The simple meal was delicious, tasty and delicious. Zhuang Xun ate some and felt more and more how lucky he was to marry Si Qinmi.
"My wife's craftsmanship is so good. I never thought she could cook these home-cooked dishes." Zhuang Xun praised.
"As long as you like it, Sir, eat meat and take more tonic." Put the chicken into Zhuang Xun's bowl.
"Thank you for your hard work, madam. You also want to eat meat." Zhuang Xun also took a piece and gave it to Si Qinmi.
"Haha..." After sandwiching the meat, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Treat each other like guests, that's about it, but it's still unfamiliar to me.
At a loss for words, Si Qinmi spoke first.
"Go to the temple tomorrow and invite His Majesty the King of Wheels to our home so that we can worship him every day. Thanks to His Majesty's help, I can have such a good relationship with my husband."
"Hmm, although I don't know why His Majesty the King of Wheels took a fancy to me and wanted to match my wife with me, but it is indeed my luck to marry my wife. It is the grace of His Majesty the King of Wheels." Zhuang Xun nodded in agreement, and his affection for the King of Wheels doubled. .
"Who can understand the things of the gods? Just be grateful." Si Qin Mi was also very grateful to the King of Wheels. At least she didn't hate getting along with Zhuang Xun at the moment. She could even say she was relatively comfortable.
"How should I invite you? The statue or the tablet. I feel that the statue is different from what you described." Zhuang Xun thought seriously.
"Then please ask for a memorial tablet. I will incense you every morning and evening. Thank you for his help." Si Qinmi originally had an indifferent attitude towards ghosts and gods, but after a trip to hell, his mentality changed.
"The judge has said that it is useless to pray to gods and worship Buddha. It is okay to express respect. Isn't this going too far?" Zhuang Xun shook his head, but looking at Siqin Mi's peerless beauty, he felt that even morning and night fragrance was not enough. So he added: "Let me do it. I will benefit and gain a virtuous and beautiful wife."
"Indeed, praying to God and Buddha is not as good as doing good deeds, but since it shows our respect as a couple, you and I can do it once in the morning and evening." Si Qinmi thought for a while and said, in the underworld, worshiping no one is useless, and it won't be because of you. A certain god will reduce your guilt, even if it is the Tenth Palace of Hell.
"Yeah." If you worship God, you can get such a virtuous and beautiful wife. It doesn't matter if you worship her for the rest of your life.
After finishing the meal, Zhuang Xun was a little sleepy and wanted to clear the dishes with her, but she pushed him back again.
After a while, Si Qinmi walked into the door with a basin of warm water and said to Zhuang Xun, "Mr. Lang, wash your face."
"They say you don't have to be so micromanaging." Zhuang Xun felt pity for Si Qinmi.
"It's just normal couple behavior." Si Qinmi wrung out the towel and put his hand on Zhuang Xun's face.
"I'll do it myself." Zhuang Xun took the towel and wiped his cheek. Si Qinmi watched Zhuang Xun wipe it off, then went out with a basin and came in again with a basin.
"Husband, wash your feet." Si Qinmi put the warm water next to him and bent down to lift Zhuang Xun's feet.
"Were you like this at Duke Zhenguo's Mansion?" Zhuang Xun avoided her move to take off her socks. Although he knew it was a stupid question to ask, Zhuang Xun couldn't help but ask.
"The government has its own slaves, so why do I need my help?" Si Qinmi grabbed Zhuang Xun's feet with her white and tender hands, took off her socks, squatted down and pressed them into the water.
"You are my wife, not a slave. I can do it myself." Zhuang Xun bent down to grab Si Qinmi's hand.
"Lang Jun, do you dislike my concubine?" Si Qinmi touched Zhuang Xun's toes and raised his head, about to cry.
"Anyway, I don't think I can let you do this kind of servant's work." Zhuang Xun said in a panic.
"I don't feel inferior. Serving the husband is my responsibility and a right. Being the husband's wife, serving the husband is my responsibility and obligation. If the husband doesn't let me serve you, he doesn't think that I am you." His wife?" Si Qinmi asked, her face full of resentment.
"That's not what I meant. Forget it, as long as you don't feel wronged." Zhuang Xun stared at the delicate beauty washing his feet. His white and tender fingers were soaked red by the warm water, and he felt complicated.
