Cabbage and tofu stir-fry!
The children clapped their red, frozen hands and sang and danced around her. Passersby stopped to watch, their pointing and gossiping piercing Shen Ruorou's ears like needles.
"Look! It's that plagiarizing Miss Shen Er!"
"I heard she embroidered some street doggerel on a plum blossom screen and said she wrote it herself. It's hilarious!"
Shen Ruorou was terrified, covering her face and trying to squeeze through the crowd, but a sharp-eyed passerby recognized her. She no longer cared about her dignity, hoisting her plain skirt and stumbling out of the city, fleeing all the way back to Ciyun Temple, never daring to set foot outside the mountain gate again. From then on, she spent the rest of her life in the presence of the ancient Buddha and the green lamp.
Meanwhile, Shen Weiwan's wedding was being prepared intensively. The old butler, holding the thick gift list, smiled so hard his beard curled up: "My lady, the Seventh Prince sent a message saying that he had specially added a hundred jars of frozen persimmon vinegar to the dowry, and that you loved to use it with stir-fried cabbage and meat."
Shen Weiwan was trying on the red gold hairpin left by her mother in front of the mirror. When she heard this, she curled her lips and said, "He remembers my preference very well."
Chuntao was arranging her embroidery and suddenly held up an embroidery frame: "Miss, look at this!"
On the embroidery frame, a crooked abacus was embroidered in multicolored silk thread, with three large characters embroidered in gold thread beside it: "You're so cruel." It was an enlarged version of the handkerchief Xiao Yu had given her, which she had transformed into a door curtain for her new home.
"Hang it at the door of the new house," Shen Weiwan raised her eyebrows, a cunning light flashing in her eyes, "Let His Highness see it every day when he enters the door, so that he won't plot against me in the future."
The old butler laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh. "My dear Miss, the Seventh Prince loves you dearly, how could he possibly scheme against you? In my entire life, I have never seen a prince so devoted to a girl."
As they were talking, the sound of loud gongs and drums suddenly came from outside the courtyard. Chuntao curiously lifted the window screen to take a look, then immediately turned around and said with a smile, "Miss! It's a street circus performing a new opera, and it's about your marriage to the Seventh Prince!"
Shen Weiwan lifted her skirt and ran to the window. She saw a crowd of people in the street. A juggler was throwing three shiny cabbages and singing:
"Miss Weiwan is really capable,
Fighting aunt and scumbag with wisdom,
The Seventh Prince, his mind is open,
Marry a talented woman as your wife,
Doggerel, jingle,
May the couple love each other till old age!
The onlookers laughed and clapped their hands. Shen Weiwan couldn't help but curl her lips as she watched the artist's funny appearance of throwing and catching cabbages. At some point, Xiao Yu walked to her side and gently covered the back of her hand with his warm palm.
"Whatever play you want to hear, I'll let them write one." His voice sounded in her ears with a smile.
Chen Weiwan turned to look at him. The golden glow of the setting sun shone on his chiseled face, tinting his eyelashes golden. She blinked and said deliberately, "Then let's make up 'The Cabbage Champion's Wedding Story,' and let the protagonist be a silly girl who can write doggerel."
Xiao Yu laughed, reached out and rubbed her hair, and said in a doting tone: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
The setting sun stretched their shadows long, and they snuggled together tightly. Shen Weiwan leaned on Xiao Yu's shoulder, listening to the lively street opera, thinking of the cold and despair in the snow in her previous life, and then looking at the gentle eyebrows and eyes of the people around her now, her heart was warm as if she had a heater.
In this life, she used her wisdom to not only avenge her blood feud, but also protect the general's estate and marry someone who truly loved and understood her. Those who had hurt her had long since become a laughing stock among the people of the capital, and her life had only just begun.
The street drama continues, becoming more and more joyful:
"Miss Shen Er is thick-skinned,
Plagiarism fails but makes you look bad.
Miss Weiwan is blessed.
The prince loves the people and makes them laugh.
The days ahead will be as sweet as honey,
May you live a happy life forever!
Shen Weiwan couldn't help laughing as she listened to the cheerful tune. "Yes, the days ahead will be just like what's sung in the opera, sweet as honey, so refreshing!" She looked up at Xiao Yu beside her. He was also looking at her, his eyes filled with a gentle smile. This time, she knew that her happiness had just begun.
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