The Yang family called back
Yong Ruo took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart, and said to Aunt Gu: "Your Majesty has worked hard!" Turning around, he said to Mr. Feng, "Young Master, if you want to fold plum blossoms, please do it yourself. The little girl wants to send Aunt Gu to see my mother."
Feng Liao stood upright, glanced at Aunt Gu lightly, then stopped looking at her again, and said coldly: "You are welcome." Then she turned to look at the bamboo nail formation.
Yong Ruo smiled decently and led Aunt Gu to see Mrs. Zhou.
When we arrived at the door of the main room, Aunt Gu asked in a low voice: "What is the origin of that young master? What a big show! There are more than a dozen people guarding outside, and they questioned me for a while before letting me in."
Yong Ruo smacked his tongue inwardly, but calmly flicked away: "On the day of the Lantern Festival, I saw that the plum blossoms in the yard were blooming very well, so I folded some plum blossoms and sold them at the Lantern Festival. I happened to meet this The old lady of the son's family, the old lady was very sympathetic to the weak and the poor, invited me to a feast, and gave me a few pieces of silver. The next day, she said she liked the plum blossoms, and sent the young man to bring some meat snacks to please me. I took a branch of plum blossoms to put in a vase. Today, Mr. Feng came to beg for plum blossoms again, saying that the previous branch was snatched away, and the old lady feels distressed!"
She smiled lowly and said, "Auntie, don't you think it's funny that even a plum blossom is worth grabbing from a rich family? I don't know where this young man comes from, but he must be from a very rich family."
Aunt Gu smiled casually: "Those rich and noble families pay attention to elegance when they are full of food and drink. The plum tree in your house is indeed blooming beautifully, and I can't complain that it is attractive!"
Entering the main room, Mrs. Zhou was suffering from severe abdominal pain, her face was pale and her mind was in a trance.
Aunt Gu had no choice but to make a long story short: the horoscope is closed, the Yang family will come to hire on the 20th of the first month, and come to marry on the 26th of the first month. Then he gave the Geng post of Mr. Yang Qi to the Zhou family.
The marriage was preliminarily finalized, but Yong Ruo felt a little at a loss.
This is the marriage she chose, and it is also the marriage that she thinks is the most beneficial and suitable for her after weighing several times. Why is she at a loss
Yong Ruo sent Aunt Gu out with a calm expression.
When he returned to the courtyard, he was about to check on Zhou's situation when Feng Liao stopped him.
Feng Liao's face was livid, she gritted her teeth and asked in a low voice: "I heard that the woman just now is a matchmaker, and she even secured you a matchmaker from the Marquis of Yongchang?"
Yong Ruo secretly screamed in his heart that it was going to be bad! Is this Young Master Feng jealous? But don't tell me if she sees it through, at this moment, in this situation, she can only pretend to be stupid! He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Yes!"
"Then do you know who Yang Qi is?" Feng Liao's voice suddenly increased, and she said quickly, "He is a famous living dead! I heard that it is rare to even move his eyelids now, and I don't know how long he can live. Day. Their family is looking for someone to celebrate, and your family has been cheated! The dignified master of the mansion, there must be a reason for wanting to marry a civilian girl! Don’t your family think about how such cheapness comes from? Do you know? Are you about to be tricked into a pit of fire?!"
His fierce tone made Yong Ruo unable to pretend anymore.
She raised her head, looked at Feng Liao, and said very calmly: "I know! My mother knows too! Aunt Gu didn't lie to us, I knew I was going to celebrate. But I don't think it's a pit of fire, very I am happy to agree to this marriage!"
"You know?" Feng Liao looked at her absent-mindedly, her face full of disbelief.
After a long while, he showed a crying-smiling expression, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment, anger or sadness: "You would rather give Yang Qi Chong joy than give... to this young master as a concubine?"
He actually made it clear!
Yong Ruo has a feeling that he wants to die: he can't pretend to be stupid anymore, and he can't bear to play tricks to fool him anymore!
She was silent, and said directly: "I once said to the young master: for women, status is very important! Although I want to live a life without worrying about food and clothing, I will not sell everything for it and have no shame. Even though the son's status is far more noble than that of Yang Qi... a concubine, after all, is just a concubine!"
Feng Liao said quickly: "Then do you know that even my concubine is far more noble than Yang Qi's regular wife?"
Yong Ruo was silent again: Are concubines more noble than other people's regular wives
Is this Mr. Feng really a prince? ! It can't be the emperor, right
She did a quick calculation in her mind: this year is the fifteenth year of Chengtai, that is to say: the emperor has been in power for at least fifteen years!
This Mr. Feng looks to be seventeen or eighteen years old, could it be that he is a young emperor
She thought about it in her heart, shook her head silently, and denied this statement: I have never heard that the current emperor ascended the throne at the age of two or three.
Moreover, if it is the emperor, it should not be so easy to leave the palace, and the pomp after leaving the palace will be even greater.
She thought about it for a while, and said solemnly: "The son's concubine is noble, and the son's wife will be even more noble. The higher the son's status, the more wives and concubines will be around. The little girl is mediocre in appearance and poor in family background, how dare she compete with her?" Aristocratic girls competing for spring? At that time, I'm afraid it will be impossible to ask for someone who no one cares about!"
