Sima Hong covered his head and listened to his father's lecture in silence, sighing how unlucky he was this time. Why did his father suddenly want to check the books he copied? It was really weird!
Sima Qing scolded his son profusely, but Sima Hong was a tough guy who was not afraid of being beaten or scolded. Seeing that Sima Qing was thirsty from scolding, he was particularly "filial" and brought a cup of tea to his father, respectfully handing it to him, "Dad, calm down and have some tea."
Fuck you! Sima Qing suspected that when he got old, he would be pissed off to death by the good son he raised. He wanted to put on a stern face and scold his son, but he couldn't hold it back anymore. He laughed and scolded: "You bastard, you will piss me off to death sooner or later!"
"How can that be, Dad!" Seeing that his father had calmed down, Sima Hong hurriedly said attentively: "Your son is still waiting to prepare a 100th birthday party for you!"
"Get lost!" Sima Qing cursed, "I get so angry when I see you!"
Did he escape this disaster? Sima Hong smiled, bowed and ran out quickly. Sima Qing in the study called out again, "Come back!"
Sima Hong came back with his head hung.
"Well, your wife..." Sima Qing said, "Mingyu is also the young lady of our Sima family who was married into the family through formal matchmaking. No matter how old she is, whether she has consummated the marriage with you or not, she is your wife. She will have children with you and take care of the household chores for you. Her reputation is also your reputation. If you make her look bad, will you look good?"
"Yes." Sima Hong said in a low voice, "My son was absurd before, but he won't do that again in the future." He remembered the icy look on Li Xiang's jade-like face when he said he wanted to marry her. She didn't like it, so he would not do that again in the future. After all, she was his principal wife.
Sima Qing was stunned. He didn't expect that his son, who always refused to listen to his lessons, would take the initiative to admit his mistakes. It was like the sun rising from the west. After a while, he said, "Let's go. Also, don't have any more ambiguous relationships with the concubines your mother has brought up for you before you consummate your marriage with your wife."
Sima Qing had his own considerations. His son was only sixteen years old and should focus on his studies. How could he indulge in women? Besides, those concubines had their own plans. What if they gave birth to a bunch of illegitimate children before the wife of the main wife, with the legitimate children being the younger and the illegitimate children being the older? Wouldn't that disrupt the moral code
After Sima Hong left, the fifth uncle came out from behind the screen and said with a smile: "Second Master has grown up and become sensible now."
Sima Qing snorted, "If he had half the potential of Yang Ge'er, I wouldn't have to worry."
Uncle Wu said, "The eldest master likes literature, while the second master likes martial arts. How can they be compared? I think the second master is also very good and kind by nature. He was just young and ignorant in the past few years and acted a little ridiculous. Isn't he fine now?"
Sima Qing thought of his unruly youngest son, smiled, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, "Old Five, you and I grew up together. Of my two sons, only Bao is like me. He is naughty and always makes trouble. My father beat me with a stick. Yang has been raised by the old lady since he was a child, and has developed a serious and rigid personality. I am afraid Bao will become like that too. No matter how naughty Bao was since he was a child, I never had the heart to beat him. I spoiled him to be like this, which is a headache."
"A good father will have a good son." Uncle Wu said with a smile.
Sima Hong passed the test without any danger, but Mingyu was not so lucky. She was locked up in the ancestral hall for three consecutive days to copy the family tree, and the incense in the ancestral hall smoked her like a stick of sandalwood.
Every time Nanny Wei came to deliver food, she would be secretly surprised. Every time she saw Mingyu, the little girl would sit upright and write seriously, without a trace of grievance or impatience on her face. She was so dignified and steady at such a young age. She would definitely be a great person in the future. Nanny Wei became more respectful to Mingyu.
Whenever Miao asked about Mingyu's performance in the ancestral hall, Nanny Wei would say that Mingyu copied carefully and had a good attitude. Miao and Nanny Wei had been together for many years, and she rarely heard her praise others. Mingyu was an exception. She praised him every time she was asked, which made Miao feel embarrassed.
In addition, Sima Qinglai discussed with her: "Mingyu has been copying the family tree for such a long time, so she should be familiar with our Sima family."
Miao immediately asked Nanny Wei to take Mingyu back to her own courtyard. There were many ways to teach a daughter-in-law a lesson, so why should she go against her husband so obviously
When Mingyu went back, Lixiang and Nanny Zou checked her from head to toe, and didn't feel relieved until they were sure that she was not hurt or hadn't lost any flesh. Nanny Zou touched the fingers of Mingyu's right hand and sighed, "It's only been two days, and you've got calluses!" The two of them felt distressed for a long time.
At night, Lixiang and Madam Zou helped Mingyu wash her feet and got into bed. Mingyu rolled to the side against the wall, patted the pillow next to her and said, "Lixiang, Madam, you two sleep with me tonight."
Lixiang nodded and said, "Okay." Before Mingyu got married, the girl was timid and didn't dare to sleep alone at night, so Lixiang often slept in the same bed with her. This time, Lixiang thought Mingyu was frightened because of the punishment.
