My Husband is a Drama King [Book Transmigration] 93p1

Chapter 93 p1: Sudden Snow

The personnel changes in the Ministry of Personnel were ready within seven days, and the list had been presented to Emperor Pingjing.

After a careful look, Emperor Pingjing found no omissions, nodded with satisfaction, and approved it. He hoped that the officials sent to the local areas this time would be as he wished. He now understood that local officials were also very important.

Ten years as an honest prefect, a hundred thousand taels of silver.

If the local officials were inactive and corrupt, the blow to the common people and the court would also be huge. He had trusted and thought highly of Song Changxu, which was why he had transferred him to the Ministry of Personnel. Since he had arrived, he had found several talented people who were not bad.

For example, the director of the Ministry of Justice, Tong Yangyu, was a very good person, shrewd, and law-abiding. He was a good seedling.

After Song Changxu had finished his official duties at the Ministry of Personnel, he had just finished a cup of goji berry tea when he was off duty. He ran into Director Li on his way out.

Director Li: “Sir Song.”

He had a harmonious relationship with his subordinates. Song Changxu answered and chatted with Director Li as they walked. At the entrance of the imperial palace, he saw that his family’s carriage was already waiting. He got on with a happy mood.

With a carriage, it was much more convenient to go to and from work. Song Changxu sat in the carriage, and there were also tea and snacks prepared. He ate a little and was home.

Xu Zhizhou had finished looking at the account books and was still trimming the flowers and plants. Recently, he had been learning flower arrangement from Xie Cang, and he was in the middle of it. The flowers and plants in the courtyard could not escape his ruthless hands.

Song Changxu saw that a flower had been trimmed bald and his heart trembled. Fortunately, he was only interested in flowers and plants, not in hair.

“Husband, do I look good after trimming?”

So bald. Song Changxu could not speak against his conscience.

“You still have to practice more. I believe you will be able to trim a good flower branch.”

Xu Zhizhou answered and pushed Song Changxu to change his clothes first.

“I’ve bought you a new set of clothes. You can try them on.”

Song Changxu’s clothes were very easy to buy. Xu Zhizhou remembered his size, and with that figure and face, he looked good in anything.

Song Changxu: “I have enough clothes. Don’t buy too many.”

Xu Zhizhou: “Really, how can you have too many clothes? We’ve bought some now. We’ll just have to buy a winter coat when winter comes.”

Song Changxu was pushed into the bedroom. The clothes had already been washed and were on the bed. Just as he was about to get up and close the door, Xu Zhizhou sat on a chair with a composed expression.

Song Changxu: “…”

Forget it. He’s still wearing his inner garments.

He took off his official robe and then went to put on the new clothes. He suddenly found that they were a bit tight. He frowned.

Xu Zhizhou was even more so, as if he had been struck by lightning. “You…”

Song Changxu looked at Xu Zhizhou with some confusion. He stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at himself. The color and style were still very novel, but it was a bit uncomfortable around his waist.

“You’ve gained weight, husband,” Xu Zhizhou said with a heavy tone.

Song Changxu subconsciously retorted, “Could it be that you bought the clothes too small?”

“I wouldn’t have remembered your size wrong. It’s just that you’ve gained weight. Could it be because of the carriage, and because you’ve been sitting in a chair all the time and not moving, so you’ve gained weight? You can’t be like this, husband.”

Song Changxu was a little guilty from what Xu Zhizhou had said. Besides what he had said, there was also the fact that his appetite had gotten better and bigger. He ate a lot and didn’t like to move.

Song Changxu: “I know. I won’t take the carriage in the future. I’ll have it pick me up when it’s raining.”

He was still so young. He couldn’t get fat just like that. He thought of the time when he was in the Ministry of Personnel. A colleague had said that the Minister of Personnel, Xu Anyan, had been a handsome man when he was young, but now he had a big belly in his middle age.

With his superior as a comparison, Song Changxu put exercise on his agenda and also had to restrain himself in his diet.

Xu Zhizhou raised his hand. “I’ll supervise you.”

Song Changxu laughed. “I know. Let me see if you’ve gained weight.”

