The small date will be in February next year and the big date will be in March.
Jiang Nuan was tired all the way and was busy socializing when she came back, so her body was somewhat overwhelmed.
Wei Yu then took the decision and asked her to close the door to thank guests and rest for a while first.
After Jiang Nuan recovered, he called Xu Chunjun to enter the palace.
The princess born to Cen Yunchu is already seven years old and looks very much like her.
She took Jiang Nuan's hand and said, "I remember that you like to drink goose wine the most, so I have prepared it for you a long time ago.
When I enter the palace this time, please stay longer. I miss you so much."
Jiang Nuan also smiled and said: "How come I don't miss the queen? Sometimes in my dreams, I go to the palace to see you."
"I used to be a person who never dreamed. Even if I occasionally dreamed and woke up, I would forget them all." Xu Chunjun said, "In recent years, maybe because I have gotten a little older, I often dream about it."
"Go back and ask the imperial doctor to take your pulse to see if you are weak." Cen Yunchu said, "At our age, we should think about taking good care of ourselves."
When going to bed at night, Cen Yunchu, Jiang Nuan and Xu Chunjun shared a big bed.
"A Nuan, you told us to sleep on the quilt," Cen Yunchu said with a smile, "Once you develop this habit, you can never change it."
"That's right," Xu Chunjun nodded with a smile, "I really can't go back."
"I just heard that General Ke passed away last year when I came back. It's really a pity." Jiang Nuan sighed and said, "His health has always been good."
"Originally, it was good. After my mother passed away, he was depressed all day long, and his body collapsed." Cen Yunchu's tone could not hide his loneliness.
"One life, one autumn." Jiang Nuan also sighed, "I think when we first came to the capital, our parents were only our current age.
In the blink of an eye, old age fades away, just like a dream."
"A Nuan, you have to relax yourself." Cen Yunchu comforted her softly, "You are only at this age, so you have to learn to look forward."
Xu Chunjun also gently held Jiang Nuan's hand. Without Huo Tian, Jiang Nuan must be in pain.
But what Cen Yunchu said is also true. For things that you can't do anything about, you can only learn to let go and move on.
Jiang Nuan was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I understand your intentions, and I also know that I can't go back no matter what.
But unless I die, I will always remember him in my heart.
But don't worry, I won't cry and feel sorry for myself anymore.
Because I know that if he has a spirit, he must also want me to live happily.
Many, many years ago, when we first got married, we once talked about life and death.
He repeatedly told me that one day he would leave me and I must live well and happily.
That way he can feel at ease.
I am a talentless and incompetent person, and what he gives me is very different from what I give him.
I can't let him down anymore, otherwise, how should I face him a hundred years later?"
"A Nuan, if you think so, we feel relieved." Xu Chunjun has never spoken to her about this issue directly in these days. Now when he heard her say this, he finally let go of his worries.
A husband like Huo Tian is always rare. Jiang Nuan always felt that God was too kind to her.
Later, there was no news from Huo Tian, and Jiang Nuan was in pain and wished to live.
But she couldn't follow them. The three children still had no father. How could she, the mother, have the heart to abandon them again?
What's more, Jiang Nuan herself came from a general family, and her grandfather died in the war.
Her grandmother raised the children on her own.
In Jiang Nuan's heart, she regarded this old lady as her role model.
Shortly after Jiang Nuan, mother and son returned to Beijing, the emperor ordered his eldest son Huo Zao to assume the title.
Time flies and next year, Huo Zao will get married.
Fang Fei was the adopted daughter of the empress, her father was the prime minister of the dynasty, her mother was a first-class official, and Huo Zao was of a very high background.
They were two childhood sweethearts with similar backgrounds.
It can be said that they are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.
Ever since Fang Fei's wedding date was set, Zheng Wuji had been tossing and turning frequently.
These two daughters were his darlings, especially Fangfei, who really hurt him beyond measure.
Of course he knew that Nanda girls should get married first, but when he thought about his daughter getting married, he couldn't help but feel sad.
It was not easy to show off in front of Xu Chunjun, so he often returned home and sat alone in his study.
He took out the playthings Fang Fei used to play with when he was a child and the hairpin he used to comb his hair and put them on the table. He looked at them for an hour or two.
Fangfei is lively and smart, how can she not understand what her father is thinking?
Therefore, I changed my approach every day and cooked for my father myself.
I have to carry it over myself and watch my father eat it.
"Stop cooking, I might burn you." Zheng Wuji felt sorry for his daughter, "You are about to get married, and there are a lot of things to prepare for."
"Nothing is as important as you, dad." Fang Fei smiled and hugged Zheng Wuji's arm, as if she was still the little girl who had not grown up. "Even if I get married, I will come back to see you every day."
"That's not possible. After all, you married into the Huo family and spent all day running to your parents' house." Zheng Wuji straightened his expression and said, "Your mother-in-law is not good at housekeeping, and she doesn't have those thoughts now. You must have married her.
Be filial to your mother-in-law."
"I know." Fang Fei said, "She watched me grow up, and she will not love me any less than my parents."
"That's true. If you marry into the Huo family, your mother and I will have no worries." Zheng Wuji let out a long sigh of relief.
"Yes, dad, so you must not worry about me, and you must take care of yourself. You are now the prime minister of a country, and you have everything to deal with every day. As a daughter, I can't share your worries, so how can I make you more miserable?"
Fang Fei raised her eyes and saw the silver thread on Zheng Wuji's temples, and couldn't help but have red eyes.
"Good boy, dad is not sentimental. You married well and are sensible. Your husband loves you and your mother-in-law loves you. Why should I be worried?" Zheng Wuji's words were not only comforting his daughter, but also comforting himself.
On the official wedding day, Fang Fei finished dressing up and was helped by Xi Po to say goodbye to her father and mother.
Xu Chunjun took her hand and gave her gentle instructions.
Zheng Wuji sat there with no expression on his face, and just said: "Don't waste the auspicious time, get on the sedan quickly!"
Wait until Fangfei turns around and leaves, walking out the door.
He couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and started crying.
It turns out that the expressionless expression just now was just a matter of endurance.
"Master, this is a happy event, don't be sad anymore." After he cried for a while, Xu Chunjun handed him the handkerchief, "My daughter is married so close, she will come back whenever you want to see her."
Zheng Wuji nodded and finally stopped crying.
However, if he knew that Fang Fei and Huo Zao's son would secretly pull out his beard in the future, he might not be so eager for his daughter to come home more often.
