Changes in the sky
Volume 2: The Edge of Heaven
Chapter 175: Breaking Up
"Who else could it be? Of course it's Sister Qi." I felt that Brother Meng De must have bad intentions and was not allowed to use the matter of Yinling to squeeze me again, so I decisively cut off all his teasing thoughts. But before I could be proud, I saw the appearance of Qin Hou and his wife.
So it was reasonable for me to be scolded by His Majesty's eldest princess. However, the words were not vicious, and the tone was more like a teasing lesson between relatives. This allowed me to think about why they came here besides saying I was wrong. I looked up and saw that there seemed to be a doubt in the eyes of the princess, and her eyes were looking me up and down. If I was right, the queen should have let her go. She might be looking for similarities between me and herself.
What I am sure of is that she and I are not alike. If she is like me… Oh, forget it, I’ll just stop thinking about it. I feel like sympathizing with my wife. If I am like her… Let’s stop thinking about it. I feel a little sick of myself.
I always feel like I've been plotted against, but I'm not sure at which step I was plotted against.
It seems that sometimes a little "indecent" behavior is harmless, especially when the princess is nagging. I really want to ask if I can just pretend I wasn't there and leave first, but seeing that the princess was still not satisfied, I thought it would be better to endure the scolding honestly.
The second brother obviously had no intention of stopping his somewhat crazy wife, and he watched me being elevated to the level of a beast who disregarded family affection with a lot of evil amusement, and even praised the comments that he thought were brilliant but I thought were vicious, and nodded and smiled. This sworn brother will easily betray you when it does not involve life and death and he is protecting his wife at the same time.
This lecture finally seemed to be over after the princess softened herself. I thought there was a general amnesty, but she asked me at the end, "How is that woman?"
I would rather continue to be lectured by her on how to be the twin brother of the eldest princess than talk about where she has gone.
In my mind, on the snowy wasteland, the woman walked away alone, sadly; just like that day, in the snowy plains between the mountains, the woman came in. All the past events appeared before my eyes, but to outsiders, they were just tears.
The princess let me go. Looking at such a big man, she was moved to tears by just one sentence. My sister-in-law was a soft-hearted person after all. She didn't ask any more questions, but said, "You are not a woman, but she is."
"My brother is married, let her go! Sister-in-law." Although the words seemed to be resolute, I admit that I was wavering because of her words. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I continued, so I added sister-in-law in the end.
I didn't call her princess, even though that was the etiquette; I didn't call her sister, even though she thought that was the right thing to do; I called her sister-in-law, at least that was what my second brother was willing to hear.
The second brother was very smart. He immediately whispered a few words in the princess' ear, then changed the topic for a while, and then they said goodbye and left.
So, Brother Meng De and I were left alone in this room.
Brother Meng De still looked at me with a faint smile, as if nothing that had happened before had happened.
"Where is my sister Qi?" As if there was nothing worth discussing between him and me, or as if he was trying to find a reasonable excuse for the embarrassment I had just encountered.
"Zirui came to see me, I'm afraid it's not to look for your sister?" He still thought that I came to argue about something very important.
"I came here just to see her." I said as if it were true.
Brother Meng De looked at me with suspicion, but in the end he didn't ask any more questions and ordered someone to find Sister Qi.
Sister Qi's look at me was basically incomprehensible.
She pulled me outside to the corridor, "Why are you here, brother? Could it be that father has something to say about me coming to Meng De's place? Meng De is my husband, and Qi is his wife. Why do we have to follow those minor etiquettes? Aren't those big betrothals meant for me to marry into the family? Why must it take half a year? Since Meng De doesn't care, what should Qi be afraid of?"
In fact, although my father had some opinions about Sister Qi frequently going in and out of Meng De's residence, he still acquiesced. Perhaps it was because Brother Meng De already had a wife. Letting Sister Qi be around more and being pampered more would also make Sister Qi happier with Brother Meng De in the future.
"Brother Mengde didn't bully you, did he?" I asked in the voice of a good kid. I learned this from an unknown spoiled child in Xiangyang. The purpose of my learning this was to gain the greatest benefit in front of Yinling. In the past, Yinling could not resist this kind of voice. But now, Yinling has learned all of it and it has become her magic weapon to counter me. The past is unbearable to look back on, and the current experience is unbearable to recall. However, it should be effective when used on Sister Qi for the first time.
