Eighteen brides and eighty langs, with pale hair and red makeup.

The mandarin ducks are made into a double night, and a pear flower presses the begonia.

Du Wu kept this poem in his mind, and he felt like the eighty lang who was ridiculed. As a modern man in the 21st century, taking a concubine has never had this kind of thought in his mind, although this was a common thing in the Han Dynasty two thousand years ago.

The king was invited to see the date, and it was set for the sixth day of the next month, saying that it was appropriate to marry. Du Wu didn't care much about this matter, so he followed Wang Mang. It's just that lately the pipa has started to become a little shy and timid. Every time he served Du Wu, his face was red, and his half-moon-shaped eyes became more and more fascinating. The maids and cooks in the house also began to tease her from time to time, saying that she had been refreshed recently, and that she was able to marry her husband as a concubine because her ancestors had accumulated virtue. The pipa, which used to be sharp-toothed, would not argue with others at this time, but just walked away with a smile or went to do something, which caused everyone to snicker again. Of course, there is envy and jealousy in that smile.

After Du Wu returned from Qingzhou, he was idle. After all, Wang Mang did not ignore Lin Lan, and after seeing the opposition hidden in the court on the occasion of his dereliction of duty, he turned the big thing into a small matter, and put all the killings of the bus commander and the northern army on Zhang Mazi and Xiaobai face, and let the court lieutenant issue an arrest warrant and send it to the thirteen states of the country and each large and small feudal country. Lin Lan also understands the officialdom culture of returning the favor, so after obtaining the pardon, he wrote to ask for Du Wu's official position, Wang Mang of course understood that Wang Zhengjun would not bother with such a trivial matter at all, and returned to the harem with a sentence of the Han envoy. At this time, Wang Mang was even more prosperous, and it was easy to arrange an official position. After thinking about it carefully, he arranged an official position of a doctor for Du Wu, who was directly subordinate to the sacrificial wine, with a rank of six hundred stones, and was in charge of educating the royal disciples.

Rhubarb obediently lay beside Du Wu and wagged his tail. It hadn't seen Du Wu for more than a month, and it missed it very much. Now the four-year-old rhubarb looks more majestic, and its position in the Great Sima Mansion is becoming more and more stable. When it first came, it has been living with Du Wu, it is attached to Du Wu, Du Wu is also attached to it, so it can always eat the meal that Du Wu specially saved for it, and then Du Wu became the master of Wang Shu, and the status of rhubarb has also risen sharply, and the master of the kitchen always sets aside some food for it alone, although the crazy little girl often chases herself around, but she will often bring it her favorite bones, in its opinion, it is already the best in the world, until one day a fat cook came, It can often eat all kinds of bones and leftovers, in less than a year, the whole body is round and moist, and the little girl who is hurt is holding a big knife every time to compare with herself, hum, I know you don't have the courage to start, at most cooperate with you. At this time, Du Wu was sitting in the courtyard admiring the moon. In the early summer night, the cool breeze blows, and all kinds of insect chirping come and go, sometimes pleasant, sometimes sharp, the breeze blows, and the white clothes float a few times. There was a rustling sound of walking from behind, and without thinking about it, I knew it was a pipa.

As usual, it is a bowl of millet porridge and two side dishes. "No alcohol tonight?" Du Wu turned his head and asked her with a smile.

"Sir, I've been drinking a little too much lately, so don't drink at night."

Well, Du Wu nodded, grabbed the pipa's hand, and the pipa's face turned red all of a sudden, and he quickly withdrew his hand, hid behind him, and shouted timidly: "Sir!" ”

Du Wu was slightly stunned, he didn't remember the last time he shook a woman's hand, he only remembered that the last time he was most impressed was in college, the two of them walked around the playground together, I don't know how many laps it was, he stretched out his hand to grab the girl's hand, the girl wanted to break free, but did not break free, he remembered that the girl's eyes were like a bent half moon that night, very beautiful.

Pipa saw that Du Wu had not made a sound for a long time, thinking that he had made him angry, so he stood up in a panic and lowered his head and called sir, Du Wu came back to his senses, and saw that she was so restrained, and couldn't help laughing: "Pipa, marry me, do you think it's a loss?" ”

Pipa was stunned for a moment: "How is it possible, sir, I don't know how many servants in the house envy me, Mr. is talented, he is the master of the Great Sima Mansion, and now he has an official position, he is an official of the imperial court, and he treats people kindly, even if he doesn't shout or scold his subordinates, how many people say that Pipa is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, and even the eldest lady said that if she can marry Mr. for a day, it is worth dying." ”

Du Wu was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head, in this life, it is no longer possible for him and Wang Yan. When he came back to his senses, he asked Pipa again: "But after all, I am so much older than you." ”

Pipa laughed out loud at once: "Sir, do you know how old the old Xinxiang Marquis was when he married the last concubine?" ”

"How old?"

"Sixty-two! His concubine was only fourteen, two years younger than me. This is what the Marquis of Xinxiang boasted to us the day before yesterday when he was drunk, sir, you really, haha......"

Finally, Du Wu also smiled, he couldn't help but think of a poem: A pear tree pressed begonia, haha, too, you can't always measure the ancients with the concept of the 21st century, that era was a crime, and now, it is fashion! Thinking like this, Du Wu suddenly felt that he was a little depraved and took it for granted.

Pipa felt that she did seem to be a little too much just now, and she was about to be Mr.'s concubine, so she leaned over: "Sir, Pipa knows her identity, and she never dares to think anything wrong." I used to think that it was a blessing for Pipa to be able to serve Mr. for a lifetime, but now the boss is gracious and allows Pipa to marry Mr. as a concubine, and Pipa can wake up with a smile in his sleep. The story that the gentleman told the eldest lady, I listened to Yeyan tell it over and over again. Pipa doesn't have any skills, and he can make some rice porridge and side dishes for his husband every day, and wash his clothes for him, and he is already satisfied. ”

Du Wu smiled and scraped the tip of the nose of the pipa, and the pipa stretched out its little tongue, and then was embraced by Du Wu. Sitting quietly for a while, Du Wu said softly:

Standing at dusk with me in my spare time, I smiled and asked Mr. Kewen for porridge. Thank you, Pipa.

In the outer courtyard, Yeyan hugged Wang Yan: "Miss, it's late at night, let's go back." ”

Wang Yan snorted, turned around and walked back, took two steps, turned back and asked Yeyan: "You say, who is standing dusk with me, and who is the porridge Kewen when I ask?" ”

After that, the two went back to Chenxiangyuan.