"Miss Zheng, look, this is a newly produced brocade from the Jin family in Hexi. It took twenty weavers a whole month to dye and dye such a brocade. It wears on you like smoke and mist. No one can compare to it. !"
The shopkeeper of the largest silk and satin shop in the capital, hunched over a little lady with slumped shoulders, smiled until his old face was wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.
He said this from the bottom of his heart without any adulteration.
No one in the world knows that the Zheng family in Xingyang has only one daughter in the lineage so far, and she has been raised like a jewel like a treasure.
Not to mention Mrs. Zheng's father is the chief assistant of Daliang, whose mother is from the Wang family of Langya. Although the family is in decline now, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.
Just such a noble lady who would avoid even a princess when she travels on a carriage, will marry the future most honorable master of Daliang Dynasty two months later, and become the crown princess of the royal catalog—
Which lady in Shangjing mentioned this Miss Zheng, wouldn't she be envious and jealous, wishing she could replace her with her own body
Let me tell you from the shopkeeper, in this world, there are blessed people who are held in the palm of God's hands.
It's just that this lucky person didn't seem very interested today, so she casually flipped through the cloth in front of her:
"And that's all?"
"That's all. There are two brocades in total this time, one is for County Lord Rongqin, and the remaining one is here."
"Rong Qin?"
Zheng Wan frowned and let her go first, "Forget it, shopkeeper, wrap it up."
Although the blue sky was too dark and dusty, it was still better than the ones she had in hand. The day after tomorrow, it would be a forest banquet, and it would not be beautiful for Rong Qin to come out on top.
The shopkeeper was speechless to himself, this piece of brocade covered with one tael of gold, to Mrs. Zheng's place, was just a makeshift. I can think of Zheng Shoufu's love for his daughter, and feel that it should be taken for granted. Even the Pearl of the South China Sea can be used as a pinball master, so how can he care about a mere piece of brocade.
The maid took the money bag to pay the bill, and Zheng Wan sat at the table drinking tea.
Before going out, it was still sunny and sunny, but now it was raining gradually, and layers of snow and ink were falling down, covering the roadside road with a layer of silver frost in a short while.
Zheng Wan also found a shivering little sparrow by the window, and was about to open the window to let it in to roast, but saw the carriage of General Zhen Guo's Mansion stop downstairs with a "wheeze".
Miss Jiang San, whom she met at the women's school yesterday, got out of the carriage and disappeared around the corner in a short while.
This is coming up.
The first floor of Jinxiu Village is for male guests, and the second floor is for female guests. There is a special staircase for female guests to come to the door. Judging by the posture of Mrs. Jiang San, I am afraid that they are here specially to find her.
Zheng Wan took a sip of the glass slowly, and when she heard a soft sound from the stairs, Jiang Sanniang came up.
"Miss Wan, I'm looking for you."
Zheng Wan didn't know when she became friends with Mrs. Jiang San. Xungui and the aristocratic family have always been two factions in the court:
"What is the third lady looking for me for?"
"Today's court meeting, the Holy Master has appointed a new national teacher. The chief assistant seems to be at odds with the national teacher, so he objected in court, and the Holy Master was punished to kneel at the Anju Gate."
The Anju Gate is the kneeling place of criminal ministers who have committed serious mistakes. If they hadn't been abandoned by the Holy Lord, they would never have the turn of a country's chief minister to kneel.
Thinking of what she had just seen and heard, Mrs. Jiang San couldn't hide the gloating at the corners of her mouth. She couldn't say... the position of the future crown princess could not be kept.
"National Division?"
To her surprise, Zheng Wan's expression was the same except that her face was slightly paler. She stared at her with a pair of glazed pupils, "What national teacher?"
Since the founding of the Liang Dynasty, there has never been heard of such an official.
The third lady Jiang was overwhelmed by her momentum for a moment, and she obediently spoke out: "...It is said that this Cui Guoshi has great fortune, unlike those god sticks in Taoist temples who are trying to gain fame... The Holy Master trusts him very much."
Zheng Wan was not as calm as Jiang Sanniang thought.
