How could the marriage proposal of the ancients be so straightforward? Can you just ask it face to face? Yan Bing's whole body was blindfolded, and she looked at her uncle a little helplessly.

Li Mao was already thinking about the marriage of his niece, and when he saw that Rong Wenyuan was seriously asking to marry, he couldn't help but sigh and ask, "What are you going to take to marry Wu Niang?" I will agree to marry her to you. ”

Wen Yuan replied without thinking: "I want to be a clean official, except for the official position, I only have the grange given by my adoptive father to barely make ends meet, and I can't give Ah Bing a lot of wealth, but I can promise to hold the hand of my son and grow old with my son, and spend my whole life to pity her, protect her, and never give up." ”

After finishing speaking, he paused again, and added with a little apprehension: "Thirty children need to take concubines, but only concubines ask for children and do not stay at home for long." ”

Wen Yuan had already been the heir of the Duan Nei servant, and there was no way to escape this, and the short-term maiden of the good family left a son for the concubine and sent away the biological mother, which was already the best way he could think of.

What's more, there are still eleven years before he is thirty years old, and in such a long time, he may have already had a bunch of sons and daughters.

Hearing him take the initiative to mention taking a concubine, Li Mao, who never messed with flowers, frowned at first, then slowly stretched, and finally only asked: "Can you guarantee that you will be honest and honest in your life, and you will not be a minister?" ”

Li Mao, as the prince of the country, has seen many scholars in his life, Rong Wenyuan is the best among them, the young jinshi is not shocked and has a righteous face, but he has always felt that this person is not so simple and straightforward as it seems on the surface, perhaps, after twenty years, he will either be loyal or rape, and marrying his niece is not a small risk.

"Yes, I intend to be honest and honest with my sleeves." Wen Yuan replied frankly, even if he was looked at by Li Mao with scrutinizing eyes, there was no turmoil in his heart, because he answered the truth. The only apprehension lies in whether the other party believes it or not, and whether he is willing to agree to the marriage if he believes it.

"Okay, you have to remember this sentence for the rest of your life," Li Mao believed it, but he looked at Yan Bing and asked, "Uncle is not good at such a big thing, you are a child with ideas, what do you think?" ”

The ball is kicking it back?! Yan Bing was watched by the three people, including her brother, and her palms were sweating with nervousness.

She wanted to agree, because she felt that in this era of marrying with a veil on her head, there was no more reliable person who knew the roots than her childhood sweetheart, not to mention that the vernacular that Wen Yuan said before really moved her, there was no flowery rhetoric but it seemed to sound particularly practical and reliable.

Only the matter of the concubine made Yan Bing's heart a little blocked. But in this era when three wives and four concubines are rampant, Wen Yuan is equivalent to selling his body, and he must have an heir, and he must have counted the concubines as the most helpless concession.

Yan Bing firmly believes that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the two of them will not fall to this step. If this is the case, it is also a way to get together, but there is no need to discuss it at this time.

The only question is how to express his willingness to marry euphemistically and implicitly at Grandpa's funeral. You can't say "I do" as loudly as you take a church oath, can you? It's so unladylike.

"......" Yan Bing thought for a while, buried her head and twisted the tips of her fingers to make a shy, and then replied in a mosquito-loud voice, "In the future, you will be Jing Zhaoyin, and I will open a pastry shop, which must be quite good." "You are honest and I make money, it's so simple and rude!

"Well, good! Then I will go back to my adoptive father and ask him to come and formally propose. The boulder in Wen Yuan's heart finally landed, and he couldn't help but bend his lips and smile lightly.

In fact, he also wanted to say that there are regulations in this dynasty that officials above the fifth grade are not allowed

Wen Yuan left Shuhou Mansion with his promise and went to General Duan's Mansion in the same place. Walking on the road, his steps were unusually brisk and even a little excited.

Le Zizi said in his heart: I really have to thank Zheng Gongxu, if he hadn't intervened in a stroke, and it was really not a good match, Li Xianjiu was afraid that it would not be so easy to recognize himself!

When he really walked to the second gate of the Duan family and followed the maidservant to the garden, he began to suffer from gains and losses in his heart, lest this almost certain matter be vetoed by his adoptive father.

Entering the garden, Wen Yuan raised his eyes and saw a lotus pond, with green leaves and buds. By the pond, there are weeping willows, and there are three young women playing with silk and bamboo under the willow trees, and the tune is melodious and tactful.

General Duan reclined on the bamboo beard bed in the water pavilion, wearing a light brown light gauze coat, and sipping chilled wine.

When Wen Yuan walked into the water pavilion and stood in front of his adoptive father, after stumbling and saying what he meant, Duan Rongxuan waved his hand to signal the singer to leave, and then asked the heir, "If I don't want to help you say goodbye, what should you do?" ”

"......" Wen Yuan was silent for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "You can't get married during the filial piety period, and there will always be a chance for Zheng Gongxu to have the upper hand in three years and die on the Oiran in Pingkangli!" ”

A greedy and lustful person, there are too many times to stay in the Qinglou, and it is not difficult to find an opportunity to be poisoned. first killed him for a hundred years, and then found another family for Yan Bing, who was a widow.

Seeing Wen Yuan say vicious words with a gentleman's face, General Duan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"I still think you are learning from Li Mao, you are upright, I didn't expect to be able to say such things." Duan Rongxuan smiled, but he was more intimate with Wen Yuan in his heart.

