Xie Daoyun's little hand was cold. Wang Ningzhi held it in his big hand. After a while, a layer of fine sweat broke out, but it still did not get hot. It seemed that a woman's body was cold and her body temperature was lower on weekdays than men. Perhaps it was because she always had to rely on men.

Of course, this kind of random fabrication is unfounded after all. Wang Ningzhi felt quite satisfied at this moment. Although his wife was a small girl, she had been trying hard to pretend to be an adult. During this period, she would occasionally show her cuteness that was still a girl, but her character was much more mature than those girls of the same age in later generations. At least she could speak equally with herself and think about the problem from an adult's perspective.

Trying to play a certain role is not to obey, but to be transparent like a close understanding.

Xie Daoyuan was like this. Her hands were stretched, white and tender, like a bone about to bloom. She was weak and boneless, with delicate and attractive skin. She had sweaty hands and showed no repulsion in front of the servants. She obediently held hands with Wang Ningzhi and allowed him to lead himself into the yard.

Then Wang Ningzhi took the initiative to let go of his hand and looked around the semi-familiar courtyard scenery, especially the hostess in the courtyard was still a delicate and gradually blooming flower. He had never been married in his previous life and was indifferent in temperament. However, he didn't expect that he had just arrived in this era for a few days and seemed to have a sense of belonging to this place... It was a strange feeling, but fortunately he would not be bothered by it. He looked at Xie Daoyuan behind him. His little wife, his exposed skin still had blush and scars, and his hair was stained with a trace of solidified soil. He felt sorry and said, "Do you have boiled water? When you boil it, wash your body. I'll go and see if there is any ointment. Such delicate skin, if you leave a scar, I will regret it for the rest of my life..."

"It's all nonsense, and it's still in front of Huan'er and the others." Xie Daoyun was not disgusted when she heard Wang Ningzhi's words, but looked carefully at both sides. Seeing that they were not paying attention, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in an admonishing tone, "If the husband regrets the scars on my body, he may be laughed at if he spreads it out. If he really thinks about me, he will improve the "Evolution theory" well. There is no need to refute all the five-dozen rice Taoism theory, but he must also have his own thoughts, which is better than the "State Words" in the Three Confucian Confucianism, which will be heard forever, and the name will be passed down forever..."

Wang Ningzhi could see Xie Daoyuan's little thoughts clearly, but he didn't pick them up. He was also happy to play this game similar to "husband cultivation" with her. After a few words, Huan'er, who went to the kitchen, replied that the boiling water had been boiled, enough for two people to take a bath, so he asked him to clean it first.

After everyone left, he was much more peaceful. He first recalled the experiences of the past few days in a very short time. He felt that although he had a bad relationship with Xu Lian, the Wang family had intervened. He was afraid that Xu Lian and his father's life would become difficult. He did not go out frequently, so he didn't have to worry in a short period of time. The only thing he had to do now was to find a Taoist temple to plead with him and stuff the remaining people in the refugee village into it.

He walked into the study and was filled with drawings and word drafts, with lines flowing like flowing water. Sometimes after staring for a long time, he felt that they were as if they were alive, following a erratic trajectory, dancing, like elves who had taken off their shackles, acting recklessly on the white rice paper without any worries... Undoubtedly, he inherited Wang Xizhi's predecessor, no matter how mediocre, his calligraphy was far more than some people who were seeking fame. However, his eyes did not stop here, and there was such a self-knowledge. He inherited this body and could not write this level unless he practiced it hard in the next twenty years. In addition to these calligraphy and paintings, there were many strange things in the study, such as Wushisan.

My former name was a fan of Wudou Rice Dao. It seemed that Wushi San was also taken, but most of them were taken secretly here. In addition, there were some other ointments. According to Fengshou, the ointment for scar removal seems to be very effective.

Xie Daoyun took a bath very quickly, without delaying it. She seemed to be thinking that Wang Ningzhi needed to take a shower, so she walked out early and changed into her own clothes. After taking the shower, her skin turned pink and felt healthy. She dodged a little under Wang Ningzhi's gaze. She quickly pulled Qing'e to take the ointment that Wang Ningzhi took out and walked into the boudoir to take the medicine.

"Erlang quickly go and take a shower. If you don't take a shower for such a long time, it will be so stinky that our wife can stand it." Huan'er saw Wang Ningzhi staring at Xie Daoyun after entering the room, pouting her mouth and pushing him, and making a very smelly and pinching her nose. This was naturally stopped by Wang Ningzhi knocking on the forehead.

The bathtub used for bathing is the same as Xie Daoyun. Although it has been washed again, it still emits a scent of fragrance, similar to a body odor stained with frankincense. It does not smell bad, and can be attributed to the body scent. Wang Ningzhi will not have dirty thoughts here. As Huaner said, he did not take a bath for three days, and he did smell on his body. After entering the bathtub, he was soaked in just the right amount of hot water, which made him moan. It was very comfortable and could make him abandon the fatigue of these days.

