Chapter 425 He's showing off
Gu Jingxi read the poem over and over again, his smile never fading.
His wife, Ayao, also missed him and told him to wear more clothes. If he wasn't mistaken, the package that was sent with the letter contained clothes that Ayao had made herself.
After a short while, Gu Jingxi folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. He opened the bundle and found that it really was the new clothes that A Yao had made for him.
Looking at the exquisite embroidery on the clothes, he could imagine A Yao sitting on the soft couch by the window, her head lowered, her expression gentle and focused, her hands fiddling with the needle and thread, her movements as fluid as flowing water, embroidering patterns back and forth on the fabric.
Gu Jingxi slept well that night.
He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and treated Yu Chuan and the others very gently.
When Yu Chuan and the others saw their master's long-lost genuine smile, they knew that the letter the lady had sent yesterday had appeased him, and that the new autumn clothes their master was wearing today must have been made by the lady herself.
Yu Chuan clicked his tongue twice in his heart. Yesterday, he saw that his master had autumn clothes but did not wear them and was still wearing summer clothes. Considering that the weather had been cool and rainy these past two days, out of concern for his master's health, he reminded his master: "My lord, it is getting cool in autumn, especially in the morning. Do not wear too thin clothes, or you will catch a cold."
And what was the result?
The master looked him over with a complex and indescribable expression, and replied, "Yu Chuan, you seem to be less than eighteen years old this year. How come you are so weak at such a young age? In this weather, you are not a frail scholar. How can you catch a cold?"
Look at my master today, he's wearing autumn clothes, and they're even new ones! Truly, a virtuous wife's hand sews the clothes for her husband.
Yu Chuan couldn't help but tease, "Lord Marquis, didn't you say yesterday that the weather wouldn't be cold? Why are you wearing autumn clothes today? Did you feel the weather suddenly turned chilly?"
Gu Jingxi glanced at him indifferently and replied slowly, "I don't feel cold, but Madam is always worried that I will catch a cold. She even told me to wear more clothes in her letter. She even made the clothes by hand and sent them over. How can I let Madam down? Even if it were the hottest summer day, I would still wear these clothes, let alone in autumn."
He paused, glanced at the four of them, and then said, "You're all not married yet, so you probably won't understand. You'll understand when you have wives."
Yu Chuan: "..."
Zhou Yun: "..."
Fang Xuan: "..."
Fang Ce: "..."
They felt that their master was showing off, and he was showing off to them, the few of them who didn't have wives. Their master wasn't like this before; he was calm and low-key. Now he's become high-profile, as if he wants the whole world to know that his wife made him new clothes.
He practically told everyone he met, "Look, this is a new dress my wife made for me, stitch by stitch, by her own hands."
Seeing that the four remained silent, Gu Jingxi didn't mind and said calmly, "Alright, go ahead and do your things. I have things to do too."
After he finished speaking, he walked away briskly.
The four watched his departing figure in silence, then looked at each other in bewilderment.
Yu Chuan couldn't help but mutter, "The Marquis is really getting worse as he gets older, becoming more and more unreliable."
Zhou Yun glared at him: "What do you know, you're just a lonely bachelor without a wife?"
Yu Chuan glared back and retorted, "You don't have a wife either, do you understand?"
Zhou Yun said calmly, "If I had such a gentle and considerate wife, I would also brag about it to others."
Yu Chuan: "..."
A moment later, Yu Chuan looked at his twin brothers beside him and said dejectedly, "Look at him, he hasn't even gotten married yet, and he's already fantasizing about what it will be like to have a wife."
Fang Ce patted his shoulder, revealing a meaningful smile: "What's wrong with thinking about it? Don't tell me you haven't thought about it, hmm?"
Yu Chuan's expression changed slightly. He immediately hooked his arm around Fang Ce's shoulder, pulled him a few steps, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know something?"
Fang Ce pointed to his eyes: "I'm not blind, I can see."
Yu Chuan: "..."
Was he really that obvious? The Marquis noticed, Fang Ce noticed, but why didn't Chan'er notice?
Fang Ce glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Relax. I'm twenty-two this year and I've never been in a hurry to get married. Why are you in such a hurry? If it doesn't work out, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why hang yourself on one tree?"
Yu Chuan stared at him for a long time before saying, "You don't have a girl you like, you don't understand."
Fang Ce: "..."
He shouldn't have said anything; he should have let the kid fret on his own. Now, he's the one who's frustrated now, having said a few extra words.
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The capital city, the residence of the Marquis of Changxing.
Meng Jinyao hasn't left the house since she got pregnant. The doctor said that in the first three months, the fetus is not stable and any bumps or knocks could easily lead to miscarriage, so she stayed at home to rest and didn't go anywhere.
But staying at home all day can get a bit boring after a while. She and her two sisters-in-law are quite far apart in age and don't have much to talk about. Her mother-in-law is easy to get along with, but she is a quiet person and doesn't like younger people to bother her. Xiuyuan's wife, Jiang, is about the same age as her, but Jiang is the younger generation and always respects her, so they are quite reserved with each other.
Besides listening to the maids gossip about other people's affairs, Meng Jinyao would tinker with needlework or go to the study to read books to pass the time. When she sat in the study in a daze, she was a little annoyed that she knew nothing about playing the zither or painting. Even though her husband taught her, she couldn't learn it. Otherwise, she could have had more fun.
Seeing that she had been sitting there blankly for a moment, Qingqiu asked, "Madam, what book would you like to read? I'll go find it for you."
Meng Jinyao thought for a moment and said, "Go to the bookshelf and see if there are any tales of the strange and supernatural. I've been wanting to read stories about gods and ghosts lately."
Qingqiu responded immediately and went to find it.
Meng Jinyao wasn't idle either. She casually opened a drawer to see what was inside and found some letters. However, she didn't have the bad habit of peeking at other people's letters, so she simply ignored them.
Suddenly, she noticed a blue-covered book at the very back of the drawer. Curious, she took it out and found that it didn't even have a title. Finding this strange, she casually flipped through it.
When she saw the blush-inducing content in the book, her expression suddenly became subtle. It turned out to be a book of erotic illustrations, and the style of the illustrations was very bold. In fact, the images even seemed somewhat familiar to her.
In a flash, a memory flashed through Meng Jinyao's mind, and her expression became increasingly subtle. The contents of the book... what her husband had done to her...
She had previously wondered where her husband, who had never been interested in women, had gotten so many tricks up his sleeve. It turned out he had learned them all from these frivolous books and then tried to use them on her.
At this moment, Qingqiu took a book from the bookshelf and walked over to her. Seeing that her face was flushed, she asked, "Madam, why is your face so red?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Jinyao was startled. As if she had done something wrong, she slammed the improper book shut and quickly stuffed it back into the drawer. Then she pretended to be nonchalant and said, "It's nothing. The study is probably a bit hot. I'll just go out for some fresh air later."
Qingqiu glanced at the open window beside her. The autumn breeze blew in through the window, making the room cool. Where was it hot?
However, Qingqiu didn't dwell on the issue; whatever her master said went.
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