The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 29
Mei Zhuyu finally calmed down after falling. He propped himself up and half sat up, picking up the fallen branch. Suddenly, his eyes went dark. Wu Zhen squatted in front of him, looking at him subtly, and asked softly, “My dear, do you mind if our wedding date is moved up a little?”
Everyone liked beauty. Wu Zhen liked to hang out with beautiful ladies and gentlemen. She enjoyed watching them, but she never thought she was a lecher. She appreciated beautiful people and flowers, and she had never had any improper thoughts. But at that moment, she saw the young man fall in the flowers in shock, then sit up with his lips pursed, his neck red, and a somewhat embarrassed but silent and forbearing look. She suddenly felt like jumping on him.
That feeling was the first time. It was strange; the young man was very dull, didn’t like to talk, didn’t like crowds, and looked ordinary. Why was he more attractive in her eyes than those handsome men?
Mei Zhuyu didn’t know why she suddenly turned to this matter. He was confused and kept muttering, “… Move it up?”
Wu Zhen said, “Ah, because I think a husband like you who recites the Pure and Tranquil Sutra when being kissed would not approve of any intimate contact before marriage.”
Mei Zhuyu: “…” Did he recite the Pure and Tranquil Sutra just now?
Wu Zhen continued to say, “Or, after seeing my behavior today, you find it unacceptable and don’t want to marry me anymore?”
Mei Zhuyu’s chest rose and fell, and he immediately said, “No, I want to marry you. There is nothing wrong with it. I am the one who is out of place.”
He had lived in the temple for so long, and there were always differences between him and ordinary people. He didn’t know how to get along with women. If there was a problem between the two of them, the problem probably came from him. Mei Zhuyu thought of his embarrassing reaction and began to reflect on whether he was too reserved. However, if it really came to it… he couldn’t do it.
Wu Zhen was silent, just looking at the young man who spoke seriously and firmly, but with a slightly nervous look. A blood-red azalea fell on his chest, just like his red ears that had not yet faded. Wu Zhen suddenly reached out and plucked the flower, and with her other hand, she grabbed Mei Zhuyu and pulled him out of the flowers.
The two walked side by side again. Wu Zhen played with the blood-red azalea, thinking about something, and then put the flower into her mouth and ate it.
These flowers were edible and had a sweet and sour taste. When the flowers bloomed in large areas on the front mountain, nearby farmers would pick large bundles of flowers and sell them in the city. Many families, restaurants, and stores would use these flowers to make fresh flower cakes and delicacies.
Wu Zhen was thinking when she suddenly felt her hand tighten. She turned her head and saw Mei Zhuyu holding her wrist.
“As long as you want, you can do anything,” Mei Zhuyu said. It seemed like he had been thinking about it for a long time before saying it, and his tone was very serious.
Wu Zhen twisted her foot and almost fell.
What’s going on? Could it be that I’m getting older now, so my concentration has also deteriorated? Wu Zhen thought.
Mei Zhuyu frowned and walked forward, holding her with one hand, and bent down to check her foot. “Is your ankle sprained?”
It really was sprained, but it wasn’t serious, just a little painful. Wu Zhen didn’t take that little thing seriously at all, but seeing Mei Zhuyu’s care, she smiled and said, “Yes, it’s sprained, how about you carry me?”
After saying so, she felt anxious again. Did the young man who fell down with a push have the strength to do so? The fact proved that he did. Mei Zhuyu carried her on his back without saying a word.
Wu Zhen lay comfortably on the young man’s back and was surprised to find that his back was quite broad, and the arm that supported her was also very strong. He looked thin, and it was unexpected that he walked a long and narrow mountain road with such a heavy person on his back without breathing heavily. Was it because the young man was very strong, or was she not as heavy as she thought?
After walking along the path, the road ahead was slightly wider, with a large rock beside the road. Mei Zhuyu walked to the rock, put Wu Zhen down, then squatted in front of her and lifted up her sprained foot.
Wu Zhen was about to say it was okay when she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. She was caught off guard and almost cried out, but she managed to hold it in. Then Mei Zhuyu put down her leg, saying, “It’s done.”
In fact, Wu Zhen felt that it didn’t hurt much when she sprained her leg, but now that Mei Zhuyu pressed on her, it really hurt. She touched her leg and felt that it might be bruised. It seemed that the young man was really strong.
Wu Zhen said with a cold sweat, “The technique is quite skillful.”
Mei Zhuyu was completely unaware and answered seriously, “I sprained my ankle a lot when I was a kid, and I got used to it after dealing with it myself so many times.”
Wu Zhen said,” Oh? It seems that you were a naughty child when you were young, and you often sprained your ankle because of running around.”
Mei Zhuyu opened his mouth but said nothing, acquiescing. He was sent to the temple when he was young. He could only see his parents once a year and spent the rest of the time practicing in the temple. Most of the days of practice were hard and quiet. Although his master and brothers loved him, they were never soft in teaching him. When he was a few years old, he practiced Qi, but he always failed to do it properly. So his master built hundreds of fist-wide stone piles for him to practice on. At first, he failed to do it properly and always fell down, so he often sprained his ankle, and his ankle was always swollen. Later, when he learned to treat his own foot injuries, he also learned the art of Qinggong.