I guess it would take some time for Sister Qi to get used to my tone and words, but based on my personality, she quickly accepted it and was very moved. She held my hand and said, "Don't be afraid, Erzi. Everything is fine!"
"Brother Meng De is good, but he is too tolerant. He has some cunning people under him, who are talented but not moral. Sister, you are kind and pure-hearted, I am afraid that you will be tricked by them, so don't provoke them on weekdays. Especially if you have a grudge against me, I am afraid that they will vent their anger on you. Sister, you will be alone in Wei State in the future, and your parents and brothers are not here, so you must be careful."
This time Sister Qi was almost moved to tears and needed my advice.
I do have a purpose, but I believe this is more effective than me taking Brother Meng De's medicine directly. If it really works, it will be a good thing.
I always feel sorry for Sister Qi, but I can't do anything about it. Although she is not my biological daughter, Sister Qi has the same stubborn temper as my father, and I just want to take advantage of this. I already feel that someone is about to be sent to the execution ground.
This was revealed now.
On my way back, I was thinking about her, wondering where she was, how she was, and whether she was in danger.
I didn't even hide it from Yinling, and honestly told her that I was a little worried about her. It was a bit chaotic outside, and she was alone, and I was afraid something might happen. Yinling was folding clothes, and she couldn't finish the last fold for a long time.
Finally, Yiren: She might be in Meiyang. When I was out, Dr. Wei came to ask, but I was not there. He came to ask me if Miss Huang had gone to look for me, as she had not seen me for a few days. Yinling told him the truth and guessed that she had gone to Meiyang.
I have memorized the map of this area by heart. Based on Yinling's description of how they could see Qishan that day, I also guessed that she should be near Meiyang now. Given the road conditions outside a few days ago, she should not have walked far, and the most likely location is Meiyang. However, it will not be accurate in a few days. The ground has become suitable for horse racing in the past two days.
I said I couldn't go, so I asked her who would be suitable to go.
But you can go there, and only you can go there, but remember to come back.
If I go to see her, how can she forget me
You can follow her quietly. If you really see her, just stay by her side to take care of her, but don't show up. It's really worrying to see a girl wandering around.
The further it got, the more worried Yinling became. I could even hear that she was blaming herself.
It was because of the same concern that I mentioned her openly in front of Yin Ling. Sometimes, even if it involves some inconvenient words, it is better than nothing. At least I have always believed so. Especially not when competing with outsiders.
But before I could leave, I met an “outsider” who came to “compete wits” with me.
Brother Meng De actually came to see me alone. I guess Sister Qi successfully "disturbed" Brother Meng De's mood. He was a little anxious, and came to me, imitating that scoundrel, and asked for wine directly.
I was no longer in a hurry. I poured the wine respectfully and asked Brother Meng De what was going on, even though I knew the answer.
Brother Meng De didn't get down to business with me. He first told me some things I must know about receiving the Xianbei people with Dr. Wei in a few days. He said that there are some frustrated Han people among the Xianbei. Most of the plans and tactics they have devised are extremely vicious to the Han people, and we must be on our guard. Then he started to quote from the classics: "I heard that the "Chuan" (here is the "Chun Qiugu Liang Zhuan") said: After a child is born, if he cannot avoid water and fire, it is the mother's fault; after he grows up, he does not go to a teacher, it is the father's fault; after he goes to a teacher, he has no knowledge and his mind is not connected, it is the fault of the teacher; after his mind is connected, but his reputation is not known, it is the fault of his friends; after his reputation is known, the officials do not recommend him, it is the fault of the officials; after the officials recommend him, the king does not use him, it is the king's fault." Brother Meng De is indeed well-informed and has a good memory. He can actually remember this. I have heard the teacher talk about it before, and I understand the general meaning, but if I repeat it, it must be incomplete. I believe he is not talking about the fault of our officials or even the emperor for not being able to use those Han people who defected to the Xianbei, but for that thief surnamed Wang. It seems that my sister has put a lot of pressure on him.
Brother Meng De paused for a moment and asked me, "Brother Zirui, what do you think of this?"
