Fu Ermei seemed to be in a very good mood, and was very obedient and gentle to Guo Shao, even more so than before. Guo Shao guessed that she had met Dong Sanmei, and got the answer she wanted from her: Guo Shao did not go home last night because she went to Li Chuyun's mansion alone with her guards.
Guo Shao had dinner and showered and changed his clothes. In winter, the days are short and the nights are long. The night falls early. Once night falls, it is extremely cold outside, at least below zero. In this kind of weather, of course, it is mildest in bed. He basically did not sleep last night. He took a nap in the Dianqian Office at noon, so he went to bed early.
The second sister used all her tenderness to please him. Guo Shao's feelings were indeed a bit complicated. He knew why he could enjoy such treatment tonight.
The candles on the lamp stand in the room were blown out, leaving only one oil lamp with a soft, dim orange-yellow light. The finest smokeless charcoal burned in the copper basin beside the bed was red, and the cracks between the charcoal textures looked like magma, quietly baking the air in the room. Fu Ermei was agile, kneeling on the bed, reaching out to lower the bedspread, and then crawling into the bed with a shy smile. Her jade-white cheeks reflected a layer of yellow light from the lamp, and she was slightly flushed, and with her red lips, although the light was not clear, she looked very beautiful and vivid.
My dear, your heart is beating so strong. She leaned on Guo Shao's chest, her voice was very soft and a little playful, which made Guo Shao feel very relaxed and happy.
Guo Shao kissed her on the forehead and moved downwards. Her curved eyes closed gently, but he could still feel her gentle smile.
Fu Ermei's body gradually became softer and softer. She hugged Guo Shao, and gently stroked his chest muscles with her slender fingertips like peeled onions, and said softly: I seem to feel your heart rolling and your strength surging in your body, but you are so cautious, as if you want to carefully see every inch of my body before you are satisfied.
After hearing this, Guo Shao felt that Fu Ermei was actually very thoughtful and could easily see through his feelings. But his turmoil was not just due to the desire at the moment.
If your husband likes the lady from the Li family, find a chance to take her in. Fu Ermei said softly, it doesn't matter, as long as you are happy.
Guo Shao thought: Fu Ermei had obviously asked Dong Sanniang, and Dong Sanniang told her that A Lang went to Li Chuyun's mansion, so she thought of Li Niangzi. Well, I like Ermei more. Guo Shao answered softly and continued to serve Fu Ermei. She bit her red lips and her breathing gradually became heavy.
Guo Shao went out early in the morning before it was even light. When he left, Fu Ermei was still sleeping, because she hadn't slept for a long time. Although she was very slow last night, she was addicted for a very long time. And he seemed to be very attentive, always able to find out what Fu Ermei was looking forward to, and she was already exhausted before falling asleep.
She lay in bed for a long time before she got up reluctantly, feeling embarrassed to sleep until noon.
Just after breakfast, Fu Ermei suddenly felt that the light was slightly dim. When she turned around, she saw Guo Shao's tall figure blocking the door. He calmly took off his helmet and walked in. Fu Ermei was delighted and got up and ran over. Why are you back
Suddenly Fu Ermei's hands felt warm, and the soft silk in her sleeves was held by Guo Shao's rough but warm hands. His voice was still gentle: I went to the yamen this morning to ask for three days of leave, and let Li Chuyun take charge of the daily affairs of the Dianqian Division.
Why did Fu Ermei look at his face, that bronze face tanned by the sun, and his sincere and bright eyes, which easily reminded Ermei of the sun
Guo Shaodao: The Jinzhou Campaign is over, I want to rest for a few days.
He smiled, reached out and touched Fu Ermei's face: Help me take off the leather armor.
Fu Ermei happily helped him take off his armor and change his clothes. She untied the straps of the hard leather armor behind his back. She couldn't help but press her chest against Guo Shao's back and whispered: My husband smells like sunshine.
Guo Shao turned around and said with a smile: Silly, does the sun have a smell
The two chatted for a while, and Fu Ermei remembered that she wanted to teach him how to write.
She ground the ink quickly, thought for a while, picked up the brush and wrote a line of words: Looking back suddenly, that person is at the end of the street where the lights are dim. Guo Shao lifted his sleeves, took the brush handed over by Fu Ermei, and copied it. He wrote very seriously, but the words on the paper were ugly, not like someone who was very skilled in using a brush. Fu Ermei couldn't help but covered her mouth and burst out laughing, and Guo Shao touched the back of his head awkwardly. She sighed, then stretched out her hand like peeling an onion to hold Guo Shao's hand and taught him step by step.
He studied very seriously, sitting straight at the desk, looking tense all over.
Relax. Fu Ermei patted the back of his hand and smiled softly.
Guo Shao nodded, mumbling to himself as if he was silently reciting the techniques she had taught him, such as holding the pen and writing. Fu Ermei sat behind him, holding his hand as she wrote, and said briskly: "Do you know how it feels to be led by you on horseback to shoot arrows?"
