he will admire his parents; if he is lustful, he will admire young women; if he has a wife, he will admire his wife."

Meng Qinghui's heart skipped a beat.

Lord Wen smiled as gentle as jade.

"This is what the saints said."

Meng Qinghui nodded slightly and began to write.

She wrote very slowly, trying her best to make her writing not seem so skillful and elegant.

Lord Wen stood aside, lowered his eyes, and watched her perform.

Just as she wrote the word "person", she suddenly felt a warmth on her back.

Wen Boyuan approached her from behind, bent down and held her hand.

"You can't write well by yourself, so you should write for your husband and wife together."

Let's write together. This is how she usually got him to teach her calligraphy. He leaned over, held her hand, and wrote slowly, stroke by stroke.

But this time, Meng Qinghui felt something was wrong.

The strength of this hand, the distance, the feeling behind the waist... this, this, this, something is wrong.

The shadows of clothes overlapped, and in front of me were my husband's hands, which were slightly calloused from years of writing. The tip of my nose was filled with the lingering scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of ink, and in my ears was the faint sound of his breathing.

Occasionally, when she tilted her head, the tip of his nose would rub against the side of her ear, which was slightly hot, and the feeling behind her waist was getting more and more wrong, making her heart pound.

Fortunately, this is a study room, the sky is clear and the air is fresh, and it is a leisurely thing for a couple to write side by side.

Meng sighed inwardly, thinking that she was really too unruly to think so about her own upright gentleman.

She relaxed her grip and let him hold it and move slowly.

She had just finished writing and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to put down the pen, the hand that had just been released changed its angle and clenched it again.

The lower back is closer.

Meng turned her head to look at him, her nose almost touching his profile. The breath of her husband was so close, and the feeling was so unfamiliar that it made her heart beat fast and she felt inexplicably expectant.

"There's another sentence that would be most appropriate if written together."

Meng Qinghui felt uncomfortable being controlled by him, and her waist felt a little sore after bending over for so long.

"Husband, why don't you... take a break before writing?"

He whispered softly in her ear, and it felt strangely hot.

"Right now."

The beauty felt a tingling sensation in her ears, causing her fingertips to tremble.

The man had been practicing calligraphy since childhood, so his hands were extremely strong. This time, he was not as gentle as before. He almost pulled her and wrote down the very appropriate sentence in a flowing style.

After writing, he threw away the pen, but used only one hand to control her hands behind her back, and with the other hand gently lifted her chin, forcing her to straighten her body and look at the words on the desk where the ink had not yet dried.

He put his mouth close to the beauty's ear, and the corner of his lips touched it slightly, more like a kiss. His voice was low, but his breath was hot.

"Ma'am, do you recognize this poem?"

She was restrained and unable to move, her ears were numb, and her voice couldn't help but tremble slightly.

“I… I recognize it.”

"Read it out."

Their waists and abdomens pressed against each other, and she felt her body go limp, but he supported her from behind, so she had to force herself to hold her breath.

"What you learn from books... is always shallow; to truly understand... this matter... you must practice it yourself."

Lord Wen chuckled.

"Madam, you are so knowledgeable. Since the sages have said this, why don't we practice it ourselves and see what it means... if you know you are lustful, you will admire young women; if you have a wife... you will admire your wife..."

Meng Qinghui's heart was pounding. She turned sideways to look at him to see if it was what she thought. But this gave the man an opportunity. He put his arms around her waist and with a little force, he carried the beauty on the desk.

Meng cried out in surprise, her heart in turmoil. Before she could even sit still, the elegant scent of ink leaned over her and pressed down...

…

The sky is clear and the air is fresh, the study is an elegant place.

Master Wen, known for his gentlemanly demeanor and a lifelong self-discipline, finally lets his feelings run wild...

Not only did he convey every word of his beautiful thoughts to his wife... He also personally carried out everything, sparing no effort...

Occasionally, a trembling hand would try to reach for his shoulder, but would be forced back onto the desk, fingers tangled together, crumpling the ink-stained rice paper into pieces...

…

In late March, the weather became warmer, flowers bloomed, and all things competed for spring.

In the backyard of the Xie family, another letter from Mrs. Meng was delivered early in the morning.

Chen Qi had just finished breakfast and was lying on the kang, stroking her bulging belly while slowly reading today's letter.

Recently, Ms. Meng's writing style has changed suddenly.

Her writing style used to be fluent, full of laughter, anger and scolding, but these days her writing suddenly became filled with many complicated metaphors, flowers, grass, wind, moon, insects and birds...

Chen Qi knew every word, but she was a little unsure. Did it mean that her family’s garden had been renovated?

Today, Meng Qinghui wrote two particularly difficult-to-understand words on his letter.

There are two characters, one is "Xuniao" and the other is "Chi Niao".

Now, Shen Qi didn't even recognize him.

It just so happened that Xie Yuduo was sitting opposite the kang table, reviewing documents. Chen Qi thought that Xie Yuduo had always been well-versed in various fields and might know him, so she kicked him lightly with her toes.

"Can you help me read these two words? I only know half of them."

It wasn't that Chen Qi wanted to kick him, it was just that she was about to give birth next month and had finally gotten comfortable lying down. It was so difficult to get up that she didn't want to move at all and had to move her feet.

Xie Yuduo reached out to take it, looked at it for a while, and handed it back.

“You can just read the half you know.”

Shen Qi chuckled.

"Huh, so you don't know him either."

Xie Yuduo didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

Shen Qi sighed.

"Tell me, what do these two words...tsk, mean?"

Xie Yuduo snorted lightly, with a hint of smile on his face.

"It means... the kind of thing we often do at night."

Shen Qi was stunned.

Xie Yuduo added very rigorously.

"Sometimes we do it during the day. And we did it frequently in previous years, but this year we do it much less during the day and at night."

Chen Qi understood, her face turned red, and she quickly turned her head to look around. Fortunately, the maids were far away.

She lowered her voice.

"Bah, you're talking nonsense."

Xie Yuduo didn't even raise his head and turned another page of the document.

"real."

Shen Qi didn't believe it at all.

"You are the most scoundrel you can be. You think everyone is as scoundrel as you."

As he said that, Shen Qi kicked him again.

The kick landed in his arms. Xie Yuduo didn't even raise his eyes, but held it in his arms and touched it twice.

"Don't touch me...it's so itchy...Hey! Hey!"

Chen Qi was smiling, and suddenly stopped struggling.

Xie Yuduo immediately looked up at her.

She widened her eyes slightly, looked at the brocade cushion below, and winked at him.

My water broke.