what to do.
what to do!
shirk? Say your heart belongs to someone? Say you are too old? Are you talking about getting engaged early?
At that moment, she tried every possible means, but there was no way to shirk the blame.
So - that's it?
Accept the order?
As soon as the thought appeared, Xiao Yichen's smiling face before leaving jumped out of her mind and jumped into her eyes. The sourness made her want to close her eyes hard.
But it couldn't be done. She knew that if she continued to delay like this, everyone would be affected, including him, Xiao Yichen.
Shen Nanbao took a deep breath, put all his thoughts out of his mind, and fell deeply into silence.
The words of thanks came to my throat, but I couldn't squeeze them out.
She just felt the hands clasped in the cracks of the bricks, so cold that it chilled her heart.
Her body was also in severe pain, and every breath and breath in her nose felt like fire, burning every part of her body and every inch of her skin.
She doesn't want to respond!
She can't help it!
Shen Nanbao clenched his back molars and finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Kowtow to thank the Holy Grace."
As for the back part, how he raised his hands above his head, how he received the order, and how he got along with the eunuch who had a wrinkled smile on his face, Shen Nanbao couldn't remember clearly.
She could only feel the coldness of the imperial edict in her hand, as if she had plunged into a whirlpool. No matter how hard she fluttered, she could not escape. She could not get rid of it.
She's drowning here!
Fengyue saw her discomfort, and sadly stepped forward to hold her trembling shoulders, "Sister, actually this is fine, Mr. Chen is sincere to you, it is better for you to marry than to be widowed here. Look at how good the master is..."
When Lu Kui heard this, she frowned and interrupted her, "If you think about this, why don't you think about the strangeness in this, such as how did this imperial edict come so fast? Logically speaking, you have to wait for the master to come back before issuing the edict. "
Shen Nanbao's gray and defeated face glowed with a little life.
yes. too fast.
It seemed to be to avoid something, or to rush for something.
Shen Nanbao couldn't help but recall Chen Fangyan's words.
'Don't blame me in the future. '
Blame him? So he already knew it.
But he said nothing.
Why don't you say it? Because you don't dare?
Feng Yue only saw Shen Nanbao tremble suddenly, like a piano string snapping between his fingers, and his whole body tensed up. Before he could speak, Shen Nanbao turned his head and said: "Prepare the carriage, I will go to the Chen Mansion."
"Sister, are you going there...to ask Mr. Chen something?"
Lu Kui was sitting in the carriage, the light and shadow were blurred, and her voice was broken.
Shen Nanbao's eyes were stunned. It was like a product of weathering, hard and hollow. However, there was still a smile on her white and fragrant face. "I want to ask him if this is his handiwork."
It was he who deliberately asked her to reveal her handwriting so that Emperor Yongfu would be anxious about it and take her to the palace without stopping.
And he naturally wanted to inform the officials under the guise of saving her.
It not only lets the officials know his affection, but also lets the officials know the saint's tricks to win over the courtiers.
In this way, in order to check and balance, the officials had to block it and issued such a marriage contract.
Lu Kui's heart suffocated and he hesitated for a long time, "If I ask, what can I do?"
Shen Nanbao was stunned for a moment and lowered his eyes. Now, the remaining smile on his face was gone.
yes. What can I do if I ask?
The golden words and the imperial edict have been issued, how can it still be changed?
But what if.
What if, maybe, maybe, there really is a way to turn things around?
Maybe Chen Fangyan did this because of the so-called 'it's not yet time'?
The carriage quickly stopped outside the Chen Mansion. Because the letter was not delivered in advance, the people in front of the gate were stunned when they saw Shen Nanbao coming down.
But at any rate, everyone had a clear idea of the decree issued by the officials. This was their future wife, so they all politely invited Shen Nanbao to enter the house.
This mansion was given to Chen Fangyan by the officials because of the drought. It was recently renovated. Chen Fangyan moved here only a month ago, so even though it looked magnificent, it was a little less lively.
Shen Nanbao looked around, and the steward on the side smiled like a chrysanthemum, "Second lady, please wait for my son. Yesterday, my father had a huge official business and stayed in an official house. The young Fang Fang has already appointed someone." Go sue me, I should be back soon."
Shen Nanbao said good, but the steward still bent his waist like a candle, and asked her to go in with his hands straightened, "What kind of tea does the second lady want to drink? I heard that the second lady likes to drink sour tea. Are you going to ask someone to make a cup of Wuyi Sour for the second girl?"
Shen Nanbao regained his energy in a daze and was willing to smile at the steward, "It's all good, I won't pick. I'm here to see your father today."
After hearing this, the steward's shoulders shook and his eyes gleamed, "Then Wu Yi is sour. I am a new tribute from Fujian. The officials love me and rewarded me with a handful of dendrobium. I couldn't bear to eat it. I said I would keep it for you."
