Manifest Marriage I

In more than ten years, Dazhou has a new look.Women's schools are flourishing, and the aristocratic family no longer has any objections to women's admission to the academy. Time will change people's concepts, and power will force people to keep their eyes open.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was an empress first, and then there was the empress dowager, the empress dowager, and Mrs. Ning, who dedicated herself to the women's court. Behind her was the full support of the royal family and the aristocratic family.

The general trend, even prejudice has to give way.

The 15-year-old Ji Chan ceremony was really grand, the royal family gave the Zhou family enough face, and the succession ceremony of the aristocratic family was after the Ji Ji ceremony. All the light on this day shrouded in the Chan, but the Chan was not happy.

Last night, her father and mother had a long talk with her, and she knew that after the succession ceremony, she must firmly and steadily hold the power of the family, like every generation of the family head, and be a high-ranking person who amazes the world early.

"My little Chan Chan has finally grown up."

"Mother..."

Under the young, gentle and loving eyes, she couldn't hold back tears. Looking back on her past, she suddenly felt that the years flew by. She didn't understand what her father said at the time when she was three years old when she was flying a kite in the spring outing, but she wrote it down. forget.

Father loves mother, so he will stay with mother all his life.Mother's ambition is lofty, her old friend's will has not been fulfilled, Xunyang City has restrained her for a long time, she wants to go outside to see the world.Mother is going, and father is going too.

There cannot be two suns in the sky, and there cannot be two masters in a family.

Dad left because she could grow up completely.

Xianchan has been educated for 15 years, and her insight of mind and nature is far beyond that of her peers.It was because of knowing that she felt unspeakable sadness from the bottom of her heart.

She was not born to her parents. Her parents treated her as their own for many years, cultivated her, loved her, and gave her the best affection in the world.

She is grateful.

It is also greedy.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she held back her composure until her father handed over the jade order symbolizing the honor of the family to her, and her throat choked up: "Daddy..."

"Good boy..." Zhou Jing looked at her with a smile, and said in a gentle tone, "Father and mother have been trapped in this city for a long time, how about carrying the sky on top of your head from now on, and carrying Chan to carry it for your father?"

A family cannot be without a master, and the head of the family cannot be without an heir, this is the reason why Xian Chan was hit by the pie in the sky.

When Xianchan was 13 years old, she was punished to copy the "Book of Filial Piety". When passing the flower garden with the copied "Book of Filial Piety", she heard two new servants chattering. Learned not to show his anger and anger to outsiders, and he has the majesty of being a young master.

She could watch the two people fighting with cold eyes, and suddenly felt that it would be ridiculous to care about it any longer.There was such an episode in the middle, and when she went to see her father again, even if she had concealed something, she still didn't escape his penetrating eyes.

After that, Xianchan never saw those two broken-mouthed servants again, and no one dared to discuss the matter of the master in private.

Her biological father and mother exchanged their lives for her honor and happiness for the rest of her life. Her adoptive father and mother will leave everything behind when she is 15 years old. Can't cry!

With tears in her eyes and never falling, she solemnly saluted her parents, taking over the supreme glory and hot power.

"The child will live up to the love of his parents, the foundation created by the ancestors of the Zhou family, the great Zhou, and the common people!"

The four live-ups are the promise she made, and it is also the ambition she secretly set after she became sensible.

"Xingtang, you have grown up."

This was the first time that her father called her by her name in the genealogy, Day Xingtang, she was a little less feminine, far less soft and gentle than Xianchan, but she had the lonely beauty of begonias quietly blooming under the stars all over the sky.

The handover of the power of the family means the end of an era and the beginning of a new era.

During the years when Zhou Jing was in charge of the family, she went through four emperors, as Prime Minister, Assistant Minister, Regent, and Empress Dowager. She adapted well to every change of status and did well.

The aristocratic family eliminated the dross in her hands and ushered in a new life. Now she is handing over the family business and responsibilities of her ancestors to her daughter. She doesn't expect her to have much ability, but only asks her not to humiliate the ancestors of the Zhou family.She believes in Chan Chan, and even more in Ji and Zhou Zhou for many years

The ones who come here are cultivated with care.

Zhou Xingtang took over the position of Patriarch at the age of 15. As a woman, she stood in the center of everyone's sight with her head held high, holding a jade order, and bowed to the aristocratic family.

