Fu Ermei looked in a very good mood and treated Guo Shao as docile and gentle as water, even more so than before. Guo Shao guessed that she had met Dong Sanmei and got the answer she wanted from her third sister: Guo Shao didn't go home last night because he took the guard to Li Chuyun's mansion alone.

Guo Shao had supper and took a shower and changed his clothes. The winter was short and the night was long, and the night was opened early. At night, it was extremely cold outside, at least below zero. This weather was of course the gentlest in the quilt. He basically didn't sleep last night, and took a nap at the office of the front office of the Palace Front Office for a while, so he went to bed early.

The second sister used all her gentleness to please him. Guo Shao's feelings are indeed a bit complicated now. He knows why he can enjoy such treatment tonight.

Several candles on the lamp stand in the room were blown out, and the oil lamp was left with a soft and dim orange-yellow light. The firewood was burned in the copper basin beside the bed, and the smokeless charcoal was red. The texture of the charcoal was cracked like magma, quietly baking the air in the room. Fu Ermei was clever and knelt on the bed and reached down to put the curtains on the bed, and then crawled into the quilt with a shy smile. On her white cheeks, there was a layer of goose yellow luster of light, slightly turbulent. With her vermilion lips, the light looked very beautiful and vivid.

"Husband, your heart is so strong." She took the initiative to lean on Guo Shao's chest, and her voice was light and playful tone, and she called Guo Shao very relaxed and wonderful.

Guo Shao kissed her on the forehead, and when she moved down, her curved eyes closed gently, but she could still feel her gentle smile.

Fu Ermei's body gradually became softer and softer. She hugged Guo Shao, her slender fingertips gently stroked his chest muscles, and said softly: "I seem to feel your heart rolling and your strength surging on your body, but you are so light, careful... It seems that you have to look carefully at every inch of my body before you can be content."

After hearing this, Guo Shao felt that Fu Ermei was actually very meticulous, and he could see through his feelings easily. But his surging was not just the desires of the time.

"If you like the wife of the Li family, find a chance to bring her in." Fu Ermei said softly again, "It doesn't matter, as long as you are happy."

Guo Shao thought to himself: Fu Ermei obviously asked from Dong Sanniang. Dong Sanniang told her that Alang had gone to Li Chuyun's mansion, and she would think of Madam Li. "Well... I like Second Sister more." Guo Shao answered softly and continued to serve Fu Ermei. She bit her red lips and her breathing gradually became heavier.

...

Before dawn, Guo Shao went out early in the morning. When he left, Fu Ermei was still sleeping because she hadn't slept for a while. Although she was very slow last night, she was addicted for a long time. Moreover, he seemed to be very attentive and could always find Fu Ermei's expectations. She was already exhausted before going to bed.

She was lazy in bed for a long time before she reluctantly got up slowly and felt embarrassed to sleep until noon.

Just after breakfast, Fu Ermei suddenly felt that the light had dimmed slightly. When she turned to look, Guo Shao's tall figure blocked the door. He calmly took off his helmet and walked in. "Husband..." Fu Ermei was happy and got up and ran over, "Why are you back?"

Suddenly, Fu Ermei's hand warmed up, and the soft eagle in her sleeve was held by Guo Shao's rough but warm hand. His voice was still very gentle: "I went to the government office for three days in the morning to take leave, and let Li Chuyun preside over the daily affairs of the Palace Front Office."

"Why?" Fu Ermei looked at his face. The bronzed face was sunburned by the sun, and her sincere and bright eyes easily made her think of the sun.

Guo Shao said: "The Battle of Jinzhou is over, I want to take a break for a few days."

He smiled, reached out and touched Fu Ermei's face: "Here help me take off the leather armor."

Fu Ermei served him happily to remove his armor and change his clothes, unbuttoning the straps with hard armor behind her back. She couldn't help but hold her chest against Guo Shao's back and whisper: "My husband smells of sunshine."

Guo Shao turned around and smiled, "Silly, does the sun smell?"

The two chatted for a while, and Fu Ermei remembered and wanted to teach him to write.

...She grinded the ink lightly, thought for a while, and picked up the pen to write a line of words: When she looked back, the man was in the dim light. Guo Shao lifted his sleeves, reached out to take the brush handed over by Fu Ermei, and copied it. He wrote very seriously, but the words on the paper were ugly, and he didn't look like a person who was very skilled in using a brush. Fu Ermei couldn't help but cover her mouth and laughed out loud. Guo Shao touched the back of her head awkwardly. She sighed, and then stretched out her hand like a scalloped onion to hold Guo Shao's hand, and taught him step by step.

He learned very seriously, sat straight in front of the table, looking very nervous.

"Relax." Fu Ermei patted the back of his hand and laughed softly.

Guo Shao nodded, and said lying as if he was silently reciting the skills she taught such as holding and putting pens. Fu Ermei sat behind him, holding his handwriting while saying briskly: "Do you know what it feels like to shoot an arrow when you are taking me on the horse?"

