Qu Qing Ju didn't really sleep when she entered the room. She took a book and sat by the window. Seeing He Heng come in, she didn't pay attention to him, flipping through the book in her hand.
He Heng walked step by step until he was behind her. He looked at the book in her hand: "This book is interesting, why don't we switch to another one?"
"What graceful? There's a common saying that beauties are graceful. Is that what your highness meant?" Qu Qing Ju glanced at him. She put the book in her hand to one side, "Wang ye must like this kind of book." These two books were about how men won the hearts of many beauties.
"This is a great injustice. With a beautiful wife in my arms, I don't need to read these," He Heng smiled as he half-crouched in front of her. His slightly raised peach blossom eyes carried a different seriousness, "What I think, Qing Ju, don't you know?"
Qu Qing Ju looked at the man half-crouching in front of her. Her expression gradually calmed. She slightly moved her gaze away: "Wang ye knows, it's hard to predict a person's heart. No one in this world can completely know what another person is thinking."
He Heng smiled. He reached out to pull over the round stool beside him to sit. Then he wrapped Qu Qing Ju's hand in his palm, "I don't need someone to completely understand me. But I know that you understand my thoughts, understand what I want, and understand what kind of person I am. That's enough."
For the first time, Qu Qing Ju felt that the man in front of her was a little pleasing to the eye. She met his gaze for a beat before replying: "Wang ye, I'm just a common person. What other people say isn't important, what's important is what they do."
"I understand," He Heng stood and kissed her forehead, "The people of the Imperial House are born to think more than others. But other than that, they aren't any different from normal people."
Qu Qing Ju looked deeply at him. She suddenly smiled. She didn't say she believed or didn't believe. She stood to the head of the bed and took out a pouch to give to He Heng. She pointed at his waist: "The pouch I sewed a few days ago is old. Change it."
He Heng smiled as he took the pouch. After carefully changing it, he gripped the old pouch in his hand. He stood, declaring: "In a bit, I have to go to si di's fu. I'll try to come back earlier tonight."
Qu Qing Ju nodded. Seeing him hurry out the door of the inner room, the expression on her face gradually disappeared without a trace. She stood and walked to the window. She watched as He Heng walked into the yard. As he walked, he put the old pouch into his bosom. She frowned, her eyes slightly complicated.
"Wang fei, wang ye is so good to you. Just now, when he left, he specially ordered nubi to serve you well," Yin Liu walked in from the outer room. Seeing Qu Qing Ju standing in front of the window, she asked, "Just now, the steward of the kitchen handed over a menu, do you want to order?"
Qu Qing Ju turned to glance at her. She walked to the bed and sat down. Taking the menu from Yin Liu's hands, she randomly picked a few dishes that were pleasing to the eye, "Just these. Let them choose the other fruits and pastries."
"Yes," Yin Liu put away the menu. Seeing that wang fei's expression was slightly strange, she asked, "Wang fei, what is it?"
Qu Qing Ju waved her hand. "It's nothing, just a little surprising discovery."
Yin Liu didn't understand, but it wasn't good for her to keep asking. She could only obediently retreat.
Qu Qing Ju sighed. In reality, the truth of the matter was that He Heng's acting had reached perfection and he had returned to his natural state.
In Cheng Wang Fu, He Heng and He Ming sat opposite each other. He Ming raised a wine cup, declaring: "Er ge, didi toasts you."
He Heng raised his cup and drained it in one gulp. After putting down the wine cup, he asked: "I heard that you sent away the two tong fang of the fu?"
Hearing this, He Ming smiled: "So even er ge knows." Two days ago, he had sent away the tong fang of the fu. Outside, it was said that his wang fei hadn't even married yet and he was already afraid of his wife. He hadn't thought that the matter had already reached er ge's ears, "I had just wanted to live a peaceful life. Now that I have wang fei, I will treat her sincerely. Other than making wang fei feel uncomfortable, what use is there in keeping those tong fang?"
"Si di is very considerate," He thought of the wedding night when Qu Qing Ju married him. At that time, he felt that the Qu Family was too troublesome, and that Qu Qing Ju was too timid. His heart wasn't so warm. The two barely managed to spend the first three days of the wedding together. After she returned to her home, they didn't stay together. Even though he had specially ordered not to mistreat her, but he didn't have much affection for her.
In his first impression, Qu Qing Ju either kept her head down or kept a wooden face and didn't make a sound. She didn't speak an extra word, didn't wear an extra accessory. At that time, he had pitied her for being tortured by Chang De Gong Fu and felt that the days of husband and wife were boring.
He didn't know when Qu Qing Ju became alive in his eyes. He gradually didn't like going to the ce fang. Hearing He Ming's words, he couldn't help but nod: "If the two of them live well, those ce fei and shiqie are just the icing on the cake. There isn't much difference if they don't exist or not."
"Yu di thinks that er ge will understand," He Ming smiled, "It was because I saw how much you loved er sao that didi decided to take this step."
