It was dark and the whole family gathered together for a warm dinner. Before Chen Xu could drink tea and eat, the group of wives took the maid back to the room in advance.

Even Xing'er and Yu Ji would sit in the living room to play checkers for a while after eating, but today they didn't know where to go.

Chen Xu was bored and sang and told stories with his daughter Chen Xi. When Chen Xi was lying in her arms, she had closed her eyes and started yawning. At this time, Fan Caiying's maid Xiaoping came to invite her.

Looking at Xiaoping's shy and expectant look, Chen Xu remembered what Fan Caiying said in the afternoon, so he handed his daughter to several maids to take her to bed, and he followed her to Fan Caiying's room.

The main bedrooms in the backyard were brightly lit, and countless maids were serving tea and water. When they passed by Meng Wan's dormitory, they heard the sound of water squeaking inside.

"Welcome to the Marquis!" The two servants guarding Meng Wan's door quickly saluted.

"No gift, the third lady is still taking a shower?" Chen Xu frowned slightly.

Because Meng Wan has been pregnant for more than four months and she usually sleeps early. Now it is already past Hai, so she has turned off the lights and goes to bed long ago, but she is still taking a shower now.

"Go back to the Marquis, the third lady is still taking a bath in the osmanthus flowers!" a servant girl quickly answered.

Chen Xu walked in with a lot of laughter and tears.

The dormitory is divided into an inner room and an outer room, and there are side rooms and wing rooms next to it. The inner room is the master's bedroom, and the outer room is responsible for washing and resting on weekdays. The side room is a place for maids to live. Generally speaking, a dormitory is actually a separate room or even a courtyard, but only kings and princes can enjoy this luxurious layout.

As for the more luxurious one, the inner courtyard of the palace, each famous concubine even has her own bedroom, plus the garden kitchen and the residence of the palace servants who serve the palace, the area is dozens or even hundreds of acres, which is larger than the houses of ordinary princes, princes and ministers.

In order to facilitate contact and care on weekdays, Chen Xu arranged Shui Qingrou, Ying Shiman, Meng Wan and even Fan Caiying's residences near his dormitory. During this period, there were corridors and corridors, and even rain and snow, it was convenient to come and go. Due to his identity, Fan Caiying's dormitory was arranged at the most side. Therefore, if Chen Xu wanted to pass, he had to pass through Meng Wan, Ying Shiman and Shui Qingrou's rooms in turn.

There is a huge bathtub in the outer room of the bedroom, which emits a lingering heat, and the room is filled with a mist and a scent of osmanthus.

Two maids were busy working next to the bathtub. When they saw Chen Xu coming in, they stopped to salute. Chen Xu nodded slightly and walked to the bathtub, and saw a thick layer of osmanthus floating inside, leaving only a fascinating and stunning face outside.

"Husband~~" Meng Wan exclaimed in shock and stood up from the bathtub.

Chen Xu quickly helped her and carried her out, and asked the maid to quickly bring a bath towel to wrap her in and said, "You must be careful when you are pregnant. You must not sleep too late, nor do you need to take a bath in too hot water..."

"Husband, do you smell the fragrance on my body?" Meng Wan raised her arm in front of Chen Xu's nose like a coquettish act.

"Xiangxiang, hurry up and wipe it dry and put on the bed to rest. It's already very late!" Chen Xu carried Meng Wan into the inner room, and it took more than ten minutes to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The pregnant wife was not easy to serve, and everything had to be careful. If you say that she didn't smell good, she would probably take a day of bath tomorrow.

"You go back first, I'll go to the second wife's room to check it out!" After coming out, Chen Xu asked Xiaoping to go back early, because according to today's situation, several wives must have gone back to soak in the petal bath in advance.

Sure enough, Ying Shiman's room was almost the same. After Chen Xu entered, he quickly took Ying Shiman, who was almost five months pregnant, out of the bathtub and carried it into the inner room. He didn't leave until he took care of him and fell asleep.

When passing by Shui Qingrou's room, Chen Xu didn't plan to go in, but the sound of the maid bowing and greeting at the door alarmed Shui Qingrou, while Shui Qingrou, who was wearing a nightgown, opened the door and came out to greet him.