I can't get used to it, but there is a warm current in my heart, which warms my heart and body.
After drying his feet with a towel, Si Qinmi asked Zhuang Xun to lie down on the bed, took off his shoes and socks, and put his white feet into the footbath that Zhuang Xun had just used.
"Then I also want to wash your wife's feet." Zhuang Xun rolled off the bed.
"How can you, a man, wash a woman's feet?" The double standard is vividly displayed.
"A big man cannot wash a woman's feet, but a young husband can wash the feet of his beloved wife. I am not a big man, I am just your little husband." Zhuang Xun stretched out his hand to hold the exquisite jade feet.
"Mr. Lang, you really don't want to let me have any friendship with you." Si Qinmi said helplessly seeing Zhuang Xun's insistence.
"I feel that my wife has worked hard all day. As a husband, I wash my wife's feet. I want to thank my wife for her contribution to the family." Zhuang Xun said sincerely that he felt guilty if he did not repay those who were kind to him.
The white jade feet were petite and cute. Zhuang Xun did not have a single ripple. He slid over the arch of the foot and carefully cleaned the white and tender feet until the jade feet were soaked in warm water and became rosy in the white, making them look crystal clear.
"Mr. Lang, trying to please women like this will make women arrogant and unruly. If Lang Jun comes to rule the country in the future, how many concubines will he have..." Si Qinmi's feet were not only red, but her dimples were also red, but she had to clean her feet. Zhuang Xun didn't notice such an alluring beauty.
"I only want to wash my feet for you." Zhuang Xun took off the towel and said naturally, mainly because he didn't think he would have a concubine in the future. He felt that he was lucky enough to have a concubine.
"Mr. Lang's mouth is so sweet. How many young girls have he coaxed?" This sentence was so sweet that Zhuang Xun's serious expression made Si Qinmi a little confused and could only avoid saying it.
"I only talk sweetly to you, and you are the only one who gives me the opportunity to talk sweetly." Zhuang Xun said honestly, wiped Siqinmi's fleshy feet, and quickly picked up the foot washing water and walked out, fearing that Siqinmi and him Grab the water.
Si Qinmi first touched his hot cheek, and then touched his little feet that were still warm.
In order not to let Zhuang Xun see her shyness, she got into bed first, covered herself with a quilt, and left her back to Zhuang Xun.
"You can sleep here. I'll go to the side room to sleep. After all, I'm not fully recovered from my illness, so I won't be cured if I infect you." Zhuang Xun walked in after pouring the water, and happened to find Si Qinmi closing the quilt. He seemed a little hesitant, or maybe It was a guilty conscience, and he didn't know what he was guilty of. The person on the bed was already his wife.
"Come up!" Si Qinmi turned around and lifted up a corner of the quilt and ordered.
The night was already dark, and in the candlelight her shy and annoyed expression looked like she was angry. Zhuang Xun stood where he was, neither advancing nor retreating.
"Come up!" Si Qin Mi ordered again. Zhuang Xun was afraid that she would get angry, so he slowly blew out the lamp, walked to the bed step by step, took off his robe, slowly lifted the quilt and lay down on it.
"If you stay at my concubine's place, I have no objection. Now you sleep in a separate room. Do you have any dissatisfaction with me? Or maybe I can't attract your husband?" the beauty complained.
"They say I'm sick, don't think too much about it." Zhuang Xun was embarrassed and said that he was too scared to go to bed.
"How can you not think more about it? I am afraid that my husband will dislike me for remarrying." Si Qinmi blushed with embarrassment, half-falsely, half-truth, facing Zhuang Xun who was already her husband, and slowly leaned towards him.
After two days of getting along with her, she knew that Zhuang Xun would not dislike her, but she was also troubled by Zhuang Xun's unfamiliar behavior. It was difficult to break through this level of politeness. She regretted not answering Zhuang Xun just now. Now that she had decided Now that she is Zhuang Xun's wife, no matter how shy she is, she has to overcome it.
"Whoever dislikes you, it's too late to like you." As she expected, Zhuang Xun hugged her tightly, as if he was holding a unique treasure.
Then that's good, that's good.
