Song Wenjing sat down in the spot where she had just been sitting, and picked up the brocade pouch and rubbed it a couple of times.
He drank the hot tea before putting down the brocade pouch.
“Xiao Wu will be sent to the family temple for confinement tomorrow to pray for his child. He will not be able to return until New Year’s Eve.”
Rong Shu was stunned upon hearing this, and it took her several breaths to realize what Song Wenjing meant.
It wasn’t that his words were hard to understand, but rather that this was a complete surprise to her.
In the previous life, the five families were in great turmoil, and Song Wenping lost two children in one day, so he was not punished.
In this life, only Aunt Huo’s child was lost, and that afternoon she heard that Song Wenping had been punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall.
She thought this was punishment, after all, Master Song doted on his youngest son.
I never expected they would be sent to the family temple. There’s still more than a month until Lunar New Year’s Eve, this punishment is extremely severe.
Seeing her lost in thought, Song Wenjing felt that lingering sadness well up inside him again.
He said in a deep voice, “He is already over the age of 18, yet he is still so unsteady, disrespectful to his elder brother and sister-in-law, and unrepentant. Father will naturally not let him continue like this.”
Rong Shu thought for a moment and finally understood.
It’s likely that Song Wenping said something that angered Song Wenjing, which is why Master Song punished him so severely.
After all, Song Wenjing was the son on whom Master Song placed the most hope, and Master Song would listen to whatever he said.
After all, it was she who was injured, and hearing that Song Wenping had been punished made her feel much relieved.
It’s just so strange; after being married for so long, this seems to be the first time Song Wenjing has taken the initiative to talk to her so much…
She lowered her eyelids, turned around and poured herself a cup of tea, using this action to hide her embarrassment and deliberately avoid looking at him.
“Okay, I understand.”
Song Wenjing didn’t notice her discomfort. This was always how they were when they were together; they didn’t talk much.
After a long while, Rong Shu finished her cup of tea and turned to ask him, “Is Third Master ready to rest?”
Looking at her still slightly pale face under the lamp, Song Wenjing’s hand on the coffee table twitched slightly.
“Are you all ready?”
A blush suddenly rose to Rong Shu’s face.
He did that last night, does he still want that today?
Although she had slept for a long time in the afternoon, Rong Shu’s heart sank when she thought about how exhausted she was last night.
However, when I think about the children, I feel that it’s okay to just bear with it.
She said softly, “That’s enough.”
Song Wenjing nodded and got up to go to the washroom.
Rong Shu took off her cotton cloak, made the bed, and then sat on the edge of the bed to wait.
She mentally counted the days her mother-in-law had told her before.
Let’s count again to see when the next little day is.
When Song Wenjing came over wearing her undergarments, she saw her counting on her fingers, seemingly trying to count something.
She looked like a rare young lady with a touch of innocence.
As he approached, Rong Shu hurriedly got up and climbed onto the bed.
Whenever Song Wenjing went to the academy, he would sleep on the outer side because he got up earlier than her.
She lay there stiffly, her mind replaying her initiative from the previous night.
A day later, her heart pounded wildly whenever she thought about her audacity.
A thick mattress was laid on the bed. After Song Wenjing sat down on the bed, Rong Shu felt the bedside sink a little.
She was wondering if she should take the initiative tonight as well.
After all, in the past, this kind of thing happened between the two of them three times a month, almost like it was a fixed occurrence.
The incense burned for so long last night, and Song Wenjing didn’t utter a sound.
If she hadn’t taken the initiative, she probably would have just gotten through it.
But tonight he was the one who asked her if she had finished washing up, so he must have had that intention, right?
Rong Shu hoped he could take the initiative.
She was, after all, a woman. One act of taking the initiative resulted in a whole day of embarrassment, and she seemed to lack the courage to do it again.
She waited for Song Wenjing to lie down, but after he sat down, he got up and went to the outer room.
Rong Shu thought he didn’t want to anymore, after all, there had been times before when Song Wenjing stayed in the mansion but spent the night in the study.
A moment later, he came back, carrying a small porcelain jar in his hand.
He climbed back onto the bed, opened the porcelain jar, and a pleasant fragrance of ointment filled the tent.
Rong Shu didn’t know what he was going to do, but smelling the medicine, she subconsciously sat up and asked, “Are you injured?”
As she got up, Song Wenjing reached out and grabbed the strap of her nightgown.
With a gentle pull, her clothes opened wide, revealing a light green undergarment underneath.
Rong Shu felt a chill on her chest and was about to reach out to pull her clothes up when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.
Before she could even process her thoughts, Song Wenjing had already scooped out some ointment with his finger and applied it to her scalded and reddened skin.
The cool sensation seeped into her skin, and the feeling of his fingers caressing her made her involuntarily flinch.
Because of her slight movement, Song Wenjing paused slightly in his hand movements.
He tightened his grip on her waist, and looking at her pitiful appearance, his voice became a little hoarse.
“Don’t move.”
Rong Shu stiffened, but dared not look at him, turning her face to look at the brocade quilt embroidered with twin lotus flowers.
It turned out he had taken the ointment to apply medicine to her.
And pulling on her clothes wasn’t to do *that*.
The sensation of being rubbed on the shoulder was hard to ignore.
Even though they’ve been married for a long time and have done many intimate things, this level of close intimacy is truly a first for them.
Rong Shu felt her heart pounding wildly.
She recalled that before her marriage, she had fantasized about sleeping in each other’s arms on a winter’s bed with Song Wenjing, like a loving couple, whispering to each other.
But in both lifetimes, it has never happened, and the days we even slept in the same bed were actually quite few.
A year after their marriage in their previous life, he went to the capital, and they never saw each other again until her death.
In the year following his marriage, he frequently visited the academy.
Thinking about it, we really didn’t spend much time together.
But what’s going on tonight?
They even used ointment to apply it to her wound…
Her nose felt slightly sore, and her eyes immediately reddened.
Song Wenjing kept a close eye on her reaction.
It was his first time applying medicine to someone, and Rong Shu’s skin was so delicate that the palm-sized burn on her smooth skin was truly shocking. He was worried that applying too much pressure would cause her pain.
Seeing that her eyes were red, he thought he had hurt her by using too much force, so he stopped what he was doing.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
Rong Shu gripped her clothes tightly with her fingers, suppressing the bitterness in her heart before saying, “No.”
Song Wenjing thought she was just embarrassed to say it, so he loosened his grip a little.
But this made Rong Shu feel even more unwell.
The sensation of such a delicate touch, like a feather brushing against her skin, combined with the occasional brush of the thin calluses on his hands from years of holding a pen, made her feel even more uncomfortable.
But somehow, his movements became increasingly slow and deliberate…
After a moment, she finally couldn’t hold back any longer and asked him, “Third Master, are you done yet?”