Chapter 667 How I wish it were a boy
Early in the morning, Song Chunxue jumped down from the tree in the yard.
She had an invisibility talisman on her body, so no one noticed her.
Last night, someone slipped a sleeping drug into her house. If she hadn't been on guard, she would have been caught in the crossfire and taken away without a sound.
However, Wuyou was furious and struggled several times, trying to knock the man down in the yard.
It was only after she repeatedly comforted and persuaded him that Wuyou was allowed to secretly follow him. Taking advantage of the man's inattention, she shot him down outside a more luxurious courtyard wall, killing him instantly.
If you get rid of the person, you'll also muddy the waters.
The forces in the capital are complex and intertwined, and everyone is on edge.
The sight of someone with distinct sect affiliations lying outside the courtyard is sure to cause a stir.
She took off the invisibility talisman as she walked.
The guard couldn't help but praise, "Master, what skill you have!"
"It's only fair to reciprocate, you flatter me." Song Chunxue tossed him a silver ingot. "Thank you for your hard work, please have some drinks with me."
"Thank you, Taoist priest." The masked man then changed his address, "Thank you, madam."
Song Chunxue shook her head and chuckled softly before heading to the kitchen.
The people in the kitchen bowed to her.
"Madam, you're up very early."
"Madam, the porridge is almost ready. Here's some hot water; please wash up first."
"Please wait a moment, Madam. The steamed buns will be ready soon."
"lady……"
"lady……"
Hearing these two words made Song Chunxue's heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help but instruct, "Don't call me Madam, just call me Elder Song."
A cook laughed and said, "The person that Lord Xie brought back, how could it not be his wife? The title is not important, but we servants must know his status in the Lord's heart."
"..." Song Chunxue left the kitchen, feigning composure.
She had originally intended to use this as an opportunity to bring breakfast to Xie Zheng's room, but now she didn't want to go anymore.
Moreover, Xie Zheng got up later than usual today, and his bedroom door remained closed even after she had eaten.
Also, why would he bring hot water so early in the morning? He must be injured and unable to take a bath.
Is he not going to court today?
Besides, why was he so slow today?
With many questions in mind, she went to his house and found him struggling to get dressed.
His upper body was wrapped in a half-dry cloth, revealing his firm back. He didn't seem thin, but when he was dressed, you'd think he was very bony.
She went over and grabbed his clothes. "Stretch out your arm, let me help you. Most adults have maids to help them dress and change. Why didn't you even call a servant and ask Chunshu to help you?"
Xie Zheng had his back to her. "I can manage on my own."
"Did you oversleep? What sweet dream did you have that you didn't want to wake up?" she asked casually as she straightened his collar.
Xie Zheng was silent for a moment, then said, "Hmm."
Song Chunxue paused for a moment when she sensed something was off about his tone.
With a moment's thought, a malicious smile crept onto his lips.
She reached out and poked his back. "What did you dream about?"
"you."
"..." So straightforward and honest, she didn't dare to ask any further questions.
She coughed lightly. "I'm going to practice my sword in the garden for a while. You can eat slowly."
"Wait," Xie Zheng turned around, grabbed her wrist, and leaned his face forward. "Shouldn't you do something since you're here?"
"Didn't I help you get dressed?" Song Chunxue avoided eye contact. "You must be busy with family matters this morning, I'm going to practice my sword."
With a sudden tightening of his grip, Xie Zheng walked up to her, their clothes pressed together.
"You've learned quite a few tricks from storybooks: flirting and running away," he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "This feels great. You've got it just right, making up for the regrets I had when I was young. Please keep it up, Sister Song."
"Shameless!" Song Chunxue's face turned so red it could bleed, and she broke free from his hand and walked out. "You old lecher."
"It's not proper for a pear blossom to overshadow a crabapple. We're about the same age, and if we spend more time together, we'll become an old married couple."
"Pah, stop talking nonsense."
Before she could finish speaking, Song Chunxue had already fled in panic.
Liu Chunshu, who brought in tea, couldn't help but ask, "Sir, at your age, is this kind of arguing really meaningful? It makes me anxious for you."
Xie Zheng picked up the teapot and said slowly, "The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is."
“My lord…” Liu Chunshu forced a smile, “My lord has such a good sense of humor, just don’t let it get to your head. As you get older, you shouldn’t go to extremes in everything.”
Xie Zheng looked up at Liu Chunshu, "Do you think I'm like you? You went to roll around in the cornfield before you were even married, and you were too eager on your wedding night, so people laughed at you for being too impatient, and your mother made you a tonic soup? And all you get for holidays are all kinds of whips?"
"..." Liu Chunshu's face turned as red as a rooster's comb. He picked up the plate and walked out.
His good intentions were misunderstood; he kindly offered advice, yet he was ridiculed.
He misjudged Lord Xie, deliberately hitting him where it hurts.
Speaking of which, he misses his wife back home. When are they finally going back?
Watching Liu Chunshu's retreating figure, Xie Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't want to either.
In the past, self-discipline and adherence to propriety were the norm; now, they are a last resort.
Song Chunxue is like a sparrow that is easily frightened; we mustn't scare him away.
Having eaten vegetarian food for decades, what's wrong with continuing to do so?
She seemed bold, daring to say some outrageous things to him, but if he dared to be even slightly bolder than her, she would definitely disappear without a trace.
If you're not careful, she'll start using her status as a grandmother to restrain herself.
She became increasingly adept and reckless in front of anyone.
But in front of men, she is very good at playing the quail.
He sighed softly, a pang of sadness rising in his heart as he looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table.
He understood that all of this was simply because her parents died too early, and she went to her husband's family too early, so she never learned how to be a natural girl in her life.
The ropes binding her by poverty and hunger are easy to untie, but the iron chains and cages binding her heart are the hardest to break.
...
Song Chunxue, who was lying in bed taking a nap, couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.
Even though she practiced swordsmanship for two hours in the morning, she felt no fatigue at all. There was something hanging over her mind, something she couldn't see or touch, which made her feel uneasy.
She ate lunch alone again, not daring to stay in the same room as Xie Zheng.
You promised to attend a banquet today, so you should get up and tidy yourself up to look more like a man.
While changing her clothes, she touched her hard belly. Although she had been practicing swordsmanship diligently for the past few years, her belly was no longer sagging like a fleshy bag.
But it's a fact that she's had five children. On top of her firm flesh, the outermost layer of skin is loose, and you can still vaguely see the cracks from when she was pregnant.
Even though her face was rosier and firmer than it had been a few years ago, the lack of elasticity in her skin reminded her that she was no longer young.
She opened the wardrobe and looked at the simple black men's suit that had been delivered yesterday. The embroidery on the cuffs and collar was very nice, but she didn't feel as excited as she had yesterday.
She found a white cloth and wrapped it around her upper body to make herself look no different from a man.
He raised his hand and combed his hair meticulously, his eyebrows outlined in the shape of a man's sword, and his eyes were calm and serene.
How wonderful it is to be a man! When I was a child, I always wished I could wake up one day and become a boy.
Perhaps if their parents saw hope, they could have persevered for a few more years, and the five sisters wouldn't have become orphans, living as dependents.
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