"My humble opinion is that the most important thing is to be honest with yourself. If you can understand your mind, why worry about not finding a confidant? If you can find a confidant, why worry about not being heard by the court? Even if you are heard by the court, but not being used, it does not necessarily mean that you have no talent. Yi said: "You are in a high position, but you have not been able to get the real thing. I am so foolish, and that is the case. How dare I talk about the talents in the world? Brother Mengde, please laugh at me." Being humble and pretending to be stupid is not necessarily worse than quoting classics to refute, especially when I think that the comparison between myself and Brother Mengde is purely overestimating my own ability. But I did not pretend to be stupid and bring up the issue of Han people in Xianbei just to show that I can discuss this matter with him sincerely, and to show that I know why he came.
"Zi Rui, what you said is wrong. Haven't you heard that the Book of Rites says: A good horse can only be known by Bole. If there is no Bole to know it, it will not be allowed to be a good horse, and the same is true for scholars." Meng De obviously would not let me off easily: "What do you think, Zi Rui?"
"Lao Tzu said: Although noble, one must take the humble as one's foundation; although high, one must take the humble as one's base. Now, there are young men who damage the foundation of a country. How can they be good men?" I only know a little about Laozi, Zhuangzi, the Book of Changes, and the Book of Songs. I don't even know whether what Brother Meng De said comes from "The Book of Rites".
"To travel a long distance, one relies on carriages and horses; to cross the sea, one relies on boats and oars. Therefore, the achievements and fame of a virtuous man depend on his resources and on things. (From the Analects) A true man accomplishes great things, so why should you be so constrained by this?"
"If the axle of a carriage is crooked, it may go the wrong way. If the rudder of a boat is crooked, it may capsize in the water. If this thief is not punished but is given an important position, and the news spreads to the world, then all evil people will follow his example. What if he is talented and his evil deeds are known to the world, and he can entrust his position to the king, then how can Brother Mengde recruit talented people in the world in the future?"
There are many things I have returned, some of which are inconvenient to record and some of which I can’t remember.
However, I firmly adhered to the view that morality should be chosen over talent when hiring people, and I never gave up, which ultimately left Brother Meng De helpless.
Even so, Brother Meng De still didn't give up. Yinling sent him wine several times. Every time, she glanced at Meng De helplessly, and smiled at me very gently and gave me a few words of advice: drink less.
In the end, I felt that he had no intention of serving me, but just wanted to get some wine from me. From the time I poured the wine for him to the time I took it and drank it myself, I didn't see that he had such a keen desire to serve me. But it seemed that this person was still not dead, and he couldn't speak clearly, and he still criticized me for being pedantic from time to time.
I drove the somewhat unsteady Meng De home myself. I knew that my sister was still there. But I didn’t know that Meng De got even drunker when he got home, but I could understand it at the time.
After returning, it was still early. Yinling and I planned to return within two days, so we set off. It happened that the emperor asked me to rest these few days and planned to delay the Xianbei envoys for two days. However, we also suffered a disaster and had to raise funds together. Finally, I was asked to go through the formalities. According to the information conveyed by Brother Mengde, it seems that I have to discuss it with Brother Zhongdao first. The emperor asked him to be the master of ceremonies, but that was when I came back.
I left that night, wearing ordinary clothes and carrying only a sword. This is a questionable idea, or maybe I was drunk and didn't think it through.
It took me a long time to get out of Shanglin Garden. They even thought I was a thief who had broken into Shanglin Garden and wanted to shoot me. The trouble was that the guards at the gate that night were all newcomers and no one knew me. On the other hand, the only thing that could prove myself was my body, which was much larger than that of an ordinary person. The coins in the silk package in my arms would look like stolen goods if I took them out.
It was mid-spring, but the firelight was setting off a heavy autumn atmosphere. The cold wind made everyone shrink their heads, but I couldn't let them put down their bows and arrows. The scene was bleak and I was still the target of everyone's criticism.
I explained my identity and that I just needed to go out to investigate something, and I was in a hurry and didn't bring any evidence. They hesitated for a moment, but didn't quite believe it, as if I had changed my identity by changing my clothes.
Although I was finally released politely, I think the only reason for my release was that they felt that detaining me or even shooting me was more dangerous than letting me go.
