"Isn't the Marquis coming out yet?" Yang Muyun asked.

"My father said he would go back later," Zheng Yu said, "sending someone over to tell him not to wait for him."

"Uh, then you..."

"I'm waiting for you." Zheng Yu blinked and noticed a few red and blue silk threads protruding from his cuffs. "What is this?" He stretched out his hand, twisted the thread, and pulled out a huge purse. Purse

The embroidery was very delicate, and the two fishes playing in the water looked lifelike. A black line suddenly appeared on Miss Zheng's pretty face, but luckily it was hidden by the mask.

"Well, this is..." Yang Muyun hesitated, not knowing how to explain it.

"You are so courageous," Zheng Yu's eyes flashed, "You even dare to hook up with women in the palace. Aren't you afraid of being beheaded by the king?"

"It's not like that..." Yang Muyun became anxious and told him exactly what happened in the palace.

Zheng Yu's eyes widened in surprise, "You said Wu Clan Yuyao actually met with you in private?"

"She said she wanted to thank me," Yang Muyun said, "and then asked her maid to give me this thing."

"This is quite interesting," Zheng Yu took the purse and tossed it in her hand. "For those who don't know, I would think that the relationship between you is quite ambiguous... Well, it's so heavy!" She shouted and shook her hand.

He squeezed it in his hand and asked, "It's quite hard inside. What is it?" She glanced at him.

"I don't know," Yang Muyun said with an indifferent expression, "If you are interested, you might as well open it and take a look."

"I'm not interested," Zheng Yu threw the purse back to him and rolled her eyes, "I'm not like you. I'm not interested in seeing the things other women give you!"

Yang Muyun reached out to catch it, smiled, and put the purse back into his sleeve. He cupped his hand towards Zheng Yu and was about to turn around, but she stopped him.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"It's getting late," Yang Muyun looked up at the darkening sky, "I have to find a place to stay first, otherwise I will miss Sutou."

"What did you say?" Zheng Yu rolled his eyes, "Are you going to stay in a hotel?"

"Then what do you think I'm going to do?" Yang Muyun touched his nose.

"You are not a citizen of Dai Viet," Zheng Yu said, "Do you have a bamboo talisman license plate issued by the Ministry of Education?"

"Oh, that's not true." Yang Muyun thought to himself that the bamboo talisman license plate should be something like the Ming Dynasty Road Guide.

"Then you come with me honestly," Zheng Yu glanced at him and said in a slow tone: "This place is better than anywhere else. Don't open your mouth and be escorted to the Jingfusi Yamen by someone who thinks you are a spy."

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"Well, then I would like to thank you, Miss." Yang Muyun bowed deeply towards her.

Zheng Yu laughed, glanced at him and said, "You are poor now, I'm just afraid of getting you into trouble."

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Like the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the residences of Annan's high-ranking officials are all located in the east area of ​​the city. Zheng's residence is not too big, with only five entrances. I heard from Zheng Yu that their family has several large residences outside the city.

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As soon as Zheng Yu and Yang Muyun entered the house, they took him directly to see his mother.

Mrs. Zheng is not too old, she looks to be less than forty years old. She has a dignified appearance and is dressed just like the ladies of the Ming Dynasty. She is wearing a purple satin flowered mandarin, and her long hair is tied up with a purple ribbon.

Pinned with a jade hairpin, she looked casual and generous. Her eyes couldn't help but look at Yang Muyun, which made his heart tremble.

"Master Yang is really a talented person," Mrs. Zheng praised, "I wonder who else is in the family?"

Before Yang Muyun could answer, Zheng Yu rushed to say: "Auntie, they just came to our house, how can they interrogate people like this? You see, they are a little embarrassed.

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"I'm just asking casually," Mrs. Zheng glanced at her daughter, "Why, aren't you allowed to ask these questions?"

"Let's ask these questions later," Zheng Yu coquettishly took her arm and said, "Mom, I'm a little hungry."

"The food is ready," Mrs. Zheng glanced at her, "Your father hasn't even come back yet!"

"The king and his ministers are holding a banquet in the palace to celebrate my father's victory!" Zheng Yu said: "Will you still go home with an empty stomach to eat?"

"Then we have to wait for him to come back," Mrs. Zheng looked at Yang Muyun, "If you can't wait, just take Mr. Yang to the side hall for dinner!"

"Thank you, Auntie!" Zheng Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and winked at Yang Muyun.

"Thank you madam," Yang Muyun bowed slightly, "I'm not hungry yet, so just wait here for the Marquis to come back!"

