Brother Donggong

I returned to the courtyard with two catties of pork.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Cui Bicheng brushing glass bottles. I asked him why he didn’t continue to make peanuts. He said that Li Fang had come here and gave him a land deed and a few bank notes. Interested, now he wants to get some clean bottles to make sesame oil, he will eat chicken noodle soup every day, add chives, and add Mingfu small mill sesame oil.

Seeing that I was holding pork in my hand, he looked at me suspiciously, "Where did you go?"

I said normally, "My mother told me to enter the palace."

"Then……"

"She cried and asked me to marry a wife. She said that if I didn't agree, she would smash the antique vases I left in the palace one by one, grind them into sand, and use them for cats."

Cui Bicheng was stunned for a long time, "Just tell me a joke."

I shook my head, "No, when have you ever seen me tell a joke? Excuse me, please go to the house of Yin Butang, Shangshu of the Ministry of War."

"What about the prince?"

I thought for a while and said, "If your marriage proposal is completed, I'll write him an invitation...I'll write it myself."

Just like the beheaded person at Caishikou, he had to draw a circle on the certificate before he died.

Make it as round as possible.

Cui Bicheng put on new clothes, held a red umbrella, carried some red pork, and even hired a sedan chair with money from his ribs, and wandered off to Yin's house to propose marriage.

I sat in the courtyard in a daze.

Originally, I thought that while I was waiting for Cui Bicheng, I would become anxious like a bereaved dog, but the strange thing is, my heart was as calm as the water in a big vat, and then I grinded the ink myself and started writing invitations to the prince .

I took the pen and racked my brains to think of words, but when I wrote it, there was nothing but two balls of hair-like ink dripping on the rice paper.It seems that it is not easy for a dying person to draw a circle even if he wants to draw a circle for himself.

Then I went to the kitchen to get the ladle, scooped water into the bucket and squatted on the ground to drink.

With a creak, the door opened.

I thought it was Old Cui, but when I turned around, it was Wen Zhan.

He looked at me, but smiled, followed by Lu Zhi, who was holding a big food box in his hand.

"Why squat on the ground to drink cold water, is there no hot water on the stove?"

Wen Zhan came over and stretched out his hand towards my eyes, holding his emerald green birthday jade pendant in his hand.It seems to be held too carefully, the black silk ribbon of the jade pendant has been re-woven, and some red silk threads are mixed inside, which looks very festive.

"Do you like it?" He said with a chuckle, "The original black one was too serious, this one looks lighter, and it's also a good thing to wear when you get married."

My eye circles started to astringe, and my throat was hot. I thought I would burst into tears when I saw him, but when I rubbed my eyes, it turned out to be dry, so dry that I couldn't even close my eyelids.

Wen Zhan turned around and asked Lu Zhi to take out the food box under the grape arbor and put it on the stone table. Besides some good dishes, there was also a cup of rose sour plum soup with crushed ice.

Wen Zhan said again, "Where's Cui Bicheng? Why isn't he at home today? I saw him making noise in the sky, but he suddenly disappeared today, and he seemed a little deserted."

My own beheaded shape is still there, but my circle can't be drawn.

For many years, the pain I have been thinking about is in the final analysis, it is all my fault.I suddenly understood Wen Zhan's hatred for me.It was a kind of hatred that was buried deep in his heart and only slowly revealed when he was in extreme pain.Because I don't know him and I don't trust him.

The prince is not the emperor, never has been.

He didn't have the emperor's punishment for not teaching, nor did he have the emperor's secretiveness.

I've always known his intentions.

But I have no ability to make him happy.

"Yesterday, I heard that Concubine Cui called you into the palace...you are fine." He asked me to drink sour plum soup.

"No, what else can I do." I shook my head.

"Did you tell her about us?"

I looked at him, he was very serious, but slightly wrinkled between his brows, looking a little distressed.

"Your mother, it seems that she never liked me. Of course, I don't know how to get along with her, so these years, I haven't gotten along well. I'm afraid that he will be angry when he hears about our marriage. Get over it. But even if she gets over it, I can find the best doctor to treat her, but I still can't give up on you."

I looked at the bowl in my hand, the sour plum soup was boiled bright red, exuding a sweet and greasy taste, like blood.

"No, it's too late for her to be happy, so she won't recite it."

"...? Impossible."

"Really. Wen Zhan, let's break it off."

Finally, I drew the circle where I severed my head.

Wen Zhan didn't seem to hear it.

The teapot in Lvzhi's hand was tilted on one side, and the scalding water poured out, pouring it on the peony leaves next to it.

Wen Zhan smiled while drinking sour plum soup.But with a smile, it seemed that the taste of sour plum soup was a bit strong, so he stopped smiling.

He asked me, "What did you say?"

"We, stop here." I stood up, "Wen Zhan, I have thought about it, I don't want to be with you. I want to marry a woman, and then have a bunch of children. After many years, I want to be surrounded by children and grandchildren." In between, swallow your last breath. You can't give me these."

He looked at me like he was watching an inexplicable nightmare.

I think I'm just an asshole.

Since I don't have the ability to give him happiness, at least I can cut off misfortune for him.

Sorry, maybe I will never have the chance to say this to you.

But I still want to say sorry from the bottom of my heart.

Sorry for letting you meet me...