On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

After thinking about it, Lin Zhen felt that he had no interest.

Girls in ancient times were shy and would blush if someone said something ambiguous.

She's nothing like the princesses in KTV who can't wait to put their thighs on your face.

Speaking of the princess, I haven't seen Chu Xiling for a while, and I don't know what this girl is doing.

The older one has been touching the younger one all night, so he has to take care of the younger one. Besides, Ling'er is working hard for the world revolution every day.

Lin Zhen was leaning on the carved wooden couch, his dark shirt loosely opened at the collar, revealing half of his well-muscled chest.

His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the exquisite dragon pattern on the bedpost, and all kinds of strange thoughts flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

"Mushuyue, come and help me put on my clothes."

He opened his voice lazily, and the ending tone was long and drawn out, with a sense of nonchalant seduction.

The sound echoed in the empty bedroom, startling two sparrows perched on the beam, which flapped their wings and flew out of the window.

Soon, the sound of footsteps could be heard outside the carved door, as cautious as spring silkworms eating leaves.

In just a moment, Musk Moon stepped over the threshold with her pink and white skirt lifted up, and the silver hairpin in her hair swayed slightly with her movements, making a tiny sound.

The girl's cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she had secretly drunk peach wine. Her drooping eyebrows were like a frightened deer, and she was too timid to look at the person on the couch.

She took light lotus steps, lowered her eyes, and took out a neatly folded moon-white brocade robe from the sandalwood wardrobe. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she gently placed the clothes on the edge of the bed, then knelt on her knees, spreading her skirt on the blue bricks.

Lin Zhen curled his lips into a smile, deliberately stretched his long legs forward, and his black boots embroidered with gold cloud patterns stopped in front of Musk Moon.

Musk Moon's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. She reached out to hold the boot shaft, put it on him gently, and carefully tied the boot laces.

When she stood up, she inadvertently met Lin Zhen's half-smile. Her heart skipped a beat, and she staggered in panic and almost fell to the ground.

Lin Zhen looked at her flustered appearance, and the smile in his eyes became even wider.

In the past, he always teased this girl, but today he held back and just watched Musk Moon tormented between anticipation and anxiety.

Seeing her put the last outer robe on her shoulders, Lin Zhen suddenly sighed: "Musk Moon is still the best."

These words made Musk Moon's body stiffen, her heart filled with joy yet mixed with uneasiness.

She bit her lip as she straightened Lin Zhen's collar. She caught a glimpse of his collarbone faintly visible on his chest. Her face flushed and the tips of her ears became so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

Just as I was lost in thought, my waist suddenly felt tight and I fell into a warm embrace.

Lin Zhen's warm breath sprayed on her ears, and his voice was low and seductive: "Musel Moon, this prince saw that your collar was wide open when you bent over. It seems that there is a weapon hidden inside that is harmful to His Majesty. Come here and let this prince examine it carefully."

"Ah! No!!" Musk Moon screamed, clutching her collar tightly with both hands, and struggled from his arms like a frightened rabbit.

When she turned around, her skirt swept across the ground with light and shadow, and in her panic she knocked over the celadon teacup on the table. With a crisp "click", the tea flowed into a stream on the green bricks.

She didn't even bother to pack up and stumbled away, leaving Lin Zhen looking at her fleeing back, laughing so hard that he fell backwards.

Musk Moon stumbled out of the bedroom and hid behind the vermilion lacquered pillar at the corner, her chest heaving violently.

She reached out and pressed her hot cheek, her fingertips touching the thin layer of sweat on her earlobe. Thinking of the feeling of Lin Zhen's warm breath brushing against her ear, her fingertips unconsciously tightened the handkerchief.

She heard the sound of porcelain fragments being swept up in the hall, and she realized that she had knocked over the teacup in her panic. She bit her lip, and finally walked back, holding up her skirt.

When he pushed open the door, Lin Zhen actually bent down to pick up the debris on the ground. The cuffs of his moon-white brocade robe were stained with tea, leaving deep marks on the fabric.

Musk Moon's heart tightened, and she knelt down hurriedly to take the broom from his hand: "Master, leave it there, and let this servant do it!"

