"Dr. Cui took several days off and said he had committed a serious illness, but I saw him in Pingkangfang last night. Why did something happen in one night and refuse to visit him? Could it be..." The little official who spoke wanted to say something but stopped, but everyone understood his unfinished words. For a moment, everyone's faces showed subtle pity and contempt.

Mei Zhuyu still had nothing to do. She ignored these gossips that were common every day, and just packed up her things and left the official office indifferently, preparing to go back.

However, when he saw the person waiting at the door of the official office, his cold expression turned into an unconcealed joy. Although his expression was still the same, when his calm eyes suddenly lit up, anyone could feel his emotions change.

Wu Zhen was rare today without wearing men's clothing, but wearing a snow-green double-breasted skirt. A large piece of calamus flowers were embroidered on the skirt. A yellow palace ribbon was tied around his waist, and a round white jade pendant was pressed. Just stood there simply, his tenderness and charm, natural beauty, like the brilliance of a pearl and the fragrance of orchids.

She walked towards Mei Zhuyu with various curious eyes and stretched out her hand to him. Mei Zhuyu took two steps forward to hold her hand.

Wu Zhen: "Mr. Go to the same place with me."

Mei Zhuyu: "Okay."

Wu Zhen felt the eyes of the onlookers change, his lips raised, and he leaned close to Mei Zhuyu and said softly: "It's time to go to the brothel."

Mei Zhuyu: “…Okay.”

Wu Zhen laughed and pulled him out. The two walked side by side, very close, and the corners of the robe and skirt were occasionally intertwined. Wu Zhen spoke intently, while Mei Zhuyu was carrying one hand on her back and Wu Zhen pulled the other hand down and talking to her. Her voice was much softer than that of others. The two of them talked in such a low voice, which showed a different sense of intimacy.

When officials from the Ministry of Justice who had never seen them live together, they all suspected the rumors that Mei Zhuyu and Wu Zhen were not incompatible with each other's relationship. Look at this, they were not incompatible, and they were tender and sweet.

After leaving the Ministry of Justice, Wu Zhen pinched the generous man's big hand and grabbed his fingertips and said, "I have heard some bad rumors these days. Have you been bullied? Is anyone here to trouble you?"

Mei Zhuyu didn't know why she asked this. In fact, since childhood, no one could bully him. Seeing Mei Zhuyu shook her head and said no, Wu Zhen touched Langjun's hand lovingly, "I have such a good temper and I won't say that I'm bullied when I come to my house."

Mei Zhuyu: "…?" But there really isn't.

Wu Zhen didn't know what he thought about, so he glanced at him again, and said in a gentle tone: "It's okay, there won't be such a thing in the future."

After saying that, she turned around and said, "I got a good ranking in the Dragon Boat Race. You have to be the first to win the Dragon Boat Festival. Cui Jiu and the others said they wanted to invite you to gather. I have a little busy these days and haven't been home. Today I have time, so I made an appointment today. You don't have to go to the pay-off tomorrow, and I can play later in the evening."

Mei Zhuyu nodded and looked at her intently. Wu Zhen turned his head and saw that he was only staring at him, and said funny: "I didn't blink my eyes, but I haven't seen you for a few days. Do you think of me like this?"

Mei Zhuyu was a little embarrassed and had to look away, but after a while, he turned around, from the birds in the sky to the trees on the ground, and finally turned back to Wu Zhen. Wu Zhen was used to being seen by others, so he didn't say much, so he let him see it generously, occasionally returning a smiling gaze, which was very indulgent.

Mei Zhuyu entered a brothel for the first time in her life, and was brought in by her own wife. She was indeed very familiar with this place. After arriving at Pingkangfang, two servants waiting in front of the yard respectfully came forward and enthusiastically led them to a house. The courtyard was planted with flowers and trees, digging canals, and a platform floating on the water surface was also built. On the platform was a large hexagonal pavilion that could accommodate dozens of people. There were six red lacquered stone pillars in the hexagonal corners, arching an eight-treasure roof, and two-foot-long headlights were hung under the eaves. Between the red pillars, there were bamboo curtains hanging from the gauze curtains. In the darkening sky, several lights shone hazy on the water surface through the gauze tent, and the waves were rippling.

There were small cushions and screens in the pavilion. There were already people sitting there, all of them familiar faces, Cui Jiumei, Si Zhao Langjun, etc., and a lady Sun. Seeing Wu Zhen and the others coming, they all waved and said, "We're finally here, come and sit down."

Mei Zhuyu wanted to say hello to them one by one, but Wu Zhen refused to let him go and pulled him to a seat, "What a polite thing, just click whatever you want."

After saying to Mei Zhuyu, she picked up a small hammer and knocked a golden bell on the small table. After the clanging sound, someone quickly stepped into the pavilion. Wu Zhen said, "Give me a silver dragon soup with thin silk snow noodles. Remember, you Ma Ma's hand made it, and there are two kinds of honey fairy and jade dew balls. I remember you can cook the ten flower soup for 15th, just so I will bring one too."

The slave wrote it down, nodded and ran away quickly. Wu Zhen said to Mei Zhuyu: "First eat something simple. Ma Ma has a few specialty dishes here. I eat it well. I don't know if you will like it. If you like it, let's come again next time and order a table."

Although it is a brothel, it has to be said that it is different from what Mei Zhuyu thought before. The scenery is pleasant and comfortable, and there is no company of the beauty, only the few of them are doing their own things freely.

