After entering, the servants who had already heard the news and prepared everything bowed and left one after another.
She took the initiative to step forward and help him take off his armor and other items, then tilted his head and said with a smile, "Sir Tobirama, you go take a bath first. I'll help you clean the armor first, and then I'll rub your back."
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"..." Senju Tobirama looked at her unashamed posture, was silent for a moment, nodded again, and then walked into the bathroom on his own.
The bathroom has a special area for cleansing the body, as well as a bathtub for soaking in the water to soothe the body.
Senju Tobirama, like most people of this era, is accustomed to cleansing his body first and then taking a bath. While he was sitting on the wooden bench washing his hair, he noticed his wife walking in. She
She took off her complicated kimono and wore only a white undershirt, and her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin behind her head.
She walked up behind him holding a small wooden stool, and asked softly with a slightly red cheek, "Sir, may I help you rub your back?"
"...Yeah." Senju Tobirama replied, "Then please."
Behind the back of a ninja, only those close to him are allowed to approach. In fact, he is not used to people other than his eldest brother staying behind him. However, considering that she is his wife who will be with him for the rest of his life if nothing unexpected happens, he decided to give her this
Opportunity - but subconscious vigilance is inevitable.
She didn't seem to realize this. She just smiled again, put the bench behind him and sat on it. Then, she picked up the bath towel and carefully rubbed his back, asking about the strength from time to time.
His attitude was so sincere that he almost praised him.
Senju Tobirama is fully aware of a reality——
She was serious about rubbing her back.
after a while.
She scooped up a few ladles of hot water and rinsed his back, and continued to whisper, "Husband, do you want to take a dip in the bath for a while?"
Senju Tobirama then got up and went to the bathtub. The water temperature was suitable, making him feel extremely comfortable from the inside out.
And his newlywed wife was cleaning up the mess he had just made not far away, and then she got up and left... left... left...
Thousand Hands Tobirama "..."
Well, it's still daytime, so it's really not appropriate. Especially since she's newly married, it's normal for her to be shy.
Understandable.
So he relaxed and soaked in the soup for a while, then got up, wiped his body and put on a clean kimono at home. When he opened the curtain and went out, he was not surprised to find that his wife, who had changed into a luxurious dress, was waiting for him outside——
After all, his perception ability is very strong.
"Sir, sir." She smiled and handed him a bottle, "Do you want it?"
"What is this?" Senju Tobirama took it doubtfully and looked down, "Milk?"
"Yeah, it's common sense to drink milk after taking a shower." She said with a smile on her face.
"..." Is there such common sense?
Even so, he hesitated for a moment and bowed his head to take a few sips in a dignified manner. He never really liked drinking this kind of stuff, and a few sips was already the limit.
Afterwards, the two left the bathroom together.
Senju Tobirama is still in front, and "Senju Shizuhime" is half a body behind him.
"How did you spend your days during this time?" Qianju Tobirama asked.
"Well, let me think about it..." the girl thought over and over again and replied, "get up, have breakfast, go to the study, have lunch, rest for a while, take a walk, go to the study, have dinner, go to the study, and then rest."
Senju Tobirama "..." went to the study more frequently, but there was no problem. Before he left home, he had instructed that his newlywed wife could come and go freely in all places in the yard. But in places where he could not come and go freely, he
They were all well hidden and sealed tightly. Thinking this, he then asked, "Go to the study to read?"
"Um."
"What books do you like to read?"
"Collection of poems and travel notes." She replied with a smile.
"That's it." Qianju Tobirama nodded, which was not against the rules.
Since there was nothing to do when it came to the study, he simply took her to the study. As soon as he entered, Qian Ju Tojian saw the remaining tea and a few books on his desk. He walked over and took a look.
It turned out that the collection of poems and travel notes she mentioned were indeed found on his bookshelf.
"Ah...I'm sorry, sir." She hurriedly packed up her things, "I didn't expect you to come back today, so..."
"It's okay." Senju Tobiran sat down cross-legged, picked up the poetry collection she put on the table, and opened it at random. She saw a cherry blossom sandwiched on one of the pages. Coincidentally, there was also a haiku about cherry blossoms on that page.
He muttered in a low voice, "After three days of absence, the world is full of cherry blossoms." Then he turned to look at her and raised his eyebrows, "Do you like this sentence?" Is this hinting at something?
But she shook her head, "I just happened to see this place, so I made a bookmark with the cherry blossoms floating in from the window. If I like it, I prefer the sentence - shredded pork under the tree, on the vegetable soup, cherry blossom petals falling."
Qianju Tobijian "..." Oh. He felt a little embarrassed, but asked patiently, "Why?"
"Well, I just think I can imagine the scene of everyone enjoying the cherry blossoms together." She replied with a smile.
"Indeed." Senju Tobirama recalled the scene when the whole family enjoyed cherry blossoms together when he was a child - it was very rare, but it was indeed a cherished and beautiful memory. At that time, everyone was still there. His eyes were a little gentler.
