The morning light was dim, and Jia Sidao, who got up early to do morning exercises, unexpectedly met Xu Ruoxi, who also got up early.

Looking at the delicate woman in the wind dancing with a long sword in a strong suit, Jia Sidao suddenly realized why Jia Quan was so afraid of Xu Ruoxi. Although he didn't know how much Xu Ruoxi's martial arts were, he could tell just from the agile figure that he was enough to crush Jia Quan several. As for himself, although he thought it was a fancy move, it was almost the same to suppress himself.

Now this body can only be called healthy, but the word "strong" has nothing to do with it. Of course, except that Jia Sidao often spends money to empty his body, the most important thing is whether he is still a scholar after all.

Although the scholars at this time were not as weak as those in the Ming and Qing dynasties, their military power was definitely not much higher.

The first meal I first met last night started with a dullness and also ended with dullness. Although the process was a little turbulent, overall, the turbulence was only on Xu Ruoxi and the three maids who served.

Jia Sidao ate very well and was very full.

Xu Ruoxi's worries did not become a reality after all.

After dinner, Jia Sidao left the table with a sentence "I'm going to the study room, eat slowly." He left the table with three maids with a shocked face and Xu Ruoxi, who breathed a sigh of relief, and there was no sign.

Xu Ruoxi's expression changed. Although he buried his head in filling his stomach, he saw it all. After a little thought, he understood what Xu Ruoxi was worried about.

Unexpectedly, this woman who seems to be very naive will also be nervous and uneasy. So he can eat slowly and pick up more dishes into Xu Ruoxi's bowl, just to make Xu Ruoxi nervous for a while.

It’s not that he was pretentious and deliberate, but he inadvertently used the habit of eating at the dining table in later generations on the table where the first meal between the Southern Song Dynasty and his wife was.

That night, he walked out of the study room and hesitated for a while, but turned back to the study room again.

He knew better than Xu Ruoxi what she was worried about, but for men and women, there was no need for him yet, so he prefers to let things go.

After all, the forced melon is not sweet enough. Besides, who can know about division and cooperation now?

But he didn't see it. After he hesitated and turned back to the study, a petite figure who had been hiding outside the study and looking around for Xu Ruoxi flashed away in the darkness.

If he saw it, he would naturally recognize it. It was the close maid next to Xu Ruoxi, and the girl named Luzhu, who was also his maid.

...

"morning!"

Jia Sidao, who was jumping and stretching his body, looked at Xu Ruoxi who stopped Wu Jian and said hello with a surprised look on his face. Then he ignored Xu Ruoxi and continued to trot slowly around the corridor in the courtyard.

The house was large enough, with pavilions, towers, and rockery. This was bought by Concubine Jia when Jia Sidao got married. It is said that it was a house of a wealthy businessman before.

Jia Sidao slept well in the study, but Xu Ruoxi didn't sleep well all night. The habit of getting up early to practice martial arts has been with her for a long time, but what she didn't expect was that her husband actually got up so early, and he was doing strange movements like a snoring wind.

She simply stopped practicing and stood there watching Jia Sidao running around the corridor while turning her head and swaying her waist. She stopped from time to time and jumped a few times like a toad.

Has the injury healed, the memory lost, the head broken?

After a while, Jia Sidao turned back and stood in front of Xu Ruoxi with a slight breath.

"Why don't you dance anymore? The dance is pretty good."

Wiping the sweat stains on his head with his sleeves and feeling the feeling of the pores all over his body stretching. He only felt that every pore in his body had opened up, and finally felt the vitality he deserved from this weak young body.

Xu Ruoxi looked at Jia Sidao, who had no taste of scholarly spirit, and his eyes suddenly became a little dazed, so he didn't even notice that Jia Sidao was talking about dancing, not practicing.

The difference between one word, but the meaning is very different.

At this moment, Jia Sidao and the one in Xu Ruoxi who loves gambling and visits prostitutes, and who is vengeful and arrogant, are really different from heaven and earth.

"My husband is..."

"Oh, exercise, study every day, your body has rust. Did you just practice martial arts?"

Jia Sidao didn't want to continue to get entangled on this issue, and he turned the topic on Xu Ruoxi.

A yellow-breasted outfit outlines Xu Ruoxi's graceful body. Her hair was casually tied with a hairband and spread on her shoulders, making her look particularly heroic and energetic, which is completely different from the light and gentle lady painting he saw yesterday.

"I made my husband laugh."

"It's great. That, have you heard of the Yijin Jing?"

Everyone has a dream of a hero, and he is no exception.

"Yijin Jing? What is that?"

"Oh, the name of a pastry."

"Pastry? What a strange name. My husband has eaten it?"

Xu Ruoxi glanced at Jia Sidao gently and told her intuition that her husband, who had been smashed and forgot everything, seemed to have changed his mind and had not told the truth to him at all.

However, it would be great if he really always did this.

"Uh, I haven't eaten it before. Have you practiced internal skills?"

He glanced at his husband with anticipation in surprise, and Xu Ruoxi's eyebrows raised slightly, and there seemed to be a smile on his pretty face as smooth as jade: "Why is my husband suddenly interested in this vulgar skill?"

Obviously, Xu Ruoxi understands the meaning of internal strength.

"Just curious, have you really practiced internal skills?"