Thinking that General Duan himself had planned a similar "accident" when he was young, and now seeing that his heir had made the same choice, he felt as if there was a certain number in the dark.

Rong Wenyuan should be his son!

"Since this is the first thing you earnestly ask me to do, then I should do it. Are you going to go to the Yushitai, marry a woman who has no father or mother, and no family involvement, so as to save the signs of forming a party and being rejected by the saint in the future. But in fact, she is the granddaughter of the Li family who is full of peach and plums, and she is cheap and has not taken on a name in vain, and the advantages outweigh the disadvantages!

Duan Rongxuan felt that Wen Yuan's idea was very good, and he listened to him talk about the confrontation with the governor of Dingyue County, and he was worried that he would not be able to rob the people of the palace.

"Can the king scare you? You don't have to deal with him at all, let's find someone with a higher status to make a decision. General Duan smiled lightly, and after saying that, he ordered someone to change his clothes and change into official clothes, and immediately entered the palace to ask for his will.

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Within two days, the king of Dingyue County handed over the famous assassin to invite Duan Rongxuan for an interview, and the Shu family received the holy decree and the Yi decree one after another.

Because Shu Hongyang was seriously injured in office to suppress bandits, and then died of illness, it was regarded as sacrificing his life for the country, and His Majesty took pity on his two children when they were young.

The queen learned that Rong Wenyuan, a young man who was righteous and brave, had rescued Shu Yanbing from fire and water a few years ago, and felt that this was a marriage made in heaven, and happily gave the marriage. Rong Wenyuan, the lieutenant of Lantian County, was allowed to be hired during the woman's filial piety, signed a marriage letter to sign a marriage contract, and ordered her to take care of the Shu family brothers and sisters as her fiancé.

In addition, there are also a number of rewards such as gold and silver, brocade silk, etc., and then pour something at home to make it together, which is already a dowry.

The matter was settled, and there was no room for negotiation. was so angry that Zheng Gongxu beat his chest at home, smashed the cup and smashed the bowl, but he was helpless.

Rong Wenyuan was proud of the spring breeze and went to the post happily.

Lantian County, only 100 miles away from Beijing, is the ancestral tomb of the Shu family, where the sacrificial field is, the two filial sons and filial daughters plan to live in the soil next to Shuhou after the funeral for 13 months, just to facilitate him to "take care" nearby!

The summer is scorching, and the time of stopping the spirit is not easy to be too long. Shu Yanjie, who was married to the eldest son of Suizhou Thorn Shishu, entered Beijing with her husband to prepare for next year's system examination, and just happened to be in time for Shu Hongyang's funeral.

The eldest uncle mentioned yì, and everyone discussed it again, and all the relatives and friends who should have come came, so they simply mourned. On the way, he stayed in Baiyun Temple in Lantian County for three days to do the last ceremony.

Yan Jie and her husband naturally went to the Zen temple with them, and when they saw Sister Shu again after a few years, Yan Bing felt that Siniang seemed to have changed a lot.

She vaguely remembered that Yanjie used to be like a delicate flower, although she was a little pretentious, she was also full of vigor and longing for the future, but now she is less than ten years old, but she has become gloomy.

In Baiyun Temple, after the first day's ritual was over, everyone had a fast meal together, and they were ready to go to bed, Yan Bing walked two steps quickly and stood in front of Sister Shu, wanting to talk to her for a few words—she was too busy to speak when she came to the funeral yesterday.

"Sister has lost a lot." Yan Bing tried her best to be as soft and kind as possible. She was really tall and thin, and the makeshift uniform white linen clothes were as empty as a burlap bag on her body.

Yan Jie, who was combing her fallen horse bun obliquely, moved to the side, held her shoulders and did not turn her head sideways, only glanced at Yan Bing with her residual eyes, and asked with a light snort: "Didn't you make it?" If it weren't for your many mouths, how could I lose my reputation and be forced to leave Beijing to marry? ”

But you can't hold back and let him die in vain when you know that your grandfather was poisoned, right?

Yan Jie choked Yan Bing enough with just one sentence, and she panicked in her heart, and she didn't want to say anything more to Sister Shu, so she simply apologized for what happened back then and went back to their respective houses.

After a night of tossing and turning, Yan Bing's mind repeatedly flashed the voices, smiles, and dying appearance of her grandfather, Li, and grandfather, sometimes falling asleep in a daze, sometimes waking up in fright.

In the fog, she suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps outside the door, and suddenly woke up completely, called the maidservant Nuan Xiang and asked, it was early in the morning, when the sky was just dawning.

"Lady, rest again, slave maid go fetch water." Nuan Xiang went to open the door, and before she stepped out of the door, she suddenly saw a thin round strip falling from outside the house, and couldn't help but "huh".

When Yan Bing heard the movement, she remembered the inexplicable footsteps and felt very upset, so she said loudly in the side room: "What is it?" I'll take a look. ”

"I don't know, it's bloody to the touch, what kind of raw meat is it?" Nuan Xiang felt that the thing was a little disgusting, but the master couldn't get over it after asking, so she had to wrap it in a handkerchief and pick it up and enter the door.

Yan Bingben sat in front of the mirror and combed her hair slowly, and when she looked sideways, she was suddenly frightened, and she couldn't help but lose her corner comb and exclaimed: "Ah! Quick, throw it out! Report, report! ”

Nuan Xiang grew up in the back house since she was a child, and she didn't have anyone else, so she couldn't recognize that thing.

Yan Bing secretly watched a small movie at the beginning, this thing...... It's clearly a man's thing!