Wei An had no intention of paying attention to the lawsuit between the two. He was preoccupied with thinking about the marriage between the Beigong family and Youzhou, and letting Wei Cheng marry Beigong Boyu's sister... He frowned .
Marrying with the Beigong family is indeed a big help, but such a temptation is really not as good as marrying with the Wang family. The Wang family has been ministering for many generations, and Wang Situ is one of the three princes in the court. Although the government is now in the hands of the powerful minister Dong Yan, the Wang family is still in the great power. Yin Chaotang is still very powerful, and being the son-in-law of the Wang family is tantamount to opening a convenient avenue for marching into the Central Plains.
Beigong Boyu's sister must be the main wife. If it is okay to be a side wife, let Wei Cheng take in Wang Yuanjun and Beigong Lanxi together.
But Beigong Boyu definitely disagrees.
If Beigong Lanxi is made bigger and Wang Yuanjun is made smaller, the Wang family will definitely disagree.
He was irritated. Could it be that he could only let his nephew Wei Zheng marry the princess?
When he thought of Wei Zheng's careful and respectful attitude toward him, he still felt a beat in his heart.
After all, he is not his biological son. Even his biological son disobeys him from time to time. How can his nephew, who is just a room away, obey his words?
The Beinan Qiang is one of the most powerful among the dozens of tribes of the Qiang people. With such an in-law relationship, it will be easy for them to borrow troops to fight in the future.
He gritted his teeth and regretted that he was too old. If Beigong Boyu didn't dislike it, he could divorce Li Ruxin and welcome the Beiqiang princess in with drums and gongs...
Anyway, he has long been disgusted with Mrs. Li. He has done nothing in these years and has not been very devoted to the education and upbringing of his two concubines. They are really not a good match.
This good thing must not be taken advantage of by Wei Zheng.
Hearing Wei Zheng say that he was unwilling, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Wei Zheng glanced at Wei An, who was relaxing, and a chill flashed through his eyes.
"Please come down first, and we will decide on the candidates when the time comes. It's just a bunch of barbarians who can't make big waves." Wei An waved his hand, rubbed his forehead, and drove them away: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, do whatever you have to do, and don't yell at all. People worry less.”
The wind by the lake carried the chill of the night. There had been thunder just now, but no rain fell. Thunder in winter was heard but no rain fell. Wei Cheng and Wei Zheng came out of the house side by side, neither bothering to hold an umbrella.
"Zhong Yang returned to the city overnight. If they don't see you tomorrow, I'm afraid the morale of the army will be in chaos." Wei Zheng rolled up his sleeves and said warmly: "Go back quickly."
This urging seemed to have a different taste in Wei Cheng's ears. He paused, thought for a while, and turned to him: "Thank you for sending someone to remind me about today's matter. I'll treat you to a drink some other time." .”
In fact, there was no need for Wei Zheng to remind him that Shen Yinxiao was taken away by the Wei family. The people he stayed near the Shen family would inform him in time. His answer was just another reminder to the fox-like man in front of him.
Shen Yinxiao is his person.
Don't try to trick her.
But Wei Zheng didn't take this trick. He still had that flawless smile on his face and said, "There's no need for Erlang to thank me."
"As for the gift of thanks, I will go to Madam Shen to ask for it." He said quietly, picked up the wind lantern lying beside him, and walked down the steps slowly, his black leather soap boots stepping on the gravel path, his voice was dull, and he was dizzy. The yellow light fell on the ground, illuminating the road in front of him. He turned back and smiled faintly at Wei Cheng, whose face was ashen.
"Erlang should return to the northern suburbs as soon as possible. It doesn't mean that we can't delay tomorrow's military ceremony. It's not safe for Mrs. Wang to be alone in the northern suburbs. If the wedding date is set, remember to inform her in advance. As my brother, I can inform you in advance. Prepare a generous gift."
Wei Cheng clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out. An inexplicable cold wind rolled up the scarlet cloak behind him, whizzing, carrying the cold rusty smell of the battlefield, and hit his face.
Almost the next moment, the punch was about to be swung at him.
Wei Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth carelessly, knowing that he would not have an attack, and left leisurely.
The courtyard of Wei Zheng's house is in the southeast. It is a two-entry courtyard. On the plaque on the door of the courtyard, there are two words written by him personally, Ruoxu.
Suchi, who had been accompanying him, was not far away. He took the wind lantern and carefully shone it at Wei Zheng's feet.
"Master, watch your step."
