It took a while for Wei Miaoqing to open her mouth and make a voice: "Auntie, Daddy, Brother, Second Uncle and Second Aunt...... And ye say, How can I fall like this......

Before the word "mold" came out, Duan pulled his daughter into the cubicle.

As Zheng Guogong Wei Qin and Wei Shuyi also walked into the compartment, Wei Yu, the second master of the Wei family, stepped forward and silently closed the door of the compartment, and then consciously went to the outside of the hall with his wife and children.

Wei Yu stood under the porch and sighed.

The eldest brother is overly free by nature, and to put it bluntly, he is not in tune, and the eldest brother who is not in tune with him married a sister-in-law who is also quite accomplished in the matter of not being in tune......

And the two of them can give birth to a child who is as overly toned as Zigu, and there can only be one direction of explanation - the extremes of things must be reversed, bottoming out, and surviving.

But such extremely rare, such a spectacle in the present world is destined to be undesirable, so in comparison, Qing'er's temperament is much like her father's mother.

Therefore, at this time, in the compartment, I am afraid that Zi Gu is in the area...... One in tune, with three out of tune.

The youngest one, who was out of tune, had no outsiders at the moment, and had given up expression management, and said with a sad face, "...... The princess's drudgery, how did it come full circle or fall on my head, I have always remembered my brother's explanation, and my performance is clear and not outstanding!"

As he spoke, he looked at Wei Shuyi crying, "Brother, you have to give me an explanation!"

Uncle Wei sighed lightly: "Brother knows, you have behaved very unremarkably, only blame me as a brother, I am too prominent in the court, but it will affect you."

"Daddy is to blame." Zheng Guogong also seriously reflected on himself: "It's all because Daddy is the eldest son in the family, although he is not as good as your uncles in every way, but he also attacked the position of Zheng Guogong and gave you this too decent family background...... That's why you were chosen as the crown princess."

Looking at such a father and brother, Wei Miaoqing cried for a while.

"A-Niang is also responsible." Duan Shi took his daughter's hand, his eyes were also slightly red, and he was even more ashamed than her husband: "Who let A-Niang give you an impeccable good look? But what about a mole on the face? I won't be chosen as the crown princess."

"......" Wei Miaoqing couldn't cry at all, and it was really hard for her not to wonder, "Are you comforting me, or are you taking the opportunity to boast?"

"Even if there is a suspicion of boasting, it is also the truth." Wei Shuyi's face straightened a little, and said, "Since the sage liquidated the Changsun party, there have been countless vacancies in various places, and it is precisely at the time of the competition for power with the Cui clan and them, at such a critical juncture, it is necessary to set the crown princess as soon as possible, so as not to be taken advantage of by those scholars to take advantage of the opportunity to take the lead."

"Second, in Luo Guanlin's text, he wantonly belittled the saint and tortured the prince, and only by selecting a real noble girl with a prominent family background as the crown princess can some criticism be effectively eliminated."

When Wei Shuyi said this, his voice lowered: "But in order to prevent the loss of control and indirectly make the crown prince powerful, this candidate still needs to be selected from the family's trusted courtiers......

"Anyway, I'm all right about these conditions." Wei Miaoqing wanted to cry again, she didn't want to be a princess!

Zheng Guogong comforted his daughter, and when he saw that the usual words of comfort did not work, he said, "...... I heard that the saint is now preparing to marry the prince of Rongwang, and when I saw the holy decree arrive, I thought that my daughter was going to marry in Yizhou, and it would be difficult to see her father and mother again."

"Thinking about it like this, being selected as the crown princess, at least among the Jingshi, can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune......

This sentence "good luck in misfortune" made Uncle Wei want to help his forehead when he heard it, what kind of rebellious words are these.

"What is there to keep your mouth open?" Duan glared at her husband, hugged her daughter's shoulder, and whispered, "If you want A-Niang to say, judging from the current situation, it is still two things to say whether this princess can do it or not...... The prince is still young, and it will take at least two or three years to prepare for the wedding...... Isn't that right?"

Wei Miaoqing: "?"

A-Niang is covering her mouth, but she is not completely blocked.

Seeing that the family was looking at him with complicated expressions, Duan said abruptly, "It's not me who cursed people...... in other words

This situation, it is now here, even if it is better to say, people are still there, but maybe one day the position of the prince will be replaced, and this family affair will naturally ...... Right?"

Wei Miaoqing was strangely convinced.

"Mother's Words...... It's not appropriate to be with outsiders, but it's true." Wei Shuyi finally said, "You might as well take a look while walking."

