Early the next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Wang dressed appropriately and went to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, taking the gifts prepared by the Marquis Dingyuan's Mansion.
Sheng Qingyun was well prepared and came with her three sisters-in-law to warmly welcome them.
Both parties were willing and the proposal was just a formality, so Mrs. Wang negotiated the marriage without any effort.
Just by talking, she received generous gifts from the two families. Mrs. Wang joked that she felt like she had gotten a great bargain.
She always loved to joke, and Sheng Qingyun was very familiar with her, so he continued her words: "Since you have taken advantage of our family, why not help your nephew find a girl from a good family? His two younger sisters are engaged, and it would be a joke for him to be single all the time."
"Oh my, I'm really looking forward to it!" Mrs. Wang clapped her hands, "Just tell me what kind of family you want to find, and I'll find one for you when I get back."
"Family background is not important, what matters is character." Sheng Qingyun said.
"That's right, your family is well-off, and now you have the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion as your in-laws. You don't need to add icing on the cake by looking for a daughter-in-law. Naturally, you should focus on her character and appearance. Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Mrs. Wang patted her chest and promised.
In order to race against time with the Queen, after the deal was settled, Sheng Qingyun took out his daughters' birth dates and asked Mrs. Wang to take them to the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion to compare the two children's birth dates and predict their fortune.
Mrs. Wang thought to herself, I said last night that the Second Young Master Zhao was anxious, but I didn't expect that this person was even more anxious than him, and they did the proposal and the name-asking at the same time.
I've seen so many matchmakers, but this is the first time I've seen the girl's family so anxious. Could it be that Miss Xiu'er is pregnant
It is said that the two of them lived in the same tent in Xishan Qiuwei, which is really possible.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang did not dare to delay. After leaving the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, she immediately went to the Marquis Dingyuan's Mansion.
Although Marquis Dingyuan was the head of the family, he was a layman when it came to his children's marriages, so he asked the old lady and his brothers and sisters-in-law from the East and West Mansions to accompany him to receive Madam Wang and discuss specific matters.
While they were talking, Zhao Jingyu couldn't wait and went to get the news himself. When he heard that he and Xiu'er's horoscopes were to be used for fortune-telling, and only if they were auspicious could they be engaged, he could not help but shout, "What's the point of fortune-telling? It's a waste of time. We are auspicious without any fortune-telling."
"..." The four elders all picked up their teacups awkwardly, while Mrs. Wang laughed.
"This is the rule. Children should not talk nonsense if they don't understand." The old lady pretended to be angry and said, "Go out quickly. You have nothing to do here."
How could Zhao Jingyu not know that fortune telling is the rule? He suddenly remembered Hu Qianshan's words about the girl with a phoenix destiny, and was worried that Xiu'er's fate would be revealed by the fortune teller. Although most of the fortune tellers out there are charlatans, what if he hits the jackpot by accident
"I'm marrying my own wife, how can it have nothing to do with me?" He said with a smile, "Since it's the rule, let's follow the rule. You need to ask an expert to read the horoscope. Why don't you give me the Geng sticker and I'll go to the Fanyin Temple and ask Wuchen to help me read it."
"Nonsense, how can you go there in person for this matter?" Dingyuan Hou scolded him with a stern face, "Abbot Wuchen is a great monk, not a fortune teller, don't bother him for every matter, big or small."
"It is precisely because he is an accomplished monk that his divinations are more accurate!" Zhao Jingyu said, "Don't worry, father. He would like me to visit him every day and he won't find me annoying. Hurry up, give me the Geng Tie so that I can go early and come back early."
Although it was a bit absurd to go in person, it would still be quite attractive to the women in the inner house if they could ask Abbot Wuchen to take action. The old lady thought about it for a moment and thought that this would be a good way to let the Duke's Mansion see their sincerity, so she agreed and asked him to go to Fanyin Temple with the engagement letter.
Zhao Jingyu and Wei Jun rode at full speed to Fanyin Temple, got off their horses at the temple gate, and went straight to Abbot Wuchen's meditation room.
It was already afternoon, and Abbot Wuchen was meditating. Two young monks were guarding outside the door to prevent Zhao Jingyu from entering.
Zhao Jingyu threatened them: "I have something urgent to tell the abbot. If you delay, I'm afraid you two will have to change your little heads."
When the young monk saw that he was sweating profusely while running in the cold weather, he believed it and opened the door to let him in.
Zhao Jingyu entered the meditation room and without saying a word, he shook the abbot Wuchen, who was sitting on the futon with his eyes closed: "Old monk, wake up, wake up..."
Abbot Wuchen slowly opened his eyes and looked at him helplessly: "Impertinent boy, what are you going to do?"
Zhao Jingyu took out the engagement card between herself and Xie Nanjia and slapped it into his hand: "I'm getting engaged. Please help me calculate whether my horoscopes are compatible with the girl's."
"..." Abbot Wuchen looked him up and down as if he had seen a ghost. "Did I hear you correctly? You actually want to get engaged and even come to me to read your horoscope. Didn't you say before that marriage is meaningless and that you would come to me to become my disciple and inherit my legacy after you've had enough fun? Why did you lie to me?"
Zhao Jingyu: “…”
"Yes, I said that before, but I didn't know at that time that I would meet someone I fell in love with later. Also, can you please stop looking at me with the eyes of someone who has been abandoned by a heartless man?"
Abbot Wuchen snorted and said resentfully, "You lied to me and asked me to read your horoscope. I am a monk, not a charlatan. You not only deceived my feelings, but also insulted my profession. I don't want to talk to you. Go away!"
