Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 11 First Class Mrs. Wang Xiuzhi
After returning to the mansion, Zhao Dezhao didn't want to face his wife, so he got off the carriage and went straight to the study.

Qian Niu'er found a gun-stick teacher who was idle in the mansion, and asked him for some traumatic plasters and medicinal wine.

Zhao Dezhao took off only a pair of trouser pockets, lay face down on the bed in the study, and asked Qian Niuer to rub the bruises on his body with his hands to dissolve the bruises.

After a while, Zhao Dezhao relaxed and fell asleep gradually.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Dezhao woke up in a daze, and suddenly felt that the touch on his back was wrong, and it was obvious that someone had changed.

Zhao Dezhao was slightly startled, and immediately thought that maybe Qian Niu'er called a maid to replace him, and slipped away by himself, so he ignored it immediately, and continued to lie down and enjoy with his eyes closed.

The pair of small hands on the back were soft, tender and slippery, just rubbing them back and forth on the bare back made Zhao Dezhao groan in comfort, much more vigorous than Qian Niu'er's rough hands.

Suddenly, I heard a delicate and pleasant voice from behind and softly opened my mouth: "Master, are you awake?"

What kind of maid is this, she is clearly the real wife Wang Xiuzhi!
Zhao Dezhao wanted to turn over and sit up, but Wang Xiuzhi's pair of gentle hands pressed his back hard, and he reprimanded him softly.

"Don't move around, you haven't finished pushing and rubbing your back yet."

Zhao Dezhao had no choice but to lie down honestly and enjoy it with peace of mind.

Wang Xiuzhi kept moving his hands, serving her husband more and more attentively, more gentle and appropriate, and could not stop complaining.

"Sanggong, who did you go out to compete with today? That person is really ignorant, so ignorant of the severity of his actions."

After a pause, he turned to comfort and encouragement:
"However, the concubine knows what my husband is capable of. Sooner or later, my husband will win him back, and I will break his hands and feet!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dezhao could only smile wryly in his heart: "This is really impossible to win!"

A delicate woman's voice whispered in her ears, she enjoyed a pair of slender and gentle pushes and rubs on her back, and her nose smelled the pungent smell of medicinal wine.

Hearing, tentacles, and smell, these three senses are mixed together, which urges a wonderful relaxation effect.

Zhao Dezhao gradually relaxed all over.

Just at this moment, Wang Xiuzhi turned around and complained softly:
"Sir, may I ask what I did wrong these two days to make my husband despise me so much? Ever since you got sick and had a fever, it's like a different person..."

Suddenly hearing the words "changed person", Zhao Dezhao's expression changed in surprise.

Fortunately, Zhao Dezhao was facing down at this time, Wang Xiuzhi didn't notice his expression was strange, but stopped his hands.

"Why, isn't the concubine right?"

"There is nothing wrong." Zhao Dezhao buried his face in the pillow, and said vaguely: "I realized that I was wrong in the past, and I decided to change my past mistakes and make positive progress. Naturally, I want to make a clean break with my past self. Isn't that good?"

"Of course it's great, I'm very pleased...but, sir, are you planning to cut off your relationship with me as well?"

"of course not."

"Since it's not, why does my husband avoid me all the time, even eating and sleeping in the study on purpose?"

"Your father-in-law and I are nestled in the study. Naturally, I am studying hard day and night! Now that my father values ​​culture and education, since I am determined to make progress, how can I not study hard?"

Zhao Dezhao was confident and confident, and his words were so convincing that he almost believed them.

But Wang Xiuzhi still didn't seem to believe it, she snorted softly: "Sir, just turn around."

Zhao Dezhao turned over on the bed and sat up slowly.

This is the first time he has been face to face with his wife since time travel.

Although Wang Xiuzhi's appearance is stored in his old memory, he knows that she is an out-and-out beauty.

But the visual impact brought by face-to-face is much stronger!

At this moment, Zhao Dezhao couldn't help staring his eyes straight, as if he was a hungry glutton who suddenly saw a familiar and favorite food, and immediately lost his composure!
Wang Xiuzhi, the daughter of the prime ministers of the two dynasties and the first-rank imperial wife of the Song Dynasty, was qualified to dress up gorgeously and noblely with jewels, but she looked quite simple.

There is no jade on her head, only a white jade hairpin is inserted to pull up her hair, revealing a slender swan neck, the skin on the neck is extremely white, the color is almost the same as the white jade hairpin on her hair.

Zhao Dezhao's eyes crawled down her snow-white neck, and then down...

After reluctantly looking away, Zhao Dezhao swallowed unconsciously, feeling a little thirsty.

Wang Xiuzhi didn't notice her husband's gaffe, she got up and took a thin booklet from the desk and threw it at him.

"Sanggong, you are studying hard day and night in the study, are you studying this hard?"

The booklet fell in front of Zhao Dezhao, and then it scattered, revealing the contents inside.

Zhao Dezhao looked at this thing out of pure curiosity.

In the two days since he moved to the study, he flipped through the books in the study when he had nothing to do.

He lacked interest in those serious tomes such as the collection of classics and history, and Shiyun Ziyue.

Because I have never seen it!

Those colored videos and pictures in the previous life have long been rotten, but this thing is a rarity!

Zhao Dezhao didn't expect that his wife would catch him before he appreciated it enough.

"Hmph, I just saw this on the book case as soon as I came in!" Wang Xiuzhi sat down in front of Zhao Dezhao angrily, turned his head and looked aside, so as not to stain his eyes with the shameful picture book.

"I'm tired of reading, so watch this to adjust. How can a man not like to read this? What's so embarrassing?"

Zhao Dezhao answered with a smile, but his eyes never left the album on his lap, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt restless.

(End of this chapter)