The scholar did not mention the fact that he was married. He only said that his parents were old and had no one to take care of him at home. He had to return home to fulfill his filial piety and wanted to resign from his marriage and official position.
When the emperor saw that this young man was not only talented and learned, but also so filial, he was so pleased that he pointed the prime minister's daughter directly to him.
As a result, the plot reached this point, and there was a wonderful twist - the scholar happily stayed in the capital, married the prime minister's beautiful daughter, and soon forgot about his original wife.
Ji Ling:……
She looked back at the concubines and saw that everyone was watching intently and with great interest. Even the third princess was attracted by the plot.
As a result, the scholar's hometown was hit by a drought that year, so his original wife worked hard and served her parents-in-law wholeheartedly, allowing them to eat rice, while she carried her parents-in-law on her back, swallowed the chaff, and fled to the capital to find a husband.
After enduring many hardships and encountering many dangers along the way, I finally arrived in the capital. After asking around, I heard that my husband had become the prime minister's son-in-law.
So the first wife finally took advantage of her husband's departure to stop the carriage and horse along the road, and tearfully recounted the misery after parting.
As a result, her husband was in a panic. He was afraid that others would reveal his past. He first made a fool of himself and said that the woman was a distant relative from his hometown. Then he quickly sent someone else to pick up his parents.
When the parents saw that their son had become the prime minister's son-in-law and was enjoying a meteoric rise, they immediately sided with their son's interests and kept saying that the original couple was only an oral marriage and had never really worshiped each other, so they could not be considered husband and wife.
The first wife cried and cried, and finally drowned and died.
When Ji Ling saw this, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
The script ends here.
Ji Ling's feeling was comparable to reading a torture novel, the kind of novel that tortures for the sake of torture, watching the protagonist being hung up and beaten all the way - he felt extremely unhappy.
Then I thought the protagonist would be reversed.
However, the author directly ended the story.
The third princess suppressed her anger, and said to her on the way back: "Mother, how disgusting! If it were me, such a heartless person, I would definitely hand over the imperial decree and have to pull him down!"
Ji Ling reached out and touched her head, paused and said, "Then what?"
The third princess turned her head and thought for a while and said: "Anyway, since he is so sorry for me, I will not let him have an easy time!"
Mother and daughter talked as they returned to Chengqian Palace.
Ji Ling looked at the clock and said, "Go to bed early. It's getting late. We'll watch the show tomorrow."
She waited until her daughter had taken a bath, dried her hair with her own hands, picked up her quilt and covered her with it.
The third princess closed her eyes obediently, then opened them again after a while, took her hand and said, "Mom, if it were you, what would you do if it were the same situation as in the play?"
There is no way to answer this question in Ji Ling's mind - today's time and space is no better than modern times. If such a thing really happens, women are actually very helpless.
However, if we were in modern times, things would be much easier to handle.
There is only one word: go.
Go now, as fast as possible, and never look back.
Don't waste a single minute of your precious time on unworthy people and things.
Life is not as long as you think.
The third princess stared at her, shook her sleeves, and urged: "Mother, you haven't answered me yet!"
Ji Ling lowered her head, touched her daughter's forehead, kissed her gently on the face, and said, "Sleep."
The third princess flattened her mouth in boredom, turned over, faced the wall, and murmured: "The script of this play is really boring, I might as well make up an ending!"
When she woke up the next morning, Ji Ling was eating a bowl of plain noodles in the main hall after washing and dressing up. As a result, the third princess actually brought the playbook.
She actually wrote another ending to yesterday's story.
Ji Ling actually found it quite interesting while watching it, and she couldn't help but laugh.
The third princess asked her to mix the noodles, put them into her mouth, and asked her while eating: "How is it?"
Ji Ling turned over a page and said, "Isn't it finished yet?"
The third princess nodded: "Well, I'm still writing, not so fast."
Ji Ling picked up a chopstick of small crispy pork with a smile and put it on the plate in front of her daughter: "Since we have continued writing, we must finish it and don't turn it into a trap!"
The third princess asked her doubtfully: "Mother,... what is a pit?"
Ji Ling chuckled, mixed the fried noodles with crispy pork and spicy sauce for her, and then warned her: "Put away the playbook! Don't let your emperor see it."
Time flies by and it's October. It's a crisp autumn day with cloudless weather.
Yinzhen took Hongxin to the school field for horse racing.
The palace's school grounds are located between the inner and outer palaces, not far from my elder brother's residence. Walk a little southwest, along the Neijinshui River, and you'll arrive in a short time.
Hongxin had known about it before and was filled with excitement and anticipation. By the time the master was still lecturing him in the study room that morning, he could no longer sit still and his heart was all over the school field.
In fact, if it were really about happiness, it would be happy to leave the palace and go horse racing, but it was rare after all for the Emperor to accompany him in person.
Hongxin wore a smart outfit, and the cuffs were made of brocade inlaid with silver threads and seawater patterns, wrapping her wrists tightly.
Manchu men conquered the world by riding and shooting. As a prince, you must not forget your roots, and you must practice riding and shooting regularly - this is also a tradition left by our ancestors.
As soon as the master announced that get out of class was over, Hongxin was almost like a spring and was about to bounce out of the chair.
After all, the master was still there, so he suppressed his emotions. As soon as the master went out and his figure disappeared around the corner, Hongxin immediately stood up and strode outside.
The rest of the time belongs to him and Huang Ama!
The little eunuch trotted right behind him, barely catching up as he kept panting.
When we arrived at the school grounds, a young eunuch had already brought over the little black horse that Brother Six always rode - it was a good horse that could only be chosen from a thousand miles. What was even more difficult was that it had a calm temperament and was not like ordinary famous horses. There was always something amiss.
Arrogant and reserved air.
When my sixth brother first learned to ride a horse, he rode this horse.
The little black horse hadn't seen his sixth brother for a long time, all because Hongxin was recovering from his injuries. When he saw his master coming, he immediately rubbed Hongxin affectionately.
Hongxin also raised his hand and touched its neck over and over again, hugging its horse's head.
Yinzhen rode on the horse and watched his son get on the horse. The little eunuch beside him handed the reins to the sixth elder brother. The riding and archery master smiled beside him and said: "The sixth elder brother and Mo Yun are destined."
Mo Yun - this is the name given to this horse by Brother Six himself. This horse is all black and runs fast and steady, as if it is in the clouds, so it got such a name.
Hongxin likes this horse very much.
Yinzhen smiled slightly at the side, reached out and patted Hongxin on the shoulder, but said meaningfully: "A good driver does not choose the good and the bad. A man can show off his horse, and the horse can show off his people."
Hongxin was stunned for a moment, chewing Huang Ama's words in her heart several times, and finally got some taste of them.