Rong Tang paused for a century before speaking with difficulty: "He is really good at it."
The system did not refute him this time: [Indeed.]
He sat in the chair for most of the day and prepared himself mentally before opening the envelope again.
The letter paper was three pages long. Rong Tang read it from time to time and it took him half an afternoon to finish reading it all.
The first sentence: Tangtang, my husband, seeing your letter is like meeting you. Six days have passed since we parted, and every moment feels like a year.
Rong Tang paused for a long time before he dared to look down, his ears felt hot.
The meaning of the letter is roughly: [I felt very lonely when you were away these days. Yesterday, when I heard that you were coming back, I was so happy that I stayed up all night. I really wanted to see you.
These days, I occasionally go out of the house and saw that the Lu's Bookstore in the west of the city had newly put on sale several popular Jiangnan vernacular books. Thinking that you would like to read them, I bought some and put them in the study for you to read.
A new Sichuan restaurant has opened in the south of the city. I can smell the spicy aroma wafting from it as I walk on the road. I miss the taste of my hometown, but then I remember that you said you would go there with me if you had the chance in the future. I feel very happy and look forward to your early return every day.
My uncle came two days ago. I didn't want to see him because Tangtang hated him. But he brought some dried fruits that are only produced in Shu. I tasted them and found that each one was full, uniform in color and delicious. I let him in because I thought you lived in Beijing and might not have tasted them. Tangtang can also eat some when she reads the storybooks in the future.
There is a camellia blooming in the yard, it is pink and white and very beautiful. I wanted to pick it and put it in front of your bed, but I don’t know if the camellia season can last for half a month.
I wrote an inscription for our house and had intended to show it to you today, but unfortunately you didn't come. I warned Shuangshou not to tell anyone and Tangtang not to make things difficult for him. I'll let you see it when you come to marry me on the wedding day.
The weather in Beijing has been fluctuating recently. You are not in good health, so don't go out in the morning or evening. Remember not to add or remove clothes at will to avoid catching a cold.
I am doing fine, I hope Tangtang is better than me.]
At the end of the letter, there was still a line of beautiful handwriting, but the words became more gentle and affectionate.
[I respectfully send a delegation, hoping that you will give me your seal.]
Yufeng also means a reply. Su Huaijing told him cautiously and carefully: I hope Tangtang will write back to me.
Rong Tang felt a little unwell. The tea had been cold for most of the day, and he grabbed it and drank it in one gulp without thinking, but it couldn't dispel the heat on half of his face.
Rong Tang turned his head and looked out the window. Half of the peach blossoms had fallen from the tree, but the flowers were still blooming. It was not summer yet.
[Host, you are shy.] The system observed for a long time and said coldly.
"No!" Rong Tang retorted, "I just..."
After a long while, the system did not come up with the next words. It recalled the world the host came from and deduced: [Host, you have never confiscated a love letter. ]
"Of course not!" Rong Tang retorted subconsciously, but after retorting, he immediately understood why he was blushing so much.
This really... looks too much like a love letter. Help me.
Rong Tang's modern body looks about 70% similar to his current shell, and his height is also slightly taller than it is now.
The two or three points of difference are simply because he is in good health in modern times, not as sickly and pale as he is today.
This means that he is destined to have not only no shortage of pursuers, but also many people pursuing him.
When Rong Tang was in school, he also received several love letters, but some sentences looked different to the recipients when they were written in vernacular Chinese and classical Chinese.
When reading vernacular Chinese, Rong Tang could only appreciate the other person's kindness while trying to find a way to politely refuse him.
But when reading classical Chinese, not only did the plain paper and ink add a bit of charm, he also habitually translated it while reading. When he finished reading it all, he had no other thoughts in his mind except one: he is so good.
[Is it possible that you and the other person are just classmates, and the person writing to you now is your future wife?] The system added coldly, [And you didn't have this expression when you burned the secret letter in your previous life.]
Rong Tang covered his face dejectedly: "Stop talking..."
His face is so hot that you can fry an egg on it...
He was very puzzled, how could the villain accept the character of "wife" so calmly and say "marry me" so calmly!
Rong Tang felt shy just by seeing it.
If Shuangshou hadn't told him what happened in the capital before, if he hadn't read the original text and lived two lives in the book, he would really have believed that Su Huaijing had been waiting for him in Yong'an Lane like a wife-waiting stone these days!
