"I'm a family member after all, so what's the point of agreeing?" Princess Yufeng Shi Shiran stood up and said, "Of course I agree, but naturally you still have to make your own decision whether you agree or not."
As he spoke, he covered his mouth and yawned: "I only slept for a few hours last night, and now I'm really sleepy, so I went back and lay down."
When he passed by the Censor of the Ming Dynasty, he did not forget to give him an encouraging look.
"Dian... Dingning, have you heard everything?"
There was really no third person in the hall this time, so Ming Yushi spoke awkwardly.
The eldest princess nodded: "I heard it."
It was all the girl's idea to kill her first and then play it out.
But...she didn't object.
"Then...what do you think?" Censor Ming summoned up the courage to ask.
Since today is here, naturally she cannot leave without knowing anything. No matter what the outcome is, he can accept it, as long as she follows the decision in her heart.
Seeing him like this, Princess Jingrong suddenly chuckled.
She suddenly thought of the last time she met Ming Xiaozhi many years ago when her father was about to enter the capital -
How old were the two of them at that time?
He seems to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.
Under the old jujube tree in the old house, he asked her awkwardly and expectantly - Dingning, after arriving in the capital, can we... shoot jujubes together?
Of course it can!
She answered without hesitation.
Soon, her father ascended the throne, and she went to Beijing with her wife and brother, and lived in the palace from then on.
When she first arrived in the capital, she was given the title of princess. She had too many rules and etiquette to learn, and too many changes to adapt to.
Later, I vaguely heard that he had indeed come to the capital and was admitted to Yitong Academy.
She once followed her second brother to secretly watch one of his debate competitions. He won brilliantly, and I heard that the gentlemen were very optimistic about him.
He was ambitious and talented, so he undoubtedly wanted to take the imperial examination and become an official.
At that time, the remnants of the former dynasty were still rampant, and there were very few opportunities for her to leave the palace.
As time went by, the promise of hunting dates together was lost to nowhere, and there were no date trees in her palace.
Later, her father proposed to choose a consort for her, and she felt that she was old enough, so she agreed in a daze - she was not looking forward to it, but she could not think of a reason to refuse.
Some things are lost unconsciously.
Just like their existence, they are hazy, silent and difficult to detect.
Not all emotions are sensational, passionate, and so clear that they cannot be ignored once they appear.
The relationship between her and Ming Xiaozhi was not as unforgettable as the second master of the Xu family and Jing Ying, and they knew clearly that they had to be with each other——
They are more like two lines, they have intersected, and they have had their own life trajectories in the past, but after experiencing a lot, they meet again and intersect in one place.
She has been thinking lately that half her life has passed and they don't have to be together.
In other words, is there any reason to be together?
After thinking about it, there really isn't.
But at this moment, she suddenly had a clear answer.
In his eyes, she still looked the same as before.
It was as if he had been hiding everything related to Xie Dingning for her, and then returned it all to her.
So, at this moment, standing in front of him, she became the simple and comfortable Xie Dingning who climbed trees and picked dates.
Just like during those days when she was pretending to have amnesia and was feeling anxious, whenever she sat on the wall in a daze, if she happened to see him passing under the wall, she would always feel an inexplicable sense of stability.
At this moment, with clarity in her heart, she suddenly felt that the fate that had arranged all this seemed mysterious and pitiful, pursuing her, a person who had never understood this in her life, and determined to deliver this stability to her hands.
Looking at each other, she smiled at him: "Mingxiaozhi——"
He was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly: "Hey! Here he is."
"You've never been to my place before, have you?" she asked with a smile.
"yes."
He often visited the back wall, and he could clearly see how many bricks there were... As for the jujube tree, he had watched it grow up.
Princess Jingrong raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Then I will show you around. Let's get familiar with it first."
With that said, he turned around and headed out of the hall.
"..." Ming Yushi's mind buzzed, and he fell into a blank.
Princess Jingrong, who had walked a few steps, turned back and looked at him: "What? You don't want to go?"
"...How could that be possible?" Censor Ming suddenly came to his senses, nodded quickly with red eyes, and took two quick steps to follow.
The two of them crossed the threshold of the main hall one after the other.
At the beginning of the year, everything is renewed.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, an imperial edict granting marriage suddenly spread.
For most people, this decree comes without any warning, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it comes out of nowhere——
Your Majesty actually pointed out a consort for Princess Jingrong!
That is Princess Jingrong!
And the person who was accused of being the consort was no one else, but the Censor of the Ming Dynasty!
That’s the Censor of the Ming Dynasty!
It should be noted that since the Censor Ming joined the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the most impeached matter was Princess Jingrong’s previous scandal!
Now that His Majesty came suddenly, could it be that he wanted to force the Ming Yushi to death?