Later, his martial nephews also began to practice breathing, and he waited by the side. If anyone was injured, he would go to help. His nephews always cried in pain because of his massage. Mei Zhuyu never understood why his nephews cried so miserably when they were not in pain. It might be because they were too spoiled. As for his own childhood, it had nothing to do with the word naughty.
Mei Zhuyu was unwilling to tell Wu Zhen about these things. The world he was exposed to was a world that ordinary people could not see, and he did not want his beloved to be involved with those dangerous things because of him.
Wu Zhen sat on the rock and tried to imagine the naughty childhood of Mei Zhuyu, but found that she could not imagine it, so she gave up, held Mei Zhuyu’s shoulders, and naturally lay back on his back.
“My feet hurt. Please carry me down the mountain.”
“Okay.” Mei Zhuyu naturally agreed to the small matter.
Wu Zhen rested her chin on Mei Zhuyu’s shoulder and asked from time to time, “Are you really not tired?”
Mei Zhuyu shook his head, “Not tired.”
A butterfly flew past them, and Wu Zhen suddenly leaned back, stretched out her hand, and pinched the butterfly’s wings, grabbing it in her hand. Mei Zhuyu’s feet remained steady despite her movement, and he just turned his head to cast a questioning look.
Wu Zhen held the yellow butterfly to show him. When Mei Zhuyu turned his head, Wu Zhen placed the butterfly on her husband’s head. The butterfly had to stay on her husband’s head obediently under the tyranny of the lord, acting as a trembling decoration for the monotonous black hair. In the end, the Cat Lord disliked its monotonous color and waved her hand mercifully to let it fly away.
Dujuan Mountain was filled with familiar scenery, and Wu Zhen’s attention quickly turned to the young man. He had just fallen into the flowers, and a few petals were stuck to his clothes. A few strands of his hair were scattered and rested on his neck. The black hair was twisted and stuck to his skin because of sweat.
Wu Zhen looked up at the sky. It was a fine day with a hot sun. It felt like fire burning people. The man carrying her was sweating a lot. Wu Zhen couldn’t help but blow a breath on her husband’s sweaty neck, and then watched his neck turn red, spreading from under his collar to behind his ears.
Wu Zhen propped up her chin, waiting for the red to fade, and then blew on it again. It happened again and again, and Mei Zhuyu couldn’t stand it anymore. He tilted his head slightly uncomfortably, causing Wu Zhen to laugh softly.
The sun was very strong and the weather was very hot, but the reason why Mei Zhuyu was sweating so much was not because of these things, but because of the person on his back. They were too close, and the soft body was completely leaning on him, and Mei Zhuyu felt nervous. He looked at the road under his feet, but his mind was in a mess. Many people said that Wu Zhen was more like a man, but when she lay quietly like that, leaning on something, she was still softer than anything else, like a light flower.
It was heart-pounding.
Before they went down the mountain, they saw a tea-selling woman carrying a bucket on a flat ground near the stone steps. Most of them lived nearby and made some sweet tea soup at home, carried it up the mountain, and sold it to thirsty pedestrians who came to the mountain to enjoy the scenery.
But that woman was different, because she was a monster, a monster registered in the East and West Monster Market. Monsters in the Monster Market would actually live with ordinary people everywhere in the city during the day. The idle man on the street corner, the woman washing vegetables by the canal, the children running on the street, and even the beautiful dancer with strange hair and eye colors in the Hu merchant caravan could all be monsters.
As long as they didn’t cause trouble or hurt people, Wu Zhen would allow them to live an ordinary life like that. Wu Zhen could feel the mark of the market on the woman’s breath, so she didn’t care. As a member of the market, the sturdy and simple woman naturally knew the Cat Lord. When they met on the road, she was a little nervous, wiped her hands quickly, and brought two bowls of sweet tea with red dates, dried osmanthus, and orange peel.
“It’s hot, My Lady and Gentleman. Have a cup of sweet tea to cool down.”
Mei Zhuyu saw that the tea-selling woman was a monster. Normally, he would not care, but the woman was too attentive, and he did not know whether it was good or bad. Thinking of his previous experience, he felt that something was wrong. In addition, with Wu Zhen by his side, he naturally had to be careful. So he thanked her, took a bowl of tea, and drank it first. When he found that the sweet tea was fine, Mei Zhuyu exchanged this bowl with the bowl in Wu Zhen’s hand that she had not drunk yet.
“This bowl is sweeter. I’ll give it to you.”
Wu Zhen took it, thinking that the young man was really considerate.
Mei Zhuyu took another sip of the bowl of sweet tea he got in exchange. Well, there was no problem with the tea. It seems that he was overthinking it.
The bull monster woman rubbed her hands aside and thought, “I heard that the Cat Lord is going to have a husband, and it seems that this man is the one. Such intimacy is really enviable. However, why do I feel that this man’s eyes are sharp and scary?”
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Tl note: Censor is the office originated in China, where, under the Qin (221–206 bc) and Han (206 bc–ad 220) dynasties, the censor’s function was to criticize the Emperor’s acts.
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