Hello Chang'an Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Being guest-oriented in political marriage

Seeing her mother nod, Wei Miaoqing's expression turned petrified for a time, as if she couldn't fully react.

It had been two years since she had been engaged to the prince, but perhaps because everyone had previously agreed in private that the marriage would most likely not happen, and the prince was too insignificant, so the two of them had not been able to get married since they got engaged. They have never met each other, and Wei Miaoqing is in the company of a group of like-minded girls. Her life is so full that she often forgets that she has a fiancé.

When she recalled this time, she saw a group of good girls getting engaged and getting married in the past two years. One day, she suddenly felt a little depressed - No, why has no one come to visit her in the capital? What about the second beauty proposing marriage? Are everyone's eyes on the dog?

Wei Miaoqing held her chin in confusion for a long time, and then suddenly sat up straight - Oh, she is the cheap prince's future cheap princess... That's okay.

Therefore, when Wei Miaoqing suddenly heard about the wedding, it was extremely difficult to accept it.

"...Didn't I say before that the prince's health is not good and the current situation is so turbulent, maybe it will happen one day...right?" Wei Miaoqing came back to his senses slightly, and asked at a loss: "Why..."

"Yes, who would have thought that it would take so long to do that? It's so hard to guard against..." Duan said something treacherous and treacherous, and pushed her husband: "The Duke would like to think of something!"

Zheng Guogong no longer treated him perfunctorily this time, and his least perfunctory way to solve the problem was: "Zi Gu hasn't come back yet?"

When something happened, Duke Zheng Guo turned around and ordered his servants: "Go to the front and see if your husband is back."

The servant responded and came down. After leaving for a moment, he quickly turned back and said, "Mr. Lang is back!"

Wei Shuyi was still wearing his official uniform, so he obviously came over as soon as he returned home.

Mrs. Duan quickly asked someone to close the door, and the family talked behind closed doors.

"Zi Gu, the saint wants to prepare for the prince's wedding... but is it true?"

Facing his mother's questioning gaze, Wei Shuyi took off his official hat and nodded: "The saint summoned me to the palace for a long talk just for this matter."

Wei Miaoqing fell back into the chair, and her hanging heart finally died.

"I really want to get married..." Mrs. Duan clutched the handkerchief, her heart swaying like a copper pot rinsing a hairy belly. Seeing her daughter's expression as if struck by lightning, she gritted her teeth and said, "Otherwise Run away from marriage!"

"..." Wei Miaoqing was stunned for a moment. Could it be that he was too decisive and hasty?

As everyone knows, her mother-in-law, the Duan family, has always tried to persuade people to escape but not to reconcile, and the eldest princess Chongyue was one of them.

Zheng Guogong also felt that it was too hasty and did not agree with his wife's proposal: "It is not easy to escape from the marriage in the Tian family..."

Just as Duan was about to frown, she heard her husband whisper in a relatively calm tone: "Otherwise... what if we let Qing'er report an illness and feign death?"

Just now, Wei Miaoqing, who was just following her mother's words and imagining running away in panic from being chased by the Forbidden Army, was panting arrogantly. When she heard her father's words, she felt as if she was suddenly pressed into the coffin again, and was forced to hold her breath suddenly, close her eyes and lie down. Dress to death—

Wei Miaoqing felt so tired just thinking about it that she couldn't even breathe.

This time it was Duan's turn to object: "What good idea is faking death? How can you deceive that person? Compared with the crime of escaping from marriage, it is just a change from resisting the decree to deceiving the emperor..."

Wei Miaoqing weakly raised her eyes and glanced at her brother: "And if I fake my death, I'm afraid that my brother will really die."

One careless move could involve the entire Duke Zheng's palace.

Duan racked his brains: "That's not the case..."

Wei Miaoqing had no choice but to interrupt her mother: "Mom, forget it."

Duan looked at her daughter.

Wei Miaoqing sighed with complicated emotions.

According to her temperament, she originally wanted to be stubborn, roll around and flutter a few times, but she didn't say anything, and her father and mother took all her rebellion away.

She has really been pampered since she was a child, and this pampering is twofold, one part is hers, and the other part is unwanted by her brother - since her brother was three years old, it has been difficult for her parents to pamper her. Now, if you bend down and call him "Good boy" with a low voice, he will definitely look at you with a speechless expression until you rub your hands in embarrassment and say something else.

Furthermore, Zheng Guogong and his wife are not rigid and rigid, and have never really restrained their daughter. Wei Miaoqing has never lacked opportunities to release her emotions. Perhaps it is because her emotions are always released too timely, and they are not suppressed at all. At this moment Faced with such a thing, she didn't have much desire to rebel.

On the contrary, it was difficult for her not to think about her family members who doted on her and thought about her in everything.

If she escapes from marriage, her family will inevitably suffer. Suppose she has a love story that makes people cry, but she has nothing. She has no husband she wants to marry at all.

When it comes to the life she wants to live, her pursuit is nothing more than "enjoyment."

Escape from marriage, fake death...how painful it is.

