I raised a husband in ancient times

Pei Xing noticed Lu Yiming's gaze, closed his slightly opened mouth, and raised the freshly peeled persimmon to his mouth, beckoning him to eat it.

Lu Yiming's finger holding the string of persimmons moved slightly twice, he leaned down, and bit off a small piece of flesh with his hand, the slight sweetness spread in his taste buds, the juice was as sweet as honey, just to clear away his not long ago Frustrated.

"It's very sweet, eat it by yourself."

When Pei Xing heard this, he couldn't help smiling. He went back to the small bench and sipped the thin flesh of the persimmon, which was silky and moist. This was really delicious, and he felt much more energetic.

He let out a long and comfortable sigh, the hand that threw the persimmon skin stiffened, and suddenly remembered that the husband had eaten the persimmon, could this be considered an indirect kiss?

He didn't move his head, his eyeballs quickly lifted up, peeking at the busy person not far away, seeing that the other person didn't pay attention to this side, he threw away the persimmon skin like a guilty conscience, blushing.

In order to divert his attention, he started looking for things to do in the distance, trying to unilaterally distance himself from Lu Yiming.

Unexpectedly, all this was seen by someone, Lu Yiming kept moving his hands, and his mood improved a lot.

It was still early in the night, and the two of them did not go to bed immediately after washing up and returning to their room.

Pei Xing sat by the bed and changed Lu Yiming's autumn and winter clothes. It was getting colder, and the other party didn't have a warm and well-fitting dress, so he had to hurry up and get one out before winter came.

If he had known that her husband would be back this winter, he should have prepared in advance instead of rushing to work now.

The little guy frowned, with a look of annoyance between his brows, and he didn't even notice that he walked beside him. He was hunched over by himself, and his movements were meticulous and serious.

The light was dim, he brought the fabric closer, and the embroidery needles almost pierced his eyes.

Taking advantage of the time when he stopped to rub his eyes, Lu Yiming took the tool from his hand and put it in the basket.

When the other party looked surprised, he said slowly: "Take a break, go to the desk, and teach you how to read."

He promised the other party to teach him to read and write before, but he forgot about it because he was too tired recently, and the little guy didn't mention it again. Now that he is free, it's time to fulfill his promise.

In ancient times, there was no easy-to-learn Chinese phonetic notation, and most of them were hard work and rote memorization.

In this age, food and clothing are a problem, and the children of the peasant family naturally do not have much time and money to support a child who can read and write, let alone a brother with a slightly lower status.

Previously, Pei Xing thought that her husband was just talking about it. After all, her husband didn't mention it again. Although he was a little disappointed, he still forgot about it sensibly.

Husband is good enough to him, he can't push his limits.

Now that my husband brought up the matter of teaching him to read and write again, he couldn't help but smile in surprise.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yiming felt that it was worth it, so let him be more troublesome, because his younger brother spoils him.

Last time, the owner of the paper with the word "Pei Xing" kept it at the bottom of the box. Now I take it out carefully, lest I tear the paper with force.

Paper, ink, brushes and inkstones are really expensive these days, one tael of silver is only a month’s study expenses for a literati, no wonder poor people can’t afford it, this is not reading and calligraphy, it’s simply knowledge piled up with money.

Even so, not all of them flocked to it, betting on the glimmer of hope, losing their fortunes if they lost the bet, and rising to prosperity if they won the bet.

But this has nothing to do with Lu Yiming, he doesn't plan to do scientific research, isn't this more delicious than teaching the rabbit in front of him to read and write?

Pei Xing held a pen for the first time, even though he was given a demonstration in advance, his eyes learned it, but it doesn't mean his hands can keep up.

He exerted all his strength on his palm, and what he wrote was crooked, like a stroke of a stroke, rather than a natural writing.

After writing the word "Pei Xing", Pei Xing was sweating profusely. This word is ugly no matter how you look at it, especially in front of her husband, it is even more embarrassing.

"Don't worry, take your time. It's your first time to write. This is already good. Your posture of holding the pen is correct, but your control ability needs to be improved. Just practice a lot. Practice more at night. After a long time, it will naturally improve. "

"Is this also the case for the first time my husband practiced calligraphy?"

Staring at those innocent eyes, he nodded without blushing and heartbeat, a white lie is not a lie.

However, this consolation is still useful, at least the other party's mood has stabilized, and he no longer doubts himself.

"Husband, I want to recognize your name."

After practicing for a long time, he can write his name proficiently on paper. Although some strokes need to be improved, he can barely catch the eye.

So he stopped writing his name, turned his head and couldn't wait to ask "Lu Yiming".