Fen, also smiled and said, "Do you like this kind of haiku?"
"Not necessarily." She thought for a moment, "There's another line of poetry that I quite like."
"Which sentence?" He became interested, and then he picked up the pen.
Sitting next to him, she polished the ink very cooperatively, humming in a low voice while doing it gracefully, "If Yamazakura is a passionate kind..."
"Ink-colored flowers should bloom this year." Qian Shu Fei Jian whispered, then dipped in ink and wrote the first half of the sentence. When he was about to write the second half of the sentence, he stopped, thought for a moment, and put the pen
He handed it to her and said, "You will write it?"
"Me?" She blinked and said with some trepidation, "My handwriting...is much worse than yours, husband. It's ugly."
Senju Tobirama, like his elder brother, is the heir to a large family. He has received various "elite educations" since he was a child, so he is naturally good at handwriting.
"It doesn't matter." Qianju Tobirama smiled, still maintaining the posture of handing over the pen, "I want to see your handwriting." Everyone said it as he said, although this was a bit biased, but he really wanted to see his own handwriting.
What kind of handwriting does this little wife have?
She pursed her lower lip, and then took the pen.
Then, she pulled the paper with a slightly awkward posture.
After hesitating for a moment, Senju Tobirama whispered "Don't move" and then directly hugged his petite wife onto his lap - she was so delicate that she could easily wrap her arms around her.
And it won't prevent him from doing anything.
"ah!"
She let out a low exclamation, but after struggling subconsciously, she did not move again. Then she knelt on his knees obediently, then stretched out her hand to press the piece of paper and wrote down seriously.
The second half of the sentence.
Senju Tobirama watched carefully.
Well, indeed, the handwriting is not pretty.
But it's definitely not ugly.
Compared to him and the eldest brother, he is naturally a little inferior, but he is quite imposing, something similar to the eldest brother who is open and happy, free and wanton.
This is extremely rare.
So, is his little wife, who seems weak and delicate, actually a rare "hero among women"?
This realization made Qianju Tojian suddenly want to laugh.
His expression seemed to be misunderstood by her.
She silently put down her pen and puffed her face, "I said it was not good-looking..." She muttered in a low voice, "You still insist on letting me write..."
"Oh, my fault?" Qianju Tobirama lowered his head in a good mood.
"...Okay, it's my fault." She lowered her head silently, her cheeks bulging even more, almost like a little black cat that was so angry that it exploded with fur.
This aggrieved posture made Qianju Tobirama want to laugh more and more. He gave a rare coaxing, "I'm just kidding." Then, he held her hand, picked up the pen again, and pulled out another piece of paper, "Your calligraphy."
, the foundation is not bad, but the details are a bit hasty and hasty, if so..."
"...Ah." Her anger faded away as quickly as it came, and she soon started praising others with a look of surprise on her face, "My husband, you are so awesome!"
Her overly straightforward praise and bright eyes made the usually introverted Senshou Tobirama feel a little confused. He coughed softly, "It's nothing." But his hand accidentally paused and scratched the bottom right corner of the white paper.
An ink mark.
He suddenly frowned slightly.
His obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism made him unable to accept this very well, so he wanted to take out the piece of paper, rub it out and rewrite it.
But she held his hand, and then pushed the brush into his hand with her backhand. Then, with a slightly difficult posture, she wrapped his big hand in the opposite direction, and wiped out the "unintentional" ink stroke.
The traces were extended, and then a few more miscellaneous branches were drawn, and finally, a few cherry blossoms were dotted on those branches.
"My lord husband, look, the ink flowers~" She looked up at him, tilted her head slightly, and showed a bright smile.
"..." After Qianju Tobirama was silent for a while, he showed a gentle expression, "Yes, Mo Ying."
"Yeah." She nodded.
Senju Tobirama put down the pen and took out the piece of paper. This time he didn't want to rub it off, but said, "I'll have someone frame it later and hang it in our bedroom."
"...Oh." She nodded first, and then showed a slightly worried look, "My husband, the handwriting you asked me to write is very beautiful, but is this painting a little bad?"
"Really?" Qianju Tobirama chuckled, "I think it's pretty good. By the way," he remembered something, "I remember there is a volume of cherry blossom chanting on the bookshelf. It's a rare color print. You want to..."
"Want to see!"
Before he finished speaking, she had already climbed off him with a look of surprise on her face, and ran to the bookshelf. Like an overly nimble little black cat, she asked, "Mr. Husband, what are you doing next?"
How many floors?”
Qianju Tobijian "..." He looked down at the empty arms, pursed his lower lip, and replied, "The third floor, the second book on the left."
The author has something to say. Someone once again fell in love at first sight. Next, please let someone explain to everyone what it means - love makes people blind...
Chapter completed!