Identity is still very important in our world, and it may be the same for many years to come. I think a tall gangster may be able to get through today, just because they dare not mess with my "real identity" that I have reported.
Although I am profiting from this, it might be a good thing if one day there were no one in the world who was afraid of another person simply because of who he was.
But I can't imagine how difficult this is.
I didn't feel sleepy at all that night, which made me wonder if the more I drank the wine, the more refreshed I was. I hope so, because if I was just excited about meeting her, I would feel embarrassed to go back to see my wife.
I didn't have any identity documents. This was what I asked for. It was unsafe for Yinling to do this, but she would hear me coming from the streets and alleys, and it would be even harder to clear myself from her. I didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore, and this was for our sake. But if something happened to her, Yinling and I would be very worried, so I came out like this.
This seems to be a good idea, but there are many difficulties. I am thinking about how to change horses tomorrow and how to deal with the patrol and inspection by government troops. I am a little anxious. Fortunately, I still have a lot of money in my pocket. Maybe the wine shop and inn can help me solve these difficulties.
Thinking about it, she wondered if she would run into any big trouble in Meiyang. She had no identity and no money. What would she do if something unexpected happened? What would happen to her, a weak woman, in an unfamiliar place with no one to rely on
The more I thought about it, the harder I urged my horse. Fortunately, the snow had melted a lot, and the ground without snow had become harder, so the journey was relatively smooth.
The sky gradually changed from dark to deep blue, then gradually faded and brightened. I saw a post station passing by and wanted to change horses, but then I remembered that it was not suitable to go in now, so I could only pretend to be a stranger and continue on my way.
Although I have never walked this road, I have walked this road many times in my mind. When I face some forks in the road, I don't need to distinguish some road signs at the intersection to know the correct direction. Because back then, saving the second brother and escaping to Qishan was also one of my options, provided that the imperial court blocked us at Chencang and the entrances to Nanshan.
After passing through a dark forest, the sky suddenly brightened up. Seeing a settlement from afar made me feel a little relieved. But it was a cloudy day, with low clouds hanging overhead, making people feel suffocated and unable to breathe. The horse ran all night and was a little exhausted. I felt a little guilty, so I dismounted and pulled it forward. At this moment, the smoke was everywhere, and it was time to make a fire and cook. I asked a farmer who came out early with an axe and ran into the forest, how far was it from here to Meiyang.
It seemed like it was just a few dozen miles north of here.
I asked why it was used as if.
But he himself was not a local, and there was a fight in Chencang. He came here to seek refuge with his relatives, and he felt embarrassed to eat free food, so he hurried to help chop some wood and take it back to dry for firewood. Moreover, the wood was now soft from soaking in water, and when it was hardened by the sun, the axe would not be able to chop it. Now he chopped it back and dried it in the sunny day, so that it would be easy to burn.
I thanked him and took some change from my pocket and gave it to him. He bit his lip and didn't take it. But he asked me with a choked voice when he could go back and how things were going in Chencang.
I can go back now. It's peaceful over there now. This money can be used as your travel expenses.
But he didn't take my money after all. He wiped his tears and plunged into the woods. Before I walked far, I could hear the fierce sound of logging behind me.
I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I ran back to the woods and forced some money into his pocket before leaving.
The man lying on the ground was probably thinking, how could there be such unreasonable people in the world, and how could there be people who would force money on others after knocking them down.
But I don’t know how to describe what’s in my mind.
I even wanted to turn around and leave, because there are many things in this world that are much more important than my current love affairs.
But when I thought of her wandering alone, I drove away the confusion in my heart. After all, if this matter is not solved, everything will be distracted in the future.
I took a step forward, then turned around to walk away, but after walking a few steps, I turned back again. I did this several times. The horses stopped on the ground to look for food, looking at me in surprise, their faces twisting and turning as I did.
After a moment of calming down, he forced a laugh and said to himself, "Since it has been decided, I will not be displeased. I will bring back a reassuring message for Yinling." Then he stamped his feet, gritted his teeth, pulled the horse and continued to move forward.
However, as soon as I entered the settlement, I ran into an old friend.
This man came out of a house, and kept bowing to express his gratitude. As soon as he walked out of the door, he turned around and took two steps at a time to untie the reins of his horse from a tree in the yard.