There are wars going on everywhere outside. How can a delicate and beautiful girl like her live a life of hiding and being homeless?

After Wei Miaoqing explained her thoughts, she sighed to her parents: "...You are so deviant and want me to give up a life of pleasure, but you have to ask me if I am willing."

"Qing'er..." Mrs. Duan sat down next to her daughter and grabbed her daughter's hand: "Are you really willing to marry the prince?"

Wei Miaoqing told the truth: "I can't say I'm willing, but I'm not willing to risk the entire Wei family just to avoid getting married... Anyway, my daughter doesn't want to marry anyone, so she doesn't want to marry anyone."

All in all, it can be summed up in three words - not really.

It won't lead to a life-or-death struggle over this, or an earth-shattering commotion.

"I know, although I do make some troubles on weekdays, they are all about small things. Before the real big right and wrong, I am still worthy of the status of the eldest daughter of Zheng Guogong's mansion-" Wei Miaoqing said, raising her arms. With her arched eyebrows, her expression was somewhat self-affirming: "Wei's character is passed down to the family. I am not a **** who was raised to waste."

Looking at such a sister, Wei Shuyi rarely made fun of her, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Qing'er, this is because I feel sorry for you."

In the palace today, he also tried to find out what the saint had to say, but the saint's will was already determined and there was no room for change.

Wei Miaoqing didn't take it seriously: "Brother, why are you talking about this? Someone has given birth to a princess, and they have to celebrate with gongs and drums."

Wei Shuyi was about to say more, but suddenly he heard his sister say: "Brother, I really feel that I have been wronged. Why don't you just promise me something?"

Wei Shuyi said in a tone of no-nonsense acceptance: "It's whatever you say."

"After I married into the East Palace, I had to have my favorite food delivered to me at least every three days, help me deliver letters to Xia and the others every five days, and collect the hottest words every ten days. Ben, the new jewelry from Wanbao Pavilion, the new powder rouge from Xishi Huarongfang..."

Wei Miaoqing spoke in one breath, and finally said: "Also, you have to find a way to take me out of the palace once a month!"

"..." Wei Shuyi's expression gradually froze, what a... "one thing".

Wei Miaoqing raised her face and asked, "Brother, can you do it?"

Wei Shuyi smiled slightly and nodded: "Okay, I will try my best."

"By the way, what does the prince look like now? Has he grown taller?" Wei Miaoqing was a person who had made up his mind and started looking towards the future. At this moment, he asked his brother: "They say he is weak and easy to bully, and he is very obedient. Then I can also bully you in the future..."

When Wei Miaoqing reached her lips, she coughed slightly and changed her words: "Will he also listen to me in the future?"

Wei Shuyi was silent for a moment: "Maybe..."

Just thinking about the scene in the future makes me crazy.

Wei Miaoqing was satisfied again: "Just obey."

Seeing that his sister was so optimistic, Wei Shuyi felt better, but he still reminded him: "But your marriage will involve a lot after all. It is comparable to an unusual marriage, and you will definitely face a lot of troubles in the future -"

"Of course I know." Wei Miaoqing said: "But isn't there still a brother here?" Facing his sister's trusting eyes, Wei Shuyi smiled, but his eyes were very serious: "Well, brother, I promise you that no matter what happens in the future, brother I will definitely do my best to protect you.”

"Then everything will be fine!" Wei Miaoqing turned to look at her mother with a smile: "Auntie, just prepare to send your daughter off to get married in a glorious way."

Although he said this, Mrs. Duan could barely sleep a wink that night. While she and her husband were worried about their daughter's future situation, they were also worried about how sensible her daughter was now.

Wei Shuyi was not in a relaxed mood. In his eyes, his sister's relief looked more like a forced smile.

The next day, Wei Shuyi returned home early and asked his servant, "Is the lady in the house?"

The servant replied that the girl invited ladies from various houses to come and enjoy the flowers.

Wei Shuyi understood - after marrying into the palace, it would be difficult to see friends again, and it was time to say goodbye properly.

Then I heard the servant say: "The girl has told me that she will ask him to come over and talk to me when he comes back."

Nowadays, the protection between men and women is not strict, and when various governments hold flower banquets, men and women are often invited together.

Normally, Wei Shuyi would probably not pay attention to his sister's request, but after thinking about it now, he decided to pass it by.

However, the "farewell" atmosphere in the garden was completely different from what he expected. When he arrived, he saw his sister standing in the pavilion, with a heroic attitude of pointing out the country, saying: "...When I marry into the East Palace, I will be there every day." I'll hold a flower banquet every month and I'll send you a post then, so you all have to go!”

Yao Xia and other girls responded one after another.

As Wei Miaoqing spoke, she lowered her voice a little and said to one of the girls: "Fu Wu, don't you have a husband you like-"

At this time, his voice regained its loudness, and he crossed his arms proudly and said, "I will marry you two then!"

Mrs. Fu turned her head shyly, and the girls cheered enthusiastically.

