Chapter 69: One-sided View

The clear sound of jade strings?

The jade harp is tuned on the river, one string is pure and one heart. The seven strings are clear and the trees are clear and dark.

It can make the moon on the river whiter and the river deeper. I only then knew that the branches of the phoenix tree could be used to symbolize gold.

Lu Mingchao frowned, feeling that the words were exaggerated for some reason.

If the rumors are true, it is not that a clear and melodious jade string emerged from the rotten mud, but that a saint emerged from the villain.

Isn't that contradictory?

The cold wind howled and hit the old wooden window hard.

The window frames creaked in the cold wind.

Lu Yao held the scroll and tapped Lu Mingchao's forehead. "Mingchao, most people in the world judge by deeds instead of heart. If you judge by heart, no one is perfect."

"Moreover, it is meaningless to delve into whether Sun Zhiye is good or evil. His good reputation has been passed down for many years. This is not achieved overnight. Just as ice three feet thick is not formed in a day, dripping water can also wear away a stone in a day."

"He alone is as powerful as the entire Sun family."

"In short, if we go up against the Sun family, he is a formidable enemy and we cannot take it lightly."

Lu Mingchao rubbed his forehead and glanced at Lu Yao with dissatisfaction. "You are a saint with a great reputation and you hold the real power of the Sun family. You should control your relatives well."

"Young Master Sun is his biological brother, not some distant branch of the family. He is not capable of disciplining him."

"Do you not know, or do you just let it go?"

"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing." Xie Yan continued, "If my guess is correct, he will definitely come to see it."

Lu Yao's eyebrows were filled with smiles. "Yes, yes."

"A man of great cunning always knows himself and his enemy, and thinks twice before he acts."

"Come and have dinner!" Yunniang knocked on the window frame and urged with a smile.

Lu Mingchao's face was filled with a big smile. "Here I come, here I come."

Lu Yao and Xie Yan looked at each other, smiled and followed.

There is no rule of not talking while eating or sleeping at the farmer's dinner table.

Lu Mingchao first took a piece of stir-fried cabbage, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and then took a bite of the pancake, chewing slowly, a little puzzled, "The pancake that mom steamed today tastes a little different."

Yunniang swallowed the food in her mouth and said with a smile, "You have a very sensitive tongue. This was not steamed by me, but sent by Old Lady Feng."

"Her family's Jin Yu's marriage is settled, and it is said that the marriage is to a scholar."

"There is a custom in Changxi Village that when a daughter of a man and a daughter of a woman are engaged, they will send some food to the villagers. It doesn't matter what they send, it all depends on the conditions of the family."

Lu Mingchao frowned and asked softly, "Didn't we just meet?"

The image of Feng Jinyu with tears in her eyes, angrily and furiously scolding Mr. Fan, had not yet completely faded from her mind.

Yunniang shook her head. “I don’t know about that.”

"It was around the end of the afternoon or the beginning of the evening when matchmaker Wang brought the scholar's sister-in-law to the house and said that the scholar had chosen Feng Jinyu and promised that Mrs. Feng's grandson would study with the scholar. Mrs. Feng agreed and the two sides decided to get married right away."

"As soon as Wang the matchmaker and her group left, Old Lady Feng took care of the family, sent food to every household, and told the villagers that Jin Yu had found a good family."

Suddenly, Lu Mingchao found it difficult to eat and put down the chopsticks in his hand with a blank expression.

It turned out that the so-called meeting was just the old scholar's one-sided meeting with Feng Jinyu.

Feng Jinyu had no choice but to be chosen and abandoned; her own wishes were never important.

Lu Mingchao had a lot of tangled thoughts in his mind, which kept turning around and tangling. When he blurted out, he said in a plain and simple way, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Isn't that against the rules?"

Xie Yan pursed his lips slightly and looked at Lu Mingchao with worried eyes.

He also heard Feng Jinyu's crying clearly, and it was obvious that she was extremely dissatisfied with this marriage.

But before Feng Jinyu returned home, her life had already been determined by her parents' orders and the matchmaker's words.

Yunniang sighed, "It is somewhat inconsistent with the marriage process, but Jinyu is a little older after all, and Xiucaigong is a more popular candidate for son-in-law."

"Farmers who work hard in the fields, facing the loess and back to the sky, all hope to have a taste of scholars."

"When Mrs. Feng delivered the steamed cakes, didn't she tell the scholar about his situation in detail?" Lu Mingchao suppressed the chill in his heart and asked softly.

Yunniang also put down her chopsticks. "I said a little bit. Old Lady Feng's tone was very aggressive. She didn't seem to care about the scholar having a son and a daughter. Instead, she was..."

Yunniang glanced at Xie Yan and felt a little embarrassed.

Old Lady Feng's words were so harsh that Xie Yan was trampled to the ground.

What they said was that both of them were stepmothers, but one married a scholar and the other married a hunter.

Chaochao, a young lady coming to the capital city, doesn't think it's shameful, so Feng Jinyu will not feel ashamed even more.

Silence is better than words here.

With the exception of a few children, everyone present guessed what was unspoken.

Lu Mingchao's face was not very good. He first secretly pinched Xie Yan's hand under the table to comfort him, and then said coldly, "Doesn't Mrs. Feng love Feng Jinyu, her old daughter, the most?"

"Mrs. Feng is so positive because she really believes from the bottom of her heart that this is a rare and lucky marriage, and she thinks Feng Jinyu is a good match for the scholar." Lu Yao took a sip of the porridge in the bowl, lowered his eyebrows, and continued, "She treats Feng Jinyu well only because she is an old woman, but she never really thinks Feng Jinyu is good."

Lu Mingchao: Blind.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat stagnant, and Lu Yao's expression remained unchanged. "There is no room for maneuver."

Old Lady Feng announced that Feng Jinyu would have to marry even if she didn't want to.

Yunniang asked tentatively, "Isn't the scholar a good person?"

Lu Mingchao pursed his lips and said, "I can't tell."

Feng Jinyu has a hot temper. Will he accept what is happening to him?

Lu Mingchao picked up his chopsticks again and picked up the nearest dish in front of him, but it was like chewing wax.

After dinner, Lu Mingchao helped Yunniang clean up and then took the children home.

There was a layer of gloom in Lu Mingchao's heart that was difficult to dispel, and even the biting cold wind could not dispel it.

The road is very quiet at night.

But soon, the silence was broken.

There were constant barking of dogs, mixed with indistinct human voices.

Lu Mingchao stopped and looked towards the direction of the Feng family.

Xie Yan nodded.

Lu Mingchao sighed. Feng Jinyu must be unwilling to do so and might start a fight.

But things have come to this, just as Lu Yao said, Feng Jinyu will have to marry even if she doesn't want to.

Old Mrs. Feng's complacency and her loud and vigorous actions had already put Feng Jinyu under fire.

Everyone knows that if you don't get married, you will be in disgrace.

From then on, no man from a respectable family came to seek her hand.

This is the reality that chills the hearts of people in this era.

Lu Mingchao stood there, lost in thought for a moment.

Just as he was about to lift his feet, he saw someone hurrying towards him not far away.

"Auntie Feng?"

"Xiao Ming." Auntie Feng's voice was filled with fear and tears. "The old lady at home is sick. Auntie has to go to the village chief's house to borrow a donkey cart. I won't talk to you for now."

Lu Mingchao sniffed and a faint smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose.

Ming Dynasty, do you feel pain?