After pulling the horse out of the yard, he bowed to the thatched cottage outside the gate, and finally climbed onto the horse with great difficulty, which made the horse turn around several times. Although the man was dressed neatly, his eyes were solemn and lifeless. He even passed by me without even looking at me. He had lost his former spirit.
"Brother Zhongdao?" I finally couldn't help but shout out.
The fool turned his head left and right and finally saw me. Before the horse turned around, he bowed to me on his back and turned his horse back.
Finally, this person was not completely stupid. He rushed out a few steps and turned around.
"Lord Yuehou, why are you here?"
I was a little amused and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I dragged my horse over and said, "It seems to be similar to you."
He bit his lip and looked at Chun up and down: "Why do you want to go?"
"Originally, when I saw you leaving, I felt relieved and was about to leave. But since you are like this, I'd better escort you to Meiyang and come back." I jumped on the horse and rode side by side with Brother Zhongdao.
The idiot agreed, and then asked me if I had any money. I had some. He borrowed some. As soon as he got it, he rode back to the courtyard where he came from. When he got off the horse, he almost fell off. He finally managed to steady himself, straightened his clothes, and knocked on the door and went back to the house. He immediately left the house, and the owner of the house chased him out. The two pushed and shoved each other, but in the end, the owner couldn't stand Dr. Wei's etiquette nagging, and finally accepted the money.
This guy caught up with me, but before he could thank me, I persuaded him to stop and asked him if he had brought the seal. I didn't expect that this nerd really had it.
I patted my chest and said, "Okay, let's go find a post station to change horses for the two of us."
Brother Zhongdao waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, we can't let anyone know that we're out this time."
Don't worry, brother. We will have the same thing in a few days. I will be the master of ceremonies, and you will be the master of ceremonies. It's okay. Just treat it as our two brothers going out together to relax and cultivate ourselves.
Finally, I persuaded Brother Zhongdao to change horses at Meiyang Post Station in the name of a doctor and a priest. When we arrived at the city, it was already daybreak and the city gates were open, but there were many soldiers checking us. We stopped at a wine shop outside the city, and I gave him half of the money. It was inconvenient for me to enter the city, so Brother Zhongdao went in alone to explore. If you find it, you can do what you need to do. If you don't agree, come find me again. Brother Zhongdao bowed and said goodbye, and frankly, I wanted to kick him at that time.
Dr. Wei left immediately, and I felt better now. If they could get together, it would be a better outcome for her.
However, I still felt a little sour, so to relieve myself, I just ordered some wine and meat from the tavern, sat in a corner and sipped it alone.
I am indeed in a much better mood.
I don't know if I can be considered heartless, but if I can really do what he wants, even if it doesn't suit her for now, it will eventually suit everyone's wishes, so why should I object
Many things can make you feel better if you can figure them out. Besides, there is still plenty of food on the table. I can’t think of anything to complain about or be unhappy about.
Although I was hiding in a corner, it seemed that I would still be noticed by many people. Many people would come to my desk intentionally or unintentionally. I didn't want to be discovered, so I just worked hard. But after a long time, I finally realized that they didn't seem to be paying attention to me, but just looking at the wall behind me. In particular, some people asked to open the window near the wall to make the room brighter. In addition, these people were mumbling something, and the words were so familiar.
Turning around to look at the wall, I saw an all too familiar hundred-word formation.
It's still the same poem, and the same handwriting. But seeing it like this now makes me feel mixed emotions.
As it was getting close to noon, more and more people came into the tavern. Many of them seemed to come here just for this article and went straight here as soon as they entered.
I don’t want to teach them how to recite, I just want them to recite silently in their hearts: I sit alone by the window, the flowers outside the window, the flowers gradually fade, the fragrance gradually fades into the hall…
The scholars finally figured out the mystery here, and some people who were a little further away said proudly: I saw it a few days ago. Some said this person is extremely talented; some said he is just so-so; some said you should write a poem for everyone to enjoy; some said, you should not write it long ago, but show off here. Some said again, you can do the same, don't just talk nonsense.
Most of these people were students from the local academy, and they seemed to be quite familiar with each other. They talked about the poems on the wall for a minute, talked about the poets for half a minute, attacked each other for more than two minutes, and suddenly turned to political discussions.
