The boat sailed into a relatively wide area of ​​water - a small lake surrounded by trees. The small lake is shaped like a full moon, and countless lights are hung on the branches around it, almost illuminating this small space. The lights on the trees are like stars in the sky, reflected in the mirror-like lake water, and become another turning sky. When you are in it, you only feel that the heaven and earth are integrated, and there are bright lights in your eyes.

Even Mei Zhuyu was stunned after seeing such a scene. Then he turned his head to look at Wu Zhen beside her. She looked contented, and smiled at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, as if saying, "Are you satisfied with everything you see?" Mei Zhuyu shook her head with a laugh, put her head on the back of Wu Zhen's neck with one hand, pressed her forehead against her chin, almost putting her whole body in her arms, and whispered: "I should have thought of it long ago that you must have prepared something again."

Wu Zhen scratched his chin with one hand, pushed him away a little, raised his eyebrows, "Why, don't you like it? I have spent a lot of time preparing."

Mei Zhuyu looked at her and said, "I like it."

"Everyone likes it." Wu Zhen was held in his arms again.

The quiet night was like water. The two of them wrapped in a big fur cloak and watched the lights on all sides in the boat in the middle of the lake. Until these bright lights gradually burned out and went out one by one, the distant sky slowly dyed a light blue white fish belly, like a bright dream.

When the sky was completely bright, another kind of beauty was revealed here. The surrounding trees were covered with white frost, just like jade trees and branches, reflected in the lake that looked clear and transparent during the day, clean and untainted by dust.

Wu Zhen fell asleep at some point, and was held in Mei Zhuyu's arms, and even his head was wrapped in a fur. He couldn't open his eyes warmly and comfortably. He felt dawn in a daze. She yawned and lifted up the corner of the fur and stuck out her head, exhaling a big breath of white breath as she moved.

Mei Zhuyu was looking at the horizon, feeling the movement in her arms, and looked down.

He didn't rest all night, but he was still in good spirits. His hair, eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with some white frost, which made his eyes more calm and gentle.

Wu Zhen reached out to wipe his eyebrows, and then chewed his slightly light-colored lips. It was cold, as if he had chewed a bite of snow.

"Why didn't you rest in the cabin and sit outside all night?"

"Yes." Mei Zhuyu wiped the little water vapor hanging on her eyelashes with her backhand, which were the fine water droplets after the frost melted.

"My hands and feet must be stiff, so stupid." Wu Zhen commented.

Mei Zhuyu didn't answer, but smiled. He wanted to see the beautiful scenery she prepared for him for a while, but before he knew it, it was dawn.

After touching Wu Zhen's belly, Mei Zhuyu suddenly said, "The child will be born soon. I heard that a woman has a child incredibly painful childbirth. Then we will exchange it and I will suffer this for you."

Wu Zhen remained silent, stared at his face, and after a while he smiled, "Okay."

However, Wu Zhen agreed at this moment with generous and cheerfulness, but two months later, she had no intention of keeping her promise.

On the day the child was born, the sun shone brightly, which dispelled some of the cold winter. Wu Zhen seemed to have a premonition that he did not go out that day and was preparing to stay at home to bask in the sun. In the morning, Mei Zhuyu went out for the house and she waved to him with a smile, and she couldn't tell the difference at all.

Not long after Mei Zhuyu left, Wu Zhen stood up from the chair with his eyebrows pinched and ordered: "Prepare, I'm going to give birth." After that, he might have cursed in a low voice because of the pain.

So when Mei Zhuyu came home as usual, the child had already been born.

"Congratulations to Mrs., Madam has given birth to a young man!" The servants congratulated each other with a smile. Master Mei was stunned for a moment, and then rushed into the room quickly. Unexpectedly, he opened the door and turned the screen. He saw Wu Zhen sitting on the bed with his hair disheveled, drinking tons of wine, and not as weak as he had just given birth, and even had a red face.

The anxiety and worry on Mei Zhuyu's face were dispelled by the scene in front of her. Wu Zhen raised his head and drank a jar of wine, as if he had relieved his years of alcohol addiction. He was in a happy and satisfied voice, "Good wine!"

When she turned around and saw Mei Zhuyu being stupid at the door, she felt a little guilty, but she quickly became confident and said with a smile: "After giving birth, I can finally relieve my alcohol addiction. Don't worry, I didn't drink much, I just drank a jar."

There was a small plum blossom painted on the wine pot. Mei Zhuyu remembered that she brought it back in the plum garden before. Wu Zhen kept saying that she would keep it as a full moon wine, so when did she hide the wine under the bed?

Seeing his eyes fixed on the wine jar, Wu Zhen threw the child out to divert his attention, "Come and see the child, I don't know how it grows, it's so ugly."