"I understand, it seems that you are completely controlled by you, and you can only write satisfactory words." Guo Shao said.

Fu Ermei said casually: "I always think that my husband is not from ours... How to say it, at first glance, if a person is close to you, you will find that you are a little out of place. For example, why can't you even hold a brush well, but you can write such words?"

Guo Shao said: "I told you that it was not written by me. In the past, there was a master hermit in my hometown. I recited a few casually. I couldn't remember some parts clearly, so I filled them according to my own meaning, so I often didn't meet the rules."

Fu Ermei smiled and said, "No, if you can't even hold the pen well, you can't recognize so many words! I read several books on the bookshelf with apricot leaves in them. Every time I come back, the leaves are different. You are reading those books."

Guo Shao didn't say anything.

Fu Ermei said thoughtfully again: "Yu Lian can't recognize a few words. Yang Yue'e... She is not interested in books such as "Records of the Grand Historian", "The Legend of Gongyang", "The Grandson", "Wu Zi", "Sima Fa", "Six Strategies", "Wei Liaozi", and "Three Labels". Should Yang Yue'e be a female general?

As your husband writes, even children who have finished elementary school are better than you. Not to mention understanding those books, I am afraid that 90% of them can’t recognize all the words.”

Guo Shao said: "I actually came a thousand years later. At that time, people used brushes from time to time, but hard pens. They even rarely used pens when they grew up, and they directly used a mechanism to type. So that's it."

"It sounds so amazing." Fu Ermei said with a smile, then remembered something again, and said in a soft voice, "I just want to know my husband, your heart... I want to get into your heart."

"I know." Guo Shao said, "If you don't believe what you said just now, you will understand if you think I'm learning to learn to read and read."

Fu Ermei looked at him with gust: "Are you saying true?"

Guo Shao nodded.

Fu Ermei sat next to her for a while and was stunned. When she finally came to her senses, she saw Guo Shao sitting upright at the table writing. She looked at him with a confused look, and she really felt that Guo Shao was very different. The men in the Fu family were all military generals, and there were many martial artists inside and outside the palace than literati. Fu Ermei had seen many. But Guo Shao was different from all martial artists. I remember that he was very brave when he took him to ride a horse and shoot archery, with a frightening strength and quick movements. But he was usually very careful and self-disciplined. He sat upright and straight, but he was restrained, as if he was observing certain rules with all his heart.

"Come on, come and see." Guo Shao pulled Fu Ermei.

Fu Ermei glanced at it and said, "Husband doesn't like writing, so I won't write anymore. You don't have to put it in my hands."

Guo Shao said: "The weather is quite cold, so I will think about it and copy another good word for you."

Fu Ermei shook her head: "You are not a civil servant, and I also found that you are not interested in poetry, songs and books. You are only interested in history and military affairs. Do whatever you like, don't care about me... Actually, I want to see you do things you are interested in and stay by your side, so that I can know how you lived in the past and understand you."

After hearing this, Guo Shao put down his brush, went into the house and took a cloak made of fur, and wrapped it on Fu Ermei: "I'm just free today. I want to practice arrows. I haven't practiced my hands for three days and haven't touched it for a long time. The second sister and I will go with me."

"Yes." Fu Ermei nodded and stood up with enthusiasm.

Fu Ermei followed him and entered a room next to the living room. There was a wooden shelf with scary heavy armor hanging on it, as if standing there with murderous intent, all kinds of weapons were placed around him. Guo Shao quickly took two bows and quiver pots and pulled Fu Ermei out.

The garden is not big. A large area is occupied by a lake. There are many trees and flowers and plants on both sides, and there is no empty space. However, Guo Shao quickly took out the target in a small hut next to a relatively straight stone path. He placed the target a hundred steps away, placed a carrot on the target, and took another arrow to pass it over the target.

Fu Ermei picked up her hand and breathed a breath into her palm, looked at the radish in the distance and said, "It's so far, so small, can you shoot me?"

"I was on the battle formation and shot Zhang Yuanhui to death with one arrow, but it was not a false reputation." Guo Shao said calmly. He looked up and took a deep breath, murmured: "It's great, there's not even a trace of wind."

After saying that, he picked up the bow and arrow, Fu Ermei looked at his movements with a smile, feeling that his whole body was exerting force, and a sense of power came to her face.

"Bang!" With a sound of string, Fu Ermei was slightly shocked, blinked her eyes, and when she looked over, she saw that the radish was fine, but the arrow was not sure where it was. She turned to look at Guo Shao in wonder, and saw Guo Shao look embarrassed: "I didn't hit it? This... how could this be so deserted?"

Fu Ermei hurriedly said, "Husband doesn't need to go to the formation to shoot arrows now, it doesn't matter."
Chapter completed!