After passing Qingluan and entering Liangzhu, we took the waterway, surrounded by green mountains on both sides. Seven or eight boats slowly arrived at the imperial city from Haizhan.
Before Mrs. Ji's birthday, Ji Liyou was waiting for another happy event.
The Meng family and the Ji family are obviously related to each other, so when the Meng family is happy, the Ji family will naturally come to help.
The two clans of Meng and Ji have established themselves in Liangzhu a hundred years ago and have supported each other. Although they have been tit-for-tat in the court over the years, the clans have still not broken off diplomatic relations, and the elders of the Jim and Meng families are also treated as brothers.
The more aristocratic a child is, the more rules he has to abide by.
The Meng family was busy working outside, and the Ji family also sent some people over. The servants kept walking back and forth, and everything was in order.
There was a clap of hands, "Da Sikong has arrived."
Another call came, "Da Sikong has arrived."
The head of the Meng family did not move and only asked a few juniors to greet him.
The carriage stopped outside the Meng Mansion. On this day, no one in Liangzhu knew that the Meng family was very happy.
The boy moved the chair and stool and stretched out his arms to pick up the person, "Master Ji Weiyang."
"Yeah." He nodded slightly.
He opened the curtain and went to pick up the woman in the carriage, "Ran Ran."
As soon as the Meng family members heard this name, they went to tell their servants to call the head of the family, and at the same time knelt down and said, "Greetings to Princess Tangshuo."
The woman had no choice but to become dignified and whispered to him, "If I had known better, I wouldn't have come."
"Who told you to follow me?" he replied.
After saluting, the brothers from the noble families winked at each other and each went to the mansion.
"How have you been living in Liangzhou these past few years?"
"Don't talk about me, have you been promoted again?"
…
The younger generation didn't have much hatred. The children of the eight aristocratic families in Liangzhu almost all studied and practiced martial arts together when they were young, and few of them were strangers to each other.
Ji Liyou arrived late in the end. He didn't want to come, but the old lady's implication was that she wanted everyone in the family to see him more.
He also thought about it and guessed that the old lady wanted him to return to Liangzhu.
The water will come and the earth will cover it up, let's just follow the old man's wishes for the time being.
Someone secretly asked, "Who is the young man who got off the sedan at the end?"
Only then did everyone look back.
He is a young man with a tall and straight figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He does not look sideways and is not afraid of the eyes of everyone.
One woman blushed and did not dare to meet his eyes.
When Ji Shanjing heard the Meng family ask him, he explained slowly, "He is a child of the Ji family who was raised in Bolu, Liang."
"It turned out to be him." Someone remembered.
I don't know if it was because of the Ji family's surname that the Meng family was extra polite to him, but it was a bit strange that they asked him if he was married.
Ji Shanjing frowned, obviously not satisfied with these warm greetings from the Meng family.
Someone whispered during the banquet, "Compared to Master Ji, he looks not inferior."
Ji Shanjing's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Ji Liyou didn't react at all, he only looked at the group of people watching the Meng family happily perform.
"Singing well." He said to Xie Li.
"Isn't Bolu there?" Xie Li asked him.
Ji Li smiled sadly, "Yes, there are some, but the singing is not as good as Liangzhu's group."
Xie Li clearly felt distressed for a while. During these days in the Ji family, some of the servants of the Ji family really respected him, all because he was a child raised outside and had no parents to protect him. One's provocation made the head of the family unhappy, and no one cared about him even when he was wronged.
It would be normal for him to lose his temper, but he is not. He always just smiles and passes by, as if he doesn't notice anything. But how can such a smart person be so numb to the core? If he is really in Liangzhu, I'm afraid they won't live to this age.
To him, the old lady's new look was a kind of disgrace.
Blessings must be carried with confidence. Ji Liyou is alone, with no helpers or backers in the Ji family, how can he gain a foothold
The women of the Meng family were really paying attention, and the ladies of the Meng family had no choice but to scold him a few times, but the women did not move their eyes away from Ji Liyou's face.
"It's really good-looking. Is there such a good-looking person?"
Another woman said, "I saw a picture of a student riding a horse in Azu's room, and there was a man who seemed to be carved from the same mold as him."
"Is the one you're talking about the one we secretly took out together last time?"
"yes."
"Oh, yes, yes, it is somewhat similar."
"The Zhao family has arrived."
The Zhao family was also welcomed in by the Meng family one after another.
Seeing that he was really singing well on stage, Ji Liyou dropped the lever in his hand and went out.
The women followed his slender fingers with admiring eyes, and saw with their own eyes that he threw the jade ring to the actors.
The slender fingers were as clean as pearls, no less soft than the woman's.
"Looking at your young age, have you ever performed a crowning ceremony?"