Although Wei Miaoqing felt that his brother was very unsuccessful in love, he still obeyed him in business, and when he heard the words, he also settled down and nodded.

Although she looks babbling, she is not a willful person in her bones, she is the daughter of the Wei family, and she understands some truths very well, even if there is no solution to this problem in the future, she will not ignore her family for her own selfishness.

But this did not prevent her from asking, "Speaking of marrying the prince of King Rong, can the candidate for the princess of King Rong be decided?"

It's a bit unkind, but she'd love to hear which girl is more unlucky than her.

Wei Shuyi: "It hasn't really been decided yet, the prince of King Rong heard that he was sick with a cold, and he is still recuperating in the past few days, and he can't leave Beijing for a while, so the sage is still thinking about it."

At first, the saint was so anxious, it must have something to do with her......

When she was gone, the saint would be able to settle down and think better about weighing the matter.

"But it should be these two days."

Wei Shuyi said, having seen through his sister's thoughts, and sighed, "You must know that not everyone thinks like you...... Whether it is the position of the crown princess or the position of the princess of King Rong, it is not a bad luck in the eyes of many people. The mere fact of marrying into the royal family is enough to make countless people flock to it."

After appeasing Wei Miaoqing, Wei Shuyi asked the second uncle's family to come in and talk.

Wei Yu, who was waiting under the porch outside, was reaching out of the porch to probe the drizzle.

A drizzle added two points of coldness to Jingshi.

The next day when the sky cleared, it was the day of the Guozijian holiday, and the people from the Plum Hunting Society and the Wuji Society happened to bump into each other in the Lingyin Pavilion.

Different from the saber-rattling last time we met here, since the incident of the Confucian Temple, the festival prejudices between the two sides have been silently removed, because Cui Lang and Qiao Yubai are there, everyone can even talk amicably at this moment.

"I heard that Chang Niangzi took Chang Langjun out of the city to seek medical treatment, I don't know when I will be able to return?" Some students in the Plum Hunting Club asked about Chang Suining.

Cui Lang could only look at Qiao Yubai, saying that he was a little aggrieved, and the master went out of Beijing to seek medical treatment, but he didn't even say a word to him.

Facing Cui Lang's aggrieved eyes, Qiao Yubai smiled and said nothing, a little bitter in his heart.

"Thank you for your concern, the return date has not yet been decided, and it is not urgent to seek medical treatment and recuperate." Qiao Yubai replied with a smile.

"That's ...... too."

"Why can't that Langzhong be invited to the house to heal Chang Langjun?"

"Many people with skills have their own weird rules......

"When Chang Niangzi comes back, I hope Brother Qiao will inform me."

Qiao Yubai should come down.

Although Song Xian did not speak, he also listened carefully and patiently.

He also hoped that she would come back as soon as possible, and his words of reparation had been stuffed in his heart for a long time.

In a box on the second floor, there is a light green girl figure sitting alone, drinking tea absentmindedly.

She has always been fond of music, and this listening hall is the place she frequents, and at the moment a female musician is playing the pipa for her through the beaded curtain.

「…… Why did it stop?" The music in her ears disappeared, and the girl came back to her senses.

The female musician had known her for a long time, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but sigh, "No one is allowed to stop after a song is played? The slave family has been playing hard for a long time, and Ma Niangzi is afraid that she hasn't listened to a single note, right?"

Ma Wan was stunned for a moment, and then said apologetically, "It's true that I was distracted...... Don't blame the Qingyin lady."

Then he asked the maid to offer the silver.

There is tea, wine and music in the Lingyin Hall, but it costs an additional amount of money to let the musician play and sing for himself.

After the female musician accepted it, she didn't make much fun of anything, just hugged the pipa and smiled and retreated

out.

"Is the girl on her mind?" The maid asked in a whisper.

Ma Wan didn't answer her.

The maid sighed in her heart, she didn't have to answer the girl, she also understood in her heart, the girl's heart was unknown to others, but she, the personal maid, could see it clearly.

After a while, Ma Wan spoke, but said with a gloomy expression: "Go back."

She would come to the Lingyin Pavilion to listen to music when she had time, and it looked the same as usual, but she knew very well in her heart that everything had been different since the Mid-Autumn Festival hibiscus flower feast.

Maybe she won't have to come here soon, maybe it's time to put everything down.

When Ma Wan got up, her expression changed suddenly, she turned her head to look at the window, and listened quietly for a moment before asking the maid, "Xi Qin...... Do you hear that?"

After the maid nodded, Ma Wan immediately lifted her skirt, walked out of the box quickly, went downstairs, and went in the direction of the courtyard.