The hazy water vapor is steaming upwards, mixed with the residual fragrance, which is indeed comfortable.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hands to hold the edge of the bucket, and gradually fell asleep...

...

"Langjun,Langjun..."

Wang Ningzhi opened his eyes suddenly. Because he was too big, he slapped his hands on the water surface, causing a large splash of water. Then he heard the scream of "Langjun" who had been calling turned into "Ah", and he realized that someone was in front of him.

The red long skirt was thin and was already very close to the body. Now it was wet with water, and it was tightly pressed against the body, outlining the initial breasts. The gullies were obvious, the shape was elegant and full of beauty, which made Wang Ningzhi subconsciously stunned, but he quickly reacted and reached out to hold the woman in front of him, which was frightened to fall backwards.

"Is it okay?"

The woman is Xie Daoyuan.

Wang Ningzhi grabbed her hand and pulled her over. Because of inertia, the two of them had touched their upper bodies for a while before they separated. At that moment, the soft and elastic touch quickly passed like a flying geek, leaving only a trace of aftertaste.

Xie Daoyuan was frightened and panted, and glared at Wang Ningyi's eyes with resentment. She should have been as shy as a little girl, but she was completely destroyed by the majestic Danfeng Eye, giving people the illusion of cruelty. Although she was complaining, she understood Langjun's reaction. After a little restoring her mood, she spoke and said, "I'm waiting for Langjun outside but haven't come out, but I'm worried that you will go to bed again, but it's really true. Get up quickly, the water will be cold."

She wiped the place where the water had just been splashed, but she didn't move, and it seemed that she didn't plan to leave.

Wang Ningzhi had no mentality about taking a bath and taking care of women, but he was not used to taking a bath and wiping his body. No matter how mature his mind was, a man would be exposed to a naked body in front of a woman. It was a very unpolite and embarrassing thing. After all, he was still ashamed. So he reached out to take the towel and said, "It's good that I'll come alone. You can go out and wait for me."

"Okay, then hurry up." Xie Daoyun put the clothes that Wang Ningzhi needed to change into a very close place to his hands, and then left and walked slowly, just like serving the Lord to take a shower. Listening to the Lord's words was what she should have done, but no one knew that when she turned around and left, her face was rosy and her heart was beating rapidly, indicating that her heart was definitely not as calm as externally.

Even if Wang Ningzhi can't see this, he can guess it.

Regarding the personality problem of his wife, although she can show small actions to hide her inner thoughts, she still cannot escape her eyes. This kind of stubbornness that she insists on bringing herself into a certain character is a tragic result of no fun in life. Of course, Wang Ningzhi didn't know whether he guessed correctly, but he could understand Xie Daoyuan's personality.

As the evaluation recorded in historical books, the woman Xie Daoyuan has a very high status in the history of Chinese women.

Naturally, among the women of this era, her starting point is also very high, and the height is so cold. Whether it is her parents' home or here, is there a friend who can make friends with her...? Wang Ningzhi doesn't think there is.

And it is actually very simple to change this unhealthy personality, just be able to enter her inner world... Wang Ningzhi still has the confidence to do this.

Wang Ningzhi, who had put on his clothes and walked out, was pulled into the boudoir by Xie Daoyun.

"My husband is not injured, I'll give you medicine." Xie Daoyun held the small box containing the ointment and stared at Wang Ningzhi tightly, as if she was not going to accept the rejection.

Wang Ningzhi was not pretentious, and pulled up his sleeves and trouser legs to reveal the scratched wounds that were walking on the mountain road. He allowed Xie Daoyuan to wipe the ointment with her jade-like hands.

"Just just now, my sister-in-law sent a message saying that there is a Taoist temple called 'Qixia', which is a Taoist temple where my sister-in-law prays for her brother on weekdays. The Taoists in it are often poor. If my sister-in-law talks about peace there, she should take in people from refugees."

"Qixia Temple?" Wang Ningzhi looked down at Xie Daoyuan who was gently applying medicine to him. A touch of tenderness gradually rose, "What does the sister-in-law mean?"

"Tomorrow, my sister-in-law will go to Qixia Temple to pray for blessings, and my husband can go with my sister-in-law." Xie Daoyun talked about the matter and did not realize Wang Ningzhi's changes.

Seeing Xie Daoyuan's serious look, Wang Ningzhi's tenderness became more and more intense, but he was worried that too violent movements would scare the little lady, so he only reached out to hold her when she finished applying the medicine and was about to leave.

Big hands holding small hands.

"Is there anything else for you?" Xie Daoyun widened her eyes, not understanding what Wang Ningzhi had to do, so she held her hand, her strength getting stronger and stronger, and she could feel a little pain.

"Ah... Sorry." Wang Ningzhi hurriedly let go of his hand. Seeing the blush on the back of her hand, he felt a little guilty, and hurriedly mentioned the topic just now, "Can you go with him tomorrow?"

"No!" Xie Daoyuan blinked her eyes, smiled with a hint of cramping, "I am tired and may not be able to accompany my husband."
Chapter completed!