"So, you'd rather be happy? Would you rather be a widow?" Feng Liao's eyes were burning with anger, but she still controlled her voice.
"It's not necessarily a widow! Maybe after being happy, Young Master Yang Qi recovered?" Yong Ruo said with a little sarcasm, and his tone became a little fierce unconsciously, "Besides, what's so bad about being a widow? At least you don't have to be ' The word "women's morality" is trapped, watching men flirting with flowers and grass, and pulling one from the other to the right with a forced smile! That would make me feel very sick! You don't know, the little girl has not cultivated women's morals well, and she is the most kind in her life. Jealousy, I can't see my man getting close to other women. My temperament and character are the most suitable for being a widow! In case one day I will be kicked out because of jealousy, and I will not end well!"
"If you go to Yang's house to celebrate, you will definitely not be kicked out? Don't dream! Once something happens to Yang Qi, your end will be even more bleak than being a concubine in my house!"
"How desolate can it be? Anyway, I am the first wife of Yang Qiming's matchmaker. Even if I come from a poorer background, can the Yang family give me a bowl of food? They still want face, right?"
She really couldn't predict what she would encounter in her widowhood. But after weighing it over and over again, she still felt that marrying into the Yang family was the best way out.
Marrying into the Yang family, the worst thing is that she will be raped for life, and she may be released on parole in the future. After going to Mr. Feng's house, he might be killed by someone "more noble" or "more noble" one day, and the way of death is unknown.
She knew it wasn't a perfect way out.
But is there anything perfect in this world? Every road will have its own ups and downs, difficulties and obstacles. Pedestrians either take risks on this road or that road. Who can live a lifetime without wind and waves? ! According to her conditions, this is already the path with the lowest risk.
Feng Liao was at a loss for words, and stared at her blankly, with a little despair gradually appearing on her face.
"It's not that I don't want to marry you as my first wife, but that the elders in my family will never agree!" He said in confusion and pain.
Yong Ruo was extremely calm, and said lightly: "I know."
Just because I know it, I don't have illusions about you.
In modern society, if parents disagree, children can still fight. In this era, the word "filial piety" is a noose around children's necks. The more they struggle, the faster they die, and there is no possibility of resistance.
If I entered your house and annoyed your "more honorable" parents, my fate would be "more miserable", and even the Zhou family, Yong Qiao, and Yong Miao would be affected.
I would never do such an irrational thing!
Feng Liao couldn't say a word anymore.
The expression on his face was full of despair and sadness, which made Yong Ruo feel unbearable, but she had no intention of giving in at all.
After a long time, Feng Liao suddenly hooked the corners of her mouth in a self-deprecating manner, and murmured: "Pretend to be a little red peach and apricot, but I still have a lonely and thin snowy appearance..."
After chanting, he was stunned for a while, then smiled bleakly, then looked at Yong Ruo, and said word by word: "I forced it! Plum blossoms have always been proud of the snow and frost, and Ling Han let them go alone. Have you ever competed with peaches and plums?!"
There were tears in his eyes, and he was afraid that people would see him, so he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and walked quickly outside the courtyard.
"Then wish the girl..."
When he left, he wanted to say a few auspicious words to bless her. But just thinking about it, those words blocked his chest and throat like a ball of yellow lotus, submerging his whole body and heart in a kind of sour, astringent, spicy, bitter, and bitter. In the stuffy and swollen strange emotions, I can't get rid of it, I can't get rid of it, I can't break through it... It's like a blind beast trapped in a trap, only feeling the boundless darkness and severe pain, how can it tell a rational person? the word come? !
Su Mingjian and Luo Bu took a deep look at Yong Ruo, with a slight anger in their eyes, and then they hurriedly followed out.
Yong Ruo stood in the yard without moving.
As she listened to the sound of carriages and horses outside the courtyard, and the sound of footsteps gradually subsiding into silence, she suddenly felt...a little heartbroken.
Yong Qiao went over and closed the courtyard door, and said to Yong Ruo cautiously, "Sister, mother told you to come in!"
Yong Ruo lazily returned to the main room.
Zhou's pain eased slightly, and when she saw her coming in, she gasped and said, "That Mr. Feng wants to take you as a concubine?"
Yong Ruo nodded.
"You refused?"
Yong Ruo nodded again. Thinking of Mr. Feng's identity, he asked, "Mother, how old was the current emperor when he ascended the throne?"
Mrs. Zhou thought for a while: "It looks like she's in her thirties. What's the matter?"
Yong Ruoxin said: Mr. Feng is really not the emperor! "I'm just guessing the identity of Mr. Feng, I guess he is a prince, but I don't know if it's the county king or the prince."
Mrs. Zhou was silent for a long time, and then murmured: "I hope that Mr. Feng will let go, so that your marriage will not be complicated; I also hope that Mr. Feng will snatch you away, so that you don't have to celebrate..."
As she spoke, she shed tears again.
Yong Ruo thought silently: Mr. Feng, I'm afraid he will really let go this time!
She comforted Zhou: "Mother, don't worry! No matter what happens in the future, I will have a good life and take care of my brothers."