I can't even remember how they got there. I was only interested in the people who talked about poetry. I heard that the owner of the shop was a very handsome young man in black, who was drinking here. After drinking for a while, he suddenly asked him for a pen and ink, and without asking the owner's opinion, he just wrote the hundred-character array on the wall, paid for the wine, and left. The shop owner saw that the words were well written and the man didn't drink much, so he let it go. Unexpectedly, the square words on the wall really attracted many people to come and see, which made his business much better.
However, the arguments among these students about governing the country are somewhat amusing. I have been in the officialdom for several years and have only dared to glimpse the way, but these people have a lot of ideas, saying that this is how we can strengthen the country and drive out the Xianbei.
I cannot deny the passion of these people. But I really want to quote two sentences. The first one is Confucius's: "If you are not in the position, do not meddle in the affairs of others." If you have never been in that position, I am afraid you really can't imagine that there are so many obstacles to pay attention to. If it is really as simple as these students think, the world would have been peaceful for thousands of years.
In another sentence, I think of Emperor Xiaowu: "Even with Emperor Xiaowu's great talent and strategy, and the abilities of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing, it was still difficult to eliminate the threat of the Xiongnu. What can you do?"
It is a good thing for private schools to run schools, but it is absurd to produce a group of nerds who can only talk on paper and do not understand many things, but criticize the world recklessly.
But I don't intend to interrupt them. As the poem says: The speaker is not guilty, but the listener should be warned.
I once said such nonsense, and the teacher did not refute me, but only listened with a smile. I also acted arbitrarily in the past, and Yinling did not criticize me. As long as it is not against the will of heaven and earth, or against human ethics, it is worth listening to. Perhaps only after they have been in the government for a long time, they will understand how difficult it is to govern a country and bring peace to the world.
The sun was setting when someone suddenly came in and shouted, "Who is Mr. Shen from Pingle?" Seeing that no one responded, I sat up, thinking it might be me.
"An official has specially ordered me to pass this document to you, young master." The man was dressed as a servant, and he believed me as soon as he saw me. He guessed that it was a description of my features, especially because I stood out among this group of nerds.
While I was unpacking the book bag, a group of nerds here were still discussing where Pingle was. I had only heard of Pingyin, Ping, Pingyang, and the newly created Ping'an, but this Pingle sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where it was.
I answered the question casually, it’s just a settlement, not very famous.
In fact, I know that Brother Zhongdao is referring to Pingleguan, but if it is made clear, wouldn't it reveal his identity
I noticed that the clerk had no intention of leaving, so he must be waiting for a reply, so I quickly took out the letter and took a look. The ink was still fresh, with some spots stained and there were very few words.
Palace, are you coming
I looked for a pen and ink and wrote a few more words, "Take it home quickly in two days."
The volume was immediately put into the book bag.
I told the servant to go meet that gentleman, but "the man knew about it and went back to report to Mr. Cai, hoping that Mr. Cai would return soon."
I was afraid that when I returned, the servant would report back to her and she would hear me and know that I was here. It would be better to act as if it was Uncle Cai who cared about her and it had nothing to do with me. Since Brother Zhongdao could use a code word to talk to me, he would definitely understand if I replied in this way.
Then I paid the bill and left, leaving behind the table full of food and wine, as if I had suddenly lost my appetite.
I don't want to urge the horse, I just want the horse to take me forward.
I tried to tell myself that this was the best, but I was still so sad and what could I do
The sun was setting, and I still didn't want to spur my horse, I just wanted to walk back to Shanglin in two days. I tried to turn my thoughts to Sī University, but I always saw her face among the group of nerds.
"If you miss me, why don't you come to see me?" The beauty was dressed in men's clothes, her pretty eyes were red.
"Do you know that you have taken root in my heart and can never be driven away?" The tears in my eyes flowed down the face in the dream.
"I know you have me in your heart, and I am very happy. There, Sister Yinling will not drive me away, and cannot drive me away. That's enough." Yiren smiled again, and everything was still so beautiful.
Am I a bastard? I love this one, don’t let that one down, yet I can’t forget the other one.
Nowadays, men can indeed have many concubines, but I don't want to do that. I want to spend my life with a lover of my own, but now I already have two wives, and I don't even want to decide who is my principal wife.
