Peach Blossom Order

Only then slowly said, "From now on, mother will never force you to go to the spring exam again."

"Really?" Hearing this, even though his heart was heavy, Wei Zheng couldn't help but feel happy.Every time he was perfunctory with his mother, it was not what he wanted. Now that his mother is willing to let go of her obsession and allow him to stay in Taohua Town from now on, and accept some students to be teachers, it would be the best.

"But," Mrs. Wei said word by word, "In a few days, you have to get married, don't delay any longer."

"A marriage...?" He was happy for a moment, and when he heard Mrs. Wei's next words, Wei Zheng felt a pain in his heart, layers of bitterness gradually surfaced, and the smile that could not be suppressed on his lips disappeared involuntarily, "Mother ,I……"

"Zheng'er, you are already 24, and you will be 25 in March next year. The neighbor's son, at your age, is already five or six years old... Mother used to see that you were concentrating on your studies and didn't want to talk about marriage. I never mentioned it. But now..." Mrs. Wei sighed, "I don't know how long my mother can last with such a body... Before she passed away, Mother only wished to see her grandson born to continue the incense of my Wei family... "

"Mother!" Wei Zheng said anxiously, "What nonsense, mother will naturally be healthy and live to be a hundred years old! Not to mention grandchildren, even great-grandchildren can be hugged!"

"Stupid child," Mrs. Wei couldn't help but smile when she heard Wei Zheng's words, shook her head and sighed, "Mother knows about your mother's body. Zheng'er, let's get married next year. Qing'er from the Ye family, I'm afraid there will be eighteen or nineteen years old this year." Right? Mother remembers that when she was young, her parents wanted to marry her, but she has always admired you and refused to get married, so she dragged it to this age. You must not let Qing'er down... ..."

"Qing'er?" Wei Zheng said in a daze, "I've watched her grow up. All these years, I've always regarded her as my own sister. How can I..." His voice fell after a pause, "What's more, I ,I……"

However, looking at his mother's earnest eyes, Wei Zheng suddenly couldn't say anything.

How could it be possible for him to treat the woman who loves him the most and protects him the most in this world? Say it all?

Her wish...is nothing more than a simple and normal wish shared by all mothers in the world—to find a wife for her son, watch him start a family and start a business, have a full family of children and grandchildren, and live a happy life.

Wei Zheng stared blankly into his mother's eyes.Her eyesight seems to have failed a few years ago. In order to earn money, she weaves and sews clothes day and night. Her eyes are dimmed by the dim oil lamp, and her vision is no longer as clear as before.

There is no way... to reject such a pair of earnest eyes that belonged to the mother.

Wei Zheng thought silently.

...Zizheng.

After all... We live in reality, and we have never been able to escape from the responsibilities we shoulder.

The dream under the peach blossom tree was just a dream after all.

Wei Zheng finally agreed.

The future bride is happily sewing her wedding gown by candlelight; but in the distant night, who is alone with a solitary lamp, listening to the wind and rain outside the window?

The wedding day is approaching day by day.

Every night, Wei Zheng sits under the lamp, spreads paper, grinds ink, picks up a pen, and writes a letter to Jingyi.

His family was not well off, Wei Zheng was always frugal and cherished paper and ink, but this time, he was uncharacteristically.The wastebasket in the corner was filled with crumpled paper balls.He wrote it many times, revised and revised it, but still none of them satisfied him.

It was another piece of paper, stained with ink and filled with dense words, but it was quickly crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket accurately.

Then, the oil lamp on the desk was carefully blown out.In the darkness, there was a faint figure crouching quietly on the desk.

In the silent night, a sigh was still so low that it was barely audible.

This letter has not yet been mailed.

[-] blue birds don't send messages outside the cloud

The fragrant flowers are coming to an end, and in the capital city in April, all kinds of flowers have almost finished blooming, leaving only one leaf after another, which is gradually dyed dark green by the approaching early summer.

The capital is still the capital of the past, and has not changed much.However, unlike the common people, the imperial court was very busy during this time.

The February spring examination in the sixth year of Fengyuan has just passed, and the palace examination in April has also ended.The students who are inscribed on the gold list are waiting for the imperial court to assign them, and then they will become officials that they have dreamed of becoming for ten or even decades.All ministries and divisions are busy with the promotion of personnel, especially the official department in charge of personnel distribution.

Zhong Jingyi, a doctor in the official department who has just taken office, was born in the Imperial Academy. He has outstanding talents and is quite valued by Emperor Feng Yuan.Although his current official position is not very high, many far-sighted court officials still include him in their curry favor.

It is said that today, the new official minister Zhong Jingyi received a letter from home.

It is said that not long after, there was an angry roar from Jing Langzhong's house...

