"Ji Yunjian..." Sheng Jiaoxue repeated the name softly again, a gleam of clarity and joy flashed in her eyes.
Thinking about it, three years ago, Liu Zhang asked Baocheng to come to propose marriage, but his father refused. Later, he mentioned the marriage bestowed by the emperor, and pointed himself to the son of the minister of the Ministry of War at that time, that is, the young Ji Yunjian in front of him.
It's a pity that I had been stubbornly sticking to Liu Zhang in my heart at that time, saying that I would not be sick, but I never gave this Ji Yunjian a single chance, and I never even met him face to face.
Today, things are different.
I heard from my brother that since my father resigned from office and went back to seclusion, it was Ji Yinkai who had both ability and virtue, and succeeded to the position of prime minister.
And Ji Yunjian was respected as the prime minister's son from then on.
Come to think of it, the original marriage bestowed by the emperor, because of this change, has already faded out of the memory of Ji's father and son.
What's more, I treated others so coldly that day.
"It's windy outside, and Miss Sheng is dressed so lightly. It's really inappropriate to stand at the door for a long time. If the old lady and General Sheng are not around, Yun Jian will come back another day. It's really rude and rude to come here today to propose marriage." Ji Yunjian Clasping hands again, the look in the corner of his eyes is not inferior at all.
"You...know me?" Sheng Jiaoxue hesitated. She had already shed the gorgeous coats and bright jewels of the past, and even faced the sky all day without makeup. I am no longer the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but just living in the former Prime Minister's Mansion. However, Ji Yunjian, who had never met before, would recognize him at a glance? !
"There is a girl in the Xiangfu who has just grown up, and she was raised in a deep boudoir without anyone knowing her. Her skin is as white as snow, and her natural beauty is hard to give up." Ji Yunjian didn't explain much, but just casually uttered the basis of her inner judgment.
"Mr. Yunjian laughed. The girls are very humble, not to mention that my father is no longer the prime minister of the dynasty. Now Prime Minister Ji is a high and noble person. Why did Mr. Yunjian come to ridicule the girls? What happened in the past It's unbearable to look back." Sheng Jiaoxue's eyes paled.
"Hehe, Miss Sheng's words are wrong. My father is definitely not a person who broke his promise. Yun Jian is not a hypocrite who sees differences and wants to change. He is the order of his parents. The king's words, even if Miss Sheng refuses all his life, Yun Jian will never seek again. What's more, Ms. Sheng is so bright and charming. Even though Yun Jian met for the first time, she fell in love with her at first sight." Ji Yunjian's warm smile instantly melted and nourished Sheng Jiaoxue's heart that had been hard and withered over the years. .
"But...but I treated you that way before..." Sheng Jiaoxue hesitated.
"The past is all in the past, Yun Jian only cares about the present and the future." Ji Yunjian smiled faintly.
"But...but I used to be domineering. Overbearing and unreasonable..." Sheng Jiaoxue hesitated.
"The Miss Sheng that Yun Jian saw today is gentle and dignified, with a calm mind like water." Ji Yunjian smiled faintly.
"But... but there was someone else's shadow in my heart..." Sheng Jiaoxue hesitated.
"I've heard it before, but it's a shadow after all. Isn't Ms. Sheng still in her boudoir now? Let Yun Jian live in your heart, don't have any more shadows, let Yun Jian remove the haze and nightmares for Ms. Sheng Entanglement." Ji Yunjian smiled faintly.
"But... But I have made mistakes many times, even cruel..." Sheng Jiaoxue said, two lines of tears flowed out of her clear eyes silently, it was really repentance. Sincerely repent.
"People are not sages and sages, so there is nothing wrong with them. I am afraid that even today's sages have never made mistakes." Ji Yunjian smiled faintly.
"But..." Sheng Jiaoxue seemed to want to justify something more.
A pair of warm and strong hands had already embraced her tightly in his arms.
That embrace is broad, powerful, and warm...all kinds of her past. Whether it's good or not, tolerating and accepting everything seems to be her long-awaited destination.
A few days later, the gate of Ji's house was decorated with lights and festoons, and a bright red sedan chair in front of the Sheng's mansion gently carried the charming Sheng Jiaoxue out.
The Ji family got married, the son of the current prime minister married the daughter of the previous prime minister.
For a while, the streets and alleys of central Beijing. There is a good story.
Ever since the crown prince passed away, Concubine Li committed suicide by herself. Liu Heng never went to the harem again, and was alone all day long. Sit in the South Study Room and the Hall of Mental Cultivation to review the memorials.
"Your Majesty, you are tired, it's time to rest." Mr. Fu concernedly handed over a steaming cup of red bean and lotus seed soup.
"This soup..." Liu Heng took the cup of sweet soup, took a sip, and paused.
"Your Majesty, Miss Wen made this soup. You forgot, it's Acacia Soup." Eunuch Fu replied softly.
"Lovesickness..." Liu Heng muttered to himself.
In the hot air, I saw that graceful figure in a daze before my eyes, like a wintersweet blooming in the wind, standing so coldly in front of me.
"Concubine Li..." Liu Heng opened his mouth with difficulty.
Eunuch Fu understood that the emperor was missing Concubine Li again.
"Your Majesty, you are tired, go to bed earlier." Eunuch Fu persuaded again.
"Prepare cinnabar ink, and take my vermilion seal." Liu Heng's eyes were shining, and his tone was firm and calm.
Although Eunuch Fu didn't know what Liu Heng was going to write, but he heard that he was going to be inked with cinnabar and had to get a cinnabar seal. I'm afraid it was definitely not an ordinary thing.
On the sheepskin roll dedicated to the royal family, the cinnabar clearly left Liu Heng's intentions.
"It is said that the emperor is located in the Ninth Prince Liu Xian. I am here."
It is stamped with a scarlet seal and sealed with red wax.
"What year is this year?" After Liu Heng finished the matter solemnly, he asked the silent Eunuch Fu beside him in a slow voice.
"Returning to the emperor, the Chinese New Year is just now, and it is the Great Zhou Dynasty, thirty-four years of Chengde." Eunuch Fu replied clearly.
"Time flies so fast, three years have passed in a blink of an eye..." Liu Heng stroked his beard and nodded and smiled. After a short pause, he looked at the small white porcelain cup in front of him. Steaming.
"Ren Yue said at the beginning that he and that girl had set a marriage date for how many years?" Liu Heng smiled kindly, and deliberately asked Fu Gonggong beside him.
"Return to the emperor, three years." Eunuch Fu replied.
"Hehe, now that the three-year deadline has come, it's time for them to get married... Maybe there hasn't been a happy event in the palace for a long time..." Liu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.
"What does the emperor mean to marry Miss Wen and Young Master Ren? Hehe, this old slave will do it right away." A rare smile also appeared on Eunuch Fu's face.
"Well, let's go, make it more lively, and after they get married, I will abdicate to recuperate!" Liu Heng's smile echoed far and wide in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, echoing empty, swaying with the beating Candlelight, more and more people feel lonely and lonely.