The word "National Teacher" fell into her ears, like a heavy rolling stone, which made her heart hurt for a while. Zheng Wan knew that her old problem of angina had recurred.
She has had this problem since she was a child, and the imperial doctor has invited her many times, but they couldn't find out the cause of the disease. They only said that "Miss Zheng is in good health and has no deficiencies." Coincidentally, her heart disease often occurs, It's all about the body.
According to her mother, this incident can be traced back to when she was three years old. Her father originally sought a job outside the city. Because of her sudden heart attack, she was worried that she would stay for an extra month. The avalanche killed and injured a lot of people, and if they went on the road normally, her father would probably be among those people.
The mother was afraid, but the father loved her more and more from then on, often hugging her and calling her "Fu Xing".
Zheng Wan subconsciously grasped the jade pendant around her waist:
"Where's my father?"
"... Mr. Shoufu is still kneeling outside the Anju Gate. I heard that he will kneel for five full hours..."
Five hours? Don't you have to kneel until night
The temperature of the warm jade climbed up from the palm and began to relieve her pain. Since Zheng Wan could remember, this jade pendant has been by her side all the time. When a heart attack occurs, she can feel better only by holding it.
Impatient to entangle with Mrs. Jiang San any longer, Zheng Wan called the maid and boarded the car directly to Anju Gate.
The Anju Gate is located at the second gate of the imperial city, connecting the inner and outer palaces. Kneeling is punished in front of this gate, and officials can be seen coming in and out. Make a big deal out of face.
Another hour had passed since the carriage passed through Anjufang from West Market and arrived in front of the city gate.
The rain stopped, but the snow fell more quickly, and Zheng Wan got off the carriage with the heater on. Even though she was wearing thick feathers, she was still shivering from the cold wind blowing on her face.
The guard checked the token and let it go.
The snow on the bluestone pavement had been shoveled clean, and the ground was wet. When Zheng Wan walked all the way from Zhengxuanmen to Anjumen, the pearl shoes under her feet were already half wet, and the cold air was seeping into them.
But when she saw the man kneeling in front of the door, her eye sockets were wetter than her feet.
Nuoda's Anju Gate, with six red-lacquered copper nails, was open. Officials came and went, and no one looked in front of the gate.
The father, who had always been a high-spirited man, knelt on the wet road with his back bent and knees. The dark purple court clothes were soaked and wrinkled and wrapped around his body. His temples were stained with snow and frost, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden.
Looking around with swords, guns, swords and halberds, Habayashi Lang guarded the left and right with guns and halberds.
Zheng Wan quickly walked a few steps:
"Aye—"
Zheng Zhai seemed to have heard his daughter's voice in a trance, and when he looked up, he saw his delicate daughter standing in the snow, her skirt was soaked in water, and she quickly put on a straight face:
"Wanwan, go back quickly!"
"I don't." Zheng Wan refused, "Aye is still suffering, how can my daughter go home with peace of mind?"
"Nonsense! This is a place where my daughter's family can come!"
Zheng Zhai was about to chase her away, but saw his daughter, who usually had half a bag of tears in her eyes, just knelt down straight, and her knee collided with the road, making a crisp sound.
"Wan Wan!"
"Aye, since the Holy Lord has punished me, the Zheng family, how can Wan Wan, as the daughter of the Zheng family, avoid it?" Zheng Wan bowed to the ground and worshiped from a distance. Spotted stains.
The stain stung Zheng Zhai's eyes:
"Suo Dai, help your young lady up yet!"
His daughter He should be the master of Tayutang Station Golden Hall, how can she get along with such filth
"Aye, don't worry," Zheng Wan turned her head and smiled at him, "After kneeling, Wanwan and Aye will return home together."
Zheng Zhai's eyes turned red suddenly, his throat was choked for a long time, and then he shook his head:
"Wan Wan—"
Before he finished speaking, he swallowed again, looking straight ahead, resentment and complexity appeared on that clear face almost at the same time.
"Aye?"
Zheng Wan subconsciously followed his gaze and looked forward.
Outside the red-painted tall and wide Anju Gate, among the heavy swords, guns, and halberds, there is a gentleman holding an ink umbrella, walking along the long jade-stairway, amidst clouds and snow, slowly coming.
