Chapter 173 Frost Sky "Get on top and...
On an early morning in August, before the west wind rose and beads hung on the grass tips, Song Jin jumped down from the stairs.
"Hurry up, I want to see the sunrise."
Cai Tang's anxious voice came from behind: "Madam, please go slowly. It's too late today."
Song Jin couldn't stop and ran straight to the hall. Chunyun followed her with a stack of manuscripts in her arms.
The Mid-Autumn Festival was just a few days away, and Song Jin suddenly decided to take advantage of the best moonlight to watch the sunrise and the moon over Taihu Lake.
The sun rises and the moon sets, she wants to see it all at once.
So Ji Shubai sent Qingshan to rent a pleasure boat, and set off today with his family, preparing to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival on the pleasure boat.
There was a lot of food, clothing and daily necessities to pack, and after a few days, they were not enough, so Zhang Hongan had to go to the dock to continue delivering them.
Currently, Arong is in charge of Song Jin's shop, Qingshan is in charge of Ji Shubai's business, and Zhang Hongan is running between the shop and the house.
After the business stabilized, Song Jin had a lot more free time and picked up her hobby of writing books again.
The name Wu Zhongke is gradually becoming famous in Suzhou.
Song Jin ran to the hall and saw Ji Shubai sitting there. There were already two sedan chairs waiting in the courtyard.
In front of outsiders, she finally became a little gentler.
"When are you leaving?"
Ji Shubai would smile whenever he saw her, and he was always very active when going out to play.
"We can leave immediately. Just let Qingshan and Hongan take care of the luggage."
"Then let's go."
When I went out, the morning glow was just rising, the street vendors' cries could be heard one after another, and the air was filled with steam.
Unlike Song Jin when she first arrived, she has now had enough of the streets. Like a traveler who stays in a foreign place for too long, she gradually loses interest.
So at this moment I just sat in the sedan, thinking about the scenery on the lake and the plot in the book, until the sedan landed steadily.
When Song Jin got out of the sedan chair, Ji Shubai was already standing by the lake, staring into the distance in a daze. At this moment, the lake was sparkling with golden light, giving Ji Shubai's body a layer of gold, making it seem like a dream.
The pleasure boat was docked not far away, and several oars extended from the cabin. Qingshan led the people to move the luggage onto the boat one by one.
Song Jin walked towards Ji Shubai, interlocking their fingers: "If you get up early tomorrow, you can see the sunrise."
Ji Shubai lowered his head and smiled: "What if the weather is cool and you don't want to get up?"
Song Jin's eyes rolled: "You must pull me up."
Ji Shubai smiled even more: "You said it, so when you lose your temper, don't use your morning grumpiness as an excuse to evade me."
Song Jin nodded: "I said, don't lose your temper."
The two of them got on the boat together. A group of servants were busy coming and going, and Song Jin let go of Ji Shubai's hand.
"I'll go keep an eye on it. You sit on the deck and wait for me."
Ji Shubai nodded and went to the deck first.
We brought a lot of things this time, so we boiled water in the cabin and prepared to make tea and snacks.
Song Jin brought a lot of books and manuscript paper with her. She was afraid that the servants would get them mixed up, so she had to keep an eye on them.
Song Jin didn't worry about clothes, bedding and writing utensils. He just asked someone to move an eight-immortal table under the roof. It was bright outside and the autumn weather was refreshing. It was more comfortable than staying in the warehouse.
When everything was ready, Chunyun magically produced a branch of osmanthus flowers and put it in a low vase, with a sweet fragrance.
When Song Jin came out, Ji Shubai had already sat down at the eight-immortals table.
With a cup of hot tea in his right hand and a book in his left hand, the breeze blew up the ribbon of his scarf, and he looked as leisurely as he was.
Chunyun placed the osmanthus flowers on the table, then turned around and brought a small bowl of fresh chestnuts with green and white skin, peeling them for the two of them to eat.
Song Jin likes these tender chestnuts.
The thorny shell has not yet exploded, and the chestnuts inside are tender and pure white. They are more moist when eaten, and are sweeter than the sweetness after they are ripe.
It’s just right to be eaten as fruit.
Song Jin picked up a peeled chestnut and stuffed it into Ji Shubai's mouth: "Try it, how does it taste?"
Soft lips brushed past her fingertips, and she heard a crisp sound from Ji Shubai's mouth, and then nodded: "Very sweet, tastes good."
Song Jin became happy and ordered: "Prepare a winter melon and pork ribs soup tonight."
"Why don't you prepare chestnut roast chicken?"
Song Jin smiled and said, "The chestnuts for roast chicken should be well-ripened. I'll make it for you in a few days."
