Transmigrating into the Marquis's Estate as a Couch Potato

[This is my second book on the internet. By a twist of fate, I ended up writing in a genre I'm not good at, and writing this book has been very painful. I'm wrapping it up now, and updates will be irregular. I'm also working on my next book during this time. I think I've more or less found the right genre for me. It'll still be a historical novel. If you're interested, please add it to your favorites and watch this little author's growth. A deep bow of thanks.]

One day, after transmigrating to the 40th year of the Dayong dynasty, Su Mian somehow became the wife of Lu Zheng, the eldest son of the Yong'an Marquis household.

She soon learned that the marquis household was trying to win the favor of an emperor obsessed with painting, so the entire family was studying painting and mounting. Even Lu Zheng, the legitimate eldest son, was subjected to strict training every day.

On their wedding night, Lu Zheng took up his brush and wrote Ten Rules for My Wife:

First, rise at the mao hour to practice the Eight Brocades. Second, pay your respects at dawn and dusk at the chen hour. Third, practice painting at the si hour. Fourth, rest at the wu hour. Fifth, mount paintings at the wei hour. Sixth, do needlework at the shen hour...

The rules were so suffocating that Su Mian, who had always been wild and free, immediately picked up her brush and added five counter-rules, standing her ground against her husband.

Lu Zheng had the honor of the marquis household on his shoulders, and the imperial examinations were fast approaching, but he gritted his teeth and agreed.

From then on, the whole household was caught up in a frantic race to outdo one another, working until they lost all sense of time. Only Su Mian lay on a reclining chair in her courtyard, holding a horsetail whisk, cracking melon seeds, and basking in the sun. At a young age, she was already enjoying the leisurely life of a retiree.

Everyone in the household complained about her, and Lu Zheng was both exasperated and helpless.

But one afternoon, as Su Mian lazily basked in the sun, a low, resonant voice fell by her ear:

"My lady, I've mastered the art of mounting. Please inspect my work."

She gave it a lazy glance and nodded, about to close her eyes again.

Then she heard the man say softly, "It's already the wei hour. I want..."

Su Mian gave a soft snort. "The wei hour is for mounting. Go practice your craft."

Lu Zheng was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes, looking utterly aggrieved.

#Marriage first, love later: My husband is a workaholic who always wants me to improve#

#Let's be honest: You could work yourself to death, and you'd still never match my ability to lie flat#

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