In the Northern Song Dynasty, he started by marrying the eighth daughter of the Su family.

After lunch, as Su Zhen had arranged, he continued reading in his study. But then he suddenly smelled the odor of burning paper, which struck him as odd. He stood up and went outside.

Because the study and bedroom were relatively close, he went out to the small courtyard of the study. After walking a few steps, he saw Su Zhen squatting in the courtyard of the bedroom, holding some Xuan paper in his hands and throwing it into the brazier. Xiao Hei was also sitting beside him, watching the brazier.

He was a little puzzled, so he stepped forward and called out softly, "Eighth Sister?"

Hearing the sound, Su Zhen turned around and saw Han Zhi walking forward with a puzzled look on his face. He asked, "What's wrong, my lord? Are you thirsty?"

Han Zhi shook his head and asked, "What is Eighth Sister doing?"

"I'm burning something," Su Zhen said, turning around and throwing a few sheets of Xuan paper into the brazier.

Han Zhi then squatted down beside Su Zhen, reached out and gently pulled one of the cards from her hand, and looked at its contents:

"The moon sets, the courtyard is empty and desolate; where has the fragrant soul gone, its dream shattered? A slender shadow accompanies the lonely lamp; tears fall silently on my blue robe. So sad, so sad, the flowers fall silently as spring draws to a close."

Who recognizes her jade-like bones and icy skin? A solitary orchid in a secluded valley weeps alone. Her heart's secrets are entrusted to the zither, but the strings are broken, and no kindred spirit can be found. Sorrow accumulates, sorrow accumulates, until her youthful beauty withers and turns to dust.

"What is this?" Han Zhi asked.

Su Zhen took the poem from Han Zhi's hand and gently placed it in the fire, saying, "This is a poem I wrote."

"These were all written by me this morning after I got up. They are just some pretentious things inspired by a dream and are of no great use. Burning them is fine, and it will be better to have some peace and quiet."

After placing the manuscript in her hands into the brazier, she picked up the scroll that had been placed at Xiao Hei's feet. She reopened it, glanced at the long poem on it, and then put it into the fire as well.

Han Zhi suddenly seemed to realize something, and pointed at the brazier, asking, "This...could it all be..."

"They're all manuscripts, what's wrong?" Su Zhen asked, puzzled.

"No, no, these couldn't all have been written this morning, could they?" Han Zhi asked incredulously.

Su Zhen nodded and said, "My lord has read my poems before. When have I ever written such pretentious lyrics? They were written today to ease my mind. I might as well burn them and find some peace."

"These words were all born from a dream, and are ultimately a kind of inner demon. Dreams are like viewing the moon in water; if you don't look up, it's all in vain. Rather than getting caught up in the meaning of the dream, it's better to burn them and let them go with the dream."

At this moment, Han Zhi thought of someone, and then he actually smiled and said, "Ba Niang's actions remind me of a younger sister! Ba Niang burning her poems and that younger sister burying flowers are quite similar."

However, Su Zhen grasped the key word – “younger sister”?

"Whose sister is she? And where did you meet her, sir? Is she someone who admires you?"

Han Zhi waved his hand and said, "That's not a person! It's just a character in someone's storybook. I had the pleasure of reading it before, and that's how I felt. Besides, my Eighth Madam is generous and magnanimous, unlike that character, who is somewhat sentimental."

Su Zhen frowned slightly, then said, "What's wrong? Does my husband prefer a sentimental younger sister and not someone as straightforward as me?"

Han Zhi was taken aback, then came to his senses: "Eighth Sister, you've tricked me again!"

He tried to stand up and grab Su Zhen, but she beat him to it, stood up, and ran away. But Han Zhiyi immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Oh dear!" Su Zhen couldn't break free, so he quickly said, "My lord hasn't finished his homework yet, it's not time to go study!"

"What if I don't go!"

"If my lord doesn't come, I'll be angry!" Su Zhen deliberately puffed out her cheeks, but then she felt herself being picked up.

"My lord, this..."

Han Zhi grinned mischievously and said, "Of course, we'll go to the study."

"No! I won't go to the study! My lord, please put me down..."

.......

That evening, when Han Zhi returned after taking a shower, he saw Su Zhen sitting on the edge of the bed with a charcoal brazier at her feet and the Rubik's Cube she had prepared that day in her hand, twisting and turning it.

Han Zhi sat down beside her, and she naturally noticed him, saying, "My lord, what is this thing? It's so cleverly designed. I can't figure it out for the time being."

"This thing is called a Rubik's Cube. It's quite simple to play; you just need to match all six sides with the same color."

Han Zhi took the Rubik's Cube from Su Zhen's hand, examined each face, and then began to work on it. Su Zhen watched as Han Zhi's fingers moved nimbly, sometimes shifting the cube, sometimes turning it.

A short while later, the Rubik's Cube was solved. Su Zhen looked on in astonishment and said, "How amazing! This is how the Rubik's Cube is used."

Su Zhen looked the square "box" up and down and said, "My lord, please teach me quickly, I would like to try it too."

"Okay."

Han Zhi then casually manipulated the Rubik's Cube, scrambling it, and handed it to Su Zhen. Su Zhen followed Han Zhi's example, examining the Rubik's Cube from top to bottom before starting to turn it.

Su Zhen tried to turn the Rubik's Cube according to Han Zhi's method from her memory, but the Rubik's Cube was not as obedient as it was in Han Zhi's hands. The more she turned it, the more chaotic it became, and the color blocks that were originally relatively neat became even more disordered.

Su Zhen frowned slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on her delicate nose. She bit her lower lip, stubbornly continuing to try various combinations. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't restore any side to the same color.

Han Zhi watched quietly from the side, a faint smile on his lips. Occasionally, he would reach out to offer some guidance, but Su Zhen stubbornly avoided him. He tried to speak, but Su Zhen shook her head and said:

"I will not listen!"

However, as time went on, Su Zhen became increasingly discouraged. She finally stopped, let out a long sigh, hummed softly, and muttered, "This Rubik's Cube looks simple, so why is it so difficult to solve?"

As she spoke, she put the Rubik's Cube aside, leaned into Han Zhi's arms, and pouted slightly: "I'd better not play with this thing anymore, my lord, please don't laugh at me."

Han Zhi gently hugged her and said affectionately, "It's alright. This Rubik's Cube is not easy to play. If you don't want to play it, then don't."

"This thing is quite boring. Instead of studying it, we should save our energy and have a baby for you."

Han Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled, "But if you just talk about it, where does the doll come from?"

Su Zhen reached out and rubbed her slender waist, saying, "This afternoon, that table was quite hard, it hurt me so much, and my back is a bit uncomfortable."

"Shall I rub it for Eighth Sister?"

Han Zhi gently reached out to Su Zhen's waist, his breath brushing against her face, causing her cheeks to flush.

"Then let it be, sir..."

Su Zhen was pulled entirely into Han Zhi's arms, without a doubt—

I'll probably have to soak my feet again tomorrow.