Looking at Shui Qingru's clear and beautiful face, and her hair that had not yet dried, Chen Xu couldn't bear to refuse, so he took Shui Qingru's hand into the room and closed the doors and windows.

"Hey, have you soaked in the chrysanthemum bath?" Although Chen Xu didn't see water taking a bath, he could tell from the fragrance on her body and hair, with a faint and elegant bitter fragrance.

"Husband, does it smell good? Does it smell fragrant?" Shui Qingrou stood in front of him with a hint of shyness and expression of a rare little daughter.

"It's neither strong nor light, the breath is natural, and chrysanthemums are the taste of autumn, which is as indifferent as your personality. After the east fence, the wine is filled with fragrance. Don't say it's not sober, the curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. The gentle fragrance on the body is my favorite taste!" Chen Xu hugged the water gently in his arms, buried his head in her hair, and sniffed the elegant fragrance of flowers gently.

"After the east fence is wine at dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. Don't say that you are not intoxicated. The curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers..." Shui Qingrou's eyes shiny and muttered Chen Xu's poem just now. After a long time, she hugged Chen Xu's neck hard, "My husband has another good poem, but it's a pity that gentle..."

"Have you forgotten your agreement with me, don't mention that matter again in the future!" Chen Xu held Shui Qingru's cheeks in both hands, and looked at the two faint scars on the corners of her eyes to interrupt her words.

"Husband, it's Qingru's wrong!" A mist suddenly rose in Shui Qingru's eyes, covering her bright eyes.

"I'll accompany you tonight and tell you a story about a talented woman!" Chen Xu smiled and lifted the quilt and sat on the bed.

"Is it a story of a talented woman above the Book of Heaven?" Shui Qingrou's eyes were bright in an instant.

As a priest and a former disciple of Liezi, he actually did not have much desire to have children. He just couldn't pass on his family line after marrying Chen Xu. However, Shui Qingrou believed in the identity of a disciple of Chen Xu's immortal family, because since he met Chen Xu, Chen Xu was not a normal person, and his actions could not be described in normal vocabulary, and could only be attributed to gods and immortals.

Therefore, including Yu Wuya, the two of them were naturally very interested in the heavenly books that Chen Xu obtained, and were also very fascinated by the various strange worlds that did not exist.

"Of course, madam, come up quickly, don't catch a cold!" Chen Xu took off his clothes and got into the quilt after a few seconds. Shui Qingrou took off her nightgown and blew out the candle. She wore a thin underwear and got into his arms. The two of them hugged each other.

"A poem that my husband said just now was actually written by the master in the story of the talented woman that I am going to tell today. This woman's surname is Li and her name is Qingzhao. She is a famous female poet from the Song Dynasty. She was born in a family of poetry and books since she was a child. She has collected thousands of books. Because she has been influenced by her since childhood and is extremely intelligent and talented, she was able to recite poems and write lyrics when she was still a girl. She was famous in the capital Bianliang. When she was thirteen, she wrote a popular poem and was praised as a talented woman by famous scholars in the capital..."

"Can you read this poem to me?" Shui Qingrou was fascinated by the sound of it.

"Of course, this is a small lyric. The lyrics are called Drunk Flowers. Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was blowing. I couldn't sleep without the residual wine. I asked the person who rolled the curtain, but I said that the crabapple was still there. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin..."

"It turns out that she is a talented woman. This poem is strange, but it sounds scattered and picturesque!" Shui Qingrou exclaimed softly.

"That's right, otherwise what's the talented woman? The song I read just now, Anxiang Yingxiu is also her work, but it's much more mature than this one!"

"The styles are different. When reading the two poems, they feel completely different. This one is full of pursuit and peace, while the previous one is full of misery and longing. Don't say that the soul is not lost. The curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. It seems that she is missing her lover..."

"You can read all this? Sure enough, you are also a talented woman, but you are much happier than her, and I am much happier than his husband. When Li Qingzhao grew up, she married Zhao Mingcheng, a famous scholar with the same literary talent. After the marriage, the family was quite poor, but they were very loving. Even though they lived a hard life, they recited poems, played the piano and wrote each other, and lived a life of a husband and wife singing. Unfortunately, for some reason, Li Qingzhao was also unable to have children. The couple had never had one.