Mei Zhuyu really came back to her senses and did not pursue the wine anymore. She quickly walked to the bedside and looked at the child placed inside Wuzhen's bed. He was wrapped in swaddle clothes, his mouth was squirming, and he slept soundly, as small as half an arm was not as long as his arm. As Wuzhen said, the child was wrinkled and red, and indeed... not very good-looking.

However, Master Mei did not dislike it at all. He bent down and touched the child's soft cheeks. He stopped as soon as he touched it, as if he was afraid of breaking it. Then he turned to Wu Zhen, pulled the wine jar on her hand and placed it next to her, kissed her forehead, and then kissed her on the lips, looking a little fierce.

"You don't keep your word. Are you lying to me before?" Master Mei asked with a face.

Wu Zhen was fearless and even touched his face in a slight manner and said with a smile: "That's not called lying to you, that's called coaxing you."

Mei Zhuyu saw that she was unreflective and was speechless for a while. Finally, she could only wipe her cheeks, "You have worked so hard."

Wu Zhen held his hand that stroked his face, "You are tired and worried."

The child with no sense of existence suddenly cried, breaking the ambiguous warmth between his parents. Wu Zhen had no expression on his face for a second, picked up the child and stuffed it into Taoist Mei's arms, "We have agreed before that I will be responsible for giving birth, you will be responsible for taking care of the child, and I will leave it to you, Langjun."

Mei Zhuyu: “…?” When did you agree?

When the weather was about to warm up, when the peach blossoms by the jade belt pond were blooming, he had already become a jade doll. His mother finally didn't dislike him as much as she was at the beginning and often carried him out to meet people.

The once slender waisted and handsome beauty in men's clothing appeared on horseback again on the streets of Chang'an City, and once again appeared in various music shops in Chang'an City. However, this time she was still carrying a child.

The girls of Lefang who were familiar with Wu Zhen met Wu Zhen and saw Wu Zhen who had not seen him for a long time. Before they could even reminisce about the past, they were all taken away by the child she held.

"Ah! What a cute child! Is this your child?"

"The little man is so delicate and charming, which shows that he will definitely be a handsome man when he grows up!"

"Er Niang, he is so cute. Can you give me a hug?"

"I want it too!"

"I'll do it!"

"Be careful, don't throw this child!"

A group of women from music shops competed to watch the children, even the instruments they held in their arms were lost, and two of the silks were torn off in chaos, but no one cared about them. Wu Zhen was waiting behind the crowd, thinking that the children looked cute, but all the children who cried could make people want to commit suicide. She counted silently, and when she counted to three, a loud cry broke out in the crowd, which scared the ladies.

"Ah! Why did he cry? Rui Niang, are you hugging me too tightly?"

"Why, he is hungry?"

"How can I keep him from crying?"

"Or I'll sing a little tune to coax him?"

"It makes sense, give it a try."

A group of ladies gathered around the little baby who was crying loudly, and a gentle lady who looked like water sat next to her holding a pipa and sang a soft tune. The child slowly stopped crying, and with his big eyes as if he was listening carefully.

Wu Zhen kept watching, waiting for them to be scared away by the crybaby child. At this moment, he accidentally found that singing and playing music could coax the child to not cry. He was overjoyed, so he appeared in various music halls more frequently. He ran a lot and listened to the songs more, and the child became picky. He sang badly, and he didn't give face, so he continued to cry if he should cry.

This child is smart and premature and speaks very early. He is taken by his mother in the music shop for several months. When he is learning to speak, the first word he says is not his parents, but-

"reward!"

At that time, Mei Zhuyu was holding the child, and Wu Zhen sat opposite the father and son to play the pipa. She rarely had this interest, but Mei Zhuyu gave it to her a while ago, so she often took it out and played a song or two.

As soon as he finished playing a song, the child sitting in Mei Zhuyu's arms spit out such a word of appreciation. Mei Zhuyu had not yet realized what his son was saying, but Wu Zhen understood it. At this time, he said to his son with a smile: "Thank you, Xiaolang, to reward me!"

Mei Zhuyu then realized what the word was. When Wu Zhen listened to the music, he thought that the musicians sang well, so he often gave some rewards. His son learned it at a young age.

If Wu Zhen continues to teach this, it may not be good. Mei Zhuyu realizes the seriousness of the matter.

After calming down for a moment, Mei Zhuyu looked at the child's mother and felt that she was not easy to talk to her, so she picked up her son and held it in front of her, allowing him to look at her.

The little doll cried with a scream of frightened by her expressionless father.

Wu Zhen: "Oh, the child is still young, why are you mad at him?"

Mei Zhuyu: "I didn't say a word yet." Although his tone did not change, Wu Zhen heard the grievance.

She turned against Mei Zhuyu, "No, I didn't say you, come on, you will teach you how you like, I promise not to favor this kid." After that, she patted her son's round butt and said with a hunched face: "Don't bully your father!"
Chapter completed!