Her fingertips touched the thin calluses on his palm, and she suddenly retracted her hand as if being scratched by a guitar string.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen chuckled and deliberately pushed the broken porcelain pieces into her basket: "So Musk Moon not only knows how to hide, but also knows how to feel sorry for people?"

These words made the girl's already red cheeks even more red. She lowered her head and stared at the ants in the cracks of the blue bricks. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito: "My Lord, please forgive me...I...I can do the work."

Although she said this, she was cursing the palace maids standing guard outside in her heart.

They heard the noise but didn't come in to help, and actually let the prince do it himself. If His Majesty sees this, you will be in trouble!

After cleaning up, Lin Zhen patted her head, causing Musk Moon to jump up like a little animal whose tail was stepped on.

He laughed and turned away. The wind from his clothes brushed past her nose, leaving behind a faint scent of agarwood.

Lin Zhen asked Hou Chun to deliver the imperial edict authorizing the dispatch of troops to Northern Yan directly back to the palace and hand it over to Lin Zhenxian.

He himself came to the former Gu Mansion.

The academy has been officially opened, but has not yet enrolled students. However, many wealthy businessmen have secretly told Lin Zhen that they will spend any amount of money to get their children into the academy.

Some officials also said that they needed further studies and their children needed to go to school, but their families had no money and hoped that Lin Zhen could be flexible.

This won't do. Lin Zhen is planning to put a lot of effort into this academy and he must not accept just any student.

This matter needs to be discussed carefully with Chu Xiling.

But who would have known that when Lin Zhen came here in the morning, he had already heard Chu Xiling's lecture from a separate courtyard.

When did you recruit these students?

Lin Zhen was a little curious, so he crouched down and moved to the window. He gently poked a hole in the window paper with his index finger and squinted his eyes to look inside.

The sunlight passed through the window lattice, casting a soft light on Chu Xiling.

She was wearing a light blue skirt with flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the hem. As she turned around to write on the blackboard, the skirt swayed gently, and the white jade tassels at her waist tinkled.

Her long black hair was loosely tied into a bun, with a few strands of hair hanging on her fair neck, adding a touch of softness.

"Class, today we are going to learn addition. If there are two apples and three more apples, how many apples are there in total?"

Chu Xiling held a bamboo teaching stick in her hand, her voice was as clear as a silver bell, and there was a smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

On the blackboard behind her, Arabic numerals were neatly arranged, shining slightly in the sunlight.

"I know! Five!" The chubby little boy in the front row stood up, his chubby little hands raised high, his round face flushed red, and beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.

Chu Xiling's eyebrows curved, and she tapped the blackboard with her pointer: "Excellent! Then let's express it with numbers. Two plus three equals five."

When she picked up the pen to write, her wrist turned like flowing water, and her handwriting was neat and beautiful.

Chalk dust fell on her cuffs like a layer of moonlight.

The classroom suddenly became lively, and the children rushed to raise their hands. The voices of "I can" and "I can too" echoed in the classroom.

The little girl with pigtails in the corner stamped her feet anxiously: "Sir, I can do it too! I can do even harder ones!"

Chu Xiling walked over quickly, half-knelt beside her, listened to her answer patiently, then took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the sweat from the tip of the child's nose.

The faint scent of jasmine on her body mixed with the milk scent of her child permeated the air.

Lin Zhen was mesmerized by the sight. He never expected that the noisy Chu Xiling in the past would be so gentle and quiet at this moment.

He pushed the door open for some unknown reason, and the wooden door creaked.

Chu Xiling turned around and saw Lin Zhen leaning against the door frame, a rogue smile on his face, his eyes fixed on her.

Her cheeks flushed, and she cleared her throat and said, "That's all for this morning's class. Let's take a break."

The children rushed out of the classroom laughing and the sound of chasing and playing soon filled the corridor.

After the children ran away laughing, Chu Xiling crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, "Is Master Lin acting like a peeping Tom?"

Lin Zhen sauntered over and reached out to hook the white jade hairpin in her hair. "I was just dazzled by Mr. Chu's elegance. I didn't expect Ling'er to be such a capable teacher."

He leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her red earlobe: "I wonder if you have time to teach me, sir?"