How did these two people collide...
Wei Luo immediately lost interest in drinking tea, sat up from the beauty bed, rolled her eyes, and asked, "What is Prince Jing here for?"
Zhao Jie said last time that he would come to the British government to propose marriage after healed up from his injuries, but now that he came over suddenly, could he really come to propose marriage? His injury healed so quickly? But why did he come here with people from Uncle Zhongyi's residence? If the two families collide and ask for marriage at the same time, what will others think of her
This is not possible, she was a little anxious, and quickly picked up the moon-white embroidered gold peony pattern sash and put it on, ready to go out to see the situation.
Fortunately, Bai Lan said in time: "I heard that His Royal Highness Prince Jing is here to see the Duke, it's not too important, there should be something to discuss."
Oh, she immediately relaxed and sat back on the couch. Immediately, another thing came to mind, and she raised her head to look at Bai Lan: "You just said that people from Uncle Zhongyi's residence came to discuss the marriage, so what's going on?"
Bai Lan came back from the main room just now, so she answered everything comprehensively: "It is Uncle Zhongyi and Mrs. Zhongyi who came to see Fifth Master to discuss your marriage with Young Master Song Hui."
Wei Luo was about to turn fourteen, and Song Hui had just finished the imperial examination, so it was time for their marriage to settle down. Uncle Loyalty and his wife thought at home for a few days before deciding to come to the British government today to discuss with Wei Kun when the marriage of the two children will be finalized.
Wei Luo had expected this day a long time ago, so hearing Bai Lan say that, she was not as anxious as before. After calming down and thinking about it, she asked Bai Lan, "Where's my father? Have you gone to see them?"
Bai Lan nodded: "The fifth master just passed away."
She propped her cheeks and frowned. If Wei Kun hadn't been there, she could have told him in advance not to nod and agree to the marriage so quickly. It's a pity that Wei Kun has already passed, and she didn't have a chance to say it. However, it's nothing to go there. Today is just a discussion, and it may not be settled. It may be just to inquire about the meaning of both parties. She raised her eyes and asked again: "Is Brother Song Hui here?"
Bai Lan said again: "Come on, Young Master Song Hui is also in the main room."
Wei Luo called Bai Lan to him, and whispered in his ear, "Stand outside the door of the main room and listen to what's said inside. Be careful, don't be discovered."
Bai Lan nodded cautiously, turned around and backed out.
Wei Luo stood in the green gauze cabinet and walked back and forth twice. It seemed that the matter between her and Song Hui could not be delayed any longer. When it is broken, it is broken, and it is still necessary to make it clear when it is time to make it clear. If it is delayed, it will be difficult to handle the marriage once it is really settled.
main room.
Wei Kun was sitting in the iron wood official hat chair, with Uncle Zhongyi Song Baiye and his wife on the left, and Song Hui on the right.
Song Hui was wearing a dark blue narrow-sleeved straight gown with grape-wrapped branches today, and a jade crown on his hair. If you really want to talk about the difference, it is probably that the smile in your eyes is deeper and softer. Holding a white-glazed hibiscus-patterned teacup in his hand, he listened quietly to Wei Kun talking to his parents, occasionally catching up with one or two sentences.
Since they came to discuss marriage, both parties knew well that the topic would always involve Song Hui and Wei Luo intentionally or unintentionally.
Wei Kun took a sip of tea, turned his head to look at Song Hui: "My nephew, after the Jinshi degree, what are your plans?"
The result of this palace examination has come out, Song Hui got the second place in the list, and he is the second in the first class. Yijia No. 1 is Zuo Chenghuai, the son of the Minister of Rites, who is the number one scholar handpicked by Emperor Chongzhen. Although Song Hui was ranked behind Zuo Chenghuai, he was still highly valued by Emperor Chongzhen, and his future official career must be smooth sailing.
Song Hui put down his teacup and said respectfully, "If there are no accidents, I think I will stay in the Imperial Academy as an editor."
Wei Kun was also from the Hanlin Academy back then, so there are some common topics about this.
The two exchanged a few words, and Madam Zhongyi couldn't help but said: "Hui'er has been busy with exams these years, so she has lost a lot of time. Now that she has finally achieved something in her studies, it's time to care about the marriage." Looking at Wei Kun, he asked bluntly: "Hui'er and Ah Luo have been engaged since childhood. In my opinion, should the marriage of these two be settled?"
Wei Kun didn't expect her to speak so directly, but he couldn't answer for a while: "This..."
Although he intends to marry the two families, but his relatives have worked so hard to raise his daughter so much, and he is reluctant to marry as soon as he says he will marry. And agreeing too quickly, doesn't it seem too low? In any case, it should be discussed and discussed again, and he sent it away at once, as if his daughter couldn't get married, so he was so anxious to give it away.
He stabilized his thoughts, took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Mrs. Song is right. The marriage between Ah Luo and my nephew should be carefully considered. It's just that Ah Luo is still young, so I don't want to marry her off too early. What should I say?" I have to wait until Jiji..."
Wei Luo is about to be fourteen, which means he has to wait another year.
But Song Hui is already twenty, isn't it too long to wait another year? Mrs. Zhongyi was a little hesitant, she calmed down and thought about it, she felt that what she said just now was a little too hasty, she softened her tone and said: "It's okay to remarry after Jiji, what I mean is, you can get engaged first, and then marry at that time... "
As long as we make an appointment, it doesn't matter if it's a year late.