It still tastes like my hometown. You are bullying me because I don’t know that you are from the imperial city, so you are playing with me, right
Rong Tang felt deeply frustrated. He had a feeling that he was on the same side as the villain, but he was still no match for him.
Rong Tang slumped in the chair like a defeated groundhog, staring at the three pieces of paper, his eyes sometimes dazed and sometimes shy.
The system observed for a long time and urged: [Host, please reply. ]
"Go to sleep!" Rong Tang said.
[Tsk… Tangtang is furious.]
His system was like a spirit. It went offline immediately after he said this, and Rong Tang couldn't even curse at it.
Rong Tang unfolded the letter paper and held the brush in his hand for a long time without writing a single word. He put the brush back into the inkstone and licked it before the ink dripped.
[Huai Jingwu—]
He wrote three words and got stuck again. He crumpled the paper into a ball in frustration and threw it aside.
[Huai Jing, I am glad to hear from you.]
I am very delighted to receive your letter.
]
When Rong Tang started writing, he felt a little overwhelmed, but as he wrote, things became smoother. Before he knew it, he found that he had written three and a half pages.
Not only did he reply to every point in Su Huaijing's letter, he also told him that the apricot blossoms on the Tuolan Temple were very beautiful, and that the world-famous Master Huimian was actually a young man in his thirties; today he tricked Rong Zheng into buying him two squares of top-quality ink, and that the princess liked this daughter-in-law who had not yet married...
After writing the letter, Rong Tang read it again. The shy feeling that made him want to find a hole to crawl into disappeared, and was replaced by a subtle pleasure.
Today I just discovered that Su Huaijing understands me very well, so we wrote each other a letter to tell each other about our recent lives.
This doesn't seem like a love letter, but more like a confidant.
Rong Tang waited until the ink was completely dry before folding it up and stuffing it into an envelope, sealing it with wax, and then took it out to call Shuangshou.
It was already dusk and the courtyard was dim. Rong Tang raised his eyes and suddenly found a yellow and white camellia flower blooming in the corner of the wall.
He was pleasantly surprised, bent down to take a look, then without thinking, folded it up, soaked it in clean water and put it on the desk. After thinking for a moment, he opened the letter again and added a sentence at the end.
[There is also a camellia in my yard, but it is yellow and white. I like it very much and have already picked it. I will enjoy it and read the storybook with me tomorrow.]
The pen tip paused, Rong Tang couldn't hold back any longer, and raised his hand to draw two wavy lines and a V at the end of this sentence.
He didn't know whether Su Huaijing could understand it, but he understood it anyway.
After doing all this, Rong Tang re-applied the sealing wax and handed the envelope to Shuangshou.
Shuangshou smiled as soon as he got it: "Master Su also told me to go back tomorrow morning to get the letter. Now it's good, I can deliver the letter and get it at the same time."
Rong Tang was a little surprised: "He asked you to go again tomorrow?"
"Yes!" Shuangshou nodded. "Master Su said that the young master is a person who can't sit still. He might get bored if he is locked up at home. He said he would write you a letter every day and talk to you."
Rong Tang opened his mouth for a long time before he replied blankly, "I know."
After Shuangshou left, the system woke up from hibernation. Seeing his appearance, it instinctively asked: [Host, why are you laughing? ]
Rong Tang raised his hand and pressed the corner of his lips, saying fiercely: "You are not allowed to speak."
Rong Tang did not have nightmares when he went to bed that night. The next morning, he was helping the princess. He was absent-minded and kept looking outside subconsciously. After misplacing a pair of Dongzhu earrings, Wang Xiuyu drove him out of the warehouse: "Go, go, go, you are just causing trouble."
Rong Tang hurried to Tanghua Courtyard. On the way, he passed by the pond but did not feed the fish. He entered the yard and looked around. Shuangfu understood and asked a cleaning servant casually, and then replied: "Master, Shuangshou has not come back yet."
"Oh." Rong Tang retracted his gaze and coughed lightly, trying to cover up his mistake: "I didn't look for him."
Shuangfu suppressed his laughter: "Yes."
Shuangshou came back after a long time after lunch. He had eaten in Yong'an Lane. Rongtang was taking a nap at that time. When he woke up, he saw a letter pressed on the study table in the same place as yesterday. The lacquer seal overlapped, and it looked like it had been sealed and then opened again. It was much thicker than yesterday.
