"Fourth sister, can I know who your future husband is?"
"The future prince consort?" The fourth princess smiled sweetly. "Eighth brother, you can guess. It's someone you know! I believe you can guess it."
The fifth princess was secretly looking at Yan Cheng from the side, with a smile on her face.
Yan Cheng: ...
Could it be what he thought?
After the two girls left, the two continued walking towards the north. The Seventh Prince was still thinking about the Fourth Princess's words with profound implications.
"Cheng'er, Fourth Sister said her future consort is someone you know. Can you guess who it is? Both Father and Mother approve of him. I think he's really outstanding."
"The word 'outstanding' doesn't quite fit him. 'Brilliant talent' should be used."
"Since you have spoken so highly of me, I really want to get to know him." The Seventh Prince said, "Cheng'er, it seems you have figured out who that person is."
"Um."
Yan Cheng recalled what happened a few months ago and raised his hand to shake the snow off the brim of his hat.
"Fourth sister once praised my sister from the Yan family for her beauty and asked if she had a brother, preferably one who looked like her."
The Seventh Prince certainly knew that Yan Cheng had a talented brother in the Yan family. When he first heard it, he was not very happy because he was not the first person to be called brother by Yan Cheng.
Later, when he found out that Yan Cheng called Yan Zhuo "Big Brother" and "Brother", which was a clear distinction, he erased Yan Zhuo from the grudge book.
"Yan Zhuo only needs to pass the provincial and palace examinations to achieve the sixth place. The phrase 'brilliant talent' really suits him." The Seventh Prince asked, "So Fourth Sister has taken a fancy to him?"
"It should be him. He's the only one I can guess."
Yan Cheng looked relieved: "Fortunately, in our Great Xia, there is no saying that the prince consort is not allowed to interfere in government affairs, otherwise it would be such a pity for my brother."
The Seventh Prince said: "Fortunately, Yan Zhuo was born in Daxia. If he was born in Nanyou and was chosen as a prince consort, he would have been buried."
While the two brothers were rejoicing over this and that, Yan Zhuo outside the palace had no idea that he was about to be hit by his beautiful wife who had fallen from the sky.
During the New Year's Day, he was still practicing calligraphy in his study, and no one in the Yan family came to persuade him to take a rest.
They all knew that if Yan Zhuo could not practice excellent left-handed calligraphy, then his performance in next year's provincial and palace examinations would be in jeopardy.
This brings us to Yan Zhuo’s bad luck.
A few days before the Chinese New Year, he went out to buy a book. On his way back, he encountered a mad horse. If he had not dodged quickly, he would not only have broken his right arm, but also lost his life.
He went home and saw a doctor, who said that his arm would take at least two months to heal, and it was unclear whether he would have any sequelae by then, after all, his arm was stepped on by a horse.
It was like a bolt from the blue. When Yan Zhuo was injured, the whole family had no intention of celebrating the New Year.
Yan Zhuo himself was calmer than them. Even though he didn't have a right hand, he still had a left hand. As long as he had his hand, he could take part in the metropolitan examination and the palace examination.
Yan Zhuo had practiced writing with his left hand before, under Yan Cheng's various twisted ideas, but he couldn't write as fast or well as with his right hand, so he needed to practice more.
In preparation for the imperial examination in February, Yan Zhuo decided not to go out for the next two months and practice calligraphy with his left hand at home.
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