I am just someone who doesn't want to be a burden to you. If you can, forget me; if I can, forget you.
New green is appearing on the branches and new seedlings are appearing in the fields. Brother Zhongdao can treat you well, but all I can do is apologize to my wife again and again and leave her again and again. It is impossible for us to be together.
She really caught up.
"If you miss me, why don't you come to see me?" Yirenzhen was dressed in men's clothes, with red eyes.
"How did you know I was coming? Where is Brother Zhongdao?" I didn't know if Brother Zhongdao was hot-headed or what.
"Brother Wei was drunk and fell asleep, so I ran out. If Uncle Cai really sent someone, why did he wait outside the city?" Yiren bit her lip and replied angrily, "If it was a servant, why did Brother Wei only write those numbers? If it was really Uncle Cai's family, how dare he reply to Brother Wei with such words?"
This was my oversight. I should have been the most sober at that time, but I didn't expect that I would always be a little confused when it comes to matters between men and women.
But I couldn't be confused. Seeing her distraught and filled with sorrow, I couldn't help but feel the urge to do so, but I suppressed it in the end.
"Your sister-in-law is worried about you, so she asked me to come and see you, fearing that something might have happened to you. I ran into Brother Zhongdao who was going with you, and originally planned to ask him to pass on a message, but Brother Zhongdao invited me to help persuade you to go back. I didn't want to, but I was afraid of disappointing his kindness. Your brother Tian is doing fine, I came to let Sister Huang know, please don't worry." I bowed and tried my best to make a calm expression on my face.
"Don't be so heartless. You want to come, but you use sister Yinling as a cover." Yiren actually laughed, but then cried again: "Do you know that you have taken root in my heart and can no longer be driven away?"
Tears really came down. I couldn't stand seeing girls cry, but I could only turn my face away.
"I'm already a husband, forget me." I tried hard to squeeze out these words, but I felt myself weakening.
"I know you have me in your heart, and I am very happy. There, Sister Yinling will not drive me away, and cannot drive me away. That's enough, Brother Zirui, take care!" Hearing her laughter in my ears, it seemed as if everything became so beautiful again.
It was a day later that I returned to Shanglinyuan. I don’t know how I got back.
But I know how I got there, because it was Yinling who held my horse's reins.
I supported her and she supported me. I tried to smile. Maybe I needed to take a nap. I hadn't slept for a long time.
Yinling, then take a rest.
I seemed to have told her everything, but Yinling didn't seem to have finished listening. She just thought, forget it, everything is over, go to sleep.
Yinling didn't blame me. She just lay quietly in my arms and fell asleep with me. When I woke up, she was still at my chest.
I guess she didn't sleep well these two days.
I stroked Yinling's thin shoulders with my hands, and my heart ached. I thought, I am an incompetent husband. I don't even know what the right thing to do is. I somewhat agree with what I did, but I also regret that I shouldn't have gone out this time and let her get hurt again.
The wife in his arms finally woke up, or maybe she hadn’t slept well. She didn’t murmur sleepily, but she said with a hint of melancholy: “In fact, you still can’t forget her.”
"If I can't forget, then I can't forget. If I forget, wouldn't that mean I'm too heartless? I wanted to fall in love with her, so I decided to marry her and love her for the rest of my life. That was the first time I had such a wish. But God knows that my life is like this. Since Ling Pei is mine, how can I betray her? Even for the two of you, I don't know how to face it together. I want to be good to you, but I don't know how to express it. If Ling is Pei, and Pei is Ling, how wonderful it would be!"
"Actually, I stole half of you from Sister Pei." The wife in his arms suddenly sighed.
"Actually... not really." I wanted to tell Yin Ling the truth, but I was worried and couldn't say it. But after I said it, Yin Ling said "hmm" and asked, and immediately changed from a sanctimonious hypocrite to a frivolous scoundrel: "Actually, I'm just too lustful. I think Ling and Pei are both top-quality women. It would be best to marry them and enjoy the happiness of having two wives. That's the best of the best."
Ling'er snorted and hit me on the belly as a punishment.
I asked if I could do something more meaningful.
Yinling suddenly became depressed again. Her sex life was not normal again. How could she have our child in the future
I asked what that had to do with having children.
