Dazawa Village, an unknown small place in Jiang Chao.
There are only a hundred households in this village, and people at the end of the village can know what happened at the head of the village in no time.
Today, the always quiet village has become lively.
"This girl's eyes are bright, and she likes it... Girl, what's your name?"
The Iceman was dressed in flamboyant clothes, and his clothes were colorful, bright and bright, which made people suspect that the other party was wearing a flower pot.
Ning Wanyue said timidly, "The little girl's name is Wanyue."
"Wanyue? It's an elegant name, who came up with it?" the fat iceman asked.
Before Ning Wanyue could answer, the fat aunt on the side rushed to reply, "This name was given by the poor father of Wanyue girl."
Since the establishment of the Jiang Dynasty and the imperial examination by the Empress, many young people have dreamed of ascending to the sky in one step.
Ning Wanyue's father was one of them.
It's a pity that the talent is not high. After a few years, I only read a few sour words. Not long ago, I was bitten to death by a poisonous snake while working in the field.
Wanyue's mother died early, her father died again, and the family was impoverished, and now they are so poor that they can't help themselves.
Knowing that a noble person came to the village to select a girl as a child bride, Wan Yue's aunt hurriedly brought out the small oil bottle.
The Iceman asked again, "Are you literate?"
Wan Yue nodded timidly, and the ice man turned around and had a few words with the people accompanying him. After a while, Wan Yue was settled.
Aunt Wanyue happily pushed her out, turned her head and accepted the "wedding gift" from Iceman. The young and ignorant Wan Yue followed the iceman into the carriage, her face was at a loss, she had no idea where her future would go with this carriage.
Wanyue knew what a child bride was, and several families in the village bought child brides.
She thought that her husband was either a man in his thirties or forties or an urchin of three or four years old.
However, after waiting for a month, she was suddenly at a loss when she saw the handsome and handsome young man.
Such a good-looking fairy would worry about not being able to get a wife
"What did you send this child for?"
The voice was lingering, like a ding dong in a clear spring, with a icy coldness.
The young man in plain clothes was sitting upright in the corridor, with a violin on the table in front of him, the same plain white forehead was neatly worn on his forehead, and two plain white belts were wrapped around his waist, which was actually a pair of long-lasting mourning attire. I saw him raise his eyes slightly, his eyes without a trace of emotion swept across Wanyue's face, just a glance, Wanyue was scared back two steps, hiding behind Iceman timidly.
"The eldest lady said that Mrs. Wei should continue the bloodline."
Iceman's voice is not as frivolous as before, but with a hint of coldness that others can't fathom, in short, it is very aura.
"Ah-"
The young man snorted noncommittally, with a mocking chuckle on his face.
Iceman pushed Wanyue out behind him, "If Erlang-Jun doesn't mean it, after half a year, the old man will come and take this child away."
The Iceman left, leaving behind only Wanyue and a few large and small burdens, which contained a lot of gold and silver jewelry and clothes of good quality.
The young man Gu Zi played the qin, but Wan Yue couldn't understand what the other party was playing, but he just thought it was very nice.
She stood under the porch to bask in the sun all afternoon, so stupid that she didn't know how to find a shady place to shade her.
At sunset, the young man returned to the house with the piano in his arms, and came out again after a while.
"What's your name?"
The young man handed her a glass of water, Wan Yue took it, and greedily drank a few mouthfuls, almost choking.
"The little one's surname is Ning, and the boudoir name is Wanyue."
The young man was sitting under the porch, with a pair of rough clogs on his feet.
He looked at the petite Wan Yue and asked, "How old are you then?"
"It's eleven."
The young man murmured, "Only eleven years old... Oh, it's absurd."
Wanyue didn't dare to move. Before Iceman came, he made three orders and five orders to her, stuffing all kinds of rules into her mind.
The youth said again, "Then you know what they asked you to do?"
Wan Yue said, "Be the wife of Lord Lang."
She spoke plainly and her eyes were black and clear.
After a while, a hand with distinct phalanges was added to Wanyue's head, rubbing her bun.
"You're only eleven years old. If I was born five or six years earlier, you could be my daughter."
Wan Yue tilted her head and asked anxiously, "Then I'll call you daddy?"
Youth: "… "
"Forget it, what's wrong with you, a child." The young man sighed and said again, "Just call my brother."
Wan Yue asked, "Brother? Can Wan Yue still be your daughter-in-law?"
The young man laughed, "You are so young, do you still know what a daughter-in-law is?"
Wanyue lowered her head and rolled her sleeves, not daring to say any more.
Young people live in the deep mountains, next to the mountains and the water, it is a place with wonderful scenery.
But for some unknown reason, young people are vegetarians and wear vegetarian clothes all the year round, as if they are filial piety.
Wanyue lives in a house near the youth and has nothing to do all day long.
Seeing that the yard was full of open space, she felt that it was a pity that it was vacant, so she rolled up her sleeves and mowed the weeds.
The youth's daily routine is not to play the piano, calligraphy and painting, or to look at the sky in a daze. Seeing Wanyue like this, she is slowly aroused by her.
"What are you doing?"
"There are a lot of places outside. After weeds are cleared, cabbage can be grown, and fresh vegetables can be eaten in the future."
The young man put his hands in his sleeves and said to Wanyue, "Every day someone will bring fresh fruits and vegetables, so you don't need to grow them yourself."
Wanyue snorted, and the young man said again, "Otherwise, where do you think the food you have eaten these days came out?"
Wan Yue was even more confused. For the first time, she had a huge curiosity about the identity of the youth.
She lived here for a few days and found that the yard where the young man lived was very big, but there were only two living people, she and him, inside and out.
"Don't you think it's boring to live here?" The young man held a piano, found a place to sit on the ground, strummed it twice, and turned his head to look at Wanyue, "Also... this place is very remote, and it is not far from the emperor's mausoleum. Near, how can ordinary people dare to approach…”
Only then did Wanyue know that the place they were in turned out to be the mountain behind the Emperor's Mausoleum.
"Also, it's not very boring... When I can look at Lang Jun every day, I feel that there is not enough time for a whole day."
Wanyue is a sincere child, she will say whatever she wants, straightforward and simple.
"Are you literate?" the young man asked her.
"I know a few words."
The female emperor set a precedent, and set up women's schools in various places, not only to teach women to read and write, but also to let them learn a technique of self-defense and fitness. The study period lasted for four years. In the Jiang Dynasty, if a woman wanted to marry well, or to have an independent female household, or to seek a husband in bed, both were indispensable.
The young man asked, "Do you still want to continue studying? I can teach you, so that you don't have to do anything and mess with it."
Wan Yue nodded heavily, her eyes brightened several times.
She likes to read, but the family changed, she only read it for two years before returning home.
Wan Yue's grades in women's school were good, but compared to the young people around her, she seemed unable to do anything.
The young man seems to have found the fun, and treats Wanyue as a student, teaching him all the money.