Magistrate Yamen.

After Kong Wenjie and Kong Wenmin sent pangyi out of the magistrate's Yamen, they went back. Kong Wenmin went to report this to Fang Zuotang. Kong Wenjie was not comfortable, so he went back to his room first.

It is said that the body is not comfortable, but actually the heart is not comfortable.

Kong Wenjie looked at the red and dazzling wedding invitation. His heart was going to be broken into eight petals. Obviously, the more he saw it, the worse he felt, but he saw it again and again.

She's getting married.

Not forced, not to be married, but really married.

Zhong Mingwei should like her very much. Otherwise, he would not put so much effort into giving her such a nice name. He would not invite the two brothers and the prefecture magistrate to watch the ceremony. Rao is a rough man like him, but he can understand Zhong Mingwei's painstaking efforts. So, Zhong Mingwei really likes her.

Also, so good girl, who would not like it?

Kong Wenjie closed the wedding message silently, and looked out of the window at the bare yard. Everything he knew with Meiya was rolling in his mind. Every picture was so precious and so amazing.

When he first met Meiya, he was a commanding military master. He used to call the ugly girl who had broken her face all day, from washing clothes to collecting firewood, to eating three meals a day, all depending on the skinny girl. If Meiya moved slowly, he would scold her. Then the girl would tremble with fear and look like a timid girl Xiaolu, at that time, Kong Wenjie thought that the girl was not ugly, and her timid appearance was very pleasing, so on the way, he didn't scare her less. Whenever he looked at her poor appearance, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and then he went to bully her even harder.

Over and over again, he thought it was a particularly fun game.

When did he begin to be reluctant to bully her again?

Is it to see that she is so frightened by Miss Duan's body that she can't speak? Or watching ginger bluff at her? Or in the furniture shop, she haggled with the shopkeeper for a rocking chair?

Kong Wenjie didn't know clearly. He only knew that his eyes had been on her for longer and longer. He only knew that he was such a rough old man, and he began to have a worry that his brother couldn't tell.

Now, she is about to marry. Can he finally let go of his long and bitter worry?

……

"Pinhole guard!"

Kong Wenjie was in a daze in the room. He listened to the cry coming from the courtyard. He just came back to his senses. He saw Fang Chengyin's valet coming into the courtyard. He could not help frowning, but he stood up and went to the door.

"What can I do for you?" Asked Kong Wenjie.

"Oh, that's right," said the maid, who was so busy that she went up to Kong Wenjie and said, "Miss wants to go hunting in Changbai Mountain in a few days. The master wants to invite xiaokoi's bodyguard to go to see Miss Gu together."

"When?" Kong Wenjie asked Fang Chengyin, who grew up in Ninggu pagoda since he was a child, not as busy as the expensive daughter of the capital. He always went into the mountains to hunt several times a year. Kong Wenjie also knew that. Kong Wenjie was hesitant to give such a good job to Kong Wenmin. Kong Wenmin knew the other party's thoughts. He knew that it was only Kong Wenmin's face, Don't try to find out from Fang Chengyin. There are so many business affairs. The chance to meet Fang Chengyin is really limited. However, he has to wait on Fang Chengyin in three to five hours.

"May 20." Said the maid.

"The day after tomorrow?" said Kong Wenjie

"Yes," the maid nodded. "If you agree, I'll go and talk to the young lady."

For a while, Kong Wenjie said in a deep voice, "OK, I will accompany the young lady to the mountain to hunt."

"Yes, I'll tell the young lady right now!"

At that moment, the maid ran away happily. Kong Wenjie stood at the door for a long time. Then he entered the room again. He looked at the red wedding note on the table, and his eyes darkened again.

Well, Fang Chengyin is right. He's a real egghead.

……

Jiasheng, May 18, 2013

capital.

Royal study.

Zhong Zhiheng has been holding the fire for a day. Since he received the plea from King Pingxi this morning, he has been holding the fire. He can't eat anything in the morning meal, and only drinks a bowl of pigeon soup in the afternoon meal. By this evening, he doesn't feel hungry, sitting alone in the imperial study, sulking.