Wu Meiniang's eyes were filled with brilliance. She lifted up her skirt and looked as nimble as a girl. She trotted towards the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door was the handsome Zhao Wujiang. His eyes were clean and clear, much more lively than in the painting, and Wu Meiniang's cheeks quietly turned red again.

"Master Zhao, come in."

Zhao Wujiang closed the door and handed the lantern to Wu Meiniang with a smile on his face.

Wu Meiniang took the lantern, her eyes were full of color. Although the lantern was not bright and colorful, she was extremely happy.

She smelled the faint smell of alcohol on Zhao Wujiang's body, wrinkled her nose slightly, and went to pour Zhao Wujiang a cup of tea.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Zhao Wujiang took a sip of tea. His mouth was fragrant and his mouth was sweet. He praised: "Well! The tea brewed by the empress is better than the queen. Can you teach me someday?"

"Okay." Wu Meiniang responded, feeling excited... Of course I am better than Queen Wang!

Zhao Wujiang glanced at the table and found a painting on the table, which was painted for him by Wu Meiniang.

He walked forward and looked sideways at himself in the painting.

"Why did the empress peek at Wei Chen's portrait in the middle of the night?"

Wu Meiniang found out that Zhao Wujiang saw the painting on the table. She felt ashamed and hesitated: "I...I found...um...I found that this painting needs to be modified. I have nothing to do. Make corrections by candlelight..."

Her voice became softer and softer, and she felt her cheeks getting hot.

At this moment, Wu Meiniang is holding a lantern, and the candlelight is flickering in the room. She is wearing a sky-blue dress, her exquisite face is lightly painted with powder, her cheeks are pink, and her expression is angry. She is like a fairy in a painting, elegant, refined and extremely charming.

Zhao Wujiang blurted out: "If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moon at Yaotai."

Wu Meiniang felt Zhao Wujiang's gaze and heard the familiar "Qing Ping Diao". She remembered that this poem was written by Zhao Wujiang personally for her during the harem poetry meeting.

Her heart was filled with ripples, her reason was restraining her emotions, and she let out a long sigh.

The two of them were silent for a while, and the atmosphere was a bit charming.

Zhao Wujiang was the first to break the silence and said: "Go for a walk in the garden?"

Wu Meiniang nodded obediently and hummed softly.

Under the stars and moon.

Zhao Wujiang held a lantern and walked side by side with Wu Meiniang in the Zhaoyi Palace Garden.

In the dark night, insects chirped in the garden from time to time, and the breeze kept blowing their hearts.

The vegetation looked like twisted black shadows and ghosts in the dark night. Wu Meiniang felt a little timid and couldn't help but get close to Zhao Wujiang. Their clothes rubbed against each other, and she felt much safer in her heart.

The two of them walked to the pavilion in the garden. Zhao Wujiang dusted off the stone chair with his sleeves and asked Wu Meiniang to sit down. Then he sat aside and placed the lantern on the stone table.

The dim yellow halo spread, and both of them could see the hazy color on the other's face.

Wu Meiniang kept grasping the hem of her clothes with both hands, and inexplicable emotions arose in her heart, but reason kept beating her heart.

"Master Zhao, can you tell me the story behind you?" Her red lips were slightly opened, and her voice was like a spring breeze blowing on her face.

"Yes, yes."

Zhao Wujiang put his head in his hands and leaned on the back of the chair, his whole person exuding a sense of laziness and casualness, "But next time, I want to hear your story?"

Zhao Wujiang spoke slowly, his voice full of magnetism and stirring in the atmosphere.

Wu Meiniang's heart beat two times faster, her expression was unclear in the haze, and she let out a light hum.
Chapter completed!