Chapter 5 Chapter 5 I'm going to pick up my wife
His sudden outburst frightened Jiang Wu so much that she gently stroked his chest with her hand, biting her red lips and shaking her head, "No, it's just that my husband didn't do my homework well during the day, so he asked me to finish it before I could sleep."
"You know, if it weren't for the agreement between our grandfathers, he wouldn't have married me, let alone been willing to touch me."
After learning that they had not yet consummated their marriage, Ji Xiao, with veins on his neck hidden beneath his skin, didn't know whether he felt relieved because he didn't want to make Tingxue sad, or because this timid and cowardly woman who liked him was still a virgin.
Ji Xiao didn't know what he was thinking about, and he lifted her chin. "Wanwan, you said that I'm the one you love the most, right?"
With her chin raised, Jiang Wu was forced to look into his eyes. When she met those beast-like possessive eyes, she knew what he was going to do.
Because this kind of look was the most common one she saw after her grandfather passed away.
It really disgusted her.
"You said that the person you like is me. You must want me to be your first man, right?" The man leaned close to the woman's ear and chuckled softly while rubbing the jade belt around her waist. Even the small space was filled with steaming ambiguity.
Jiang Wu, restraining herself from kicking him in the lower body, held down his hand, her cheeks flushed with shyness. "No, I'm scared here."
"Besides, I'm not ready yet."
"This kind of thing doesn't require any preparation. We love each other, so it's normal to do this kind of thing. Or, you just don't love me at all, so you don't want to get close to me." Ji Xiao's eyes were half-closed, revealing a sharp scrutiny.
"I didn't, I just..." Jiang Wu didn't know what was wrong with this idiot, so he had to calm him down first.
She originally thought that he was a dullard who didn't understand romance, but who would have thought that when she met this madman in private for the second time, she accidentally overheard what he said to his servants.
"Tell me, how do you get a woman who has no interest in you and has rejected you?"
"If you want a woman to be completely devoted to you, the best way is to break her virginity. Then, no matter if she is a chaste woman or a nun, she will bow down to you."
"How to break it?"
"Drug her, secondly, drag her out to the wild, and save her like a hero. I don't believe she's not honest."
"If you can't even give me this little bit of trust, then don't come to me anymore." Jiang Wu, tears dripping down her eyelashes, was about to push him away angrily. "Just because I like you, you're trying to trample on my sincerity. Who do you think I am? Some prostitute in the building who can be slept with for money?"
Ji Xiao, who was pushed away, was not angry at all. Instead, a hint of joy appeared on his face. "I don't distrust you. I'm just worried that you're too good. How can I feel at ease before I marry you home?"
Jiang Wu glared at him with tears in her beautiful eyes. "Didn't you know from the beginning that I was someone else's wife? If you were worried about me, why didn't you push me away when I expressed my love for you?"
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. If you're angry, I can just let you slap me again, okay?" Anyway, she loved him so much that she would rather have an affair with him than not be with him. At worst, after she was divorced, he could still take her home as a concubine against his will.
"I accidentally slapped you before, which already hurt me. How could I bear to hit you again?" If it weren't for his character, Jiang Wu really wanted to slap him to death.
During the tug, the straw butterfly in Jiang Wu's sleeve fell to the ground.
Ji Xiao picked up the butterfly, his eyes lit up, "Is this a gift from you?"
Jiang Wu, who had originally thought of finding a place to throw it away, thought it was a pillow that had fallen asleep. He snatched it away and turned around angrily, "It's not for you, don't think too much about it."
The more she looked like this, the more Ji Xiao believed that she was saying one thing and thinking another.
He had originally made a bet with those two people, thinking that it wouldn't be easy to seduce a married woman into cheating, but he didn't expect that as long as he beckoned her finger, she would come up to him like a pug.
Maybe now if he asked her to divorce and said he would marry her, she would definitely wait eagerly.
"Okay, don't be angry. Just think of it as my fault just now. I also prepared a gift for you. See if you like it." Ji Xiao admitted that he was impulsive just now and hurriedly handed over the gift he had prepared.
It is a rabbit made of gold, with eyes decorated with rubies.
How could Jiang Wu not like it? Anyway, she liked anything that was gold. No one could resist money.
"Am I just a money-worshiping woman in your eyes?" Jiang Wu suppressed her heartache and didn't accept it immediately. "You can disbelieve me, but you can't use money to insult my feelings for you."
Ji Xiao forcefully stuffed the gift into her hand and said, "I didn't have any. Just now you treated me like an asshole, okay?"
"The main reason is that Xie Xiang is too perfect. I'm afraid of what I'll do if you really fall in love with him one day. And you're his wife. The only advantage I have over him is that you love me."
"Silly girl, you are so nice, how could I not love you." To Jiang Wu, sweet words are free, she says as many as she can.
The most important point is that no third person knows about these sweet words. Even if he reveals them later, she will say that he is ruining her reputation.
Jiang Wu was really worried that he would go crazy again, so she coaxed him a little and said, "Well, I've been away from the banquet for a long time. If I don't go back, people will definitely get suspicious."
Ji Xiao didn't stop him this time. "I'll come to see you in a few days. Don't stand me up again, or I'll be angry."
"How could I bear to stand you up? I just wish I could be with you every day."
After he left the rockery, Jiang Wu looked outside several times to make sure that there was no one nearby before coming out.
Just as she left the rockery, a maid came over anxiously, took her hand and walked forward, "Madam Xie, why are you here? You don't even know that I have been looking for you for a long time."
"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" Jiang Wu, who didn't like others touching him, calmly withdrew his hand.
The maid did not answer her question, but took her back to Cuiping Garden.