The times are different, women can be upright and upright and don't need to inherit the family business through the identity of men, Zhou Jing feels relieved, Lian Zhou holds her hand, and the two smile knowingly.

This is what Shen Duan wanted to see. It was achieved by Shi Qi's painstaking efforts and Lian Zhou's diligent pursuit. The efforts of many people have led to the present glorious era.

The growth of a generation means the aging of the previous generation.Seventeen was the first to leave.

On the 120th day of the collapse of the mountain, Mrs. Ning left the capital of Xunyang with her sweetheart on a bright and quiet morning.

The fifteen-year-old Zhou Xingtang stood silently on the city tower, watching his parents carrying the book baskets away, tears streaming down his face.

The left and right are all the confidantes chosen by the Patriarch for the Young Master. Seeing the girl bursting into tears, her heart is filled with soreness.

"Young Master, the Patriarch and Madam have gone far away."

Zhou Xingtang bit her lip and remained silent, hoping that her parents would look back at her.

but no……

This parting is a farewell, a parting, and a blessing that we will never see each other again in this life.The young eagle has to spread its wings and fly high only if it leaves its relatives who support it.

Their paths are different.

But it's all for this prosperous and peaceful world.

The young and immature Patriarch closed his eyes, opened them in a moment, and turned around: "Let's go."

She wants too much.

Parents have loved her for 15 years in vain, and it is time for her to repay this kindness.She will be the head of the family well, and lead the family to a brand new tomorrow, for the sake of Da Zhou, for the common people, and for her parents to be proud of her one day.

Xingtang, you can do it.

She gritted her teeth to keep herself from crying, with a firm expression, and strode away.

On the horseback, Lianzhou looked back, the tower was silent, far away, she could only see her daughter's tiny back.Feelings of pity overflowed in my heart, reluctance, and intolerance.

This is the daughter they have raised like pearls and treasures for 15 years.It is a love engraved in the blood.

In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, she took her newborn baby girl back to her home, and 15 years later in the spring, she was about to be left behind again. Her beautiful eyebrows were tightly frowned, and her clear and moist eyes were locked with sorrow.Zhou Jing gently embraced her: "Xianchan has her own way. Zhou Zhou, just pretend that I want to spend my life with you privately."

"Why do you say that?" Lianzhou has been teaching and educating people for many years, and she understands those principles better than anyone else. She knew that Ah Jing, who left her daughter, would definitely not feel well at the moment, so she said softly: "We will give her everything we can. I can't have both, and besides, I don't want to see my gray hair one day."

As a mother, who doesn't want her youth to stay forever in her daughter's heart?Why bother to use time to destroy the last bit of tenderness and beauty?

The horseshoe clattered, and Zhou Jing kissed her on the top of her hair: "Zhouzhou, be happy, you belong to me for the rest of your life."

"Um……"

Spring goes and autumn comes, what a couple of gods and gods.They have been to many places, set up academies and private schools, and brought a warm dawn to the poor students. Someday, people will gradually address Lianzhou from Madam Ning and Senior Ning to Respect Teacher.

The respected teacher has peaches and plums all over the world. Although his temples are slightly white, he likes to get along with young people, teach them and solve their doubts.Some confused girls even came to her and said that they didn't know how to solve their emotional problems.

The autumn is breezy, there are magpies chirping outside the private school, and the girl is choking helplessly beside her ears. Lianzhou puts down the scroll and comforts her softly, finds the first thread for her in the mess, and never underestimates others.

The girl in front of her was only 17 years old, she ran out of the house in a fit of anger, went to a pub to get drunk, passed out on the side of the street, and was forcibly occupied by a passing hooligan.

She thought about killing and jumping into the river, but she was rescued. When she returned home, her mother's tireless cries and her father's sneering curses greeted her. She didn't know what hope there was for her to live.

She was crying face to face, she vented her pain in front of the gentle woman, crying until her voice was hoarse, Lianzhou poured a glass of water for her, and fed it to her lips: "Good boy, let's drink a glass of water. "

The girl broke down and cried loudly: "Master, I don't know how to live anymore..."

"Follow me. I'll teach you how to read and write. After a few years, you'll understand."

"I, can I?"