[Tangtang, my husband, seeing your letter is like meeting you (crossed out). I am so happy to receive your letter that my eyes are filled with tears.]
So the heat that Rong Tang had suppressed with great difficulty yesterday surged up to his head again.
He read the whole article, and Su Huaijing said that he was very happy that Tangtang also had a camellia. After receiving the letter, he cut off the pink and white camellia and placed it next to the beauty couch. This way, when he got tired of writing and looked up, he could still think that Rongtang was there.
Rong Tang was stunned and subconsciously raised his hand to lightly touch the petals on the desk.
The last sentence of the letter was worded differently.
[Stretching my neck to look forward, I hope for a beautiful letter.]
Outside the courtyard, birds were singing on the branches of trees in spring, and the breeze was gentle. Rong Tang thought for a while, took out his pen, and wrote:
[Huai Jing, I am glad to receive your letter.]
In the spring of March in the ninth year of the Qingzheng reign, two major events occurred in Dayu.
First, the fifth prince, who had lived in the cold palace for a long time, was praised by the Taifu as a talented person who should be a regent as soon as he came out; second, the emperor, empress and the second prince left the palace and headed east to Mount Tai to worship their ancestors. On the way, they met a knight riding a white tiger, who boasted that the emperor had made great achievements and the heir had extraordinary character and appearance, and he even attracted strange beasts to appear in the world to pay homage. He admired him very much and specially presented the auspicious sign to Your Majesty, hoping to devote himself to the royal family and Dayu.
These two events more or less changed the future direction of Dayu in history. But in Ningxuan Palace and Tanghua Courtyard, Rong Tang just fell asleep or woke up day after day with the rising and setting of the sun and moon, went to pay respects to the princess in the morning and went back to his room to sleep at noon.
After waking up from a sleep, I found that the spring days were long. I sat at the desk and opened a letter with the ink just dried. I read it carefully, then racked my brains to write a reply. A whole day had passed.
Half a month passed like quicksand, and in a blink of an eye it was March 18th.
The sorghum was carried, the red clothes were put on, and the gold-painted and colorful ceremonial procession banged and banged all the way, starting from the Ningxuan Palace, circling half of the Imperial City, and finally stopped at the door of a newly moved family in Yong'an Lane.
According to people who came later, firecrackers and red paper were scattered all over the ground that day, and passers-by on the road scrambled to grab the red envelopes. Each red paper package contained genuine silver leaves.
The betrothal gifts were carried through three streets, and the dowry was carried for ten miles. Those who knew said that the Prince of Ningxuan was marrying a male wife, while those who didn't know said that the emperor was marrying the empress.
It is indeed endless wealth, and today’s happy event is known to the Jade Court.
The various opinions in the outside world had nothing to do with Rong Tang. He was now sitting in the carriage, coughing so hard that his lungs were about to burst.
Wang Xiuyu originally did not allow him to go to the wedding in person, saying that Rong Zheng or Rong Yuan should go to welcome his sister-in-law. Even the letter that Su Huaijing sent yesterday said that the journey was long and that they would have to stop while walking, and she was worried that he would not be able to bear it, so he should not come in person.
But Rong Tang refused to do it. At first, he wanted to ride a horse, but Wang Xiuyu tried to stop him. Finally, the mother and son bargained, and the princess agreed to let him ride in a carriage.
But he never expected that welcoming the bride would be such a tiring job. Even though he didn't have to smile and greet people along the way while sitting in the carriage, he couldn't stand the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers, the joyful sounds of trumpets and suonas, and the laughter of people rushing to grab red envelopes...
Rong Tang felt like his eardrums were about to explode and his lungs were about to break down.
Finally the carriage stopped. He drank half a cup of tea to suppress the itchiness in his throat, straightened his clothes and was about to go downstairs to pick up Su Huaijing, but he heard a gasp and an exclamation.
The shouts were deafening and countless people were reveling nearby.
Before Rong Tang could react, his eyes suddenly lit up, and someone got into the car with a smile on his face, and asked in a gentle voice, "Can I call you husband today?"
"… "
Rong Tang was stunned for a moment, but when he heard the commotion outside the car, he finally reacted.
very good.
He came to pick up the bride, and the bride got into the car on her own initiative.
Well done.
(End of this chapter)