After Mei Si greeted him, he kept drawing something on the table behind the screen; Cui Jiu was debugging a piano, plucking the strings from time to time; Zhao Langjun was fiddling with a box of wine chips, muttering something; Madam Sun sat in front of the incense burner, with many small and small boxes and bottles placed beside him, occasionally picking some powder and putting it into the incense burner; there were also people leaning against the pillars to drink, and two people were lighting the lamp and playing chess. In short, everyone was entertaining themselves.

Wu Zhen used a small dagger to cut the melon. Her knife was well used. The jade melon with a white skin was peeled off by her, cut it into pieces and placed it on a plate, and finally pushed it in front of Mei Zhuyu.

"Do you just eat it, or will you eat it with cheese and honey later?"

“That’s fine.”

Wu Zhen held on the table with one hand and looked at him with his chin, "No need to be restrained, I just took you to see what I usually do here, so that you can know that I didn't do anything like those people said. I usually come to the brothel to listen to music and dance."

She said generously, and Mei Zhuyu nodded without hesitation, "I know." He could look at the face, and Wu Zhen's aura was pure and clear eyes, without any turbidity. He was an open and bright person.

"Don't worry about rumors, those are not trustworthy." Mei Zhuyu said.

Wu Zhen: "This is what I want to say to you." Well, I was too worried. Langjun really didn't care about the nonsense outside. Fortunately, she thought that Langjun was going to be stingy and jealous. Who knew that Langjun trusted her so much and had a broad mind. Among the friends Wu Zhen knew, some of them became close friends. She asked and found that almost everyone would have some small conflicts with the husband or wife at home, because both sides always had some minor misunderstandings and minor frictions, and it was normal to have a few quarrels.

But when they arrived at Mei Zhuyu, Wu Zhen found that they had never had any displeasure or quarrels. Not to mention quarrels, she, the man, never told her a bad thing. No matter how she treats him, whether it is alienated or close to him, he is at ease. He will be happy when he sees her, and will not come to see her on his own initiative, making her feel free and free as it was before marriage.

Wu Zhen suddenly felt that with the mentality of the husband, he could practice Taoism. With such determination and restraint, he would definitely achieve something.

Mei Langjun, who is indeed a powerful Taoist priest, finished eating the food sent by his servants, which were the ones Wu Zhen ordered for him before. The taste was very good. Even though Mei Zhuyu was not serious about her appetite, she felt that such skills were rare in Chang'an City.

After the meal, Wu Zhen chatted with him for a few words, and after eating some fruits, it became completely dark.

There were slaves who came to light the lights. There were already many lights here, but more than a dozen servants came to light up countless small lamps in the corner and a rotating headlight in the middle. In addition, there were lamps on the water surface. The water was not deep, and it was only as high as the calf. The lights placed on the shore would gather at the edge of the pavilion with the current of water, and the inside and outside of the pavilion were as bright as day.

The sound of the ringing came from afar, and a group of dancers wearing veils pushed and shoved in, and there were several wives holding musical instruments.

The lady in the head had an excellent temperament and was wearing a purple silk dress. After she sat down, she nodded to Wu Zhen with a smile. The dancers stood in the middle of the pavilion, and with the sound of the lady's pipa, the dancers twisted their waists.

The breeze in the pavilion was gentle, and the women dancing gracefully swung their sleeves, and their shadows were reflected on the headlights in the middle, making them look even more slender and graceful, like green robes stretching in the water. The thin bells on their bodies sounded lightly, flying with their light skirts, as hazy and beautiful as flowers and fog.

The pipa of the Pipa is also very pleasant and pleasant, almost integrated into the night and the wind. Wu Zhen held his chin, squinted his eyes and listened, and pointed his fingers at the white jade plate wall on the table, occasionally making a little light sound, as if he tasted some taste. No matter what he was doing before, everyone on the field listened carefully to the song and admired the dance. Only Mei Zhuyu, his eyes were still on Wu Zhen, and he did not give a single slight to anyone else.

Such soft and beautiful singing and dancing cannot make the calm Taoist priest's heart move as hard as a rock. He is still focused on resolving his lovesickness.

After the song, the Pipa Niang sighed and asked everyone: "How about this new song in Wanniang?"

Cui Jiu praised: "It's very good. Niang Wan's skills are getting more and more sophisticated."

Everyone nodded and praised, but Wanniang's face was not filled with joy, but instead she was sad. Finally, she looked at Wu Zhen, "Second Madam, what do you think?"

Wu Zhen shook his head, "No, there are a few places that are a little stagnant. Your song this time is different from before, but it has not completely changed. It's not up or down. It's okay to listen roughly, but you still have to think about it if you listen carefully."

When Wanniang heard her say this, her eyes lit up and she couldn't help but lean forward and said, "I wonder if I can ask the second lady for some advice?"

Nowadays, dance music has become a trend, and even His Majesty the Emperor is addicted to this, and this is even more so among the people. Wu Zhen’s appreciation skills are affirmed by the emperor. Naturally, she has some knowledge of her ability, but she can make comments, but there are few opportunities to do it yourself. However, Wu Zhen looked at the husband around him, and today he brought the husband to play with him, and she played two songs to help her liven up.

Wu Zhen stood up and sat under the lamp. She did not sit on the cushion like other musicians, but held the pipa handed over by Wanniang and sat on a bed. Her posture was not very dignified and casual, and she looked like she was playing the pipa with her head down, but it made people unable to see her eyes open.
Chapter completed!