"Why not?"

A female Confucian with a low status in the literary world accepted a young girl who had lost her virginity as a disciple.Lianzhou turned a deaf ear to this.

Half a year after this incident, she accepted the oiran from the brothel as an apprentice, and there was a lot of scolding, saying that she was insulting to the gentlemen and disrespecting the sages.

Zhan Qiucheng talked about Taoism. The woman who is nearly fifty years old is graceful and elegant, with wide sleeves and Confucianism clothes. She embraces a beautiful white fox and is not afraid of everyone's refutation.

She was full of female disciples, including an innocent girl who lost her virginity, a beautiful oiran who stepped into the mud and was rescued, a handyman who came from a poor family and gave birth to a child, and a fat woman who was over [-] years old .

There are too many people.too many misfortunes...

But at this moment, they all looked at Master with admiration and admiration.

Lian Zhou spoke softly, as soon as she opened her mouth, the whole room fell silent, and everyone held their breaths to listen to her: "There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, but anyone who has the desire to learn comes to me, and I will not refuse." The truth outside the door. There are not many lucky people, people have no compassion, and cannibalism is the humiliation of the sages. The way of the sages is to put people first, and take the hearts of the people as the heart..."

The white fox's eyes flickered, its tail curled up, loosened, and rolled up again and again.Lianzhou stroked her head lightly, with deep affection in his eyes.This makes her seem like a goddess born, benevolent and gentle.

Xunyang City...

Day Xingtang relished reading his mother's opinion booklet in Wen Dao Zhai. She was young and smart, so she put down the booklet and taught the best painter to draw a portrait of her. The mountains and rivers were handed over to the mother's hands layer by layer.

At the same time, there was also a letter written by her.

The letter said a lot, and the feeling of longing was deep. At the end of the letter, she said: "Daddy, mother, Hanajuan has given birth to a kitten again. It is three months old. I like it very much. If mother wants it, I will send it to you." Send it for your mother?"

Hanamaki is the child of the little milk cat that Xianchan held in her hand to show Zhou Jing when she was three years old. The little milk cat was carefully raised at Zhou's house for 18 years, and finally died of old age.Hanamaki is now a big orange cat who has a very bad temper after giving birth.

Lian Zhou leaned against Zhou Jing's arms to read the letter, and said with a smile: "A Jing, do we want to raise a little orange cat?"

She likes small furry animals. Seeing that her temples are slightly white, she still looks innocent, and her tone is doting: "Okay..."

Zhou Xingtang received the letter and picked up the nursing kitten overnight, solemnly handed it over to his subordinates, and earnestly instructed: "Take good care of this cat, if you are happy with your mother, I will reward you very much when you come back!"

The servants did not dare to delay the order of the Patriarch.

After a few days' journey, I don't know how those people are doing well, the little milk cat is in the hands of Lianzhou, the hair is clean, the spirit is full, and it is very lovable.Seeing her happy expression, Zhou Jing felt sour in his heart, but he was happy to see her happy.

"Go home, madam, the young master said this is her favorite kitten, I hope it can please you two."

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows: "What young master are you calling? I am not your patriarch anymore."

In a word, people were startled into a cold sweat when they said it, especially seeing that the Patriarch was in full bloom and full of beauty, he didn't dare to ignore it.

Accidentally scaring people, Zhou Jing lamented that these people were getting less and less courageous, and said bluntly: "The current Zhou family is Xingtang's master."

"Yes... small, remember."

Lian Zhou hugged the kitten and lightly scolded her: "Okay, don't spoil my interest."

Zhou Jing smiled: "Okay, I won't talk about it."

Still pampering his wife as always, as expected, no different from the rumors.He was thinking wildly, and the woman said: "Go back and tell Xingtang that Ah Jing and I both like the gift she sent. Ask her to pay attention to her body, don't worry too much about it. Don't worry about me and Ah Jing, we are fine."

"Yes, little one, remember."

They were too restrained and cautious, Lianzhou swallowed the last sentence: "Go back..."

There is an extra kitten in the house to feed, and Zhou Jing not only washes his hands and makes soup for his beloved wife all day long, but also takes care of one of her cats.

A kitten that can be killed with one finger, she is very jealous. At first, Lian Zhou was afraid that she would raise the cat to death, but after some hard work, she agreed to ask her to take care of the cat.

