(It took three times before it was issued)

In the capital in early spring and February, when it comes to the time between Shenyou, the westerly sun has lost its warmth.

But the molten gold color is far more dazzling than at noon.

This wisp of golden light, through the peach blossom paper between the window grilles, into the house, and the heat on the wide wooden basin, blending with each other, more and more appear that this small world, both the mystery of the fairy world, and the relaxation of the world.

Zheng Haizhu immersed the entire body in the water.

Feeling the moment, she said to Zhu Yuewen, who was standing by the wooden basin, with satisfaction: "The water temperature is good, it's hard for you."

"It's not difficult, Madame is always punctual, and it is much easier for me to calculate the time to boil water."

Zheng Haizhu opened his eyes and looked up at the other party sideways: "Also, your arithmetic is very good, calculating hot and cold, it is easier than calculating the twelve equal laws."

Zhu Yuewen saw that after the woman finished saying this, he did not continue to look at him, but closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of bathing in the hot soup, so he asked, "Madame, does you listen to the piano?"

"Listen. The steel string piano that the emperor's eldest son gave you, is it easy to play?"

"That's how I wrote a new song. Missionary Tessie is right, the harp is easier to turn than the saucer zither."

The steel string piano that the two of them are talking about is the piano brought to Daming by the Italian missionary Matteo Ricci.

In addition to sending world maps, Western oil paintings, self-striking bells and other objects, Matteo Ricci also presented a piano that European royalty and nobles liked.

However, this is still the predecessor of the modern piano, only five feet wide, more than 40 keys, and a wooden box can fit it.

Because it was far less than the tall and ornate bell tower, and the Wanli Emperor had no interest in music, the tribute soon disappeared into the antique office north of the palace.

Last year, Zhu Youxiao returned to Beijing from Shandong, and Zheng Haizhu praised him in front of his father Zhu Changluo, praising him for daring to take the calf to top the local heroic, and attributed most of Qingtian's initial victory at the beginning to him.

Zhu Changluo Longyan Dayue, knowing that his son likes ingenious and complicated things, he passed on the word that the eldest son of the emperor can go in and out of the antiques and choose the objects he likes.

So, the piano given by Matteo Ricci was turned out by Zhu Youxiao.

"Master Zheng, you gave me a self-striking bell, this wooden box qin, give it to the musician you brought back, let him play it for you."

At this time, Zheng Haizhu, who was comfortable in his body, soon ushered in auditory pleasure.

Zhu Yuewen sat in front of the Luohan couch not far away, tapping the keys with a tinkling dong.

It's still a little seasoned tune, and the melody is not weird.

In the end, it was Zhu Zaiyu's high apprentice, because he understood the principle of the twelve equal laws, and quickly found the doorway of the piano.

Zhu Yuewen played four or five small tunes that he tried to write one after another before slowly standing up.

He is very sensitive to the time and has a good memory, and based on experience, he feels that the water in the basin is not warm enough.

"No need to add hot water, I've soaked enough, let's go to the couch."

Zheng Haizhu's tone is neither condescending nor flattering, but the semantics are clear, as in the previous few times.

Zhu Yuewen took the Songjiang cotton bath towel that had been prepared for a long time, wrapped it around the woman in front of her, wiped the remaining water droplets for her, and then hugged her directly.

The woman raised her chopsticks as if she were at the dinner table, and naturally bit down on the side of his neck.

When he arrived at the Luohan couch behind the piano, Zhu Yuewen felt that the lips had left the skin of his neck, and gently spit out the sentence "Let me be on it".

"Hmm." Zhu Yuewen agreed, and completely relaxed his back and lay on his back in the brocade.

The charcoal fire in the indoor copper basin is far less than each other's body temperature, and can provide heat for each other.

That enthusiasm comes from the inside out.

The flames transformed into countless butterflies, flapping their wings, covering the sky and the sun, forming a cocoon.

A few months ago, when this temporary cocoon room was built by Mrs. Zheng on her own initiative, Zhu Yuewen experienced distinct psychological discomfort afterwards.

His experience had made him understand that Madame was indeed the first time.

That's exactly what frustrated him.

For after a brief period of discomfort from the pain had subsided, the lady soon showed a demand equal to that of the man.

Moreover, after this demand has been satisfied, there is no subsequent emotion at all.

Madame would look him in the eye and express her feelings of pleasure, but when her breath was calm, she would gently tell him that she would not come for the next ten days, because she would never think of an accident and conceive a child.

"If you are ruthless, you won't be in love", Zhu Yuewen interpreted this meaning.

Thinking of his own identity and situation, he inevitably felt that his dignity had been compromised.

Wouldn't he be, with the empress a thousand years ago? , or nowadays the father-in-law likes to keep the little songs, there is no difference.

However, when Mrs. Zheng came for the second time, she saw his hidden indifference and awkwardness.

To Zhu Yuewen's surprise, Mrs. did not get angry or leave on the spot, but bluntly expressed her gratitude to him.

"Mr. Zhu, the woman is thinking about this in her heart, just like you men, there is nothing strange. I won't go to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and I won't choose a man who has business dealings or partnerships to do business, so you're really rare. You are a hermit of rhythm who has jumped out of the Three Realms, and you are the piano that can be smoothly transposed and solve my problems."

"So, Madame doesn't look down on me and treat me as a plaything?" Zhu Yuewen asked.

"You're completely wrong," Zheng Haizhu said, "I will only treat enemies as prey, and never harmless people as playthings. Mr. Zhu, your view of men and women should be as broad as your view of music. We don't just have two relationships: marriage or husbandry."

Zhu Yuewen calmed down: "Okay, I'll try."

So, from winter to spring, Zhu Yuewen slowly adapted to this relationship, and gradually realized the wonder.

There is no flounder love, no wives and concubines, no future for children and grandchildren, these words are said in the book to make the ears calloused, good fortune, in Zhu Yuewen's place, from distant to vain, and from vain to worthless.

The simple and pure comfort made him feel like he was flying in the air.

At this moment, after the two of them were finally satisfied again, Zheng Haizhu sat up wrapped in brocade, re-hairpinned the unkempt hairpin, and then said to Zhu Yuewen: "If someone really knows, I'm not afraid, even when I get to the emperor of heaven, I can also stand on the truth, I comb myself, I don't marry, it's not that I don't find a man to have a happy time." This move did not bring disaster to the country and the people, nor did it dismantle the marriage and dig up the grave, and the political opponents took it out and said that it was a personal vendetta for the communiqué."

Zhu Yuewen used his hand as a pillow and said slowly, "How can I be afraid? I'm not married, you are not married, in the Ming law, it is not written that this matter will go to prison, right? If you say that you are poked in the backbone, you can poke it, if you can break the backbone by gossiping, you don't need to send troops and horses when you fight ***, just find a few imperial histories to scold."

Zheng Haizhu smiled, remembered something, and said, "You wrote a big tune later, if you want to find a music class, I completely agree. Don't worry