This sentence made Mrs. Zheng's eyes brighten, while Zheng Yu's eyes changed.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zheng did not ask about Yang Muyun's family affairs anymore, but talked about some customs of the Ming Dynasty, how to get acquainted with Zheng Yu, etc.

With Zheng Yu by his side, there was no need to cover up anything for Yang Muyun.

The three of them were talking when they suddenly heard a child's voice outside shouting: "Sister--"

Yang Muyun raised his eyes and saw a boy with a tiger-like head running in. He was about seven or eight years old, with a gold collar around his neck, and a pair of big eyes that glanced at everyone in the hall.

"Ah Hao, are you here?" Zheng Yu stood up.

"Sister, you miss me so much." The boy was so happy that he rushed over and hugged his sister.

"Ah Hao," Mrs. Zheng said with a straight face, "there are guests here, so don't be so naughty."

"Sister, who is he?" The boy looked at Yang Muyun, winked at Zheng Yu and asked.

"He is my friend," Zheng Yu ticked the boy's round nose and introduced to Yang Muyun: "Muyun, this is my brother, Zheng Hao."

Yang Muyun smiled at the boy.

"What's his name?" the boy asked.

"His name is Yang Muyun, just call him Brother Yun!" Zheng Yu teased him.

"Oh, his surname is Yang," the boy sucked his finger and rolled his eyes, "Then why don't you let me call him Brother Yang?"

The boy's sweet words made everyone in the hall laugh.

"Okay, call him whatever you like." Zheng Yu said with a smile.

Zheng Hao's eyes moved around the hall again, "Where are dad and brother?"

"They haven't come back yet." Zheng Yu said seriously.

"Oh..." Zheng Hao stopped talking.

At this time, a servant came in, bowed to Mrs. Zheng and said: "Madam, the master and the eldest young master are back."

Mrs. Zheng stood up quickly and said excitedly: "Ayu, Ahao, come with me quickly."

"Mu Yun, will you come with me too?" Zheng Yu said with a hopeful look on her face.

Yang Muyun hesitated for a moment and nodded.

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Zheng Ke came back with Zheng Zhao. As soon as he walked in, Zheng Ke picked up his youngest son Zheng Hao and kissed him again and again.

Food was placed in the hall. Although Zheng Ke came back from the banquet, he still sat with the whole family. Mrs. Zheng specially served a bowl of hangover soup and brought it to her husband. Surprisingly, Zheng Ke asked someone to add some sobering soup to Yang Muyun.

Got a seat.

After Yang Muyun sat down with some restraint, he was surprised to find that Zheng Yu had taken off her mask at some point. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked even more charming, with a face as beautiful as Shunhua.

family

It had been a long time since we had been together, and the atmosphere at the family dinner was very lively. Zheng Ke was so happy that he asked Mrs. Zheng to pour wine.

"Master Marquis," Mrs. Zheng advised: "You have drank a lot in the palace, forget it now!"

"Huh?" Zheng Ke said with some displeasure: "What does it matter if I drink a few less drinks? It's not a march to fight. Besides, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Mrs. Zheng had no choice but to pour a glass of wine and bring it over.

"Mu Yun," Zheng Ke raised his wine glass, "Here, you and I have a drink first."

"Master Marquis, please!" Yang Muyun held up the filled wine glass with both hands and said respectfully.

The two drank it all in one gulp.

"How does this wine taste?" Zheng Xiao asked.

"Good wine, good wine," Yang Muyun nodded repeatedly, "It's mellow and fragrant, with a long aftertaste that makes people want to linger on it!"

"This is the royal wine given by the king," Zheng Ke laughed and said, "Few people in the whole of Vietnam can drink it."

"I am so lucky to have this honor in the Marquis's Mansion."

Zheng Ke stood up and came to him, patted his shoulder and said meaningfully: "Mu Yun, as long as you stay in Dai Viet with peace of mind, with your ability, it will not be difficult for you to become a marquis or prime minister."

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Marquis," Yang Muyun hurriedly stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I'm..."

Zheng Ke patted him hard again, interrupted him and said: "Don't worry, if you and I drink at the same table, we are a family. Treat Ayu well from now on, and the future will be limitless!"

Yang Muyun was startled, "Isn't Mr. Hou drunk?" He glanced at Zheng Yu and saw her shyly lowering her head.

"Sister, why are you blushing?" Xiao Zheng Hao asked in a very ignorant manner.

"Where is it?" Zheng Yu turned her pretty face to one side.

"Dad," Zheng Zhao said, "Ruan Chi didn't give you any trouble at the banquet, right?"
To be continued...