Black hair and black pupils, wide robes and big sleeves, he doesn't look like a real person.
The Habayashi men lowered their noble heads one after another. Zheng Wan watched each other approaching, so close that he could see the smoke surrounding the umbrella handle clearly, and he was so close that he could clearly see what he was wearing...
Plain yarn unlined garment.
At the moment when everyone is wearing thick furs and heavy coats, he only wears a toga, the material of which cannot be seen, but it is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it looks like flying. The snow-colored sky fell on his pure white robe, giving off a shimmer. In the twilight, she could only see the chin like a jade carving and the beautiful jawline.
"You are Zheng Wan?"
Lang Jun's voice is beautiful, like the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, and the jade chime falling on the stream.
"Who are you?"
Zheng Wan opened her watery eyes and looked up. Before she could see clearly, her eyes hurt like needles, and she burst into tears.
Zheng Zhai propped up his body and blocked his daughter behind him:
"Cui Wang! It's not my daughter's fault for everything in the past. If you have any complaints, just come to the old man alone."
"Resentment?" The voice seemed to be puzzled, but even this doubt was extremely light, exactly the same as his cold and cold temperament. "That's all."
Shallow sigh was blown by the wind, and suddenly scattered into the vast snow field.
Zheng Wan subconsciously narrowed her eyes, but in an instant, that Leng Langjun had gone away. Looking far away, you can only see the corner of the toga being gently blown by the wind, and the long black hair hanging down, which can be seen from the back, which already makes people feel like an exiled immortal.
"Aye, is that Cui Wang?"
Mentioning Cui Wang, Zheng Wan subconsciously thought of the young man who hadn't grown up yet.
She was dressed in dusty blue clothes, soaked by wind and dust for an unknown amount of time, and even her face was blurred, but she could still recall those eyes, burning with hatred and contempt, crystal clear and extremely beautiful—as she usually is most beautiful. Love playing the stubborn black onyx.
If I remember correctly, the little beggar who held a broken jade pendant and dared to block her frame to propose marriage to her dignified Xingyang Zheng's daughter was called Cui Wang.
She also rewarded him with a board on the spot, and said: "Wishful thinking."
Zheng Zhai nodded, confirming her guess:
"Cui's little son has now been conferred the title of national teacher by the Holy Master, and he is my guest on the beam."
Zheng Wan opened her mouth and closed it again.
Fang's angina, which had been relieved, swept over with an unprecedented force. She clutched her heart, and only had time to shout: "Aye, I hurt."
The person slid down softly.
Zheng Zhai was taken aback, and hurriedly picked it up with his hands, but his knees had already lost consciousness due to sitting for a long time, and they fell down along with them straight.
Amidst the turmoil, Su Dai screamed:
"Miss! Mistress! My lord! Come quickly..."
Zheng Zhai waved his hand: "Leave me alone, hurry up and get the imperial physician!"
The Yubayashi men also rushed over, seeing Miss Zheng's face like gold paper, and her anger like gossamer, they panicked and rushed to find the imperial physician, and within half a cup of tea time, they rushed here wrapped in the imperial physician.
At this time, Zheng Wan had already been placed in the chariot. The imperial doctor came over to lift her eyelids, examine her tongue coating, and examined her pulse for a long time before she cupped her hands and said with a bitter face:
"The little lady is not sick."
"How can I be free from illness?! My son is crying in pain."
"The little old man is incompetent. I really can't find out what's wrong with the little lady. Why don't I go back to my house and lie down and see it tomorrow?"
Zheng Zhai looked at the sweating imperial physician thoughtfully, waved his hand, and asked Suo Dai and the imperial physician to follow the carriage to send their daughter back to the capital.
When the night rain was blowing and the wind was blowing, the heavy snow bent the green pines in the yard, Zheng Wan had a nightmare all night because of the sound of the wind and rain.
She dreamed that she was living in a book called "Sword Lord".
Jian Jun's name is very coincidental, also called Cui Wang.
Cui Wang also has a fiancée, the last generation of the Zheng family in Xingyang, Zheng Wan, whose name is Qingwu.