Lu Yiming took the brush, dipped it in some ink, and swiped it freely. In the blink of an eye, the three big characters "Lu Yiming" appeared on the paper.

The word "one" is easy to recognize and is often used, so Pei Xing recognizes that "Lu" and "Ming" have more strokes, and he copied them stroke by stroke, as if he wanted to engrave these three characters in his heart.

You are looking at the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are looking at you upstairs, Pei Xing is looking at the three words "Lu Yiming", and Lu Yiming is staring at Pei Xing in a daze.

In the past few days of self-cultivation, the originally thin face has become a little fleshy, long-term malnutrition, the face that should have started to twitch has not yet grown, and there is a childish look between the eyebrows and eyes.

Lu Yiming sighed, he was still a child who didn't grow up.

A strand of hair slipped from the headband, and he gently pinned it behind the ear for someone who was concentrating on it. It just happened to brush against the ear dotted with red moles, causing the other party to tremble.

It's very sensitive here.

A certain person withdrew his hand from doing bad things, without any introspection, he found that he liked this place quite a bit, and he liked to see the other person's reaction at this time.

When people are old, they have more bad tastes.

Lu Yiming sighed.

******

At dawn, Lu Yiming and Pei Xing packed up and went out, and went to town today to do some shopping.

Mother Lu told them before they went out, "Come back early."

"it is good."

During the frost season, a layer of white frost formed on the roadside in the morning. They came out early, and the white frost had not yet melted away.

"cold?"

Lu Yiming saw Pei Xing's hand exposed to the air, a little red, and subconsciously took the other's hand and rubbed it.

Speaking of it, he has been awakened in the middle of the night recently, and a certain rabbit often unconsciously approaches him as a heat source, burying his hands and feet on his torso, using him as a natural stove.

However, once he wakes up in the morning, the other party will turn his face and deny anyone, and secretly withdraw his hands and feet, as if nothing happened.

He found this reaction amusing and did not expose the other party.

The cold hands were wrapped in warm big palms, and the heat was continuously conveyed. Pei Xing felt that not only the hands, but also the body seemed to be much warmer.

The commercial streets in the town are bustling with pedestrians. After the autumn harvest, the flow of people began to increase, and at the time of the transition of autumn and winter, there were many people purchasing.

They planned to go to the cloth shop to have a look first, and then go to the peddler to buy some kitchen materials. There was still enough salt at home, so they didn't need to buy it for the time being.

The two walked through the bustling streets and came to Buxing. A woman led a maidservant and a servant beside them, and their destination was the same as theirs.

After passing by, the woman in silk and satin suddenly turned around and looked at Lu Yiming in surprise.

"Yiming, you're back!"

Lu Yiming recognized the person at a glance, after all, the original body had many fond memories of him.

This is Yuanshen's ex-fiancee, Song Yan.

Although Pei Xing had never met Song Yan, but with his brother's sixth sense, he accurately guessed the identity of this person. The other person was beautiful, with smooth and fair skin, and he was well maintained at first glance.

He bit his lip, lowered his head, slightly moved the hand that was being held, and wanted to take it back, but Lu Yiming didn't let go.

While Pei Xing was looking at Song Yan, the other party was also looking up and down at Lu Yiming's Pei Xing who was dressed in coarse clothes.

This is his husband?She looks pretty, but she's a bit shabby.

Thanks to her mother who didn't insist on marrying Lu Yiming, otherwise she could only live with him and live a simple life, how could she live the life of a young mistress like she is now.

Seeing that the other party is not doing well, she feels very at ease. Look, this is the man she was not married at that time, so what if he came back from the war, he is not a farmer with his face turned to the loess and his back to the sky.

Really what kind of pot with what cover.

However, after not seeing each other for five years, Lu Yiming has stood up a lot, and he is more masculine than her husband.

Speaking of which, she knew that Lu Yiming only liked women, especially her ex-fiancee.

She glanced at the hands tightly held by the two of them, and smiled: "It's good that you are fine. My mother talked about you a few days ago. I am very happy to hear that you have returned safely."

Hearing this, Lu Yiming really let go of Pei Xing's hand, and his eyes fell on Song Yan. Song Yan looked smug and thought to herself, sure enough, this person still misses him.

The hand was loosened, without the warm palm wrapping it, Pei Xing's hand became cold again.

It was clear that winter was not yet approaching, but Pei Xing felt that this moment was bitingly cold, and a certain little rabbit felt shivering in his heart, lowered his head and blushed.

There seemed to be no place for him here.

Just when he was secretly sad, a hand gently wrapped his shoulders, and sincerely thanked Song Yan.

"It was a blessing in disguise, thanks to your perfection, I have gained a virtuous husband."