When Lixiang and Madam Zou finished their work and got into bed, Mingyu looked at the royal blue tent and asked, "Lixiang, what was our old home like?"
Li Xiang turned back in confusion, looking at Mingyu in the warm yellow candlelight, her jet-black hair neatly spread on her chest, her delicate face radiant and smooth, still the young lady she had served since she was a child, but why did she feel that the young lady was different. "Don't you remember? Don't skip words.
Mingyu's voice was choked with sobs, "I can't remember clearly." This was true. The real memories she received of Mingyu before she left home to get married were very few. It was necessary for her to learn more about the situation in her natal family through Lixiang.
Li Xiang said quickly: “Miss, if you don’t remember, I will tell you again.
There are two courtyards in the house. The eldest son lives in the front courtyard, and the young lady and the master and his wife live in the back courtyard. There is a camphor tree planted in the courtyard, and there is a well under the tree. One year, the camphor tree bloomed, and the tree was full of yellow-green flowers. Miss, you insisted on picking flowers, and finally the young master had no choice but to climb up the tree and pick a branch of flowers for you. He almost fell off the tree and was severely scolded by the master. The young master just said that he picked them by himself and wanted to climb the tree... "
Mingyu sniffed, and lay on her side on the bed, curling up her small body, and asked again: "Mammy, do you miss your hometown
"Why not?" Madam Zou reached out and patted Mingyu through the quilt. She had been coaxing Mingyu to sleep this way for many years. "But thinking is useless. We are already in Tianshui Prefecture. A few towns ahead will bring us to the territory of the Tartars."
Mingyu blinked and asked, "If I go home, will my father, mother, and brother be happy?"
Madam Zou laughed, "They must be very happy! They don't want you to marry so far away."
Mingyu also laughed, her face full of excitement and anticipation, "If Sima Hong and I get divorced, can I go home?"
Aunt Zou was stunned and subconsciously covered Mingyu's mouth. After a long while, she said, "Miss, you must never tell anyone about this in the future. If others hear it, it will be a big trouble!"
"What's the trouble?" Mingyu asked humbly.
Madam Zou was speechless. She had almost never considered the issue of Mingyu being divorced by her husband's family and returning to her parents' home in misery. When she was in Jiangnan, she occasionally saw those divorced women walking on the street like rats, covering their faces with their sleeves, walking in a panic and dodging, looking ashamed to be seen. Madam Zou decided to have a clear talk with Mingyu to dispel her unrealistic thoughts.
"If a divorced woman's family is unwilling to accept her, she can only become a nun or beg for food. Even if her family is willing to accept her, she will be looked down upon for the rest of her life. She will be pointed at wherever she goes, and it will be extremely difficult for her to remarry."
Well, it's not that serious! She is only twelve years old. If she can get a divorce, she can live somewhere where no one knows her. No one will know that she was once a married woman! Mingyu's desire for divorce is very strong.
She longed to be with someone for the rest of her life, even if the life was bitter and cold, it was better than now. Living in the Anxi Marquis's mansion, with a picky mother-in-law, a hypocritical sister-in-law, and a dandy husband, Mingyu's behavior could not tolerate any mistakes or neglect. For her, this kind of life was simply a torment.
She didn't want to waste her life on a playboy. Mingyu could almost imagine that if she endured it like this, she would consummate her marriage with Sima Hong in three years. During these three years, Sima Hong would have countless illegitimate sons and daughters. All of them would be her nominal children and would have to call her mother.
After Sima Hong had sex with another woman, he would come to "visit" her again. She had to welcome her husband with joy. Just thinking about it made Mingyu feel so disgusted that her face turned blue and she even vomited the food she had eaten the night before.
Mingyu buried her face in the pillow for a long time. She had only been here for a few days, but she already missed the free modern world. Although there were toxic milk powder, gutter oil and clenbuterol, she could divorce her husband if he had a mistress and she could take her mother-in-law to court if she abused and punished her daughter-in-law...
"Besides," Madam Zou sighed, "The Marquis' Mansion is a wealthy and powerful family. I've only heard of these wealthy families remarrying after their first wife dies, but never heard of divorce or amicable divorce. They value reputation the most."
The hidden message is, Mingyu, you'd better give up on this idea.
"Let's talk about something else. Is there anything fun on the way here?" Mingyu asked. As soon as she left Jiangnan, she fell ill due to acclimatization. She was sick all the way to Tianshui and didn't even open the carriage curtain.
"Well, that's a lot!" Li Xiang started talking. "The cows used to plow the fields in the northwest are different from the ones we use. We use big black water buffaloes with a pair of curved horns. The cows here are all old yellow cows, and they are bigger than the water buffaloes in our area... The land that the cows plow is also different. Our area has paddy fields, and here it is dry land, planted with lush green wheat. This is the first time I've seen wheat..."
Lixiang's words were all jumbled and rambling, and Mingyu was listening intently. Unable to bear the fact that she was only twelve years old, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in Lixiang's hypnotic tone, which was like coaxing a child.
Before going to sleep, she thought that divorcing the tall, rich and handsome second young master of the Marquis's Mansion was such a difficult thing.
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