"My father has only Ruoxi, one daughter. My uncle never forgets to go north to regain the two capitals, because Ruoxi has only practiced with his uncle for several years. However, most of the kung fu that Ruoxi practices is the feminine technique of women, and then the husband's age..."

"Haha, I know, that's just curious."

Although he also has a dream of being a hero, he also knows that kung fu is not something that can happen overnight, especially the internal kung fu that takes time to polish it.

The reason why I ask about internal strength is actually because of curiosity.

He believed that with the Sanda fighting skills he learned from later generations, as long as his body became really strong, if the timing was right, unless he was a first-class expert, ordinary people would not be able to do anything easily.

As I spoke, the sky gradually became brighter and the deep courtyard gradually became noisy.

The servants and maids who were coming and going walked through the garden and saw Jia Sidao and Xu Ruoxi standing side by side. They were all shocked and almost glared out their eyes, consciously slowed down, and walked by gently.

Jia Quan, Xiao Cui, Taohong and Luzhu, who received the news, came quietly and left quietly.

If their sons and their ladies can really get along well with each other as they are now, no matter how surprised they are, they will naturally be happy in their hearts.

...

I still ate breakfast together, and it should be the second meal. Although it was the second meal, it was less embarrassing from last year's supper, and it seemed much more natural.

After breakfast, the maids had just finished packing the table and served morning tea.

It has not been more than twenty-four hours since Xu Ruoxi returned to her house, but obviously after a supper last night and a chat in the garden in the morning, although the previous conflicts between the two cannot be said to have completely melted, they have improved a lot.

As soon as Jia Sidao picked up the teacup, Jia Quan wandered in again, holding a stack of things in his hand.

"Young Master, there are a few invitations."

Xu Ruoxi glanced at Jia Sidao who was sitting beside him and picked up the teacup.

"Invitation? Take a look."

Jia Sidao said as he put down the teacup and took several posts from Jia Quan's hand.

The few posts were basically all invitations. I looked around casually and found that the invitations came a few days ago. I thought that it was because I was still ill and Jia Quan did not take them out.

Except for one of them who invited me to attend a poetry meeting, the other few were invitations such as Jinqiuyuan, Jixiangfang, Chunfenglou, etc., as soon as you hear the name, you will know that it was an invitation from the brothel.

The style and content written on these three invitations are similar, with the red and pink colors carrying a faint fragrance.

I don’t know what the difference is from the future generations.

"Congratulations to Jia Daguanren's high school, his illness has just recovered. I'll invite Jia Daguanren to drink and go to spring?"

Hearing Jia Sidao's words, Xu Ruoxi, who was drinking tea, couldn't help but slap it. Then he put down the tea cup as if nothing had happened and said, "My husband has come, Ruoxi will go back to the room now."

He looked at Xu Ruoxi who had stood up and left, and then looked at Jia Quan with a bitter look on his face. Jia Sidao threw the invitation on the table and said, "Let's go back to these invitations directly, that Seyuan Poetry Club... Where is Seyuan?"

He didn't really want to go to the Laoshiziseryuan Poetry Club. He was not interested in such a poetry meeting, not to mention that he couldn't write poetry. He survived a lot, but he still had to consider it before he could use it.

I stole a poem about the top scholar of the literary scholar last night. Although I got the title of the poet, it also caused a storm that didn't have to happen. So I'd better avoid this poem.

The most important thing is that he has been here in the Southern Song Dynasty for more than half a month. Apart from going to Qionglin Banquet last night, he has never taken a step beyond the Jia family. It really makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

The beautiful scenery in the Qingming Festival on the River During the Qingming Festival was talked about by later generations. I saw a little bit in the sedan chair yesterday. If you look at the leopard from the leopard, you can imagine how prosperous Lin'an Mansion should be. How can you not take a look at the authentic urban style of the Southern Song Dynasty when you have time?

However, the only regret is that the Qingming Festival map depicts the prosperous scenery of Bianliang. Now it is Lin'an City (later Hangzhou). The former capital of the Song Dynasty, Bianliang City, had become an eternal pain in the hearts of the Song people more than a hundred years ago.

I can only think about it from afar, and even looking at it from afar is already a luxury.

Xu Ruoxi, who was about to walk out of the lobby, felt relieved when she heard Jia Sidao's words and couldn't help but feel a little lighter.

Is the Seyuan Poetry Club?

If my husband is not doing a show, but is really changing his nature, then I really have to thank the woman who brought her husband to the flower shop.

If Xu Ruoxi didn't care about her husband at all, Jia Sidao would definitely not believe it. If it were in the future, there would be no need to say anything, but this was the Southern Song Dynasty.

Even though she is still in a perfect state, who dares to ask for her after she is divorced? Not to mention that she will bring shame to the family.

Xu Ruoxi had not walked out of the lobby yet. Although she was facing away from him, the inadvertent aura could be felt, not to mention that the light steps could not be hidden from others.

Sure enough, do you still care? Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift up slightly.

"Young Master, Seyuan is located in Yujie Pengqiao, and it is the house of Duke Zheng of Shen. Youth Prince, the day of the poetry meeting is today."

"Duke of Shen Guogong Zheng? Is it Zheng Qing's Lord Zheng?"
Chapter completed!