He Heng paused slightly. He swirled the wine cup and smiled, replying: "My own wang fei, naturally I have to love more." Finishing, he raised the wine cup, "Come, drink a cup."
The slightly cold wine slid into his stomach and turned into a burning heat.
The night was as cold as water. He Heng tiptoed into zhengyuan. He waved his hand to dismiss the greetings of the yahuan who was keeping watch at night. He walked straight into the inner room and saw Qu Qing Ju curled up in the blankets, sleeping soundly. He thought for a second and then left the inner room. After washing his hands and face and soaking his feet, he tiptoed back in, undressed and laid on the bed.
Qu Qing Ju drowsily felt someone lay down next to her. She twisted her body but didn't open her eyes: "Wang ye just came back?"
He Heng saw her drowsy state and didn't say more. He reached out to pat her back: "Sleep." As expected, after a short while, the person beside him fell asleep again.
Qian Chang Xin and the others retreated after serving wang ye. He walked shoulder to shoulder with Ming He out of zhengyuan before saying in a small voice: "It's so late and wang ye is still thinking about wang fei. It can be seen how much importance you place on wang fei."
Ming He knew the meaning behind his words and said in a light voice: "In this fu, the other ce shi can't even enter wang ye's eyes. Us brothers only have to serve wang ye and wang fei."
"Who knows what will happen in the future. Let's take one step at a time. We are here to serve wang ye," Qian Chang Xin put his hands behind his back, "Whoever wang ye wants us to respect, we will respect. The rest isn't something we can manage."
Ming He smiled: "Gege is right."
"What good day is it today that it's so busy?" Qu Qing Ju found that the streets were very busy. There were even many people standing in the tea houses and restaurants on the two sides of the street. She had just returned from visiting Jin An Princess and hadn't expected to encounter such a situation. She motioned for the sedan bearers to stop.
"Wang fei, today, the three scholars of the top rank are parading their horses through the streets," Huang Yang answered from outside the sedan, "Right now, they are walking this way so it's more lively."
Qu Qing Ju instantly understood. This was the zhuangyuan, bangyan and tanhua parading their horses through the streets. The customs of Da Long were relatively open so at this time, there were many women throwing handkerchiefs, sachets and flowers at the three. Qu Qing Ju might not be able to see the people, but she could see the things dancing in the air.
This road led to the Imperial Palace. After these three paraded through the streets, they were probably going to attend the Qiong Lin Banquet in the palace. He Heng would most likely appear at the Qiong Lin Banquet.
After waiting for the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the crowd gradually dispersed. Qu Qing Ju's sedan continued to move forward. She sat in the sedan listening to the passersby talk about how handsome the tanhua scholars were, and how refined the zhuangyuan was. She couldn't help but smile. It was fortunate that this era wasn't so perverted that women wouldn't leave their doors. Otherwise, their days would be hard.
The customs of the Da Long Dynasty were very similar to the Tang and Song Dynasties in history. Even some of the cultural habits were similar. However, the institutions that the court had set up were a hodgepodge of the dynasties. Even though it was slightly complicated, it wasn't to the point where she was blinded. It was because of this that Qu Qing Ju had the interest to continue living her life.
The people on both sides of the street found an eight-person sedan decorated with blue luan patterns, beaded with jewels and inlaid with red and yellow. They all moved aside. Other than the Imperial Family, who dared to sit on such a sedan?
"Zhuzi, there are nobles passing in front. We have to move aside." Qu Yue Su sat in the sedan. Hearing the words, she asked, "Which fu is it?" As she spoke, she lifted the curtain on the sedan window to look outside. She saw an eight-person sedan coming in this direction. She furrowed her brow, "Quickly move aside."
Feeling the sedan she was sitting on shake and move back a distance, Qu Yue Su's heart felt bitter. Unless she could sit on the position of Empress Dowager in this lifetime, she wouldn't be able to wear red in this lifetime.
After the entourage of people sitting on the eight-person sedan left, Qu Yue Su's sedan continued to be lifted. The taijian guarding outside the sedan said: "Zhuzi, this one thinks that the person sitting in the sedan might be Duan Wang Fei."
Duan Wang Fei? Qu Yue Su stilled. Wasn't that Qu Qing Ju?
Thinking about the other's glory and her present state, she smiled coldly, "Alright, I know."
The taijian who had spoken heard the tone wasn't right and twisted his mouth, lowering his head.
At the Qiong Lin Banquet, the scholars who had passed the provincial examinations all had smiles on their faces. After all, hadn't they studied so hard for this day?
Qing De Emperor sat for a while before leaving. The rest was handled by the Ministry of Rites. Some of the scholars wrote poems or got to know each other. It made the Qiong Lin Banquet very lively.
But there were many who were very steady. They didn't speak carelessly, didn't show off their literary talent, and didn't drink carelessly to avoid losing their composure when drunk.
He Heng sat at the first seat on the left, looking at the hundreds of people below. There were so many students, but only a few were used.
This was the cruelty of officialdom.
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