Chapter 87 Chapter 87 "...Can I not get married? ...
==Chapter 87==
Hearing the hidden meaning in Tan Lin's words, Meng Qiaojing's face turned pale, and her raised hand froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.
Unspeakable embarrassment and awkwardness surrounded her. Meng Qiaojing stood there at a loss, not daring to move forward.
Tan Lin didn't care about her and helped Xie Zhujing to the main courtyard with several servants. Meng Qiaojing bit her lip and watched this scene. Although she was now also a master in this family, she just felt out of place.
Looking at her cousin who had lost his composure like this, Meng Qiaojing felt inexplicably sad.
She thought absentmindedly that Miss Feng must be a very good person, which was why her cousin could not forget her so much.
The lights in the Xie family's house were bright. In the main courtyard, Meng Qiaojing was not allowed to enter the house. She could only stand on the veranda and wait eagerly. Her eyes were filled with unconcealed worry and anxiety. She instructed:
"Hurry up and ask the kitchen to prepare some hangover soup."
The servants will take care of it in a hurry.
Xie Zhujing was drunk, but he was not unconscious. Meng Qiaojing's instructions were clearly transmitted into the room through the window. Tan Lin couldn't help but turn his head to take a look.
He muttered subconsciously:
"It's different having a mistress at home."
I can't tell what's different, but it just seems less empty. Unlike before, when the adults came back it would be pitch dark. Since my cousin came, no matter how late the adults came back, there was always a light waiting for them, and the kitchen was always stocked with hot water and hot food.
Xie Zhujing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he shouted with uneven breath, "Shut up."
Tan Lin was startled and asked in confusion:
"grown ups?"
Xie Zhujing's voice filled the deserted room: "Don't let me hear such words again in the future."
Tan Lin paused, he realized what he was saying and immediately fell silent.
Meng Qiaojing's instructions were still continuing outside. Xie Zhujing drooped his eyelids, and there was no emotion in his covered eyes. He knew very well that Meng Qiaojing was a very docile person. The boldest thing she had probably done in her life was to go to Beijing to join Xie Zhujing.
Perhaps it was because she was living under someone else's roof, or perhaps it was simply out of worry, but Xie Zhujing could see that Meng Qiaojing was reserved and showed her flattery in subtle ways.
Xie Zhujing could even imagine that if his wife was Meng Qiaojing, Meng Qiaojing would definitely put him first in everything, and would probably not show it even if she was wronged.
What's worse, she might not even feel that those are grievances, but rather that they are natural.
Just like his mother was.
Even if his father was a bad guy, in his mother's eyes, he would be considered - already very good.
His father was a scholar who passed the imperial examination. In the eyes of ordinary people, at least in the eyes of his mother, a scholar's hands were used to write, so how could he do rough work?
So, all the heavy work at home fell on my mother.
Whenever he wanted to do something within his ability, he would be stopped by his mother, who would say, "Our Ajing will study in the future and doesn't need to worry about these trivial matters." If he didn't listen, his mother would cry with guilt and self-blame.
Later, his father prepared for the exam for several more years but failed to pass. He lost his spirit and was drunk all day long.
His mother told him, "Your father has his difficulties too."
She learned a word called "frustrated", so no matter how drunk his father was, it would only make her feel distressed.
Because of a little joy and the duty of taking care of her husband and children that is ingrained in her bones, she works harder and is more willing to work than an old ox in the fields.
Xie Zhujing thought countless times, who said that scholars are aloof?
Who can be more calculating than a scholar?
His father was one of them.
A love poem deceived his mother into falling in love with him, a word about preparing for an exam made his father-in-law pay for ten years, and a piece of marriage bought him a lifelong slave, who washed clothes, cooked, and gave birth to children without any complaints.
Xie Zhujing came back to his senses, with a hint of sarcasm and self-mockery in his eyes.
In fact, he has his father's blood in his bones. No matter how much he hates his father, when it comes to him, he finds that he is not much nobler than his father.
Ask yourself, if there was no incident with the young lady, would he have chosen Meng Qiaojing?
Xie Zhujing had the answer in his heart.
meeting.
Definitely.
He was too lazy to waste his time in the backyard, so a cousin who came to him for refuge was perfect for him. She not only enhanced his reputation and prevented outsiders from thinking that he was heartless, but also met his needs.
She may not be that smart, but she is obedient enough.
The fact that she is obedient is enough to cover up all her flaws.
But that’s all.
She would be his wife, and only his wife.
Life in the harem would become like a stagnant pool of water, without any ripples, but this state was the best for him. His ambitions were never about love affairs between men and women, and a quiet harem would not cause him any trouble.
But there are no ifs.
The Second Prince's proposal of marriage involved him and the young lady.
He was very clear about his feelings for the young lady. No matter whether they were pure or not, they were definitely not innocent. This alone would not let him look at Meng Qiaojing again.
She was a step late, and since the timing was wrong, everything was wrong.
Xie Zhujing closed his eyes, his voice calm and almost indifferent:
"Let her go back."
Tan Lin didn't dare to make a sound and retreated holding his breath. After a moment, Meng Qiaojing's voice outside stopped abruptly.
Meng Qiaojing subconsciously turned her head to look inside the room. She was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. She asked:
"Is my cousin awake?"