She had met Wei Luo several times, and she was very satisfied with everything about that little girl. Not only was she born beautiful, she was also very well-behaved and sensible. The key was that her son Song Hui liked her very much. If she had to wait another year for her, it would be worth it.
Wei Kun nodded thoughtfully, reluctantly agreeing with the words, looked at Song Hui at the side and said, "What does my nephew mean?"
Song Hui frowned, and said with a smile, "I'm willing to wait for Ah Luo and Ji."
The meaning of these words is already very clear, and if we continue to talk, we will propose marriage and agree on the date of marriage.
The maid came up to refill tea and water, Bai Lan brought a cup of Emei Maofeng to Song Hui, and there was a note under the cup. Song Hui must have felt it too, and glanced at her, she lowered her head and said without changing her face: "Young Master Song, please have some tea." After saying that, she bowed and exited the room.
Holding the teacup, Song Hui took a look at the note in his hand when Wei Kun and the others were unprepared, put it in his sleeve without any trace after reading it, stood up and cupped his hands to Wei Kun and said, "Uncle and Mom and Dad have a slow chat, I'll go out for a while. "
He was in a hurry, so Wei Kun and the others would not ask too many questions, so they nodded and let him go out.
Song Hui walked out of the main room, and he saw Jin Lu standing not far away waiting for him.
He followed and walked all the way to the end of the veranda, and further ahead was the gate of Pine Garden. There is a pine tree at the door, tall and straight, straight into the sky. At this time, there was a little girl standing under the tree. She was wearing a moon-white gown with a pomegranate skirt underneath. There are two colors, one is extremely plain, and the other is gorgeous and bright, which makes her look like a pomegranate flower blooming in early autumn, bright and glamorous, tender and tender.
Song Hui stepped forward and called out, "Sister Ah Luo."
Wei Luo looked at him and smiled slightly: "Brother Song Hui."
The note just now was written by Wei Luo. She learned from Bai Lan what they had discussed, and wanted to explain the matter to him before he left.
Song Hui stopped a few steps away, the distance was neither too far nor too close, it was just in line with etiquette, and it was not easy to be misunderstood. "Sister Ah Luo, is there anything I can do for you?"
Long before he came, Wei Luo had already considered his words. Now that he came, she put her hands behind her back, smiled in both eyes, and told him in a calm tone: "Let's retire, Brother Song Hui, I don't want to marry you."
Song Hui's smile froze, and he stood there in a daze, somewhat astonished and at a loss: "What?"
She closed her eyes and continued without repeating: "I know Brother Song Hui is here today for our marriage, and I also know that we are married on the belly of our little finger. If there is no accident, I will be your bride in the future." She raised her eyes, her pretty face had a sweet smile, but the words in her mouth were like icy balls, poking at people's hearts, "But I've been thinking a lot recently, I only regard you as my brother, I treat you There is no love between men and women. If we force ourselves to marry you, we will not be happy in the future."
Wei Luo thought of many ways to divorce Song Hui, but this was the least harmful to both parties.
Song Hui is very good, she is not willing to hurt him, and it is impossible for her to marry him. If he can agree to withdraw the marriage, that would be great, everyone will be happy.
Song Hui stood on the spot, staring at her fixedly, without speaking for a long time.
His mood was ups and downs. He was still discussing their marriage just now, and he felt that he was going to have her soon. This is the little girl he watched growing up, and only he knows how deep his affection for her is. But in the next moment, she told him herself that she didn't want to marry him, and that she would not be happy marrying him.
She hasn't married yet, how does she know she won't be happy
Song Hui couldn't help but took two steps forward, the brilliance in his eyes dimmed, and the gentle and calm person in the past was a little at a loss at this moment: "Do you think it's too abrupt? If you don't want to, Ah Luo, I can wait two more year… "
Wei Luo shook her head and looked up at him, "No..." She said slowly in a crisp voice, "Brother Song Hui, I have someone I like."
In the past, Song Hui liked to listen to her talk, and felt that her voice seemed to be wrapped in a layer of honey, sweet and soft. Now he suddenly discovered that there was still a sharp knife wrapped in the honey, and every word she said was stabbing him in the heart. He was heartbroken and didn't know what to say, so he said hoarsely after a long time: "Who is it?"
Wei Luo blinked, but didn't tell him.
If she doesn't tell, he can probably guess something.
Is it Zhao Jie? That day at Jinghe Villa, his possessiveness towards Ah Luo was so obvious, he should have realized the sense of crisis long ago. Now he has succeeded and snatched away his little girl...
Song Hui's heart felt stuffy, and he felt a dull pain, but he didn't know what to say to persuade him to stay. He always thought she was his own, and never thought about what it would be like to lose her, but now he suddenly realized it, and couldn't accept it for a while. He stepped forward to hold her hand, word by word, with some stubbornness: "I don't want to divorce..." He looked at her and repeated: "Ah Luo, I don't want to divorce."
He used some strength, and Wei Luo pulled back, but he couldn't pull it out.
Wei Luo frowned, she thought that if she said that, he would agree. How could this be? Now that he doesn't agree to withdraw the marriage, she is in trouble instead.
At this moment, a pair of slender hands lay between the two of them.
Zhao Jie held Song Hui's hand and stood in front of Wei Luo, his voice was cold and calm, "Let go."