Wei Miaoqing looked at Yao Xia again: "Axia, you have repeatedly argued that we can't get married, but you also have a husband you like? If so, I will help you get married then!"

Yao Xia, who was eating fruits, waved her hands quickly: "...I don't have it!"

But for some reason, at the moment of denial, a young man's face that looked like a wounded dog suddenly appeared in her mind, causing her cheeks to feel hot for no reason.

Fortunately, it was a hot summer day, so she quickly picked up the round fan beside her and fanned it a few times, so no one noticed this little oddity.

"Whenever I get any good things, I will reward them all to you when you enter the palace!"

"If anyone dares to make you unhappy, just use my name!"

Seeing the scenes of the girls responding excitedly every time his sister said something, Wei Shuyi fell silent, only to realize that there were not only melon and fruit snacks on the stone table in the pavilion, but also the big cakes drawn by his sister, stack after stack. pile.

Perhaps he still underestimated his sister's superior insensitivity...

In the current situation, it is not so much that she is about to marry into the East Palace and become the prince's vassal, but rather that the prince has become a tool for her to distribute cakes to her friends.

There is also a kind of transparency that "since you can't get rid of power, then make full use of it."

All these things actually made him see the possibility of his sister becoming the guest in a political marriage...

Although it was a joke, Wei Shuyi realized something at this moment. His unreliable father and mother seemed to be very bad at raising children, but they also gave Qing'er a generous gift that would last a lifetime - that was No matter what situation you are in, no matter who you marry, you have the courage and vitality to face and accept everything with optimism.

While Wei Shuyi was admiring in his heart, he saw his sister, who was already doing whatever she wanted and domineering, waving to him: "Brother, come and tell us about the recent news that my wife is in Mianzhou!"

Wei Shuyi walked over resignedly. He was a dignified minister, and his role among these girls was nothing more than this.

After being detained like this for two quarters of an hour, Wei Shu Yi Shi was able to escape.

Just after taking more than ten steps, he was stopped by a female voice: "If you dare to bother Prime Minister Wei, stay for a moment."

Wei Shuyi looked back and saw the person approaching. He smiled and nodded politely: "Ms. Wu."

Wu Chunbai bowed to him, without saying much, and asked calmly and humbly: "I wonder what the saint thinks about the matter of the imperial censor of the Song Dynasty? Can Prime Minister Wei tell me something conveniently?"

Wei Shuyi had never thought that Wu Chunbai would ask about this matter. He was slightly surprised, but when he thought of Dongluo and his party last year, he also understood it a little bit - presumably they had crossed paths at that time.

The woman in front of him looked upright and showed no signs of dodge, and she did not allow him to speculate too much.

"Master Song has made great contributions in exposing Korea's public crimes, and the saints will reward him." Wei Shuyi said with a smile: "He should be promoted and released."

Put outside…

Wu Chunbai had been doing chores with his father for some time, and he was familiar with official affairs. After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that this meant rising up and down secretly.

Especially in this current situation, when someone is released as an official... not only is his future uncertain, but his safety is also difficult to guarantee.

Wu Chunbai's heart dropped slightly. She admired Song Xian as a person. When she heard the news, she inevitably felt uneasy and worried. But he did not show it on his face, and only saluted Wei Shuyi again: "Thank you, Prime Minister Wei, for informing me."

Wei Shuyi nodded slightly, raised his legs and left the place.

What he didn't make clear to Wu Chun was that he would try his best to find a relatively stable place for Song Xian - this was what he had planned to do and was entrusted by others.

She, who was far away in Mianzhou, had already anticipated the situation Song Xian would face after returning to Beijing, so she trusted him to take care of her.

The letter arrived this morning and is still safely in his sleeve.

Therefore, the act of exposing the Korean public was indeed inspired by her...

She is very good at eradicating injustices and knows how to cherish talents.

It seems that I can still trust him...

Wei Shuyi took the letter with him and went back to catch up on his sleep with a faint smile in his eyes.

Also unable to sleep last night were the family members of the Korean government in Beijing—

Li Xian's wives and concubines were so anxious that they wanted someone to secretly send a message to Tanzhou. However, the entire Korean government palace had been surrounded by forbidden troops and no one had a chance to enter or leave.

The imperial envoy who went to interrogate Li Xian and take him back to Beijing was already on his way to Tanzhou.

The imperial court acted very quickly this time, but because Li Xian had already secretly paid attention to the news in the capital when he heard that the eldest princess Xuan'an was coming to the capital, he was still able to learn about this in advance before the imperial envoy arrived in Tanzhou. information.

Li Xian couldn't believe it. His first reaction was to question the authenticity of the news.

Does his aunt want to convict him, take away his handsome seal, and deal with him?

Just because Princess Xuan'an came forward, my aunt actually compromised like this?

Even before the war is over, are you going to push him out? !

(Update of 4,400 words. I originally planned to write more, but I received a call in the afternoon. An elder who is almost 100 years old is seriously ill. He has to rush back to see him tomorrow and needs to tidy up. Let's do this first. Good night everyone~)

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