Tan Lin did not answer this question, but politely advised: "It's getting late, cousin, you should go back early."
Meng Qiaojing seemed to have noticed something. She became very quiet. After a long while, she whispered:
"Then let your cousin have a good rest, and I will go back."
She looked up at the door again, but there was no sound from the room, as if there was no one inside.
Waves of sadness spread, and Meng Qiaojing didn't even know why she was sad.
The moment she stepped into the capital, she understood that she and her cousin were no longer from the same world. He was a rising star in the court, and she was a jinx in everyone's eyes. If people knew what she was thinking, they would definitely think she was wishful thinking.
Her father had confessed this to her as early as the moment her cousin passed the imperial examination.
She is a girl who knows herself very well.
She didn't dare to fantasize about it.
But why do I still feel uncomfortable?
Meng Qiaojing took every step very slowly, as if only in this way would the distance between her and that person not grow so far so quickly. But the yard was so big that no matter how slowly she walked, she would still step out of the gate.
The door closed behind her.
Meng Qiaojing lowered her head, and something slid silently down her face and disappeared into the night.
The next day.
Meng Qiaojing woke up very early. She couldn't sleep well at all. She was worried that her cousin would have a hangover, so she asked the kitchen to prepare a light meal early.
She didn't dare go to the front yard, so she lingered on the porch. She was very quiet, and it was easy for her to be ignored standing on the porch.
She didn't have to wait long before Xie Zhujing appeared.
He was dressed in a blue shirt and had his hair tied up with a jade crown. He did not look at all embarrassed or out of control as he had yesterday. The Song family treated him very well and never hesitated to teach him. Therefore, he also exuded an innate dignity, as if he was high and mighty, and no one dared to approach him.
Meng Qiaojing took just one look and couldn't help feeling timid.
The moment Xie Zhujing approached, she subconsciously took a step back. Xie Zhujing tilted his head and glanced at her, expressing his confusion.
Meng Qiaojing felt terrible, her heart was both bitter and happy. Just for his glance, she couldn't help but say:
"Is my cousin feeling better?"
Xie Zhujing responded, and suddenly, he stopped.
Meng Qiaojing also stopped immediately.
Then, Meng Qiaojing heard her cousin's voice. It seemed gentle as usual, but it was actually cold, as cold as jade. It was clearly the voice that made her happy on weekdays, but at this moment it made her feel like she was falling into an ice cellar.
"What do you want from a man?"
It was a very short sentence, and no one could misunderstand the meaning of it.
Xie Zhujing spoke calmly, as if this was the most natural topic.
Meng Qiaojing's face turned pale. She found her voice again, but it was very difficult:
"Cousin, what do you mean? I don't understand."
Xie Zhujing finally looked at her again: "Brother-in-law Yang has been gone for some time. You are still young, don't waste your time."
Meng Qiaojing wanted to say that it would not be delayed, but Xie Zhujing seemed to have noticed it long ago. He said calmly:
"Besides, you and I, a single man and a single woman, living under the same roof for a long time, are bound to attract gossip."
Meng Qiaojing's voice disappeared instantly.
She wondered blankly, when her cousin said "don't delay", did he also mean that she should not delay him?
Xie Zhujing said, "I'll ask Tan Lin to find out, you can take your time choosing."
He let her take her time to choose, but did not give her the option of refusal.
Meng Qiaojing really wanted to nod and be as obedient as usual, but the bitterness in her heart made her eyes red, and she looked up at him.
She seemed to always need to look up at him.
He stood against the morning light, his tall figure shrouded in shadow. The two of them were clearly so close, but Meng Qiaojing couldn't see his features clearly for a moment. A wave of panic and distraction made her speak subconsciously:
"cousin!"
Someone looked at her, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and elegant, and he was truly a beautiful man. Meng Qiaojing mustered up her courage, took a step forward, and asked him:
"...Can I not get married?"
For Meng Qiaojing, these were the boldest words. She almost made her feelings clear. She held her breath, her heart beating violently, waiting for an answer.
Then, she clearly saw her cousin's face turn cold, and he called out calmly:
"cousin."
He didn't say anything, but his refusal was clear.
Meng Qiaojing suddenly trembled violently, finally realizing what she had done. Her lips were shaking, and her whole body was almost shaky. She couldn't help but shed tears and asked with difficulty:
"W-why…"
The two of them could be considered childhood sweethearts. She accompanied him through the most difficult time of his youth, but why did his eyes never stay on her for a moment?
Xie Zhujing was in a dull mood and didn't want to explain anything.
The gentleness and humility of the superior and the dignity of the inferior can both make people look at them differently or give rise to different emotions.
When did his feelings for Feng Wenyu begin?
It is not the moment of engagement.
But the moment she lowered her eyes and saw Gu Yushi, she was neither arrogant nor forced, but stood beside Gu Yushi so happily, which attracted the eyes of people around her involuntarily, with hidden envy for Gu Yushi.
There may be many women like the young lady in this world, but only this one woman caught his sight. Therefore, no matter how dazzling the later ones were, they all became ordinary people.
He was clearly only one step away from having the bright moon shine upon him alone.
People always have an obsession with things they cannot get.
So did he.
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