Cao Xuezheng slowly opened his eyes and gently patted the back of his son's hand: "It's okay, it's just an old problem."
Because he had a high fever when he was young, Cao Xuezheng suffered from headaches since he recovered. Sometimes the pain was so severe that he couldn't sleep all night, as if he was being pricked by needles.
Over the years, I have seen the wrong doctors, and even consulted the imperial physician, but the symptoms were only relieved occasionally, and the problem was not solved fundamentally.
Because of Cao Xuezheng's headache, Cao Cheng gave up his official career and chose to study medicine, but he lacked experience at the moment.
"Cheng'er, come here. Mother has something to show you." Cao Xuezheng waved to Cao Cheng, opened the brocade box on the table, picked up a scroll inside, and handed it to Cao Cheng.
"What is this?"
"Open it and take a look." Cao Xuezheng looked at her husband with a mysterious smile on his lips.
Cao Cheng blinked and opened it doubtfully.
There was a picture of a young girl on the scroll.
A young girl, dressed in a cyan dress, danced in the breeze, her jade-like fingers clutching a scroll, seemingly reading silently. Her features were delicate and refined, her temperament elegant and scholarly. A teardrop mole beneath her eye added a touch of alluring charm to her aloofness.
Cao Cheng was stunned, staring intently.
I have to say, this is a very beautiful girl.
"I'm stunned by what I've seen. It seems like you like it very much." Cao Fulang's joking voice sounded in his ears.
Cao Cheng came back to his senses immediately, his ears felt a little hot, and he quickly put away the scroll and said, "Dad, Mom, why are you showing me this portrait?" Who is the person in the portrait?
Cao Cheng was too shy to ask the last question.
"This is Miss Ye Qingyue from the Ye family in Tangzhou Prefecture. She is also the wife your mother has chosen for you."
Cao Cheng's eyes suddenly widened, and he stammered, "Dad, you're not kidding, are you?"
Cao Fulang pulled Cao Cheng to his side, his eyes gentle. "How could your parents joke about such a thing with you? You're fifteen now, it's time for you to get married. I've heard that Ye Qingyue is not only beautiful but also intelligent. He's a scholar at a young age and will take the imperial examination this August. I heard that he has a good chance of passing and has a bright official career. He also has a gentle personality and is very self-disciplined. Although his family background is a bit low, it's not bad either."
Cao Cheng's cheeks were burning. He wanted to continue listening to his father introduce Ye Qingyue, but he was also feeling anxious.
He snuggled up to Cao Fulang, pursed his rosy lips and said, "Dad, Mom, I don't want to get married so early. I want to stay with you for a few more years."
Cao Fulang tapped his head and smiled faintly, saying, "You can still come back after getting married. It's not easy to find a good wife. I heard that Ye Qingyue is very popular in Tangzhou Prefecture. I wonder how many young men want to marry her.
Cheng'er, your mother has already made an appointment with the mistress of the Ye family to let you meet Ye Qingyue. Go meet him first, and then tell your parents whether you are willing to marry him. If you really don't like Ye Qingyue, your parents won't force you.
Cao Cheng took Cao Fulang's arm, bit his lip, and whispered, "Well, okay."
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It was not until he returned to the house that Cao Cheng discovered that he had actually brought the scroll back.
Somehow, the scroll in my arms suddenly felt hot.
Rubbing his ears which were a little hot, Cao Cheng spread out the scroll on the desk.
The girl leaps off the paper with stunning beauty.
Cao Cheng stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the portrait with his white and tender fingertips.
"She's quite pretty." He murmured, a smile unconsciously appearing on the corners of his lips.
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