That night……

Zhou Jing's movements gently please her, this body seems to be not enough, I like it very much.

Even though she is gentle in every way, Lian Zhou has lost the stamina she had when she was young, and she tosses the ground like a lotus, stirring up the spring scenery, and the flowers and leaves are all messed up.

She was ashamed of being so sensitive at her age, she was sucked heavily, and her body was all confessed to her mouth, she lost her mind, and it took a long time before she regained a little clarity.

It was getting dark.Zhou Jing's thin lips are gorgeous, moist and flowing, she caresses the slim figure of her beautiful wife: "Zhou Zhou is so sweet..."

Looking at her, Lianzhou's heart was so soft that it was unbearable, and he held on to his strength, and ran his fingertips across her beautiful face: "Do you still want to?" Her voice was hoarse, and the eyes of the day were slightly dark: "I want to, but you……"

"It's okay..." She wanted to satisfy her A Jing more while she still had the energy left.Whatever she wants, she gives her.

The charming color splashed in the eyes startled the mind, eyes and soul of the day scene, turned upside down overnight, like a dream.

Thrush in the morning.The shyness in Lianzhou's bones emerged again: "Ah Jing, am I getting old?"

Zhou Jing kept moving his hands and changed his breathing. He said with a smile, "Who can live without aging? I wish I could grow old with Zhou Zhou, but look at me, I can't even do that."

She seemed to have regrets, and pursed her thin lips lightly: "Zhouzhou is old, and she is also my Zhouzhou. I like all your performances."

These words scalded Lianzhou's ears, and her brows were full of spring: "Glib and smooth..."

"Isn't it?" Zhou Jing was proud of it.

It was this righteous tone that made Lianzhou close his eyes in shame, not daring to look at her.

The time has passed, and many years have passed.

Walking on a remote path, the woman has white hair, her no longer tender hands are carefully held tightly, her white robe is like snow in the daytime, and her blue hair is like a waterfall, she is the first color in Kyushu.

Coming and going, this pair of distinct "grandfather and grandson" has become a distinct landscape in the eyes of everyone.

Under the leadership of Li Xiuyu, the Great Zhou Dynasty has changed, and there is a hint of prosperity from the Wan Dynasty.The atmosphere is open and the atmosphere is rich in humanity.Men and women, talking and laughing happily.

It was midsummer, and Zhou Jing ordered a bowl of herbal tea at a roadside tea stand. The waiter in the shop didn't know the truth, so he said casually, "Guest officer, take the elders out to play."

Lianzhou is gentle by nature and doesn't feel offended, but Zhou Jing's face is cold, and he secretly loses his temper.The waiter didn't know where he provoked her, so he backed away in horror.

After the herbal tea was drunk, Day Jing was so angry that he took people away.

"Why are you angry with him? What he said is also the fact that the eyes can see."

"Facts?" I don't know which untouchable string in her mind was touched, Zhou Jing pressed her down and asked for a kiss on the wall covered with ivy, the kiss made Lianzhou breathless, and then he let her go.

Passers-by were dumbfounded.

Zhou Jing said angrily: "What are you looking at! Go home and see your wife!"

She hadn't been angry for many years, this time when she lost her temper, Lianzhou felt sorry for her difficulty, Rou Rou took her hand and intertwined her fingers: "Don't be angry..." It is inevitable for beauties to get old.

"What a mess of facts! You are obviously my wife! Why do you just let others talk nonsense?" Zhou Jing's eyes flashed to see the small wound under her lips bitten by her own impulse, and the anger in her stomach dissipated immediately, and she wrinkled in distress Eyebrow: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..." She said, "Ah Jing, I want to go back to the study early."

"Okay, I'll take you home."

They have settled down in the past two years, because Lianzhou is too old to go too far.

Chunming's study is their current home, and within a few steps is a private school. Zhou Zhou teaches in the private school every day. There are many people who come here, and some even come from thousands of miles away to listen to her talk.

Back in the study, Lian Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, his snow-white hair was blindingly white, and Zhou Jing glanced at his black and shiny hair with distaste, feeling a burst of sadness in his heart.

She knew that Zhou Zhou's time was numbered.

But she couldn't even grow old with her.