For the last sentence, Shen Nanbao only took it as flattery and smiled.
In such a free moment, a servant hurried over and whispered a few words in the steward's ear.
I don’t know what I said, but I saw the steward’s expression suddenly changed, his mouth squirmed, and after a while, he tightened his mouth and whispered, “Are you confused because of all the accumulation in your head? What do you do to me on weekdays? Don’t you know what you’re doing? Ask me about every little thing!”
The servant hesitated a little, but glanced at Shen Nanbao and lowered his voice a little, "Always..."
Shen Nanbao was a foot away from the road, so he couldn't hear clearly. He just watched the steward's face turn red and purple, "How do I supervise you on weekdays? You keep saying okay, but now you are still like this." …”
He pulled out a hammer here and there and a stick here and there, scolding him, and just like that, he drove the guy away.
When he turned his face again and looked at Shen Nanbao, he still had that respectful smile, but he still spat, "My brain is not good. I have been working in the house for a long time, but I still look like a newbie. I have to do everything." Ask the younger one!"
Shen Nanbao was sitting on an armchair, and the sun shone yellow on her face, like a solemn Bodhisattva, full of compassionate smile, "You are the manager, their backbone, they can't weigh it. Yes, I always want to ask you. I also rely on you as an elder."
The last sentence was spoken with precision, and the steward's flattering smile became more sincere.
Shen Nanbao then said: "Go and take a look, no matter how small a thing is, it can cause a disaster. Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so I just sit here and wait for your father to come back."
With such words, the steward naturally agreed and hurriedly left with his robe in hand.
Shen Nanbao narrowed his eyes and held back the coldness in his eyes. Without saying anything, he silently got up from his seat and followed him up.
Lu Kui looked at her nose and heart without asking any questions. Anyway, she held Shen Nanbao's elbow and moved forward with her.
After twisting and turning, I turned into a small courtyard, and faintly heard the wind-like wailing of "Wu Wu". The voice of the steward just now came over so loudly, "Stop her mouth, don't do this to her again." If the commotion continues, you and I will both end up in this urn!"
Another voice trembled, "No, no, no, kids... don't want to, it's this... slippery, you can't pull it..."
"What can't be pulled! I see that you guys are lazy and have raking hands and weak feet, so you can't pull it!"
The wind was a bit strong that day, and the dog next door was barking. Shen Nanbao didn't really listen to what the steward and those people said. Anyway, when the wind subsided, the steward gave his usual shout again.
"Give it to me, I'll do it! I don't believe it yet! I can't stop it!"
The sound of 'woo woo' sounded again. This time there was no wind. Shen Nanbao could hear clearly that someone was crying.
Shen Nanbao and Lu Kui looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.
But fortunately, unlike Feng Yue, the two of them are both calm masters. If Shen Nanbao asked Feng Yue to follow him today, I am afraid that at this time, Shen Nanbao would not be able to spare the time to look at the situation inside, so he would have to Yi Jie used both hands to cover Feng Yue's mouth tightly!
After all, the steward's hands and feet were better than those of the servants. They were not very neat, but it only took half a cup of tea for him to do it all by himself.
Then I saw the steward wiping his hands into the turban, and when he wiped his hands, he was held out by the servants.
You just flattered me, and I just turned around and walked away.
Until the noisy noise could no longer be heard, Shen Nan Baofang stood out from the bushes.
Lu Kui patted the scattered branches and leaves on her skirt for her, but her lips were pursed tightly, as if they were sewn tightly together.
Seeing this, Shen Nanbao said, "You just heard clearly, there is someone inside, right."
Lu Kui took a deep breath, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but simply said: "Since they don't want us to see it, we shouldn't see it. Sometimes it's better not to know something if we know it."
Shen Nanbao understood what she meant.
She also knew that from Lukui's point of view, things like this could never be changed. Chen Fangyan was destined to be her future official. Now that she had broken through the official's ugliness, she would not be able to see him when he looked up and saw him when he looked down. How should she live her whole life? ? Isn't it like cutting flesh with a dull knife?
Shen Nanbao took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.
At this time, the sun was a little tilted, and the official residence was only a few alleys away from Chen's mansion. Chen Fangyan was about to come back when he was burning incense.
Shen Nanbao made up his mind and climbed up the stairs without hesitation, "Auntie, you are right, some things are indeed better not to be known, but now that things are already in front of you, it is just a matter of uncovering the truth. The layer of cloth is covered, and just covering your eyes and turning away is not living in a daze, but escaping and deceiving yourself."
While talking, Shen Nanbao walked to the moon cave door.
It's almost midwinter, and the only green plants that represent vitality in that yard have become dead vines, piled up beside the rough white walls. There is a kind of dim silence and miserable desolation in the place where the sun can't reach. .
But before Shen Nanbao could step forward again, someone stopped her.
