newbobooks Chapter 263 A Tree with All Flowers Blooming
Chapter 263 A Tree with All Flowers Blooming
In the past, it was Li herself who was unwilling to associate with the women of the second branch of the Sheng mansion, but now that there is the second lady, Lin Qinshuang, she can completely bypass the annoying Wang Ruofu.
The guilt towards Shulan and the worry about Pinlan made Li finally decide to let her daughter marry far away in Tokyo. After all, the second wife was an official in Beijing, and she wanted to find a suitable scholar. She didn't seek wealth and honor, but only a stable life and harmony between husband and wife.
After experiencing this, Shulan and Pinlan each had their own thoughts.
Not to mention getting married, they also want to come to Tokyo to take a look.
Not to mention the prosperity, just look at the dignitaries and the noble ladies here.
Especially Shulan, who had just crawled out of the quagmire, couldn't help but wonder, since she had property and dowry, did she really have to find someone to marry?
Sun Yingjuren read all the books in his study when he was pursuing his affairs of state.
She doesn't think she's bad.
After experiencing this, she felt that if she had any grievances or demands, she should speak out.
Suffering in silence will not bring good results; a strong identity is the foundation of survival.
She wants to be a support for herself and her sister.
Not for anything else, but because of the girl's silly words, "I would rather not marry for the rest of my life than let my sister continue to be tortured to death in that tiger's den! I don't want such wealth and glory!"
She wanted to earn a lifetime of wealth and glory for Pinlan with her own hands.
She wanted to personally thank her second sister, who had used her lifelong reputation to vouch for her.
The girls from the second house were strong-willed. That was the result of their eldest sister's endurance of humiliation and treading on thin ice, and it was also the result of their good behavior day and night in Tokyo.
……
Shulan thought a lot, and Yao Yiyi stood in the yard, looking at the sky and also thought a lot.
"Why aren't you asleep yet? We have to leave early tomorrow morning."
Yao Yiyi turned around and said, "It won't be too late to have a good sleep once we get on the boat.
I’m just going back to Beijing…”
"Well, I have to go back to Beijing."
Yao Yiyi was somewhat reluctant to return to Beijing, not because she was reluctant to leave the leisurely pastoral life in her hometown of Youyang, but because Molan's wedding was approaching.
"Sister Molan, I can't bear to leave you." She lowered her head and murmured in grievance without lowering her voice.
"It's okay, we won't be apart for long."
"Everyone says I'm a natural at studying. If you're going to take the imperial examination, what do you think I'll have to do with you, Sister Molan?"
"With your mouth, you will definitely have no problem being an official."
"You just know how to make fun of me..."
Seeing Yao Yiyi looking dejected, just like the rabbit she had given her, Molan went forward to hug Changtong, touched her head and comforted her,
"All right, dear, my lord."
"You're not a prince yet. You have to go to the Hanlin Academy and work first." Yao Yiyi corrected with a pout.
The title of Prince has extraordinary meaning to her. It is not only a proof of identity, but also a promise made back then.
Although, she made the promise on her own.
But she thought that when the day came, she would proudly and confidently bring a jar of flower wine and tell Molan about how moved she was when she left Yangzhou City on a boat with a heart full of uneasiness that year.
Molan smiled. From her expression, she knew that she didn't understand Yao Yiyi's obsession with the "Prince". She just thought that she felt that the goal was far away and needed encouragement, so she encouraged her.
“Then you have to work harder.
When I return to the capital from Yuzhou, can our little prince have the merit of following the emperor and protecting him, and can he be promoted to the highest position among the ministers as soon as possible?"
Yao Yiyi's eyelids twitched.
She didn't know how far Molan could see, but after studying in Zhuang Xuejiu's private school for so many years, Yao Yiyi had long seen through the horror of Molan pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger... no, pretending to be a mouse to eat an elephant.
With the merits of following the emperor and protecting the emperor, as long as she can handle it properly during the transition between the aging emperor and the new emperor, she will definitely have the opportunity to become the highest official in the country!
Because she came from a prominent family, she was the youngest top scholar in the history of the dynasty, and all the four male members of her family served as officials in the court.
Moreover...the royal family of the Zhao clan in Yuzhou...Zhao Zongquan only had one son, and he was the legitimate son!
Now in the capital, Prince Yong is arrogant and Prince Yan is not weak either.
Concubine Rong has no children, and the Sixth Princess is overbearing and unkind...
Yao Yiyi took a deep breath and felt that her time was too short and there were too many things to do. When she felt the pressure coming, she immediately thought that it would be better to return to Beijing as soon as possible. She would not be able to accomplish anything great, let alone fulfill her promises, if she kept indulging in such petty emotions of love.
"Of course I will. I will work hard to turn decay into magic."
"I believe you can do it."
Molan smiled. Her words, spoken in an affirmative tone, always had a kind of bewitching effect that made Yao Yiyi feel as if they were established facts.
Seeing Yao Yiyi's serious expression, Molan continued,
"When I'm gone, I'll leave my mother to your care.
The reason why we in the Northern Song Dynasty valued culture over military power was simply because Taizu was timid and fearful. "
Taizu was a military man who started a dynasty and established the Song Dynasty.
What he hated most was someone following the path he had taken, which was why the Song Dynasty valued culture over military affairs.
"I know that although the border is not a big deal now, it is still of a certain size. This is not the time to be arrogant."
Yao Yiyi knew the shame of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Although this is now a strange and imaginary Northern Song Dynasty, the emperor has no sons and intends to adopt the heirs of the royal family, civil officials are in power, and military generals are declining...
This was so familiar, she was afraid!
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been avenged, when will the hatred of the ministers be eliminated?
She remembers.
Change your personal destiny and then change the destiny of your family and country, so that your life will not be wasted.
All of a sudden, Yao Yiyi calmed down completely in this slightly cool night.
I feel like I can definitely fall asleep quickly tonight, and I’ll be thinking of a solution in the car early tomorrow morning.
Yao Yiyi couldn't help but sigh,
"Sister Molan, you really always keep me calm."
"Ok?"
Molan smiled and said, "How can I be the ice in the ice cellar?"
"Hahahaha, almost. I always feel like..."
Yao Yiyi was also amused. She carefully looked at Mo Lan standing next to her with her back to the moonlight, and suddenly murmured,
"Well, from this perspective, Sister Molan, you look more like a towering tree."
Molan has always given Yao Yiyi a sense of stability and detachment.
It's like standing under the shade of a tree in midsummer, feeling the coolness and redemption.
Just like the trees in spring are covered with flowers, giving them beautiful colors and fragrance.
It seems that because it grows very tall, its vision is also very long. Because its roots are spread all over the ground, it always looks ten steps ahead when taking one step, and never makes people feel like they are walking on thin ice.
“I like your metaphor.
What kind of tree am I?"
"A tree with dense shade and all kinds of flowers."
"Our number one scholar has such a low level of literary talent that the scholars taking the imperial examination this year will cry."
"No, Changfeng must have gone crazy first. He has always been dissatisfied with me in poetry."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Smiling, the night deepened.
Yao Yiyi stood up and said goodbye to Molan at the corner of the corridor. After watching Molan return to the house, she turned and walked towards the front yard where people were still busy packing luggage and the lights were still on.