He had descendants. Later, Zhao Mingcheng became an official and was involved in the court struggle and was persecuted by the prime minister. Li Qingzhao was also implicated because of his words criticizing current problems in his poetry exchanges with some famous scholars. He almost went to prison several times. Later, he and her husband left the capital and drifted all over the country. After middle age, a strong enemy attacked the State of Song. He was dissatisfied with the surrender faction in the country and wrote countless poems that angrily denounced the emperor and the court, but he was a woman after all, and he could not change anything..."

It was late at night, and the two hugged each other and were chatting, Chen Xu slowly told the story of a talented woman who had no children but was worried about the country and the people and finally lived in a foreign land and died alone. Shui Qingrou didn't know whether she was sympathetic or had feelings for her heart. Tears soaked Chen Xu's clothes.

"Compared with Li Qingzhao, Qingrou is really in a blessing. Now he has a husband who loves and pampers every day. Qingrou should not think about it!" In the darkness, Shui Qingrou hugged Chen Xu tightly and blamed herself softly.

"Haha, you can think of it. The Moral Sutra says: Which one is close to fame or body? Which one is more fame or goods? Which one is more fame or death? A lot of love will cost a lot, and a lot of hiding will lead to a lot of death. Therefore, contentment will not be humiliated, knowing to stop will not be in danger, and it can last for a long time. There is a way in the world, but horses will be driven to manure. There is no way in the world, and military horses will be born in the suburbs. No sin is greater than desire, no disaster is greater than not being satisfied, and no blame is greater than desire to obtain. Therefore, contentment is always enough..."

"I am a saint who has attained enlightenment. I left behind the moral scriptures to warn future generations with the word contentment. Therefore, contentment and happiness is the true meaning of life. You and I know each other. Now that we love each other, having children cannot change our beliefs. Compared with many families in the world where families are broken and their wives and their children are separated, what else can we be content and dissatisfied? I have been striving to reform the Qin Dynasty, just to make the Qin Dynasty not go on the old path of Song State and become the object of trampling by foreign races. I don't want my family, my children, and my friends to fall into the tragic ending of the talented girl Li Qingzhao!"

"My husband is a top-notch and magnificent man in the world. He will definitely be able to turn the tide and protect the Qin Dynasty. He will definitely be able to avoid the chaos of China being invaded and trampled by the barbarians around him. In just a few years, the Qin Dynasty has undergone earth-shaking changes. Pingxiang clan, Liu Bang, and the two heroes who caused chaos in the Qin Dynasty recorded in the Book of Heaven are now under control by their husbands. That tragic massacre will inevitably disappear..." Shui Qingru gently stroked Chen Xu's cheek and murmured softly.

"I still miss Xiang Yu, but I don't want to cross Jiangdong... I finally understand why she missed Xiang Yu so much. The Song Dynasty was in trouble with internal and external troubles. She hoped that a great hero would come out to save her homeland and save the country she loved. Even if this country ruined her family, she never hated her for more than half of it. A strange woman of the ages, I'm afraid I might as well..."

Turning his head and looking at the shadows of the moonlight and trees that were shading through the window, Chen Xu hugged the woman in his arms tightly and sighed in a low voice.

"Husband, is Xiang Yu mentioned by Li Qingzhao the little overlord Xiang Ji?"

"Maybe it is, it's just a hero's shadow in her heart. The night is quiet and the silver moon shines. I can't let down such beautiful scenery..." Chen Xu's hands slowly climbed up a pair of full mountains.

"Well, serve your husband gently and sleep well..." Although they were an old couple, Shui Qingrou was still extremely shy. A pair of soft and soft whites slowly untied Chen Xu's underwear. With the storm, the bed quickly shaking and trembling. At the same time, a soft sing with deep affection penetrated out of the window, spreading in the cool night as water.

In the yard outside the window, a osmanthus tree is quietly independent, and the sky is gradually raising the moon, emitting a cold moonlight.

The world was silent, and only a few lanterns were hanging under the eaves of the corridor, reflecting the corridor, and everything was silent. A beautiful woman wearing a robe in a marten fur stood at the corner of the corridor. Listening to the deep affectionate sounds from the room, she turned around and whispered to the two maids standing next to her: "The Marquis is sleeping in the eldest lady's room, let's go back!"
Chapter completed!