The ladies who were originally chatting and laughing saw her coming, looked at each other teasingly, and then laughed even louder.
Jiang Wu thought that there was something on her skirt, or that the two people had left some marks on her body. She lowered her head and looked around, and found that there was nothing serious on her body. Perhaps they were only mocking her.
She came over and asked, "What are you doing?"
"We were playing Feihua Ling. Madam Xie must be a talented woman to be able to marry the Prime Minister."
Just as Jiang Wu was about to speak, someone stopped her, "Even if you look down on us, Madam Xie, and don't want to play with us, there's no need to lower yourself by calling yourself an illiterate village girl."
Jiang Wu, who was trying to embarrass herself, could only say, "Who said I can't write poetry? I just don't know the rules of your poetry."
"Since Madam can write poetry, it's perfect. Now we're going to play a game where everyone points to the flowers in the garden and writes a poem. Whoever writes the best poem will be the undisputed winner."
"The princess previously chose the peony, and her painting was 'Only the peony is the true national beauty, and when it blooms the capital moves.' We don't ask you to paint as well as the princess, but as long as you can match it neatly, that's fine."
Shen Tingxue raised her hand to tuck the hair behind her ear and smiled modestly, "It's just a casual work. I think Sister Jiang's work is definitely better."
"Tingxue, you are just being modest. Your talent is obvious to all of us. If your work is not good, then what we write won't even count as poetry."
"Did she really do this?" Jiang Wu recited the poem silently in his mind, and the strange feeling in his heart became more and more serious.
She felt that there should be another sentence before the poem.
Ji Ruyue, a supporter of Shen Tingxue, glared at her. "If it wasn't written by Tingxue, could it be you? In my opinion, only a talented woman like Tingxue could come up with such a famous line that will be passed down through the ages."
Jiang Wu shook her head, and then thought of the poems she had heard in her dream, which were no worse than the ones they were writing now. If she recited them, she would not only be able to slap them in the face, but also prove that she was not illiterate.
However, these poems were not written by her. If she really recited them, what would be the difference between her and a thief who plagiarized others?
Shen Tingxue, who didn't like others questioning her poems, came out with a condescending look, "Sister Jiang, are you asking that because there's something wrong with the poem I wrote?"
Jiang Wu shook his head, "No, you did very well."
Shen Tingxue raised the corners of her lips, "My master said that what he admires most is a talented woman. I think the fact that my master is willing to marry you means that you must be very talented. I hope Sister Jiang will not be stingy."
Ji Yueru agreed, "I just saw that she didn't change at all when she heard Tingxue's poem about peony. Maybe she has some ink in her mind and thinks that none of us can do as well as her."
Her words also made Jiang Wu the target of attack.
Jiang Wu said before that she could do it, but now she says she can’t. Doesn’t this mean that she was lying before?
Suddenly, a small note was stuffed into Jiang Wu's hand.
The maid lowered her voice and said, "Madam, this is a poem my young master prepared for you."
Jiang Wu quietly spread out the paper and found that it was indeed a poem that looked very good, but he felt ashamed to say that.
He didn't recognize many of the characters on her handwriting, and he even didn't learn her name until after they got married. He discovered that she couldn't read, and then he started to teach her stroke by stroke.
Seeing that she hadn't made any move, Ji Ruyue became even more disdainful: "Madam Xie, have you thought about what poem to write? Don't be bragging just now."
"Ayue, maybe Sister Jiang will take more time than us, so let's not rush her." Shen Tingxue didn't think that anyone could write poems better than hers. You know, her poems were passed down by her ancestors. When compared to ancient people like them, it was just a dimensionality reduction attack.
Then he said sympathetically, "If Sister Jiang can't do it, we won't laugh at you."
"Who said I can't write poetry? Wasn't I just trying to gather my emotions?" Jiang Wu cleared his throat, then pointed to a peony next to him, raised his chin, and said proudly, "Look at that flower, it's red and big. Look at that flower, it's red, big, and fragrant. From a distance, it looks like a big peony."
After Jiang Wu finished speaking, the surroundings became as quiet as if the wind had stopped and the trees were still. Then, someone laughed, and the laughter seemed to be contagious, and the whole garden was filled with the sound of ridicule.
Jiang Wu was puzzled by their laughter and asked sincerely, "Is my poem not good?"
Isn't it pretty good, it has opinions and is catchy.
It was no surprise that the poems written by the female guests were passed on to the male guests.
The men at the table praised Shen Tingxue's poem, believing it to be a poem found only in heaven and rarely seen on earth. The other ladies' poems, while not without flaws, were nonetheless good. When Jiang Wu's poem came out, even the drinkers stopped drinking and gazed in unison at the figure who, even though seated on the ground, still possessed a beauty like jade and lush green pines.
It seems unimaginable that a man like the Prime Minister, who can pacify the world with his pen and decide the fate of the world with his martial arts, would marry a woman who can't even write poetry.
Xie Ji raised his eyes slightly as he swirled the amber wine in his glass. "I think the poem my wife wrote has quite a bit of childish charm."
The officials present thought they had misheard, otherwise why would they hear Prime Minister Xie lying with his eyes open? Could it be that they had guessed wrong before, and Prime Minister Xie did not hate the wife who came to his house with the marriage contract to force a marriage?
Since the real owner had already praised her, the flatterers naturally had to follow suit, "I also think your wife's poems are very interesting, simple and innocent like a child."
"Mrs. Ling is so innocent and naive, even her poems are so simple and natural."
As Xie Ji, his eyelashes half-closed, put down the wine in his half-drunk cup and stood up, the Minister of Revenue asked, "Prime Minister, are you leaving now?"
"The banquet is almost over, I should go pick up my wife."
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