I see. It seems that I am completely controlled by you and I can only write satisfactory words by relying on you. Guo Shaodao.
Fu Ermei said casually: I always feel that my husband doesn't seem to be from our place. How should I put it? At first glance, he seems to be an ordinary person, but if you get closer to you, you will find that you are a little out of place. For example, why can you write such a poem when you can't even hold the brush properly
Guo Shaodao: I told you, I didn't write it. There was a great hermit in my hometown. I memorized a few poems at random. I couldn't remember some parts clearly, so I filled in the blanks according to the meaning, so they often don't meet the rules.
Fu Ermei smiled and said: “No, if you can’t even hold a pen properly, it’s impossible for you to know so many words. I saw that there were apricot leaves stuck in several books on the bookshelf. Every time I came back, the position of the leaves was different. You were reading those books.
Guo Shao said nothing.
Fu Ermei said thoughtfully: "Yulian seems to be unable to recognize a few words. Yang Yue'e would not be interested in books like Records of the Grand Historian, Spring and Autumn Annals, Gongyang Zhuan, Sun Tzu, Wu Zi, Sima Fa, Six Strategies, Wei Liao Zi, and Three Strategies. Is Yang Yue'e going to be a female general?"
Judging from the way your husband writes, even a child who has finished elementary school is better than you. Logically speaking, let alone understanding those books, I'm afraid he can't recognize 90% of the characters.
Guo Shaodao: I actually came here a thousand years later. At that time, people did not use brushes, but hard pens. Even when they grew up, they rarely used pens. They just used a kind of machine to type. So that's how it was.
It sounds so magical. Fu Ermei said with a smile, then she remembered something and said in a soft voice, I just want to understand my husband, understand your heart, and I want to get into your heart.
I know. Guo Shaodao, if you don't believe what I just said, just think that I learned to read and write by myself.
Fu Ermei looked at him dimly: What you said is true
Guo Shao nodded.
Fu Ermei was confused and sat there in a daze. When she finally came to her senses, she saw Guo Shao still sitting at the table writing. She looked at him with a dazed look and felt that Guo Shao was indeed very different. All the men in the Fu family were military generals. There were far more warriors than literati in and outside the palace. Fu Ermei had seen quite a few of them. But Guo Shao was different from all the warriors. She remembered that when he took her on horseback archery, he was very brave, with terrifying strength and fast movements. But he was usually very careful and self-disciplined. When he sat, his body was straight and upright, but he was restrained, as if he was wholeheartedly following some rules. ..
Come and see. Guo Shao pulled Fu Ermei.
Fu Ermei took a look and said, "My husband doesn't like writing, so he won't write. You don't have to put up with me."
Guo Shaodao: The weather is quite cold. Let me think about it and write another good poem for you.
Fu Ermei shook her head: "You are not a civil servant. I also found that you have no interest in books of poetry and songs, but only in history and military affairs. Do whatever you like, don't worry about me. In fact, I want to see you do what you are interested in and stay by your side, so that I can know how you used to live and understand you."
After hearing this, Guo Shao put down his brush, went into the house, took out a fur cloak, and wrapped it around Fu Ermei without saying anything: "Today is a good day for me to practice archery. I have not practiced for three days and my hands are not sharp. Ermei, come with me."
Yes. Fu Ermei nodded and stood up with great interest.
Fu Ermei followed him into a room next to the living room. Inside, there was a wooden rack with a frightening full-body armor hanging on it, as if a murderous person was standing there, and all kinds of weapons were placed around. Guo Shao quickly took out two bows and quivers, and pulled Fu Ermei out.
The garden was not very big. A large area was occupied by the lake. There were many trees and flowers on both sides. There was no open space. However, Guo Shao quickly took out the target from a small house beside a relatively straight stone path. He placed the target a hundred steps away, put a carrot on the target, and shot an arrow upside down through the target.
Fu Ermei held up her hands and blew a breath of white air into them, looking at the radish in the distance and said: "It's so far away and so small, how can my husband shoot it?"
I became famous for killing Zhang Yuanhui with one arrow in the battlefield, and it's not for nothing. Guo Shao said calmly. He raised his head and took a deep breath, muttering: Very good, there is not even a trace of wind.
After saying that, he drew his bow and arrow. Fu Ermei watched his movements with a smile. She felt that he was exerting strength all over his body and a sense of power came over her.
The bowstring snapped, and Fu Ermei was slightly startled. She blinked her eyes and looked over to see that the radish was intact, but the arrow was nowhere to be found. She turned to look at Guo Shao in confusion, only to see that Guo Shao looked embarrassed: He actually didn't hit the arrow. How could he have missed so many arrows
Fu Ermei hurriedly said: My husband, you don’t have to go to the front of the battle to shoot arrows now, it’s okay.
But she found that her consolation was useless. Guo Shao's face became very ugly, and he was a little flustered. Fu Ermei looked at him silently and said nothing.