Killing people and killing people's hearts is what it is!
Can we still see the Ming Yushi at the morning court tomorrow?
If it is seen, can the pillars of the Jinluan Palace be preserved?
For a time, all the officials were full of expectations, well, worries, for tomorrow's morning meeting.
But in the morning court, there was no sign of the Ming Yushi.
I didn’t see him on the first day, and he never saw me again on the second and third days.
After asking around, I learned that they were preparing for a wedding.
Regarding this explanation, most officials felt that it would be more credible unless the word "marriage" was changed to the word "mourning".
Jie Shoufu and others felt uneasy, so they took advantage of the break to come, apparently to visit, but actually to visit - there should be no talk of condolences.
However, what they didn't expect was that from the moment they stepped into the Ming Mansion, everything they looked at was refreshing their understanding.
Everyone in the Ming family was indeed preparing for the wedding. They were busy and festive, and the face of the old servant was always filled with a sense of relief, as if the old girl in the family was finally getting married.
As for the Ming Yushi himself——
I was planning to make a wedding dress, and I didn't forget to explain my preference in the pattern. I was given careful instructions by the eunuch who was sent from the palace.
When I saw them coming, I invited them to sit down and have tea, and all they talked about was--
After you have a family, how do you balance family and work?
Do you have daughters at home? Those in their twenties - can you share your experience in getting along with them?
Do you have any sons-in-law? How many?
Hearing this, Jie Shoufu's cheeks twitched.
Of course they all have sons-in-law, but no matter how many they have, they are not like a large group! What’s the point of learning from them!
Of course, this is not the point.
The point is that the other party doesn't seem to feel forced or humiliated at all?
On the contrary, I enjoy it very much and am doing my homework for my future career as a prince consort very seriously!
Looking left and right, he doesn't look like he's crazy...
So, I haven’t remarried for many years, and I only focus on the impeachment of Princess Jingrong to raise her face. Could it be that...?
What a person who knows people, faces but not hearts!
…
The marriage between Princess Jingrong and the Censor of the Ming Dynasty was extremely simple.
The two of them no longer cared about these customs. If the royal family had not been established here, the Censor of the Ming Dynasty thought it would be okay to put on wedding clothes and move directly into the eldest princess's mansion.
Because it is simple, it only takes more than a month from preparation to completion.
In mid-February, the jasmine flowers have light yellow buds, just waiting for a sunny day to bloom.
Rongjun Prince's Mansion, in the bedroom in the inner courtyard.
Listening to Xu Mingshi and Wu Ran talking about yesterday's wedding between Princess Jingrong and the Censor of the Ming Dynasty, the boy lying on the bed couldn't help but smile.
He has heard too much good news recently.
More than he had ever heard before put together.
The former queen became Mrs. Xu and married someone who was truly worthy of her.
Now my aunt has also come together with the Censor of the Ming Dynasty. Although it is very surprising, he knows the character of the Censor of the Ming Dynasty. He is kind-hearted, upright and extremely reliable.
All kinds of things made him feel at ease.
His Royal Highness also went to Duogan, and a good news was sent back three days ago. Although it was a small victory, it was the best start to stabilize the morale of the border troops.
He recently heard A Zhang say many things about His Highness the Crown Prince. The more he listened, the more he admired him and became more confident in the battle of Duo Gan.
After His Majesty ascended the throne, despite the difficult national conditions, he still took many measures to save and benefit the people.
It was too far away for him to see, but three days ago he suddenly felt in great spirits. He sat in a car and went out on the street with Mingshi and A Zhang. What he saw and heard in Beijing was that he was full of prosperity.
Everything will get better and better.
Just like the maple tree outside his window, after the winter sunset, it has now shed its tender new leaves.
Everything is recovering.
Only his body was deteriorating little by little, as if it was increasingly running counter to the flourishing world.
But he really likes to live.
Therefore, I am really lucky that I can postpone it until today.
"Tomorrow, I asked Xiao Chenzi to keep all the books here. Remember to take them with you when you go back later." The boy lay there and said softly.
Xu Mingshi looked at the thick pile of military books and said hurriedly: "Why don't you read it? I'm not in a hurry, just keep it and read it slowly."
There was a smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, and he said: "I won't read anymore. Doctor Qiu said that reading hurts the mind."
Xu Mingshi said: "Then I will come and read to you every day?"
"They read to me every day." Prince Rong smiled again, "But I always fall asleep while listening."
He obviously wanted to hear it, but he couldn't cheer up anyway.
Fortunately, with Divine Doctor Qiu here, he can rarely feel pain now.
It's peaceful when I sleep, and even my dreams are beautiful.
But he knew that this might not be a good sign.
Therefore, he still wanted to return the things in person while he was still alive, so that there would be a beginning and an end.
