17 Marriage
◎Once you have his heart, you will no longer need anything else◎
"What happened?" Yan Qi was approaching and could clearly see the lingering tears on Wei Ziyan's cheeks.
She pursed her lips, lowered her brows, and seemed to have something to hide.
"well……"
Mrs. Wei on the side sighed helplessly: "Take a look at this." Then she handed over a piece of yellow thin paper in her hand.
Yan Qizheng quickly took it and saw two lines of words written on it:
"The only thing that is affectionate is the spring moon in the courtyard, which still shines on the fallen flowers for the departed."
"What is this?" He looked up in confusion.
"Brother Yan..." Wei Ziyan called him softly, took two steps forward, and turned down the corners of her mouth, as if she was about to cry at any time.
"This is the fortune I just asked for, it's a very bad fortune..." As she said this, Wei Ziyan burst into tears.
Mrs. Wei hugged her daughter lovingly, and Wei Ziyan cried on her mother's shoulder.
Yan Qizhen didn't understand why, but Qiu Luo choked up and told him the meaning of the fortune in detail: "So, if you want a peaceful life in this life, you can't marry Master Yan."
“…”
Yan Qi listened to everything in astonishment. Before he could open his mouth, Wei Ziyan looked at him with tearful eyes.
"Brother Yan, I've figured it out. You can't force marriage. Since we're not meant to be together, and you've never liked me, let's just call it quits."
"I--"
"I hope that Brother Yan can marry the woman he loves in the future... I, I only hope that I can meet Brother Yan again in my next life."
After saying that, Wei Ziyan covered her face with her hands and ran out sadly.
"Yan'er——"
"Miss--"
Madam Wei and Qiu Luo followed closely behind, leaving Yan Qizheng alone, clutching the signature document, feeling a complicated and heavy mood...
Two hours later, in a private room in the tavern.
"What?" Wu Guanyi, who had heard the news, looked incredulous. "You believe in such nonsense?"
Yan Qi, who was sitting opposite him, knitted his thick brows tightly, tilted his head back and poured the liquor in the glass down his throat.
Of course he couldn't believe it!
It is precisely because it is nonsense that people are so angry!
The reason may be false, but the intention to refuse marriage is real!
"She went to such great lengths to come up with this excuse, isn't it just because she doesn't want to marry me?"
Why are you so confused? Give her three days?
It turns out that he was just pretending to be sick to put on this show!
Yan Qi continued to pour wine into the glass, one glass after another, and Wu Guanyi watched at a loss.
"So Miss Wei really doesn't like you... But since she doesn't like Wei Tingzhou either, what is she thinking?"
Yan Qizheng said coldly: "Does it matter what she thinks?"
Wu Guanyi curled his lips: "Then what are you going to do?"
With a "pa" sound, Yan Qizheng put down his wine glass and said word by word through gritted teeth: "Go. Find. Evidence."
The most direct way to expose a lie is to find evidence.
Of course, Yan Qizhen didn't want to admit it, but he actually held a glimmer of hope - if the fortune-telling document was true, then he had wronged Wei Ziyan.
Therefore, no matter what you plan to do next, you must first determine the truth.
The reason he dragged his friend along was because he was afraid of being caught in the crossfire. As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, so he needed a calm and thoughtful bystander.
After a while, the two men came out of the tavern, mounted their horses and headed straight for Yuqiong Temple.
The sun was setting, and it was already late. The temple was deserted. Yan Qizheng and Wu Guanyi found out where to ask for divination sticks and went straight to the Jade Purity Hall.
There was only a small Taoist boy of seven or eight years old in the hall. When he heard they were asking for a fortune stick, he put his hands together and said, "You are a step too late. My brother is no longer in the hall and cannot interpret the fortune stick for you."
"Is he still in the temple?"
"Of course," the little Taoist boy showed Yan Qizheng a row of fangs, "Senior Brother Zhang went to the back hall to do his homework."
"Is it Senior Brother Zhang who is interpreting the divination here today?"
"Exactly."
Yan Qizheng and Wu Guanyi exchanged a glance, the latter saying in a negotiating tone, "They say Yuqiong Temple is the most effective place for fortune-telling. I've come here because of its reputation. Could you please, little Taoist priest, lead the way so we can meet Taoist priest Zhang?"
"This..." The little Taoist boy hesitated.
"This is about my brother's marriage, I hope the young Taoist priest will help me."
The innocent little boy agreed to lead them there. So Yan Qi, under his guidance, first bowed to the Three Pure Ones and then picked up the fortune stick and shook the sticks.
Wu Guanyi saw that he was solemn throughout the whole process and his every move was quite pious.
The bamboo stick fell to the ground, and Wu Guanyi was the first to pick it up and take a look at it: "Mandarin ducks embracing each other, like twin flowers, and purple swallows flying together, like intertwined branches."
When the fortune slip came out of his mouth, the little Taoist boy was delighted: "Today, a female lay Buddhist also drew this lot."
"What a coincidence?" Wu Guanyi deliberately asked, "It must be a young lady, right?"