Ji Shubai nodded obediently.
The sun was rising higher, the green mountains on both sides were like jade, Song Jin was fanning himself with a silk fan, and gradually he felt bored. However, Ji Shubai had found new interests recently.
Annotate various books.
There is a big gap between the printing and typesetting of ancient books and modern ones. For example, the main text is placed in the middle, and a lot of space is left above and below. At first, Song Jin thought it was a waste, until later when he saw Ji Shubai filled the blank space with content, he realized that it was the place for marking.
In modern times, it means taking notes by underlining, and it was similar in the Ming Dynasty.
Ji Shubai was a very quiet person. He didn't like to talk much after he picked up a book and started reading. Song Jin didn't want to be compared to him as an unlearned person, so he also forced himself to pick up a book and read.
At first she was reading fine, but then something started to go wrong, causing Ji Shubai to look up at her. He saw Song Jin spread out the book, holding it high to cover her face, and her whole body was shaking.
Ji Shubai didn't understand what was going on, so he reached out and pressed down the book that she was using to cover her face, and discovered that she was shaking from laughing.
"What are you looking at so happily?"
"Poetry, lol..."
"This is the first time I've seen you read poetry like this."
Song Jin refused: "Let me read you one and see if you laugh."
Ji Shubai put down the book and listened carefully to Song Jin reading to him.
Song Jin coughed lightly and was about to read it out loud when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
This word...seems difficult to pronounce.
"Well, forget it. I won't read it anymore. When I learn how to write, I'll write a better one for you."
When Ji Shubai heard that she was going to write something better, he wanted to laugh for a moment.
"Okay, you write it, and I'll wait and see."
Song Jin said he wanted to write but he didn't start writing. Instead, Ji Shubai grabbed Song Jin's specially made silver pen and slowly started writing on the book.
It was almost noon. Song Jin had gotten up early today and was already feeling sleepy before he had eaten. He was unwilling to move, so he pretended to read a book with one hand and fanned himself with the other, shaking it from time to time. Then he lay on the table and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I felt someone picked up my body. Song Jin adjusted her posture in Ji Shubai's arms, hugged his neck tightly and muttered to himself.
"Write poetry..."
"Well, write better poetry."
While coaxing her, he put her on the bed. Song Jin didn't let go of the thing with both hands, he turned over and continued to sleep.
Ji Shubai shook his head helplessly. He was hungry, so he had to go eat first.
When Song Jin woke up, the sun was already setting and her stomach was rumbling. This time no one needed to urge her, she woke up with a single turn.
After lying down for a long time, the man suddenly stood up feeling dizzy and unable to see his surroundings clearly. He only vaguely saw a figure sitting on a chair not far away.
"woke up?"
Song Jin sat there blankly and hummed, "I'm hungry."
Ji Shubai stood up and teased: "I thought you were a god, not caring about worldly matters, practicing without food or drink."
Song Jin was not angry when being teased, and let him reach out to help her brush the hair off her cheek.
Although it was approaching autumn, the weather was still a little hot. Song Jin was sweating lightly, and his hair was mixed with sweat and stuck to his cheeks. When he pressed on the pillow, red marks were left.
"Didn't you say you would read me a poem? Do you know what I can read at this time?"
Song Jin shook his head.
Ji Shubai's gentle and soft voice sounded: "The jade furnace, the ice mat, the mandarin duck brocade, the powder melted and the fragrant sweat flowed on the mountain pillow."
Song Jin laughed twice and put his arms around his neck: "Keep reading, I love listening."
Ji Shubai then recited obediently, and when he finished reciting the last two sentences, "You must fight for your whole life to make you happy today", Song Jin's eyes suddenly widened.
"Eat and wash up."
Song Jin was hungry, so he had to eat first and then wash up and change clothes, otherwise he would be covered in sweat after eating.
Ji Shubai followed beside him, eating slowly and leisurely. Song Jin sat opposite him, looking at him while eating. The poem he had just read came to his mind, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
Ji Shubai had aroused Song Jin's evil intentions without even realizing it, and Song Jin thought this was just right.
A dignified person does obscene things without even knowing it, and that's what makes him most likable.
Ji Shubai didn't understand Song Jin's thoughts. He finished eating early and went to wash up, leaving Song Jin to eat slowly.
After Song Jin finished eating and went to the bathroom to wash up, it was getting dark outside. Ji Shubai, wearing a moon-white cloak, stood by the railing, looking at the fish-scale white lake in the distance.
Song Jin changed into a single gauze shirt. The thin material and large fluttering sleeves made the wind blow under his armpits when he walked, not to mention running.