"..." Xu Mingshi opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.
There was a brief silence in the room.
"The weather is very good today, why not go for a walk in the garden and bask in the sun?" Wu Ran suddenly suggested.
"Okay." Prince Rong smiled and nodded.
He also wanted to go out for a walk.
Xiao Chenzi helped him off the bed and sat on the four-wheeled chair. He put on a thick fur coat and a wool blanket on his knees - this blanket was woven by Xu Mingshi himself and was brought as a gift.
For New Year's Eve.
"I'll do it." Xu Mingshi said after leaving the bedroom.
Xiaochenzi responded "yes".
Prince Rong was pushed to the garden by Xu Mingshi, and the three of them walked along, talking while they were walking. Wu Ran was mostly talking, and Xu Mingshi was echoing.
Prince Rong, who was sitting in the car chair, could only occasionally say a brief response, but the smile on his face never disappeared.
Listening to my friend’s voice, feeling the spring sun, the fragrance of flowers, the chirping of birds, and the movement of the wind——
His perception of things seemed to have never been so clear and sharp.
This feels really good.
He didn't know when he fell asleep, he just felt as if he had fallen into boundless peace.
When he woke up again, the sky outside the window was already dark. The keen perception during the day had also faded. He lay on the bed and opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, and he saw many people guarding him in front of the bed.
Mingshi and Azhang were still there, but they had been guarding him all day?
And Sister Xu.
Madam has also arrived, and Mr. Xu is standing next to her.
And cousin Shengchang.
And... General Xu!
General Xu actually came to see him!
The boy, whose consciousness was somewhat chaotic, was very excited in his heart, but the joyful expression on his face was very weak: "General Xu..."
"Your Majesty, how are you feeling?" King Dongyang stood beside the bed with kind and compassionate eyes.
"Okay, very good..." Prince Rong's voice was weak, but his eyes were bright.
The person he admires most in his life is General Xu.
It must be the arrangement between Sister Xu and Mingshi that General Xu can come to see him, right?
Tears suddenly filled the boy's shining eyes.
His father has done so many mistakes and owes everyone, but everyone is still willing to accompany him, protect him, and guard him until this moment.
Therefore, he may not have done all bad things in his last life. He must have accumulated good deeds. Otherwise, how could he be so lucky?
"Xiao Chenzi..." The boy called slowly, not knowing what he thought of.
"I'm here, Your Highness. What are your orders?"
"box……"
Xiao Chenzi understood immediately, took out a carved mahogany box from the cabinet on the side, and held it in front of Xu Mingyi.
"This is a gift I prepared for Sister Xu and His Highness the Crown Prince. It is not a precious and rare thing. I hope Sister Xu won't dislike it..."
He originally wanted to wait until Sister Xu's wedding day before having someone send it off, but at this moment he was suddenly worried that his servants would not be careful when he left.
Xu Mingyi opened the box and saw a pair of wooden figures inside, exactly like her and Wu Chao.
"I like it very much." She smiled and said to the boy on the bed.
The boy's eyes curled up: "That's good..."
Then, those smiling eyes looked at everyone inch by inch, as if they wanted to remember every face clearly enough.
Xu Mingshi squatted down on the edge of the bed with red eyes and held one of his hands.
"Mingshi..." The boy looked at him and asked with a smile: "We should meet again in the next life, right?"
"Of course!" Xu Mingshi answered without hesitation, "I will teach you how to ride a horse and archery then -"
Wu Ran also said quickly: "We can also go hunting in the mountains together and fish in the river..."
As he spoke, his voice suddenly became softer: "You must remember..."
Remember to come to us.
"And I, Brother Sheng, I will teach you..." Crown Prince Jing came forward and knotted his mouth several times before saying, "I will teach you how to fight crickets!"
It can be regarded as one of the few serious pastimes left.
Seeing the boy's eyes gradually dimming, as if the last ray of sunlight had been exhausted, King Dongyang sighed vaguely and said: "Good boy, I will be a general in the future..."
OK!
The boy responded happily in his heart.
"Remember to come to me and your Uncle Xu then..."
OK……
He slowly closed his eyes, as if following these voices and these promises, he fell into a very peaceful dream.
Realizing that the hand he was holding was gradually losing strength, the tears that Xu Mingshi was holding suddenly welled up in his eyes.
After a while, Xu Mingyi stretched out her hand to check the boy's pulse.
The thin palm only had the last trace of warmth left, but there were many small scars on the fingers, which looked like knife wounds.
Xu Mingyi was stunned for a moment, and tears fell down like beads.
She gently put down the boy's hand with one hand, and hugged the carved box tightly with the other hand.
A wisp of evening breeze drifted in outside the window, blowing through everyone in the room, lingering and gentle.
