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Chapter 227 Saving the Wife - Meeting the Wife

Du Ruo is not good at talking on weekdays. He spends most of his time in his own yard researching and developing herbs. Everyone only sees his outward coldness but fails to discover his inner passion.

Zhao Mingfeng turned his head to look at Zhou Leng with a scrutinizing look in his eyes. He saw that the other party's eyes were wide open, his face was a little flushed, and he seemed very excited, so he smiled with satisfaction.

Zhao Mingfeng whispered:

"Brother Du is indeed a wise fool. I know that not everyone has the world in mind, but now Zhenliang Pavilion has become the balance between the government and the martial arts world. Brother Du should know that whether it is a martial arts fight or a war, apart from the warriors, there are only doctors. How will Zhenliang Pavilion deal with it at that time?"

Zhou Leng thought about the destruction of Panxi Town two years later, and wondered how she could break the impasse.

Zhao Mingfeng's words made him feel very strange. He didn't understand what the other party meant today. Could it be that just because he diagnosed the other party's physical problem, he changed the original course of things?

Zhou Leng could only wait and see. He answered according to his original character:

"If the Zhenliang Pavilion is in trouble, I will go through fire and water without hesitation. However, what position is Mr. Zhao from when he explains this matter? How is the Zhenliang Pavilion, how is the pharmacy, and even how is the world? These are not things that you and I, two husbands in the backyard, can discuss. If Mr. Zhao is in good health and does not need a prescription, then I will take my leave first."

Zhao Mingfeng stood up, clasped his fists and saluted, then said, "I am sorry to bother you today. Brother Du, please do as you please."

Zhou Leng looked at him deeply, then turned and left.

After a while, a woman walked out from behind the screen.

The person had black eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a round face and a small nose. Her appearance was only average, and she didn't even have much temperament. If you didn't look at her clothes, she wouldn't attract any special attention if she was in a crowd.

The woman had her hair in a complicated bun and wore a dark red long skirt embroidered with colorful butterflies and large clusters of flowers. She wore a plain tight-fitting, narrow-sleeved Confucian robe inside her upper body and a light green half-length gown embroidered with plain flowers outside.

This woman was Du Mengran. Her voice was somewhat special, like a smoker's voice. She said with satisfaction:

"I never thought he had such medical skills. He is a loner and taciturn. I never thought he was so loyal to the Du family. I only took him into my backyard because he was handsome and built my reputation as a lecher. But are you sure you want him to go to Nanzhou instead of you?"

Zhao Mingfeng saw his wife walk out from behind the screen. He did not greet her. After hearing what she said, he said with certainty:

"Today I found that Du Ruo is very smart. Although his mind is simple, it is also meticulous. More importantly, there is no better candidate. Zhenliang Pavilion seems to be an iron barrel, but in order to prevent the news from leaking, I must go to Panshi Town in person. He and Pang Sheng are equally skilled in the art of medicine. In this case, Du Ruo is naturally more trustworthy. Moreover, Shan Hao is going with him on this trip to Nanzhou. Du Ruo's going there will be more trustworthy to those people than if I go."

After hearing this, Du Mengran reached out and stroked the hairpin on her head and said:

"In this prosperous and flourishing world, peace and tranquility make people feel more comfortable. But the hairstyle you asked them to make for me is a bit too heavy, which makes it inconvenient to discuss with others or to practice medicine for them."

Zhao Mingfeng suppressed his smile and said comfortingly:

"Just bear with it for a few days. You should cultivate your relationship with Shan Hao during these few days. After all, the entire Zhenliang Pavilion knows that you and Shan Hao are a perfect match, and you are deeply in love."

After hearing this, Du Mengran let out a long sigh and said with emotion:

"If it weren't for those conflicts of interest, Shan Hao would have been a really good husband. What a pity."

After saying this, the woman walked out gracefully.

Zhao Mingfeng watched her back as she walked away, then he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket. There was a plum blossom embroidered on the edge of the handkerchief. He gently stroked the color that was no longer bright. He had paid too much for this world!

However, after Zhou Leng returned to his yard, he devoted himself to cultivation. His original body was quite diligent, but his skills were not good. Zhou Leng, who knew many cultivation skills, found the one that was most suitable for his original body and then began to enter a state of meditation.

During dinner, someone knocked on the door.

It turned out that the servant asked Du Fulang to go to the main hall for dinner.

Zhou Leng stood up and stretched her muscles, then left without caring about the wrinkles on her clothes. She thought that all the masters would be dining in the main hall, but when she arrived, she found that only the wife and the single husband were there. He simply bowed and sat down without saying anything.

Although it was just a glance of surprise, Zhou Leng saw Du Mengran's ordinary appearance clearly. He also looked carefully at the man beside her.

How to describe it? It was another handsome man, with three-dimensional facial features, a straight nose, thin eyebrows and eyes, and sunken eye sockets, giving people a deep feeling. He was wearing a white straight-hem gown, a red silk ribbon and a plain large belt around his waist, and a small crown on his head, looking like an immortal.

Zhou Leng said that it was another day of envying his wife. It seemed that he could only sleep while touching his chest muscles tonight.

Du Mengran lowered her brows slightly when she saw the other person sitting down. If she hadn't heard Du Ruo's passionate expression of emotion today, who would know what he was thinking as he ignored everyone every day and indulged in reading books and taking medicine?

After the food was served, Zhou Leng also ate according to his original body's preferences.

After dinner, Zhou Leng was drinking tea and rinsing his mouth when he was about to leave.

Du Mengran suddenly said:

"Du Fulang, I'm going to Nanzhou to attend the Seven Sects Exchange Conference in a few days. Can you and Haohao go with me?"

When Shan Hao heard this, he turned his head and looked deeply at Zhou Leng. He thought that bitch Zhao Mingfeng would accompany him. It seems that what the maid said today about the wife and Mr. Zhao having a dispute was true?

Zhou Leng said, "My dear wife, how long will it take for you to return? The herbs in my garden cannot be left without you."

The two people opposite twitched their lips together.

Du Mengran smiled and said:

"I'll have the pharmacy send someone to take care of your herbs. You don't have any servants in your courtyard, which is inconvenient on weekdays. I think we'll do it tomorrow. The pharmacy has a few talented children this year. You can choose two. They can help you take care of the herbs and learn some practical medical skills from you."

Zhou Leng did not refuse this time. He did not want to dig the ground every day like Du Ruo. He was a handsome man. He bowed and thanked her: "Thank you, my wife."

Shan Hao said in a sour tone: "Mengran, now that brother Du is here, you have forgotten about me."

Zhou Leng got goosebumps listening to the other party's coquettish words, and he could only lower his head and remain silent.

Du Mengran held Shan Hao's hand and said:

"You are just jealous. Let's go. We are only halfway through copying the paintings we copied at noon. Let's go together."

The two men walked past Zhou Leng hand in hand intimately, until their figures disappeared, Zhou Leng walked back to his house seemingly depressed.

At this time, Zhou Leng no longer envied Du Mengran. It was good to be a husband. Not every man was so lovable.