Ji Shubai was startled by the sound of footsteps behind him. When he turned around, Song Jin had already thrown himself into his arms, with both hands placed on his chest without saying a word.
A cool breeze blew, soft and cool. Song Jin's mouth corners began to suppress the smile, and his hands could not help but touch.
"Did you get enough sleep?"
Song Jin nodded.
"Are you full?"
Song Jin still nodded.
Ji Shubai put his index finger on the tip of his thumb and flicked her forehead: "See how you sleep tonight."
Song Jin chuckled foolishly and thought to himself: Then I won’t sleep.
"My husband, can I teach you a foreign language?"
Ji Shubai frowned slightly: "Aren't you here to see the moonlight?"
"The moon won't move away. It will still be there tomorrow. Learn first."
Song Jin lay on Ji Shubai's chest and taught him a foreign language very seriously.
Ji Shubai had never been taught these things before, and he learned them haltingly. Song Jin patiently taught him word by word, and then taught him the intonation after teaching the sentences, until Ji Shubai was satisfied.
"Okay, now that we've finished learning, should we get some reward?"
Ji Shubai hugged Song Jin's waist and tried to get a kiss.
However, Song Jin just laughed, turned around and pulled him into the cabin.
The little maids around her didn't understand what she meant and thought something had happened, so they followed her to serve. As a result, when they arrived at the bedroom door, Song Jin pushed Ji Shubai in, and before turning around to close the door, she didn't forget to stick her head out to give her instructions.
"No need to come in and serve, I'll serve my husband, just help me prepare some water."
Song Jin was not a very active person in serving her husband, but whenever she was active, there must be something going on, and nine times out of ten it was that thing.
So when she turned around, Ji Shubai already understood what she was going to do, so he lowered his head and sneered.
"Does it have to be such a big fuss?"
Song Jin ignored him and closed the door. Then he walked to the window and pushed open the window on the side without the corridor.
"Look, you can see the moon here too."
Ji Shubai took a look and asked jokingly, "So, you brought me in so that I can enjoy the moon here."
Of course not.
Song Jin actively brought over a royal chair and patted the armrests: "Come, sit down."
Ji Shubai was completely confused: "I really want to appreciate the moon."
Song Jin didn't say anything, but just had a strange smile on his face, which made Ji Shu's hair stand on end, and he was even more afraid to sit down.
"Just sit down, what are you afraid of?"
Ji Shubai sat there in a daze.
"Remember what I just taught you?"
Ji Shubai nodded.
Song Jin took a step back excitedly, with his hands on his hips: “Now, you have to say that to me in a cold, ruthless, and commanding tone.”
Ji Shubai narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly: "Why should I order you?"
Training requires effort.
Song Jin walked closer and held his face in his hands: "Be good, this is a fun thing, just do as I say."
"What does that mean?"
"You will understand if you read it out loud?"
Ji Shubai let out a long sigh and was about to speak when Song Jin added, "It should be like the tone you used when you interrogated me in the torture room of the yamen that day, cold and ruthless, in control of the overall situation."
"no!"
"If you can do it, you've done it."
Ji Shubai was a little discouraged. He didn't want to mention what he had done in the past to hurt Song Jin, but she thought it was fun. She became angry and refused to cooperate.
Seeing that he was not cooperating, Song Jin became a little angry. The wooden knot could not be pried open, so he stamped his feet and asked, "Do you want to read it or not?"
Ji Shubai held the armrests tightly with both hands and stared at Song Jin with his eyes in the moonlight, which made Song Jin's heart skip a beat. It really looked like the torture room that day.
"Get on top and ride me yourself."
Maybe it was because they were too similar, but Song Jin didn't feel that the words had any flirtatious effect. Instead, it seemed like he was teasing her, and for a moment she forgot to continue.
Seeing that she didn't react, Ji Shubai read it again more harshly.
"Get on top and ride me yourself."
This time Song Jin reacted and finally stopped looking excited. Instead, he moved over slowly.
She was unhappy if he didn't act like her, and she was also unhappy if he acted too much like her. She felt aggrieved when he scolded her in a realistic way.
And then...and then, in Ji Shubai's astonished eyes, she straddled Ji Shubai's legs, reached out to untie the belt around his waist, and pulled his underwear down.
At this moment he finally understood what that sentence meant, but it was too late, Song Jin had already sat up.
"You told me to move."
"you--"
Ji Shubai gritted his teeth, frowned, and held the handrails tightly with both hands. Under Song Jin's actions, the heat waves came one after another, and he didn't even have the strength to defend himself.
Before being overwhelmed by desire, Ji Shubai thought: As expected...she can't teach anything good.
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