He thought Feng Shuwan was hiding something important from him, but it turned out to be the issue of foot binding.
Regarding foot binding, Wei Zhuang not only learned about it on the Internet and in books, but he also saw it with his own eyes in reality.
Wei Zhuang's great-grandmother was a woman who was born in the Republic of China and had her feet bound since she was a child.
Wei Zhuang was still young at that time, about four or five years old. One time he accidentally saw his great-grandmother taking off the foot binding. At that time, the twisted feet still left a little shadow on the young Wei Zhuang.
He also couldn't understand why the ancients would invent such perverted bad habits.
Obviously beautiful feet look better if they grow naturally...
Having said that, the only woman Wei Zhuang had contact with since he traveled to this world was Feng Shuwan. Since Feng Shuwan never mentioned foot binding to him, he had never considered whether foot binding existed in this era.
After all, although this place is also ancient, it is more like a parallel time and space, and it cannot be exactly the same as the development of the earth.
After figuring out this problem, Wei Zhuang was a little dumbfounded.
He sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand into Feng Shuwan's quilt.
Then he grabbed Feng Shuwan's little feet.
Feng Shuwan was startled. She struggled a few times but couldn't get away. She could only look at Wei Zhuang with shame and anger.
Was this a deliberate attempt to embarrass her?
At this moment Wei Zhuang smiled, he held Feng Shuwan's ankle, put his palm against her foot, and said.
"Your feet are not even bigger than mine."
As he spoke, he looked at Feng Shuwan's expression and said, "Actually, I don't understand which idiot came up with this evil idea. Feet are used for walking. They have to be tied up, which is painful and inconvenient. Even worse."
At this time, Xiaoyu on the side whispered: "Your Majesty, this is Taizu's idea..."
"Xiaoyu, shut up!" Feng Shuwan quickly interrupted her.
Wei Zhuang was stunned and scratched his head.
Did the ancestors of the Wei family come up with this bad idea?
He actually scolded his own family?
All right……
Anyway, he came from time-travel, so he is at most half an ancestor. In the spirit of seeking truth from facts, just scold him.
I guess Taizu of the Wei family wouldn't blame him, after all, this idea is really bad.
"That's not the point." Wei Zhuang said to Feng Shuwan, "The point of what I'm saying is that I don't dislike you. On the contrary, I think your feet are beautiful and cute."
"Cute?" Feng Shuwan looked at him with strange eyes.
"yes."
Wei Zhuang pulled the quilt aside to reveal Feng Shuwan's feet, then pinched one and said, "Your toes are pink and tender, slender and well-proportioned. And the soles of your feet are white..."
"etc!"
"Wait a minute!"
Feng Shuwan patted Wei Zhuang's hand and pulled her foot back, blushing and uttering a sentence.
"Don't do this."
Wei Zhuang was a little embarrassed and wanted to scratch his head, but Feng Shuwan grabbed his hand before it even touched his head.
"What are you going to do!" Feng Shuwan asked him nervously.
"Well, I just want to scratch my head."
"You..." Feng Shuwan looked at his hands: "You just touched my feet."
"Oh!" Wei Zhuang suddenly realized it and showed a strange expression: "It has no taste."
"You are not allowed to say anything."
"I really don't mind."
"Stop talking!" Feng Shuwan became a little anxious, sat upright and said with her hands on her hips.
"Chengchengcheng, I won't say anything anymore."
Wei Zhuang said with a wry smile. He suddenly thought of the original scene again, and then secretly glanced at Xiaoyu's feet.
Xiaoyu's feet are about the same size as Feng Shuwan's, but they are more pink.
On the other side, Xiaoyu seemed to feel something, pouting and retracting her feet.
"Ahem." Wei Zhuang quickly cleared his throat awkwardly.
He asked: "By the way, why doesn't Xiaoyu have her feet bound?"
Xiaoyu and Feng Shuwan looked at each other, and then explained: "Xiaoyu is the lady's personal maid. She does not need to marry. She only needs to serve the good lady for life, so there is no need to bind her feet for convenience."
"I see, I thought every woman would be forced to bind their feet."
Feng Shuwan was a little surprised when she heard this and said: "Don't you know these things? Your reaction is simply not like that of people of this era."
Unexpectedly, the first time my identity was suspected was because of foot binding.
This feels...a little strange.
Wei Zhuang smiled bitterly, then changed the subject and asked, "Then what was Xiaoyu doing grabbing your feet when I first came in?"
Hearing this, Feng Shuwan explained with some embarrassment: "Xiaoyu felt that I had taken care of her for a month, and she felt very guilty, so she asked Mrs. Chen for some medical techniques to help me massage my feet. I couldn't resist, so she agreed. , I didn’t expect that you saw me just as I was about to pinch it.”
It turned out to be a foot massage.
Wei Zhuang patted his chest and said to Feng Shuwan: "There's no need for Xiaoyu, I'll do it for you."
As he said that, he grabbed Feng Shuwan's feet, put them on his legs, and slowly pressed them up.
Feng Shuwan was immediately anxious and ashamed, "Let me go quickly, how can you press my feet?"
"Why can't I press your feet?"
"You, you are the emperor!"
"I'm still your husband."
"Husband...even a husband doesn't lay hands on his wife's feet."
Wei Zhuang shook his head helplessly, feeling deeply that feudal ideas killed people.
"Your idea is too rigid. There should be an equal relationship between husband and wife. The wife can press the husband's feet. Why can't the husband press the feet of the wife?"
"I don't care about other people's families. Our family doesn't have so many rules anyway."
"I can press your feet at our house."
Feng Shuwan felt strange in her heart when Wei Zhuang kept saying "our family".
A little shy, a little happy...
In this way, Feng Shuwan's body gradually relaxed. She looked at Wei Zhuang who looked serious and couldn't help but joked: "Can you really press it?"
Wei Zhuang Yile said: "Look at you, you have many talents as a husband."
When it comes to massage, he does know something.
When he was too tired for a while, he often went for foot massage. After the massage, he felt refreshed. In order to enjoy the joy of foot massage at any time, he started learning it online.
After a period of exploration, he did learn something, but this guy was too lazy to do it himself even if he learned it, so in the end he chose to pay a master to do it.
Wei Zhuang grabbed Feng Shuwan's feet and slowly searched for the acupuncture points with his fingers. After pressing for a while, Feng Shuwan felt very comfortable.
After about ten minutes of this, Feng Shuwan felt that it was almost done and took back her foot.
Wei Zhuang was addicted to pressing it. He turned to look at Xiaoyu and asked, "Shall I press it for you too?"
Xiaoyu was so frightened by these words that she quickly waved her hands and hid her feet under the quilt, covering the quilt with her hands.
Feng Shuwan also looked at him with vigilant eyes.
Wei Zhuang scratched his nose sheepishly.
Feng Shuwan said anxiously: "Don't touch your nose with your hands."
Only then did Wei Zhuang remember that he had just pressed her.
But I touched it all.
and……
It really has no taste.