Wei Zheng said "hmm" casually.
The hand half-hidden in the sleeve was caressing unconsciously, and the half-broken jade hosta lingered back and forth on the fingertips. The beautiful jade was warm to the touch, like a beautiful woman's skin, smooth and smooth.
Suchi, who was leaning forward to illuminate the road, happened to see this scene and was slightly surprised.
He had been serving Wei Zheng since he was a child, but he had never seen his eldest son holding a woman's things in his hands and playing with them.
"The eldest son, do you want the younger one to invite Mrs. Shen to the mansion?"
Wei Zheng stopped his hand, frowned, moved his fingers slightly, and the half of the hosta rolled into his sleeve pocket. When he spoke again, his voice was a bit colder: "Are you prying into my thoughts?"
Su Chi broke out in a cold sweat: "I don't dare, I just want to make the eldest son happy."
Seeing that he had arrived at Ruoxu, he picked up his knees and climbed up the steps with his feet, looking cool and elegant, but his expression was unclear: "It doesn't matter whether I am happy or not, the most important thing right now is the Qiang people."
"What do you mean by the eldest young master, marriage?" Suchi was a little confused: "Looking at the second young master's intention, it seems that he is not willing to marry the Qiang princess."
"The marriage between Qiang and Han is of great importance. Personal feelings must be put behind the greater good. No matter how unwilling he is, what can he do." A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which made Su Chi feel inexplicably timid: " At such a critical time, I’m afraid some people can’t sit still.”
Suchi chewed his master's words over and over again in his heart, and understood: "Young master, Suchi understands."
Suchi sent him into the house, lit incense, carried water, served Wei Zheng undressing and taking off his belt, and then left.
Wei Zheng casually put the clothes he had taken off on the screen and was about to step into the bath when a half-broken hosta rolled down from the cuffs of his clothes with a clanking sound, landed on the felt on the ground and rolled to his feet.
He paused, then bent over and picked up half of the hairpin.
The ripples in the water reflected Wei Zheng's slightly lost expression.
There seems to be a faint scent of jasmine on the tip of the nose.
The news from Youzhou Guild Hall suddenly came to mind.
The servant said that on the night when Wei Cheng took Shen Yinxiao to the banquet, there was faint movement in the room used for dressing the guests for almost half an hour.
He has long passed the age where he doesn't understand anything. When it comes to matters of love, he doesn't need to say much. He just listens to a few words and almost already knows it.
At that time, he couldn't help but want to laugh. As his cousin, he grew up with him. If anyone in the world knew him best, Wei Zheng wouldn't dare to say first, but he could still be ranked second.
Although Wei Cheng looks rebellious, he actually follows etiquette the most. To put it bluntly, he is somewhat of a gentleman.
As a result, there were times when a group of guests were hiding in the closet and having an affair with a woman.
When he found out, he silently clicked his tongue in his heart.
Now that he was holding this half piece of broken jade in his hand, he couldn't help but think of this anecdote.
The woman seemed to be cautious, and she actually followed Wei Cheng outside Wushan Yunyu.
Thinking of the stubborn look of the woman with her head lowered and her lips pursed, the half of the jade-like smooth and white back of her neck that was unintentionally exposed suddenly flashed through Wei Zheng's mind.
Underneath the beauty, there is a demon to the core.
No wonder some people are obsessed with it.
His Adam's apple rolled, and an inexplicable emotion spread in his heart. A thin layer of emotion was suddenly cut off by Wei Zheng as soon as it emerged.
He stood up suddenly, with the sound of rushing water, and stepped out of the bathtub with his long legs. He pulled the handkerchief on the shelf and wiped the water on his body casually. A hot feeling rose in his heart but he couldn't suppress it, even if it was a cool breeze. Even if he hits his naked body, he won't feel any relief.
He walked to the desk and poured a cup of cold tea. His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed all the cold tea. He felt a little relieved after drinking it too fast. A few drops of tea beads rolled down from the corners of his mouth, along the edge. He lifted his tight jaw, crossed the protruding Adam's apple, and disappeared into the plump and strong chest, leaving only a few bright and winding water stains.
Unlike Wei Cheng's wheat-colored skin, Wei Zheng's naked body showed a glaze color like porcelain under the dim yellow light.
The lights in the house were turned off.
The nightingale in the courtyard cried a few times, then flew away.
Inside the house, a few humming words, as light as mosquitoes and flies, overflowed from the half-covered curtains and quietly dispersed into the confused night.