After another punch to the stomach, she heard the answer. However, Yiren was also a beginner. She only knew that it was normal to have sex once a month in order to conceive.
I just need to do more, and expressed my intention to start trying.
Not surprisingly, my stomach was attacked again. But this time, Yiren agreed.
In short, many girls usually use a way to express their agreement, opposition, doubt and other opinions. However, boys are usually the victims in this way.
The day after I came back, Brother Zhongdao did not come to discuss with me, but since the emperor did not send anyone to urge me, I did not urge him either.
Brother Zilong has had a special behavior recently that is worth noting. He came to see the child every day with Mengqi and his younger brothers and sisters. When they went back, Mengqi would take his younger brothers away first.
The residents of Pingle were all very clear about what happened next, because we would gather together in Song's house, drinking and chatting with a lot of bad taste, watching Brother Zilong walking with the girl on horseback in the sunset. Among them, Yue Hou and his wife were the happiest.
Song wanted to change rooms with others, but was rejected by everyone. Qiu Luan said she would consider it and suggested that her roommates would not object to changing roommates, but Song rejected her.
The girl's name is Yunlu, she was fourteen that year, and Brother Zilong is one year older than me, twenty-one. Song, two girls and three boys, in line with Zhouyi's female yin and male yang (odd numbers are yang, even numbers are yang), if it succeeds, it will be this year. **It's over, Brother Zilong is too old, when Zilong was sixty, the girl was only forty, the girl's family would definitely not be happy.
As expected, ** was beaten.
I have always believed that I can predict who will beat others and who will be beaten, especially when I am the one beating others.
But I also have a concern. I'm afraid her father really won't agree to this marriage.
Yinling, it will definitely work.
I believe Yinling, especially when her inferences are what I like, I believe them even more.
So the next day, when Yinling suddenly told me mysteriously and excitedly that she might be pregnant, I almost fainted with joy.
That year, I was twenty years old and about to become a father of two children.
Note 1: After thinking about it, I couldn't help but make a note. Although there was a concept in ancient times that "hair and bones are inherited from parents and cannot be abandoned", there is a time frame, that is, men after the age of twenty and women after the age of fifteen. Some people insist that hair and beards cannot be cut from the beginning. I still remember that a gentleman once left a message in the comment area saying that after seeing Zi Rui shaving, he never read it again and I didn't understand anything. I was sorry at the time, I didn't write well. But I don't think I was wrong. In fact, even after adulthood, trimming hair and beards is not so strictly taboo, even in aristocratic families. After all, there are such craftsmen in ancient books, and of course their main job is trimming, not cutting hair. As for why I replied like this, it is because there are actually quite a few chapters about Zi Rui shaving. I think that the reason why this reader decided not to read on after reading this is probably not because of what he thinks is an omission, but because I wrote poorly, which is why I replied to him like that. In fact, the reader only needs to consider the simplest thing. In ancient paintings, whether the children have longevity peach hair, Ah Fu hair, or two pigtails, their heads are often bald. Can normal children grow that kind of hair distribution without shaving? Why do some ancient emperors have no beard on the jaw, or even no beard in middle age? Does the emperor also need to purify himself? Just kidding. Hair and beards still need to be trimmed from time to time. I think about it and decide not to make a note for this paragraph. I am afraid that someone will ask about it in the future. It is too long. Therefore, I will not post this in the VIP version. You can check it out in the free version. In fact, not only this, but also someone mentioned that I used a lot of "I" in my speech. The ancients did not use "I". They should use "I" and "Yu". Of course, I still don't understand anything. I am very embarrassed about this, and now I can't hold it back any longer. The two sentences "Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want." ("Shu Li" in "The Book of Songs", Chunqiu) and "People are the knife and I am the fish", "Records of the Grand Historian", Western Han Dynasty) are both very famous. I won't explain it in detail. What I wrote has "I" and "I", and it all depends on which word is more fluent. Some people also used Cao Cao's "Short Song" as an example. Of course, I still don't understand anything... In fact, Cao Cao also has "The Song of the Grassland", and one of his sons, Cao Zhi, wrote "Why are you so anxious to fight each other?" In fact, to extend it a little, his other son Cao Pi wrote the first seven-character poem.