Zhao Jingyu: “…”
What's the difference between monks and charlatans? Aren't they both liars
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"If you keep acting like a sissy, I'll really leave. But the last time we ate Buddha Jumps Over the Wall together..."
"Amitabha, what is Buddha Jumps Over the Wall? I have never eaten it before. Don't talk nonsense." Abbot Wuchen interrupted him immediately, raised the two appointment cards in his hand and looked at them very seriously. "Go out. I will call you in after I finish reviewing them."
"That's good enough. Take the test carefully. It must be auspicious, otherwise you will bear the consequences at your own risk." Zhao Jingyu closed the door and went out proudly.
The two young monks looked at him with strange eyes. After a while, one of them couldn't help but ask him quietly, "Donor Zhao, did my abbot really eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"
"..." Zhao Jingyu raised his hand and slapped his little bald head, "Don't look at anything indecent, don't listen to anything indecent, where did you learn the words of your ancestors?"
The little monk rubbed his head and chuckled: "That was said by the founder of Confucianism, not by our founder."
"It's all the same. They are all our ancestors. The words of our ancestors are the truth and we must listen to them. Do you understand?" Zhao Jingyu looked serious.
"Oh." The little monk nodded confusedly.
At this moment, Abbot Wuchen suddenly let out a short cry of surprise in the room, and then loudly called Zhao Jingyu to come in.
Zhao Jingyu hurriedly pushed the door open and asked, "You finished the test so quickly, are you trying to fool me?"
Abbot Wuchen didn't argue with him this time. He said solemnly, "Are you sure you didn't get the wrong engagement letter? Is this really the girl you want to be engaged to?"
Zhao Jingyu's heart skipped a beat. He took two quick steps and sat down on the mat opposite him. He asked in a trembling voice, "Did you figure it out?"
Abbot Wuchen saw his reaction and asked curiously, "Could it be that you already knew about this?"
Zhao Jingyu understood and confessed, "Hu Qianshan once told me about this, but I didn't completely believe it."
"Hu Qianshan?" Abbot Wuchen was even more surprised. "He also figured out that this girl is not human?"
"…" Zhao Jingyu was stunned and said unhappily, "How can you, a monk, curse at others?"
"…" Abbot Wuchen was also stunned, "Didn't you know this a long time ago? How can you accuse me of cursing?"
Zhao Jingyu was confused and frowned, "No, aren't we talking about the same thing?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, but what I said is true." Abbot Wuchen said solemnly, "This girl is not someone who should live in this world. She died a long time ago."
The unique tone of a monk coupled with the strange words gave Zhao Jingyu goose bumps all over his body and a chill on his back.
"Are you kidding me? She is the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo and she is living well in the mansion!"
"The person is alive, but it is not her. Someone has been reborn using her body." Abbot Wuchen said.
The more he spoke, the more mysterious it became. The more Zhao Jingyu listened, the more shocked he became. He stared at him blankly with his eyes wide open. In an instant, he thought of many things and his heart was in turmoil.
"I'll believe you for now, but can you figure out who is using her body?" he asked cautiously.
"This cannot be calculated unless we have the person's birth date and horoscope, but this is almost impossible because we cannot calculate the horoscopes of all the people who died at the same time as her." said Master Wu Chen.
Zhao Jingyu's breathing became rapid because of his words, "Are you saying that the man died at the same time as her?"
"Of course. We won't meet if we were a moment earlier or later." Abbot Wuchen said.
Zhao Jingyu fell silent, thousands of thoughts flooded into his mind, he grinned, not knowing whether he was crying or laughing, suddenly he slapped the ground like crazy, making a weird howl, and then stopped the next moment, muttering to himself like a dream: "I guessed right, it's you, it's you..."
"Who is it?" asked Abbot Wuchen.
Zhao Jingyu shook his head and went crazy for a while before he gradually calmed down. He urged him to write auspicious comments on the two people's horoscopes, put the words in his arms and hurried away.
Abbot Wuchen wanted to call him, but he raised his hand and then put it down again. He watched him leave silently, told the young monk to close the door again, and sat alone with his eyes closed, lost in thought.
An unknown amount of time had passed before he finally opened his eyes as if waking from a dream, stood up and walked to the desk, wrote a letter in a flamboyant manner, sealed it with sealing wax, and sent the little monk to call his disciple Yuanqing, handing the letter to him and instructing him to deliver the letter to the palace and to hand it to the emperor personally without any mistakes.
Although the monk is a person outside the world, Fanyin Temple is a royal temple, and everything is based on the royal interests. He is the most trusted monk of the emperor, and nothing can be concealed from the emperor. Therefore, he can not tell Zhao Jingyu about the fate of this girl with the Phoenix destiny, but he must tell the emperor.
A girl with the fate of a phoenix who has come back to life by using a corpse is an anomaly among anomalies. If one is not careful, it will cause turmoil in the court and a change of ownership of the country. Whether such a woman can marry Zhao Jingyu should be decided by the emperor.
Zhao Jingyu rode back to Marquis Dingyuan's mansion at full speed and went to report to the old lady and Marquis Dingyuan himself. He ordered Wei Jun to return to the west wing first and send a carrier pigeon to Hu Qianshan as soon as possible, asking him to return to Beijing as soon as possible.
On that stormy night in early summer last year, not only Xiu'er died, but also his sister-in-law Xie Nanjia. He wanted Hu Qianshan to personally read the horoscopes of both of them to confirm his guess.
If the facts are really as he expected... Haha, he shook his head and smiled bitterly at himself, feeling mixed emotions.
(End of this chapter)