With that, he reached out and pulled Xu Zhizhou over. Xu Zhizhou let out a small “ah.” Song Changxu’s hand landed on his waist. He knew that he had two dimples there, and he was now touching them.

Xu Zhizhou obediently let him touch. His face was fair, his eyes upturned, and his tone was proud. “Do you think I’m you? Look carefully. Have I gained weight? Although I eat a little more, I still run out often. It’s better than you sitting in the palace all day.”

Song Changxu’s fingers touched two dimples. A man’s waist was actually so thin. His fingers lingered, moving from his waist to his back.

When this back was arched, Song Changxu knew how beautiful it was. He took off his new clothes. He touched his own waist. There was no fat, just a little more flesh than before.

He looked at the new clothes. The waist was really pulled in very tightly.

Song Changxu hesitated. “Actually, the waist also has to be used.”

Xu Zhizhou and Song Changxu had been a couple for many years. He understood his words and shouted with a red face, “What are you talking about? That little bit of time is not enough for you to exercise.”

Song Changxu: “…You mean the time I use is very short?”

Xu Zhizhou thought for a moment and said truthfully, “I only have you as a man. I have no one to compare with. Anyway, it’s just so-so.”

He shrugged.

Song Changxu gritted his teeth. He had rarely been angry since he had become an official. Even when he had heard someone say that he was a smiling tiger when he had come back from the dining hall, he had just smiled and said nothing, not taking it to heart at all.

Only Xu Zhizhou could make him fly into a rage with just one sentence.

“Let’s not talk about it. I haven’t finished trimming my flowers yet,” Xu Zhizhou said and was about to slip away.

Song Changxu’s expression was not good. He grabbed his hand. “Don’t go yet. Didn’t you say my time was short? Come and try it now.”

Xu Zhizhou’s face immediately turned red. He looked at the broad daylight. “It’s not even dark yet. How can you think of such a thing? I’m not doing such a thing with you.”

Song Changxu leaned closer, held his red face, and kissed him. Xu Zhizhou’s eyelashes trembled. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to let him kiss.

After a while of kissing, Song Changxu’s hand went to untie his sash. Xu Zhizhou’s legs went weak from the kisses.

In broad daylight, Song Changxu still saw Xu Zhizhou’s dimples. There was a thin layer of sweat on them, glistening, greasy and white, with the touch of jade, rising and falling.

Below the dimples was a patch of snow-white. Song Changxu put his words into action.

Xu Zhizhou said something vaguely, and was quickly silenced by Song Changxu’s lips.

Song Changxu thought of something. He looked down at Xu Zhizhou’s snow-white stomach. His wet hair fell on his forehead.

He reached out and touched his stomach. “Zhizhou, do you think you might be pregnant now?”

Xu Zhizhou was embarrassed and angry. “You… nonsense!”

Song Changxu held Xu Zhizhou in his arms.

…

Xu Zhizhou opened his dark eyes, which had been washed with water. He subconsciously looked at Song Changxu first. Song Changxu was still holding him with his bare chest.

Xu Zhizhou propped himself up, touched Song Changxu’s chest muscles, and then his eight-pack abs.

He saw that Song Changxu was not yet awake. He was sleeping with his eyes closed, his expression a little tired. His eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face, and his pursed lips showed a hint of cold handsomeness.

He said in a low voice, “It’s good that the abs are still there.”

This time, Song Changxu was really angry. Xu Zhizhou felt a little sore, as if his whole body was about to fall apart from the impact.

He saw that it was getting late and it was probably time for dinner. He called for someone to take a bath and then tidy up. When the attendant had changed the water in the bathtub, he lifted the quilt and shouted, “Get up!”

Song Changxu’s body was covered with many of Xu Zhizhou’s marks. He liked to look at his abs, and he especially liked his strong arms, which still had his teeth marks.

He was a little lazy. He yawned, got up, and went to wash up. He put on a long robe, looking like a proper gentleman again.

Xu Zhizhou went to have dinner with him. Xu Cheng was already sitting on a chair, waiting for the meal. He held his chopsticks and propped his head in his hands, looking at the dishes on the table.

Their family of four had six dishes and one soup. A braised duck, lion’s head meatballs, stir-fried green peppers with meat, a cold cucumber salad, braised eggplant, and a tofu and cabbage soup.