On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

There are at least fifteen small inns like Yuewu Restaurant in Beijing, if not twenty.

It is located at the corner of Xishi and Guangming Lane, covering an area of ​​only two acres. It is a three-story building with a plain and unpretentious appearance, without any makeup or rouge, without the slightest air of publicity. When you step into it, you will feel its plainness and unremarkableness.

If Fatty, Dehao and others saw this, they would definitely think that this restaurant is not worthy of Lin Zhen's status, but Lin Zhen felt a sense of warmth here.

The restaurant is small and somewhat cramped, with only ten weathered tables and chairs. The mottled marks on the tabletops tell the story of time, and the patches on the stools, carelessly sewn together, seem like the whispers of time, telling of the hurried and lingering moments of passers-by.

A few slender beams, made of ordinary material, were unremarkable, their surfaces covered with holes and scratches from nails, and in some places, they had become patinated. A counter, who knew how many years it had been used, was neatly arranged with abacus and yellowed account books.

I didn’t see the accountant, so I guess Yue Wu was the one doing the accounting herself.

This is not a place for the rich and powerful to drink and chat, but a place reserved for small-scale vendors, farmers who come to the city to sell fresh vegetables, travel-tired escorts, and neighbors.

Here, every brick and tile carries the warmth of ordinary life and tells unknown stories of the city.

Yuewu Restaurant is like a touch of gentleness in the hustle and bustle of the capital, welcoming those people who are short of money but have to work hard for life, giving them a bowl of hot rice and a touch of comfort.

There is no vanity or calculation, no intrigue, only the simple and real atmosphere of human life, flowing slowly.

When Lin Zhen entered, it was lunchtime, and there were many diners in ragged clothes, gathered in groups of three or five around the tables, laughing and making a lot of noise. However, when Lin Zhen appeared in everyone's sight, the laughter and joy stopped abruptly, and the hall fell silent instantly.

Ergou couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and shouted loudly to the busy waiter beside him.

"Little Second!"

"Here you are, soldiers. Would you like to stop by for a meal or stay the night?" The waiter spotted Lin Zhen with sharp eyes, but did not dare to speak to him directly. He only directed his inquiring gaze and words to the three men in military uniforms.

Ergou and Hou Chun didn't think anything of it, but Han Zhong frowned in displeasure at the name.

He always felt that he was bullying others by taking advantage of his power.

Ergou twisted his lips and waved his hand domineeringly: "Stop talking nonsense and serve the best wine and the best dishes to Lord Gou! And hurry up! I heard that your wife is quite pretty, so call her out and have her drink with our prince!"

The waiter looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment.

"Huh?!" Ergou's eyes flashed, and he glared fiercely, frightening the waiter so much that he trembled all over and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I'll do it right away!"

Lin Zhen found a table and sat down leisurely. Seeing this, another waiter hurried over and wiped the table again with trembling hands. Every movement revealed his cautiousness. After everything was ready, he tiptoed away with a smile on his face.

Ergou and his friends found another table and sat down.

The master and servant do not sit at the same table; that's the rule.

Mao Yuewu hurried over upon hearing the news, her expression hurried, the hairpin still unpinned in her bun, her body swaying with a hint of panic. When she reached Lin Zhen, she hurriedly and gently bowed, "My name is Yuewu, and I pay my respects to the Crown Prince."

Lin Zhen slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the woman.

She was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, tall, with long black hair cascading over her shoulders. There was a delicate and unobtrusive beauty mole under her left eye, which added a unique charm to her face.

Her skin was as white as jade, and her hands were lightly folded in front of her abdomen. The delicacy and softness revealed in her fingertips showed that she had never done any heavy work.

Although her name contains the word "魅", there is no charm or seduction in her every move. Instead, she is tightly wrapped in a long dress, dignified and elegant. Even her swan neck is wrapped in a layer of white gauze, without revealing a single bit of her body.

The original book doesn't give much information about Yue Wu, only briefly mentioning her when Mao Mengji is mentioned, without any in-depth description. The author also didn't arrange for her to be a concubine in Gu Beichen's harem.

However, when he saw her today, Lin Zhen felt a little strange in his heart, and thought that this woman was quite intriguing.

An interested smile appeared on his lips, and he asked naturally, "Are you General Mao's sister?"

Yue Wu bowed slightly and said in a gentle voice, "It is I, your concubine. I wonder why the prince has come here today?"

Lin Zhen smiled meaningfully: "Come to the restaurant, of course, to eat."

Upon hearing this, Yue Wu smiled and quickly agreed, "Uh, yes, yes, I'll prepare the best wine and food for you right away."

After saying that, Yue Wu shouted to the waiter, "Zhu Zi, quickly ask Lao Luo to prepare the dishes! Four cold dishes and four hot dishes, the best!"

"Got it!"

"Boss Mao, if you have nothing to do, could you please have a couple of drinks with me?"

"Uh..." Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Yue Wu's palms, and she unconsciously folded her hands tightly together.

She is the shop owner and also a well-known noble woman in this area.

Those wealthy businessmen, officials, and playboys with considerable wealth have all been here, and they all wanted to take advantage of her.

But Yue Wu never showed any disrespect to anyone.

The sentence she said most often was: My brother is a general, please respect yourself.

These words, like an invisible barrier, kept those who had ill intentions out one by one.

But things change unpredictably, and now the news that Mao Mengji was demoted to a commoner is spreading among the people.

This sudden change made those perverts who had restrained themselves in the past because of her identity become restless again, and they began to harass her under the guise of asking questions.

Yesterday, Lian Song, the son of the Minister of Works, came over and said he wanted to protect her. He even touched her in broad daylight. If Mao Mengji had not been there and stopped him in time, she would have suffered a great loss.

Now, Lin Zhen even made the unreasonable request of asking her to drink with him, which undoubtedly deeply touched her bottom line.

Yue Wu felt a mixture of emotions. Although this was not her wish, Lin Zhen was different from those scoundrels. He was the prince of a royal family, holding a distinguished position! He was a figure even the emperor couldn't control! Not to mention that he was about to become her younger brother's mentor, allowing him to return to the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Yue Wu couldn't help but clench her teeth secretly.

For the sake of my dream, what's the harm in drinking it even if it's a cup of poison?

There was a hint of amusement in Lin Zhen's eyes as he looked at her quietly, but he was in no hurry to urge her.

In fact, he didn't have too many thoughts in his mind. He just wanted to get closer to the Mao family, and secretly hoped to recruit Mao Mengji through Yue Lai.

Recalling that in the past, Cao Cao tried to win Guan Yu’s heart by giving him Red Hare, money, and beautiful women, but he still couldn’t keep his heart. In the end, he was able to defeat Guan Yu and Cao Cao was willing to let him go, thus creating a beautiful story.

Cao Cao was a great hero, but he could still do so much for his subordinates. I was just drinking with them. It was just a trivial matter, so why should I worry about it?