The little Taoist boy was surprised: "How did you know that, sir?"
Wu Guanyi smiled slyly: "The only female lay Buddhists seeking marriage are young ladies."
The little Taoist boy reacted, touched the back of his head and smiled.
Only the male lay Buddhist who was seeking a marriage partner had a dark face without a smile on his face. He said in a stiff voice, "Young Taoist Priest, please lead the way."
Coincidentally, the Senior Brother Zhang mentioned by the Taoist boy was sitting cross-legged in meditation, but he was disturbed by the silver in his pocket and got up and left in a hurry without waiting for the end of his lesson.
As soon as I walked out of the inner hall, a little Taoist boy and two lay Buddhists came towards me.
"Brother Zhang," the little Taoist boy called him, "a lay Buddhist is looking for you."
Taoist Zhang looked at the two strange men in bewilderment. After listening to the junior disciple's explanation, the corners of his mouth relaxed slightly: "Layman, do you want to ask about marriage?"
"That's right." Yan Qizhen stretched out his hand and handed over the bamboo stick.
Taoist Zhang took it and looked at it, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly disappeared.
"This is a very good fortune for marriage. Congratulations, sir, good luck is coming."
"Really?" Yan Qizheng had been watching his expression closely. "Then what's the point of putting it together with this fortune?"
He raised his arm, and the yellow paper unfolded in the air, right in front of Taoist Zhang.
Taoist Zhang would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but when he did, he was shocked! Wasn't this the signature he had written for a young lady today?
"this……"
Taoist Zhang subconsciously touched the silver in his pocket and glanced at the man in front of him guiltily.
"How can these different lots be explained together?"
Yan Qizhen's eyes were very sharp. He didn't want to waste any more words with him. He quickly drew the sword from his waist and stabbed it at the Taoist's neck.
"Layman!" The little Taoist boy and Taoist Zhang were both shocked.
"Don't be nervous." Wu Guanyi raised his hand to calm the situation. "Master Zhang, as long as you tell me the truth about the origin of this fortune-telling document, I, your brother, will not act recklessly."
The knife pressed heavily against his neck, the blade sharp and cold. Taoist Zhang was so frightened that his face turned pale and he quickly confessed the truth.
"Yes, it's a young lady who asks me for a favor..." Taoist Zhang's voice was trembling.
"She originally drew this very good lot, but then she said...she had a secret and had to draw a very bad lot. She hoped I could do her a favor..."
Taoist Zhang took out the silver from his pocket with trembling hands. Just as he was about to say it was the young lady's reward, the knife on his neck was suddenly pulled away and returned to the sheath with a "clang".
Yan Qizheng retracted his knife, picked up the fortune stick, and turned to leave. Wu Guanyi quickly took out a piece of silver and put it into the little Taoist boy's hand, saying "thank you" and hurriedly followed him.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Wei Mansion." Yan Qizheng spat out two words angrily.
"How ridiculous! If she changed her mind and didn't want to marry me, she could just let me know. Would I be unreasonable and pester her?"
Is it really necessary to put on such a show, using silver to bribe a Taoist priest to create mystery?
"Oh! I'm not her, who is unreasonable and always trying to commit suicide!" After saying this angrily, Yan Qizhen was very unwilling and very, very angry!
I thought he loved me so deeply and was willing to be loyal to me until death, but he changed so suddenly!
Just like when she was a child, she insisted on grabbing something, and once she got it, she didn't cherish it. So he guessed right from the beginning, this woman didn't really like him at all, and now that she had his heart, she no longer cared about it!
No!
It's not that I won his heart!
I don’t care about just getting his “little” “pity”!
Wu Guanyi saw that he was getting more and more angry, and he was a little worried: "Then what are you doing going to the Wei Mansion now?"
"Expose her clumsy tricks in person!" Yan Qizhen held up the evidence in his hand hatefully.
"That means we'll fall out, and then what?"
"Then?" Yan Qi responded angrily, "Of course I'll cancel the engagement!"
He avoided this kind of woman who said one thing and meant another like the snake and scorpion! He would never marry her in his life!
"But why do I feel like there's something fishy going on?" Wu Guanyi suddenly asked, "Could Miss Wei have some hardship?"
Yan Qi's rapid pace slowed down involuntarily.
"What's the reason?"
Wu Guanyi was just guessing that there was such a possibility.
"You didn't tell me that she's always sick now. Could it be that she has some hidden illness and doesn't want to burden you, so..."
Just like the play script that was popular two years ago.
But a play script is a play script, how can there be so many coincidences in reality?
"Anyway, you'd better not be impulsive. Wait..." Wu Guanyi suddenly reached out and pulled Yan Qizheng, "Look at that girl in front. Is she the woman who rushed in and scolded you that day in Chunzhi Yunuan?
Yan Qizheng stopped and looked forward.
A woman in plain clothes walked out of the temple alone with her head down. It was indeed Liu Yuer.
"Got it!" Wu Guanyi snapped his fingers.
"What?"
Wu Guanyi said mysteriously, "I'll take care of this, so don't show up."
【Author’s words】
Find out the truth soon!
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