Zhou Zhou likes to see her young and beautiful face, and several times of enlightenment failed to completely untie her knot.Simply give up.

Living in a remote mountain village, just came back, the girl who lived in the private school ran over as fast as possible: "Master! Senior Jing!"

She looked at the little deer in Zhou Jing's heart, and Lian Zhou turned a blind eye: "A Zi, how is the private school?"

"Everything is fine, we are waiting for Master to come back."

Zhou Jing was impatient with their chatting back and forth: "Your master is tired, I will help her to rest inside, and you can rest easy."

She didn't have a good impression of this girl, and it can be said that she didn't have a good impression of all the girls who admired her except Zhou Zhou.She had a bad temper and helped the man to the inner room.

The girl in the pink dress was saddened, and finally thought of the kindness of the master for teaching her, and slapped her on the left side of the face: "Shameless!"

"Azi's heart is not bad." Lianzhou said to her as she walked into the inner room.

Having lived with her for many years, Zhou Jing knew her kindness, and smiled with his clear eyes: "Is it because she snatched me away that you feel regretful?"

This is indeed a bit heavy.

Lian Zhou fell silent, the smile on her lips froze slightly, she has been a good teacher these years, she was extremely kind, at this moment her breath was slightly chaotic, her soft and beautiful eyes set off huge waves, her words were clear and weighty, and she asked: "Can she take it away?"

She became angry, but the anger in Zhou Jing's heart was extinguished, and he smiled: "Of course I can't take it away. I belong to you."

Taking a deep look at her, Lianzhou sighed softly: "Ah Jing, you are so beautiful, how many people in the world have escaped the snare of sex, I have taught her for many years, if you can't even understand her personality, you will be in vain as a teacher."

"Yes, yes, what you said makes sense."

"Ah Jing, I want to take a bath."

"Okay, I'll boil water for you. You wait for me for a while. I'll be right back."

Seeing her leaving back, Lian Zhou smiled softly.

Pour the hot water into the wooden bucket, mix it with cold water, and Zhou Jing undressed her and carried her into the bathtub: "I'll wash it for you. If you're tired, you can sleep for a while."

Wife and wife for many years, Lianzhou was still feeling ashamed, but she didn't say anything, nodded, closed her eyes, within a quarter of an hour, she fell asleep in her arms.

A tear fell into the warm water, and Zhou Jing kissed her fingertips reverently.

After a long while, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and carefully scrubbed every corner of her body.

She is even more familiar with her body than Zhou Zhouji.Familiar with every inch of her inside and out, even when she is old, her soul is deeply attracted to her.

Compared with Zhou Zhou's watery tenderness, her love is like an inconspicuous old wine, drinking it without getting drunk at the beginning, but after knowing it, the aftertaste is long, so drunk that she doesn't know when it will be.

The sound of reading aloud came from the private school.

Magpies chirped on the branches, and cicadas sang.The sun is so hot that the hair on a person's body is hot through the window.

In the afternoon, the white-haired woman was concentrating on teaching on the high platform, while the students below were listening attentively with their backs straight.

Sitting on the tree, Zhou Jing was restless, with his long legs dangling, looking at the woman standing on the high platform through the window, his eyes felt sour.

At sunset and dusk, the students receded, the sky gradually darkened, her Zhou Zhou closed her eyes peacefully in her arms, this life, even though it was hard to leave, had finally come to an end.

It was a bit colder in the summer wind.

"Chang Ye, she has already gone."

Feng Qing suddenly appeared in the wind, followed by the wolf demon Asi who was covering his eyes and couldn't bear to watch.

Every inch of blue hair is a thread of love, and the thread of love turns into dazzling white in an instant. Zhou Jing stubbornly hugged the woman in his arms, and murmured: "I know, I know..."

She doesn't need anyone to point this out to her.The snowy hair fluttered in the long wind, the imprint of fireworks between the eyebrows suddenly lit up, and Zhou Jing hugged her beloved girl and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The author has something to say: This is the first time I write my heroine's annual scene, and I feel so sour with just a few strokes.I know they are happy and lucky, but I still can't help shedding tears for the beauties, feeling sorry for Zhou Zhou's tenderness and perseverance, and empathizing with the helplessness and desolation of Ah Jing's white hair.