Xiao He found that he seemed to have never really understood his wife.
The two of them followed their parents' orders and the matchmaker's words and got married. From then on, they treated each other with equal respect.
His wife, Tong Weiyang, came from a scholarly family. She was gentle, virtuous, quiet and elegant. Within a year of marrying into the family, she had managed the backyard in perfect order.
Xiao He was very satisfied with this.
As the prince's teacher, his career is bright and he doesn't need any help, but he also cannot have anyone holding him back.
He handed over all the housekeeping power to his wife, giving her the respect and dignity of the mistress of the house.
As for feelings, you can only let nature take its course.
Firstly, he was completely focused on teaching the prince and government affairs;
The second reason is that the two are strangers and have no emotional foundation, so their relationship is neither close nor dull.
However, Xiao He did not care about love between men and women, as long as the couple respected each other like guests.
However, what he didn't expect was that his wife had a side that was unknown to others.
One day, Chongwen Hall.
After Xiao He finished teaching the prince his lessons, he suddenly heard him ask in a baby voice.
"Teacher Xiao, can you ask your wife to ask me to paint?"
"Master's wife?"
Xiao He was slightly startled, then realized that he was referring to his wife.
Ying Zhao didn't notice the teacher's daze and continued talking to himself, with admiration shining in his big eyes.
"Yes, Master Weiyang is amazing. The painting she drew for the Queen Mother, 'Peony in Splendor', is so lifelike and beautiful!"
"I am gifted in painting. If I have my master's guidance, I will definitely reach a higher level!"
Xiao He felt inexplicably complicated as he listened to the prince's chattering praises.
Is my wife so outstanding?
Not only did he gain the appreciation of the Queen, but he also attracted the Crown Prince to study there.
As a husband, he knew nothing...
For a moment, the mixed feelings in my heart were hard to describe, and my usually calm heart was suddenly stirred up by a circle of waves.
After returning home, Xiao He subconsciously looked for his wife.
When he saw the quietly waiting figure, his heart suddenly surged with an irrepressible throbbing, but it disappeared in a flash.
He returned to his gentle and gentlemanly demeanor, put his arm around his wife's shoulders, and spoke with concern.
"Weiyang, have you been waiting for a long time?"
The usually polite and distant male voice was now mixed with a hint of unconscious tenderness.
The sharp-minded Tong Weiyang looked at her husband in surprise, then answered in a gentle tone.
"No, my dear, please clean up first, it's time to eat later."
When Xiao He heard the word "Langjun", his expression paused, and for the first time, a strange feeling arose in his heart.
During the meal, the atmosphere was dull as usual.
Tong Weiyang felt that her husband was in a particularly good mood today.
At night, Xiao He suddenly asked.
"Is Weiyang good at painting?"
Although it was a question, the man's tone was extremely firm.
Tong Weiyang opened her eyes wide in surprise, her quiet and dignified expression was somewhat broken, and even her gentle voice had a bit of cuteness.
"How do you know, sir?"
His wife's expression was so adorable that Xiao He felt itchy in his heart and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek.
Faced with her husband's uncharacteristic behavior, Tong Weiyang was so frightened that her eyes opened even wider.
I even suspected that he was possessed by evil spirits.
Although the couple has done the most intimate things countless times, this kind of intimate gesture between lovers is rare.
Seeing his wife frightened, Xiao He realized that something was wrong and quickly withdrew his hand and returned to the topic.
"May I have the honor of admiring Weiyang's paintings?"
Tong Weiyang was relieved to see her husband recovered as usual, and then she happily agreed to his request.
"Of course."
Her studio is in a secluded corner room, filled with drawing paper and paint, and several finished paintings hang on the wall.
Xiao He admired the masterpieces one after another, and the amazement in his eyes became more and more intense.
Spring Banquet, Flowers in Full Bloom, Wild Ducks Playing in the Water, Plum Blossoms in the Snow...
Each painting is lifelike and full of interest.
It has vigorous vitality, can make people feel the magnificence and beauty of all things in the world, is full of emotion and very contagious.
If it were to be passed down to later generations, it would surely be a priceless treasure.
Of course, even now, it is a rare and precious work.
Xiao He was fascinated by it and felt deeply moved.
Tong Weiyang didn't just stand there doing nothing either.
She enthusiastically explained the artistic conception of each painting, and her lively and interesting tone was fascinating, as if we were personally visiting the beautiful scenery in the paintings.
At this moment, she is shining and dazzling in the field she is good at.
The bright and flamboyant face has shed its disguise, and it is full of energy and radiance. It is breathtakingly beautiful and exudes unparalleled charm.
Unconsciously, Xiao He's gaze shifted from the painting to the person.
He stared at his bright and flamboyant wife for a long time, as if he was meeting her for the first time.
The familiar throbbing in his heart came again, and the vibration in his chest became stronger and stronger, like the beating of a drum, which he could no longer ignore.
It was already late at night when I returned to the inner room and went to sleep.
Tong Weiyang yawned gracefully and was just about to cover herself with the quilt and go to sleep.
The next moment, a hot big hand held my waist, and a gentle and affectionate voice came from beside me.
"Weiyang..."
She glanced sideways and saw her husband, who had always been restrained and polite, with a burning gaze and a flame of lust burning in his dark eyes.
Such ambiguous hints were already tacitly understood by both of them.
But remembering that it was not yet time for their five-day sexual intercourse, she hesitated.
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