The tears that fell so violently and the pale face made Rong Yuan feel a little pain in his heart, but he still hardened his heart and said, "Yes! Zhang Zhuangyuan is the princess's good match.
If the princess loses this happy marriage, I will never feel at ease in my life."
"Rong Yuan." She suddenly called him affectionately, "Will you be happy if I marry Zhang Ying?"
Knowing that she was heartbroken, he still said cruelly: "Yes!"
"Okay! Okay!" Jingxue nodded with tears in her eyes and said every word with all her strength: "It's a pity that I can't do what you want this time. Whether you love it or not, I will not marry Zhang Ying, even if...
It will cost me my life in the end."
Rong Yuan looked at her with complicated eyes. Such a stunningly talented, ethereal and fairy-like woman was passionately devoted to him. To say that he was not moved at all was undoubtedly a lie, but being moved did not mean love, and he even doubted that he would never be touched again.
To love anyone.
In this life, I only want to wait for Ling Ruo from afar, but I really don’t want to be involved in love anymore.
"Why should the princess be so persistent? A mediocre minister is not worthy of the princess. If the princess marries Zhang Zhuangyuan, they will love each other and be united forever!"
Together forever... These four words reminded Jingxue of the conversation between her and Rong Yuan when they were the imperial doctors last summer. These four words had never changed.
"You don't have to persuade her anymore. I can't change your mind, and neither can you." There was a heat in her eyes that made Rong Yuan's heart palpitate, and he didn't dare to look directly at her.
"You go out first, Ling Fujin and I have a few words to say." She waved her hand.
Rong Yuan hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing and retreated.
After he went out, Ling Ruo just spoke: "A few days ago, Zhang Zhuangyuan led all the scholars to parade through the streets. I have seen Zhang Zhuangyuan from afar. He is indeed a talented person. If he can win the title of number one scholar, he must be rich in knowledge and outstanding in talent. He...
…He is truly a good match for the princess.”
Jingxue smiled sadly, "I know Zhang Zhuangyuan is very good, but no matter how good he is, he is still not the person in my heart, and I will never be able to pass my own test."
Ling Ruo shook his head helplessly. The most difficult thing in the world is love. How many people spend their entire lives looking at it, but it is still like looking at flowers in the mist or the moon in the water.
"Actually, before Shicai came here, the emperor said that if he could not persuade the princess to change her mind, he would send Imperial Physician Xu to a bitter and cold place in the northwest. He had no choice but to do so." She hoped to make this ice-smart woman feel better.
"You don't have to comfort me." Jingxue slumped and closed her eyes. "Even if no one forces him, he will still say this. Ling Ruo, I really envy you. You have such a single-minded person. If you hadn't been
Point it out to Fourth Brother, and you will definitely be the happy woman in the world right now."
"How come there are so many what-ifs in the world? They are all just delusions." Ling Ruo sighed lightly and said: "Actually, the princess has always seen the most clearly. Why is she so persistent this time?"
Jingxue looked at her silently, and slowly said with a silent sigh: "How I hope that I am wrong once, how I hope that the path I foresee is wrong; so I unfilially refused Huang Ama's marriage offer; so
I went on a hunger strike willfully, hoping to be able to make my own choice for once. But it turned out that everything was just wishful thinking; the funny thing is that the biggest resistance did not come from Huang Ama and her identity as a princess, but from him!"
A butterfly flew from the window, fluttered its wings covered with tiny scales, circled around the room, and then stopped on the paper, its wings flapping slightly.
Jingxue looked at the butterfly and said silently: "It is another four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, it has been reincarnating and never stopped. I just don't know if there will be six reincarnations after death. If there is a next life, I would rather
Be a butterfly or a swimming fish, so you won't be emotional or sad."
"Princess, please don't think so." Ling Ruo could hear the frustration in her words and quickly held her hand that was still bone-chilling even in the early summer: "Princess was born in the heavenly family, and her status is precious. I don't know how much I have to give up."
People are envious."
"Envy?" Jingxue chuckled and said tiredly: "I would rather be born in an ordinary family. Prosperity and wealth are never what I want."
"But all things have feelings. Even if they are butterflies or fish, they will still love and be sad. Princess, don't you think that birds and fish are separated by water, and it is difficult to love each other." Ling Ruodun paused and advised again: "
Now that the matter has come to this, why doesn't the princess give herself a chance and give Zhang Zhuangyuan a chance? Does the princess really want to see Imperial Physician Xu being sent to the northwest military camp?
It is a bitter cold place with a harsh environment. If Dr. Xu goes there, he may never come back. There are also the emperor and concubine, who raised you and gave you all the good things in the world. Even if the emperor this time
The original intention of ordering you to marry is for your own good. I hope Zhang Zhuangyuan can make you happy. Does the princess really want to make them sad?"
Jingxue was silent, yes, she really wanted to watch Rong Yuan go away without returning, while Huang Ama and E Niang were sad?
The butterfly that had been standing still for a long time suddenly fluttered its wings and flew up, as if it had flown out of the painting, dancing gracefully in the sky. The bright and scorching sunlight shone on the butterfly, which was so beautiful that it seemed unreal; in contrast, Jingxue's face was as thin as paper under the sunshine.
.
Until Ling Ruo left, Jingxue said nothing. However, the next day, news came from the palace that Princess Dunke was willing to eat and no longer resisted the marriage. Her only request was that before she got married,
Rong Yuan is responsible for taking care of his body.
Kangxi promised, and the Ministry of Rites agreed on the wedding date. When Princess Dunke got married, she married the current number one scholar, the son of Prime Minister Zhang. Naturally, there was nothing careless about it. After careful consideration, the Ministry of Rites set the wedding date on the eighth day of August, which is the best day in the whole year.
Auspicious days of the zodiac.
The Minister of Rites was originally Shi Houde, the father of the Crown Princess. After the Crown Prince was deposed for the second time, his position was in jeopardy as he had no one to rely on. It rained all night and he was found to have embezzled and accepted bribes. After the evidence was proven, he was sentenced to confiscation of his home.
Then he was exiled three thousand miles away and was not allowed to return to Beijing for life.
As a result, the position of the Minister of Rites was vacant, and Kangxi never appointed a new Minister. Originally, it was okay to have two ministers to perform their duties, but it was somewhat insufficient to prepare for the princess's wedding. In order to avoid making mistakes, Kangxi
Zhu ordered Yinzhen to temporarily take charge of the Ministry of Rites.
Ling Ruo breathed a sigh of relief. It was undoubtedly a good thing that Jingxue could think about it. Although this decision made her very painful, she believed that there would be a rainbow after the storm. She and Zhang Ying would love each other until they grow old, and the identity of the princess was destined.
Zhang Ying will never take a concubine in her life. In this life, she can only love Xinjueluo Jingxue.
There is no need to compete with many women for a man, and there is no need to worry about being plotted and framed all the time. This is a blessing in itself, but she... is not as lucky as Jingxue.
Ling Ruo slowly tightened the thing in her hand, and a few tassels fell from the gaps between her fingers...