This letter is both long and short.

It was longer than the length of the paper, more than a foot long, enough for him to write a thousand-word memorial.

The short thing is that most of the paper is blank, only the top line of ink marks, counting carefully, but only a few crosses.

Jing Yi took the letter and carefully read the contents of the letter from beginning to end again.

"I'm married, everything is fine, don't worry about it."

He gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth again and again, grinding his teeth extremely slowly countless times.

"—Wei Zheng!!"

There was another angry roar from outside the door wall, piercing the sky and scaring away countless birds.

Succeeding again in being so enraged by the contents of the letter, Jingyi unconsciously strained her hands and almost tore the letter in half.However, before he could tear it apart, he suddenly came back to his senses and let go of his hand quickly.The letter paper lost its strength, and it floated to the ground. The snow-white paper, reflecting the thick black ink, became more and more dazzling.

Staring at the familiar handwriting on the paper, Jing Yi was silent for a long time, and finally squatted down, picked up the letter paper, folded it carefully, and finally returned to the bedroom with it, and put this letter together with countless other letters, Locked in a small box next to the bed.

Sitting on the head of the bed, Jing Yi stared at the small box full of letters sent by Wei Zheng in the past three years, with mixed feelings in her heart, which were hard to describe.

Unexpectedly... without telling him any news in advance, she got married suddenly, and even the letter informing him was as short as ten words!

Thinking of this, Jing Yi gritted her teeth again angrily, grabbed the sword beside the bed, stretched out her hand and pulled it out.Staring at the sharp long sword, he was stunned for a while, then he resentfully took out the cloth from the cabinet, held the sword in one hand, and wiped the sword carefully with the other hand.

Speaking of which, although Wei Zheng's letter lacked a bit of words, the letter paper was very, very long...

Maybe...he wanted to write a long one, but...

A little bit of sourness slowly climbed into his heart. The bitter taste, which seemed light and thick, was long and lasting, and gradually dyed the color in his heart to gray and black.

In fact, he can completely understand Wei Zheng.

Most of the others were already married when they were weak, but he dragged it to the end of his life, and still never married a wife and had children.His mother, with only him as an only child, is looking forward to continuing the family with many descendants, of course Jing Yi knows.

Over the years... Ziqian's ears are probably going to be cocooned.

Jingyi wanted to laugh, but he still couldn't laugh when he pulled the corner of his mouth.

Maybe, my day is not far away...

But, after all, he still couldn't restrain his anger. The person he valued most in his heart got married, and there was another person who was with him day and night, so how could he not be angry, bitter or even jealous?

At this moment, the door was knocked lightly a few times, and an old voice called out repeatedly: "Young master, young master, there is a visitor."

It was an old servant sent by his mother from his hometown to take care of him after he stayed in Beijing as an official.This old servant has been with his mother for decades and has always been loyal. His mother was worried that he would stay alone in the capital, so she sent the old servant here.

"Understood Uncle Zhong, I'll come out right away." Jing Yi replied sullenly.

Standing up, walking out of the door, and turning to the hall, Jingyi saw the visitor at a glance.

The visitor was one of his friends, whose surname was Tuoba, name Xin, and style name Mingde. It was rumored that he was a descendant of the Tuoba family in the Northern Wei Dynasty.In the third year of Fengyuan, he ranked first with him, entered the Imperial Academy, and now works in the Ministry of Household Affairs.

"Zizheng!" He was full of interest, smiling ambiguously, "I have some news to tell you, do you want to know? Hahaha~"

"..." Jing Yi is in a bad mood right now, very bad, seeing the teasing smile on Tuoba Xin's face, he has the urge to roll up his sleeves and beat someone up.

Looking down, it was very good, he took the sword with him when he went out.

"Ah, it's Mingde," Jingyi said expressionlessly, holding the long sword in his hand, shaking the tip of the sword, "What's the matter?"

Tuobaxin looked down, and only then noticed that Jingyi was holding a sword in his hand, and couldn't help asking: "Zizheng, what are you doing with the sword? Are you preparing to practice the sword?"

"Yes." Jing Yi raised his hand expressionlessly, pointing the tip of his sword at Tuoba Xin, "Will Mingde accompany you?"

"Ha, haha," Tuobaxin laughed dryly, "Zizheng was joking, and I have never practiced martial arts, how can I--wow!" Ba Xin screamed again and again, and hurried back again and again.It happened that his back was facing the door, taking advantage of Jingyi's change of tactics, Tuobaxin ran out of the door, smiled wryly, "Oh, I said Zizheng..." But he didn't think of it for a while.I saw Jingyi with a gloomy face, walking slowly, raising his hand again, and stabbing several times, the sharp wind brushed against Tuo.