"Yes," Teng Zijing replied respectfully. Teng Zijing replied respectfully. He did not want to repeat the tragic fate of the second housekeeper from a few years ago, so he was especially respectful to this half-master in front of him.
Fan Xian frowned, and a calmness that did not match his age appeared on his face. He did not have the expression that most youths would have when they heard that they were about to get married. "I am very curious," he said slowly.
He was 16 years old, and had long known that in such a powerful family, marriage would certainly be a matter of importance. Since his father had not forgotten him all these years, this day would eventually come. But this time, the timing was so urgent that he did not understand why this marriage was so urgent.
Teng Zijing replied, "Well... I am not sure. I only heard that the young lady is virtuous and has always been well known in the capital."
His careful explanation only made Fan Xian more suspicious. He was an illegitimate child with no status. Even if his parents had an unusually deep background, no official family would be willing to marry their daughter to him.
Seeing his expression, Teng Zijing finally said, "But... the young lady does not seem to be in good health. She has been ill recently, so it is urgent..."
Fan Xian suddenly understood. So he was a magical object of joy. He could not help but smile bitterly and shake his head.
Teng Zijing carefully observed his expression and found that the young master was neither angry nor sorrowful. Instead, he seemed to be in a daze. He was about to marry a young madam who was about to die. How could the young master not be angry at all?
Fan Xian did not have anything to be angry about. In his previous life, he had seen too many scenes like this, and anger would not help solve the problem. In his heart, he felt some sympathy for the bedridden young lady in the capital. Because of her poor health, she was forced to marry a man she had never met.
As for himself? Fan Xian did not have the gloominess of a petty man — he had always been a bit of a male chauvinist. He believed that when it came to matters between men and women, the woman was always at a disadvantage and the man was always at an advantage. Since he was going to marry and have children in this world, what if he picked up a good woman? In any case, he had to get to the capital first. Running away from a marriage could not be rushed. He would wait and see.
Everything had to wait and see.
Was the girl pretty? Cute? Lolita?
…
…
"Young master, why..." Teng Zijing asked carefully.
"Why not?" Fan Xian looked at him with a slight smile and quietly said, "First of all, just because I'm going to Jingdou doesn't mean I'll accept this marriage. Secondly, if I accept this marriage, it must mean that I like that woman. Thirdly, even if that woman was bedridden, I wouldn't feel that it was humiliating. Fourth … You might not know this, but I'm actually a very good doctor. "
Teng Zijing was stunned. These four reasons confused him, especially the last one — the young master actually knew medicine? However, he still didn't think that the young master's marriage would turn from a tragedy to a comedy because of this. After all, the young lady's family wasn't simple. Even the imperial physicians couldn't cure her, so how could the young master cure her?
The carriages never stopped. Teng Zijing went out and boarded the first carriage, leaving Fan Xian alone in the carriage. It was inevitable that the journey would be lonely. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and allowed the strong wind to blow on his face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the green mountains and the stone road on the official road that whizzed past. He felt as if countless scenes were rewinding.
It was just like what he saw on the carriage 16 years ago when he first arrived in this world.
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One day at the end of the fourth month, the long grass by the road outside Jingdou had long since been removed, and the warblers had been scared away by the men and women who came and went for a walk. Only the two rows of green willow trees along the moat swayed gracefully, proudly examining the people who had come from all over the world outside the city.
A small group of three carriages came from afar and lined up on the official road, waiting to enter the city.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a clean face full of sunshine. The man looked at the walls of the capital and the peaceful people around him. He took a deep breath and said, "So this is the smell of Jingdou."
This man was, of course, Fan Xian. After dozens of days of arduous travel, they had finally arrived in Jingdou. Along the way, he looked curiously at the unfamiliar world of the Kingdom of Qing. He had finally satisfied his desire to travel, and he had become much more familiar with Teng Zijing and the other guards.
Fan Xian was a cute young man who was used to wearing a smile on his face. This kind of person always made people feel good about him.
Teng Zijing took his hand and helped him down from the carriage.
When his feet landed on the official road, Fan Xian turned his ankles slightly, deliberately letting the soles of his cloth shoes touch the ground a little longer. It seemed that he wanted to experience the uniqueness of the land in Jingdou.
There were a lot of people entering the capital, and security was tight, so the queue was a little long. Fan Xian was a little bored waiting. He pointed at the city wall in front of him and chatted with Teng Zijing. He guessed that Count Sinan's manor would not send anyone to pick him up. After all, his identity was not very honorable.
As they chatted, there was suddenly a slight commotion in the crowd behind them. The crowd consciously parted to make a wide path for them. A group of cavalrymen silently rode over. Their speed was very fast, and they headed towards the city gate without stopping at all.
On the horse at the very front of the group was a young girl wearing a light-colored dress. In the spring weather, she wore a white deerskin hat, which made her look very playful.
The young girl's eyebrows were as dark as the distant mountains, and her eyes were clear and bright. She was very beautiful. But as she sat on the horse, her expression was slightly anxious. It seemed that she was in a hurry to return to the city. Something must have happened.
Fan Xian stood by the side of the road, smiling as he watched the group of riders pass by. "There are many beauties in the capital," he exclaimed in admiration. He couldn't help but think of his possible "wife", who he did not know what she looked like.
Teng Zijing coughed lightly beside him.
Fan Xian thought that he had only praised her, and that he had not lost his composure. Why was he so nervous? He smiled and asked, "It seems that the atmosphere in the capital is not as closed as I thought. This girl is wearing a dress, but she is still riding a horse, and no one is talking about it."
Teng Zijing explained with a wry smile, "The one who just passed by is the only daughter of the commander of the capital garrison, Ye Zhong. Who would dare say that she went?"
Fan Xian grunted in acknowledgment and stood on the carriage to look toward the city gate. As expected, the group of riders arrived at the city gate. They did not line up, but simply checked their tokens and entered the city.
When it was Fan Xian's turn to enter the city, he deliberately looked at the expressions of the soldiers at the city gate. He found that they had a business-like expression, and then looked back at his own carriage. Only then did he understand what was going on.
The three carriages did not have the insignia of the Fan family. It seemed that he had not entered the capital with great fanfare.
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