The prefectural government office.
After Kong Wenjie and Kong Wenmin sent Pang Yi out of the prefectural government office, they went back. Kong Wenmin went to report the matter to Fang Zuotang. Kong Wenjie was not feeling well, so he went back to his room to rest.
He said that he was not feeling well physically, but actually he was not feeling well mentally.
Kong Wenjie looked at the dazzling red wedding invitation. His heart was about to break into eight pieces. It was obvious that the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. But he looked at it over and over again.
She is getting married.
Not forced. Not waiting to get married, but actually getting married.
Zhong Mingwei must like her very much, otherwise he wouldn't have spent so much time to give her such a nice name. And he wouldn't have invited the two brothers and the prefect to attend the ceremony. Even a rough man like him could understand Zhong Mingwei's painstaking efforts. So, Zhong Mingwei really likes her.
Yes, who wouldn’t like such a nice girl?
Kong Wenjie closed the wedding invitation silently. He stared at the bare yard outside the window. Every detail of his acquaintance with Meiya was rolling in his mind. Every picture was so precious and so sigh-worthy.
When he first met Meiya, he was still a high-handed, bossy military lord, who used to order the ugly girl around all day long. From washing clothes to collecting firewood, to three meals a day, everything depended on the skinny girl. Whenever Meiya was a little slow, he would curse her, and then the girl would tremble with fear, looking like a timid little deer in excessive fright. It was also at that time that Kong Wenjie felt that the girl was not ugly, and her timid appearance was quite likable, so he frightened her a lot along the way. Whenever he saw her pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and then he bullied her even more.
Over and over again, he thought this was a particularly fun game.
Since when did he start to be reluctant to bully her anymore?
Was it watching her being so frightened by Miss Duan's corpse that she was speechless? Or was it watching Old Jiang threatening her in a half-hearted way? Or was it watching her bargaining pitifully with the owner of the furniture shop over a rocking chair?
Kong Wenjie couldn't explain it clearly. He only knew that his gaze stayed on her for longer and longer times. He only knew that a big, rough man like him also began to have worries, worries that he couldn't even tell his brother.
Now that she was about to get married, could he finally let go of this long and bitter worry?
…
"Guard Xiao Kong!"
Kong Wenjie was in a daze in the room when he heard a shout from the yard. He came to his senses and saw Fang Chengyin's personal maid coming into the yard. He couldn't help but frowned, but he stood up and walked to the door.
"Is there anything wrong?" Kong Wenjie asked.
"Oh, that's right," the maid hurried forward, bowed to Kong Wenjie, and said, "The young lady wants to go hunting in Changbai Mountain in a few days, and the master wants to ask Guard Kong to go with her to look after the young lady."
"When?" Kong Wenjie asked. Fang Chengyin grew up in Ningguta since she was a child. She was not like the noble ladies in the capital who never left the house. She was a person who could not sit still. She would go into the mountains to hunt several times a year. Kong Wenjie knew this too. Kong Wenjie hesitated in his heart whether he should give such a good job to Kong Wenmin. He knew Kong Wenmin's thoughts about Fang Chengyin a long time ago, but Kong Wenmin was too shy to tell Fang Chengyin clearly. Moreover, he had a lot of official business to attend to, so he had few opportunities to meet Fang Chengyin. On the other hand, he had to serve Fang Chengyin from time to time.
"May 20th." said the maid.
Kong Wenjie was startled: "The day after tomorrow?"
"Yes," the maid nodded, "Guardian Xiao Kong, if you agree, I will go and tell the young lady right away."
After a while, Kong Wenjie said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will accompany the young lady to go hunting in the mountains then."
"Yes, I'll tell the lady right away!"
The maid ran away happily, and Kong Wenjie stood at the door for a long time before going back into the house. He looked at the bright red wedding invitation on the table, and his eyes dimmed again.
Well, Fang Chengyin was right, he was indeed a coward.
…
May 18, 1934
The capital.
Imperial study.
Zhong Zhiheng had been holding back his anger for the entire day. He had been holding back his anger since he received the memorial from Prince Pingxi this morning. He could not eat anything for breakfast and only had a bowl of pigeon soup for lunch. Now it was evening and he did not feel hungry. He sat alone in the imperial study, sulking.
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