nothing. In the end, I didn't drive Meng Jinyang out, but instead got myself and Wan'er implicated.After a moment of silence, Gu Xiuming suddenly burst into laughter. With the tide turned against him...He read this poem over and over again, and the smile on his face never faded.

His little Yaoyao missed him too, and had even told him to add more clothes. If he guessed right, the bundle that came with the letter held clothes made by Yaoyao herself.

For a moment, Gu Jingxi folded the letter back into its envelope and opened the package. Inside was indeed a new set of clothes made for him by Ayao.

Looking at the intricate embroidery on the garment, he could imagine Ah Yao sitting on a soft cushion by the window, her head bowed slightly, her expression gentle and focused. She held the needle and thread, her movements as smooth and flowing as clouds across the sky, meticulously stitching the pattern onto the fabric.

That night, Gu Jingxi slept soundly.

The next morning, he woke up refreshed and in good spirits. He was also quite kind to Yu Chuan and the others.

Seeing their master's rarely seen genuine smile, Yu Chuan and the others knew that the letter sent by his wife yesterday had cheered him up. Moreover, they knew that the new autumn clothes their master was wearing today must have been made by his wife personally.

Yu Chuan let out two snorts in his heart. Yesterday, he saw the master wearing autumn clothes but not putting them on, still wearing summer clothes. He also thought about the rainy weather these two days and the cool temperature. Out of concern for the master's health, he reminded the master: "Lord Hou, the autumn day is getting cooler, especially in the morning, don't wear too thinly, be careful not to catch a cold."

What's the result

The master gave him a complicated and unfathomable look, then replied: "Yu Chuan, you're only barely eighteen this year, how come your body is so weak at such a young age It's not even cold weather now, you're not some frail scholar who could catch a chill!"

Look again at the master today, he's put on his autumn clothes, still new ones. Truly, a virtuous wife's needlework, her husband's clothing.

Yuchuan couldn't help but tease, "Lord Hou, didn't you say yesterday that the weather wouldn't get cold How come you're wearing an autumn garment today Did you suddenly feel the weather turning colder"

Gu Jingxi gave him a nonchalant glance and replied calmly, "I don't feel cold, but Madam is always worried that I will catch a chill. In her letter, she even instructed me to add clothes and had them personally made stitch by stitch and sent over. How could I possibly disappoint her kindness Even if it were the height of summer, I would have to wear this."

He paused, his voice dropping, and glanced at the four of them before continuing, “You’re all unmarried now, so you probably don’t understand. When you have wives yourselves, you’ll naturally know.”

Yuchuan: "..."

Zhou Yun: "..."

Fang Xuan: "..."

Policy: ...

They thought the master was just showing off, and he was showing off to them, a bunch of guys who didn't have wives. Their master wasn't like this before, he was calm and humble. Now he's become high-profile, desperate for everyone in the world to know that his wife made him new clothes.

It's just that I almost tell everyone: "Look, my wife made me this new outfit, every stitch by hand."

Gu Jingxi saw that the four people were silent, he didn't mind, and said softly: "Well, you guys go busy with yours, I have something to do too.

He finished speaking and left with a light step.

The four people silently watched his departing figure, then looked at each other in astonishment.

Yu Chuan couldn't help but mutter, "The Lord is getting more and more like a child as he ages, becoming less and less steady."

Zhou Yun glared at him: "You, a single bachelor, how could you possibly understand"

Yu Chuan glared back and retorted, "You don't even have a wife, so you wouldn't understand."

Zhou Yun said faintly, "If I had such a gentle and considerate wife, I would brag to others too."

Yuchuan: "..."

Moments later, Yu Chuan looked at his twin brothers beside him and said dejectedly: "Look at him, he's even fantasizing about life with a wife before he's even married one!"

Policy patted him on the shoulder, a knowing smile playing on his lips: "Think about it Don't tell me you haven't thought about it, have you"

Yuchuan's face changed slightly. He immediately hooked onto Fangce's shoulder, dragged him a few steps, and whispered, "Do you know something"

Policy pointed at his own eyes: "I'm not blind, I have eyes to see."

Yu Chuan: "..."

Was he that obvious The Marquis saw through it, and so did Fang Ce, but how come Chan'er didn't

The policy gave him a glance and whispered, "Relax, I'm twenty-two this year and haven't worried about marriage. What's the rush If it doesn't work out, there are plenty of flowers in the world. Why hang yourself on one tree"

Yu Chuan looked at him for a long while and said, "You don't have a girl you like. You don't understand.

Policy: ...

He shouldn't have spoken up, he should have let the kid stew in his misery by himself. Now look, one sentence and now he's the one feeling miserable.

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Beijing, Changxing Houfu.

Meng Jin Yao hasn't left the house since she became pregnant. The doctor said that during the first three months, the fetus isn't stable and bumping or falling could easily lead to a miscarriage, so she's been resting at home and not going anywhere.

She could stay at home all day, but after a long time, life became somewhat monotonous. She got along well with her mother-in-law, who was a quiet person and didn't like being disturbed by her younger relatives, but the age gap between her and her two sisters-in-law was significant, so they had little to talk about. Although her sister-in-law Jiang was around her age, she was still considered a junior and treated her with respect, making their interactions somewhat stiff.

Besides listening to the maids gossiping about other people's affairs, Meng Jinyao would embroider, or go to the study to read. When she sat in the study lost in thought, she couldn't help but feel annoyed that she was clueless about playing the piano or painting. If she had learned from her husband, it would have been more enjoyable.

Autumn's chill was in the air as Qing Qiu saw her sitting still for a moment, then asked: "Madam, what kind of book would you like to read I will go and find it for you."

Meng Jin Yao thought for a moment and said, "You go to the bookshelf and see if there are any strange tales of monsters. I've been wanting to read stories about immortals and ghosts lately."

When autumn arrives, go find it immediately.

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 mail, so she simply pretended not to see them and ignored them.

Suddenly, she saw a blue book at the bottom of the drawer. Out of curiosity, she took it out and discovered that it didn't even have a title. Finding this strange, she flipped through it casually.

When she saw the blushing-inducing content in the book, her face subtly changed. It turned out to be a secret illustrated manual, and the artistic style was incredibly bold. Even the illustrations gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Jinyao's mind flashed with a memory, her face becoming even more subtle. The content in the book, her husband had done...

Before, she had puzzled over why her husband hadn't been interested in women before. Where did he learn all these tricks He must have learned them from these improper books and was now using them on her.

At this time, Qingqiu took a book from the bookshelf and walked towards her. Seeing her flushed face, she asked, "Madam, why is your face so red"

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Jin Yao was startled, like someone caught doing something wrong. She hurriedly slammed the improper book shut and stuffed it back into the drawer at lightning speed. Then, pretending nothing had happened, she said, "It's nothing, I guess the study is a bit hot. I'll go out for some fresh air later."

Qing Qiu glanced at the open window beside her. The autumn wind rolled in from the window, making the room cool and refreshing. Where was it hot

However, Qingqiu didn't dwell on this issue. Whatever the master said was what mattered.eling frustrated and almost giving up, she still wanted to struggle a little more. Hearing her husband's words, she gave up struggling directly, but still said with difficulty: "Alright then, playing...