The head of the Meng family deliberately asked Ji Shanjing.
He saw Ji Shanjing's hostility towards Ji Liyou.
"It should be OK, Zai Bolu."
"It's a pity. If not, I can find time to do it for him."
Ji Shanjing smiled coldly, "When will the children of my Ji family bother Mr. Meng to worry about them?"
"I'm just saying, Master Ji, don't be angry."
Someone during the dinner spilled the drink and spilled it all over Ji Liyou.
Ji Liyou didn't get angry at all, he just asked him to find a side room to change his clothes.
When the women saw him walking away with his clothes fluttering, they all wanted to follow him.
Jie Li followed him, not daring to look back at all, "Sir, did you see that?"
"What?"
"There are not many female relatives invited by the Meng family today who don't look at you."
"Oh, I see." He said.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, Xie Li looked at the young master, his face was slightly drunk, and his snow-white skin was a bit charming.
"It's time to change into thinner clothes. I'm too hot from drinking and eating." Ji Li said worriedly.
Xie Li held on slightly, but for a moment his hand seemed to be pricked by something, and he immediately let go, "Si—"
"What's wrong?" Ji Liyou asked him.
He shook his head, "What kind of insect did you touch? I always feel prickly on my hands."
"Then don't help me, I'll go change alone." He said as he approached the door.
He closed the door with his backhand.
He felt a little dizzy and sat on a chair in the wing to fan himself.
"How did you get in?"
The storyteller came out and said, "Follow the Zhao family."
"Where's Tumo?"
"Go where he belongs."
"Meng Jue and Cong Jing'er, Tumo and Cong Jing'er, why did the former get married?"
"How do I know?" the storyteller sat beside him.
Ji Liyou rubbed his head, "Forget it, it's none of my business anyway."
"Headache?"
"Well, the imperial city's wedding wine is a bit too strong."
The storyteller laughed, "It's not that the wine is strong, it's that you can't drink more than a few glasses. You used to drink one glass, but now you're better. You drink three or four glasses before you drink."
Ji Liyou looked at him sideways, "I haven't seen you these past few days, where have you been?"
The storyteller put his hand between his forehead and said, "Whorehouse."
Ji Liyou slapped him open.
"Why, have you grown up?" the storyteller asked.
"I have a headache, don't touch me."
"Let me take a look." He touched his forehead again, but he avoided it.
Hearing the movement in the wing, Xie Li hurriedly asked, "Did the young master fall?"
"No." Ji Liyou's voice came out.
Only then did he realize that he was afraid, "I was wrong."
Pulling on the storyteller's clothes.
"I'll let you go first, and then we'll talk slowly when we return to Bolu. You've been at Ji's house for a few days, and your temper has gotten worse." He said behind Ji Liyou's ear.
Xie Li said, "Sir, we are going to worship at the front. We have to go there. Have you changed your clothes?"
"Well, I'm going out now."
The storyteller let go of him and disappeared in a flash.
A perfect match is made in heaven, and a pair of beautiful ladies bow to each other in the hall.
Ji Liyou stood among the guests and saw Tumo not far away.
If the bride saw his Yongtu Shangda face today, I wonder if she would be able to think of the entanglement between the two in the previous life.
He stayed with her as a doctor for half his life, trying his best to diagnose and treat her diseases, and he was also trying his best to protect his noble Princess Hui'an.
Cong Jing'er is just Cong Jing'er in this life, and Princess Hui'an has nothing to do with her.
Just watching the person he loved walking towards another man, how painful was Tumo's heart? Ji Liyou couldn't help but tremble, "It's too torturous."
Neither Yongtu Shangda in the previous life nor Princess Hui'an in the previous life did anything wrong. One should have been a horse running on the grassland, and the other should have been a golden branch and jade leaf that will be raised in a golden cage for a lifetime.
After three bows, a breeze suddenly blew up in the Meng Mansion, carrying flower petals.
The wind blew the petals into the hall, and Ji Liyou reached out to catch them. It was the Motuo flower.
Medog flowers on the grassland.
This is Princess Hui'an's favorite.
Ji Liyou was suddenly shocked because he had seen Tumo naked from the waist up and taking a bath in the backyard during the hot summer. At that time, there was a Motuo flower on his back.
Yongtu Shangda never gave Princess Hui'an Motuo flowers, and he never cared about what Princess Hui'an liked or disliked.
Only one person gave Princess Motuo flowers in Hui'an.
It was the medical practitioner who had been treating Princess Hui'an, who traveled thousands of miles to accompany Princess Hui'an to the unknown medical practitioner in Donghu.
Could it be...
Ji Liyou glanced at the storyteller, and his eyes told him the truth.
Sure enough it was wrong.