The long-lost sound of the flute guided her step by step to a lotus pond.

When she saw the back of the young man who had also been absent for a long time, she unconsciously slowed down her pace and looked at him in a daze.

She was initially attracted by the loneliness of his flute, a kind of loneliness that no one could understand, bottomless and unreachable, but she couldn't help but want to get closer.

The two had a happy relationship before, and they didn't talk about anything else, and she didn't know that he was Li Lu, the son of King Rong.

It wasn't until the Hibiscus Flower Club that she met him and knew his identity, but she also witnessed his deep affection for others.

At that time, she realized that what she thought she knew about each other was just that she was too careful, and she didn't even know each other's identities, so what else could she talk about?

When the sound of the flute stopped, the young man standing by the pond turned to look at her, and a smile that was not unfamiliar appeared on his weak and handsome face: "It was a horse lady, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing recently?"

It was the first time he had called her by her last name, but he didn't feel any sense of life...... It turned out that when he called her "Ma Niangzi", he said in such a tone.

Ma Wan silently tightened the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, it was ridiculous to say that her thought of dying was actually spreading in her heart again in this greeting.

In vain, she thinks she has a high heart, but she is so humble, and even knows that he cares about others, she can't really cut off her thoughts.

"I'm all right...... I wonder if the son of the world has been cured of the disease of wind and cold?"

Ma Wan was speechless when she asked, which undoubtedly revealed her unusual attention to him.

The young man smiled and nodded, "It's half better, thank you for your concern."

"That's fine." Ma Wan's fingers holding the handkerchief loosened and tightened, and looked at the bamboo flute in his hand: "I just heard the sound of the Shizi flute, and it seems that I have something on my mind......

Li Lu said: "I am about to leave Beijing, so I can't help but think about it."

"Shizi......" Ma Wan didn't know how she mustered up the courage, and she really asked, "Has Shizi not been able to let go of the Chang family?"

[In view of the general environment,

The deeds of the lady of the Chang family are really deafening, and she has always thought recently, such an impressive girl, it is indeed difficult to really let go.

The young man looked at the decayed lotus pond and said slowly, "Things in the world cannot be forced, since you know that there is no fate, after a long time, you can slowly let go of your thoughts."

He didn't say "I've let it go", that would make it seem that his previous affection was too cheap, and some things were too much.

Women will always be attracted and touched by affection, even if it is for others.

Ma Wan couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but seeing his complexion, it really didn't look like someone who didn't want to come out of that obsession, and was willing to come out...... That's good.

She unconsciously took two steps forward, and also showed a smile: "Then I wish the world...... Feel at ease as soon as possible."

"Borrow the auspicious words of the horse lady." The young man had a warm face and asked with a smile: "Bosom friends are hard to find, I haven't heard the sound of Ma Niangzi's piano for a long time, I don't know if I can still have the honor to sing with Ma Niangzi before I leave Beijing?"

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As he spoke, he raised his hand and gestured to the gazebo on the side.

There is a piano in the pavilion all year round for visitors to play.

Ma Wan suppressed the slight ripples in her heart and nodded her head.

The two of them sat in the pavilion and played the piano, and the other stood by the pool to play the flute.

The murmuring music seemed to soothe all worries, but the maid of the Ma family watched this scene, and the more she listened to it, the more uneasy she became...... Is it her delusion, why does she have a dark idea that this prince of Rong is using this to tease and seduce her girl!

On the same day, Ma Wan returned home, and it was already dark.

On the way back, she had already made a decision in her heart, and after returning to the courtyard to change her clothes, she went to find her grandfather and grandmother.

Please be at ease, Ma Wan said, "Wan'er has something to discuss with her grandfather and grandmother alone."

Ma Xingzhou then ordered his subordinates to retreat.

In the hall, Ma Wan knelt down and said, "Grandfather, Wan'er is willing to marry the prince of Rong."

Ma Xingzhou exchanged a surprised look with his wife.

"Wan'er......" The old lady of the Ma family asked in shock, "Why did you suddenly have such an idea?" But what do you hear?"

"Yes, Wan'er knows that now the saint is choosing a princess for the prince of Rong, and Wan'er also knows that she is on that list, and the saint is very fond of Wan'er."

"But your aunt told you?" The old lady of the Ma family sighed and looked at her most beloved eldest granddaughter with pity: "But don't worry, your grandfather hasn't nodded and agreed yet, and the Holy Lord will not force our Ma family, and I am also discussing this matter with your grandfather......

"Alright." Ma Xingzhou interrupted his wife's words and looked at his granddaughter who was kneeling there, "Let me talk to Wan'er alone first."