Ji Liyou thought that by looking at their faces one by one, he could connect the past and present lives, but faces can be deceiving.
If Tumo is the one who really loves Princess Hui'an, then he should be practicing medicine.
In other words, the identities of practicing medicine and Meng Jue were interchanged.
Ji Liyou couldn't accept this reality, so he slowly withdrew from the crowd.
Wandering aimlessly alone on the street, no one knows what happened to them.
But he still remembered the pain of Princess Hui'an and her unwillingness, resentment, hesitation and fear when she was dying.
How could such a woman marry him again
Yongtu Shangda should not be entangled with her for the rest of his life.
As for practicing medicine, after protecting the princess all his life, he should stand upright in front of her for once and use another identity.
The storyteller followed, "What's wrong with you?"
"Tumo is not Yongtu Shangda, did you know that?"
"Know."
"Why is Princess Hui'an still with Yongtu Shangda this time? I don't understand. Who is holding the red string? Why is it not open at all?"
"You have to ask Yue Lao about this."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunder above his head.
"It's not good to speak ill of someone behind their back." The storyteller laughed.
"Why did Tumo appear next to Princess Hui'an?"
"It's just a disaster."
"Calamity?"
"Yes, great immortals and small gods, who doesn't have to go through tribulations?"
"So Princess Hui'an is just a disaster he has experienced?"
"You can understand it that way."
"Isn't it too cruel to bring Tumo here to see her get married?"
The storyteller said no, "He came to see her for the last time, and he asked you to give the dagger to her, didn't he? That was to ask you to help her get married to him."
"Tumo, have you never been attracted to her?"
"If Princess Hui'an doesn't die, he won't be able to survive. As for whether he is tempted or not, I'm not Tumo, how can I know?"
"If you are not tempted, after hundreds of years, why do you still remember that she likes Medog flowers the most?"
"You only know that Princess Hui'an likes Motuohua, then do you know why she likes it?"
Ji Liyou shook his head, "How do I know?"
"The Motuo flower is a symbol of the grassland and is the most abundant flower in the Shiwei grassland. Wherever Yongtu Shangda's horse's hooves go, there will always be Motuo flowers." he reminded.
"So that's what happened."
"Cong Jinger and Meng Jue, will they torture each other to death this time like they did in the previous life?"
The storyteller said he didn't know, "Although I can predict things, it's only a momentary prediction. I don't know everything that will happen in the future. Everything in the world is changing. I don't know what their outcome will be this time."
Ji Liyou sighed, "Why did Tumo come to Sanqi Teahouse?"
The storyteller said word for word, "For today."
"What, just for today?"
"He wants to see Cong Jing'er marry Meng Jue with his own eyes."
"Why?"
"Most of the time, a woman's hatred comes from love. There is no love or hatred. When she was dying, she may not really have only resentment towards Yongtu Shangda. Have you ever thought about it? Maybe, she was reluctant to let go."
"So Tumo is helping her?"
"You should be able to say so."
"This price is too heavy. He has been by your side for all these years, only to marry Meng Jue today."
"You think it's not worth it?"
Ji Liyou didn't answer.
The wind in the hall blew off the bride's hijab, and Xiyu hurriedly put it back on.
Cong Jing'er saw a person standing in the crowd, looked at him for a moment, and slowly withdrew his eyes.
As the night progresses, the guests outside are still eating and drinking.
The groom walked in drowsily and soon took off the bride's hijab.
Cong Jing'er pulled out the dagger at hand, thought for a moment and said, "Do you still want your dagger?"
Meng Jue said, "If I give it to you, it will naturally be yours."
That day he fell into the water in Haizhan and was rescued by fishermen on a boat. On the boat were the female members of the Cong family who were out for fun.
The female relatives were frightened and asked the fishermen to throw him down, fearing that it would be broken by water pirates along the coast.
Only Cong Jing'er stepped forward, looked at his palms and clothes, and said, "Probably not."
She asked her servants to get him some hot tea to keep him warm, and gave the fisherman some money to thank him for saving the man's life.
Then he woke up and fell in love with her at first sight, but she didn't look at him again. She just said, "I gave the fisherman two taels of silver, fed you a bowl of tea, and changed your clothes. It costs about ten taels of silver."
He couldn't help but laugh. He had never seen a woman who loved money so much.
After touching his body several times, he didn't find a single tael of silver.
"I… "
"You don't have any money on you," Cong Jing'er said.
She had long known that he had no money and was just deliberately making things difficult for him, but he didn't know why she had such deep hostility now that she had saved him just now.
"this is for you."
She glanced at the dagger and said, "I am a daughter, what do I need your dagger for?"
"If you dig out the gems on the dagger, you can collect ten taels of silver." He said deliberately.
She couldn't help but smile.
(End of chapter)