marry a weak waist

The past two days have passed vaguely, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be two days later.The affairs in the yamen had to be settled before the festival, and after the festival, I could only wait for the imperial court's order with peace of mind, so I became more and more busy.

Liu Chaoru heard Dong Mo say that the old lady and Mei Qing were going to live in Qingyu Garden temporarily, so he made an agreement with Dong Mo that he go home to change clothes first, and then rush to Qingyu Garden to visit his family, and the two returned to the Yamen together.

When noon came, Liu Chaoru stopped by the street to buy some gifts, which were a pack of moon cakes and some preserved fruit snacks.

The boy who entered the garden came to report, and Meng Tiao sent Mei Qing to pick him up.Mei Qing saw the few bags of things in his hand, and felt shabby, walking beside her, she complained in a low voice, "Either you don't bring anything, or you bring some good things. Look, the garden is short of your few things." Pack some snacks?"

Liu Chaoru raised it in front of his eyes, and smiled nonchalantly, "This is just a courtesy, even if I bring money, Zhang Ping is not short, and I don't necessarily like it."

Mei Qing glanced at him, "It's not good for me to quarrel with you in someone else's house."

Leading to the cave door of Dong Mo's house, Mei Qing stood still, "My sister is talking to my mother and me over where we live, and Mr. Dong is alone in the room. You go in by yourself."

Liu Chaoru untied the small packet of preserved fruit and handed it to her, "This is preserved apricot for my mother-in-law, you take it."

Mei Qing stared at him coldly with hatred eyes, and stood there for a while waiting to be answered.Liu Chaoru had long been used to seeing this look, and didn't care too much, and passed the things forward again, "Mother-in-law always likes to eat preserved apricots from this shop, when I went to buy them today, there were not many left, Xiner the shopkeeper knew I'm going to buy it, so leave this package for me first."

Mei Qing finally took it, and he instructed, "If you are free tomorrow, go home and have a look. I am a little worried about leaving Tongshan alone to look after the house. Be careful. He accidentally burned my book when he lit the lamp."

Mei Qingai responded indifferently, and went to cum in the room over there.Holding Xingpu in her hand, she seems to be able to bite, from her fingertips to the heart.How much of her heart is left?She didn't know it herself, anyway, her perception was already numb.

The next day Mei Qing borrowed a carriage from the garden, and wanted to go home and have a look.The old lady and Meng Yuan strolled around to see her out, but unexpectedly saw Kuang Qiusheng come back in the garden.From afar, I saw that he was wearing a white gold brocade round neck gown with filial piety on his forehead, but he was still tied with a plain white ribbon.

The old lady's eyes lit up, she moved her chin towards the road, and asked Meng Yao, "Who is that person?"

Meng Yu looked over and said with a smile: "Zhang Ping's second brother-in-law, the second son-in-law of the Dong family, serves as a judge in the Beijing Imperial Hospital. He is also a descendant of a family in Beijing. Zhang Ping said that he is a family friend with their Dong family."

While talking, I saw Qiu Sheng walking from the path to this rockery.Because Qiu Sheng had two old classmates in Jinan, he went out with two friends to enjoy the scenery of Jinan all day long, and was not in the garden from time to time.If you are at home, you must ask Dong Mo.

Now I bumped into him in front of the rockery, and bowed to Mengyu and asked about Dong Molai, "Miss Meng, I wonder if my uncle is done with his business and is he at home? I have something to ask him for advice."

Meng Yu smiled and returned the gift, "Unfortunately, he came home last night and left early in the morning. He said that he would finish the matter before the festival, and after the festival, he just waited for the imperial court's order. I'm back home after I'm done. If Second Young Master has something important to do, I can send the boy to the yamen to deliver the message."

"It's not an important matter. Let's wait for him to ask for advice when he is at home. Is the girl going in?"

"I'll take my sister home."

Qiu Sheng stepped aside to give way.This place is on the bank of the pond next to the rockery. The rockery is formed by stacking several huge and rugged Taihu Lake stones, and a narrow and rough path is carved out to the side of the pond.This time, he saw clearly the two people behind Mengyu. He thought it was the girl following him, but he didn't think it was the woman he had seen outside Mengyu's house that day.

Qiu Sheng still remembers that fateful encounter, and couldn't bear to miss it when he ran into him this time, so he asked Meng Yu, "Who are these two?"

Meng Tiao stepped aside on the stone wall of the rockery, and let Mei Qing and the old lady come forward to introduce her, "This is my mother, Mengshi, and this is my sister, Meng Meiqing. They came here for the Mid-Autumn Festival. This is Kuang Uncle."

Qiu Sheng took half a step forward and bowed to the old lady politely, "Old lady, Nafu, you live here, but the younger generation didn't have time to meet you, it's really rude, I hope you will forgive me."

The old lady nodded slightly and said politely with a smile.Qiu Sheng turned his back again and bowed to Mei Qing, his tone changed softly, "Miss is polite."

Mei Qing bowed slightly to return the salute, she was used to teasing him everywhere, when she met his eyes on the way, she couldn't help being coquettish.Qiu Sheng's heart beat wildly a few times, he was really drunk, and he was stunned for a while.

It wasn't until Meng Tiao called him that he remembered to move sideways.Unexpectedly, the stone was uneven, Mei Qing staggered and almost slipped into the pond.It was too late and then too soon, Qiu Sheng grabbed her arm and said anxiously: "Miss, be careful!"

The soft flesh on that arm trembled in the palm of his hand, and the lightning flashed in a trance, shining into his heart.

Mei Qing hurriedly straightened her body, and lowered her hands to thank her.Qiusheng let the group pass by, and looked sideways for a long time.The boy at the back waited for a while, then smiled and came up jokingly reminding, "Master, don't think about it, she is married."

How did Qiusheng know about Mengyuan's housework? Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel disappointed, because he asked the servant: "Who did you marry?"

"The magistrate of this county, surnamed Liu, is a good friend with uncle."

"How do you know?"

"I heard what the mother next to my wife said."

Qiu Sheng frowned secretly, "Why is your wife asking about these things?"

"They are Miss Meng's mother and sister. The wife naturally wants to inquire about the unclear relationship between Miss Meng and her uncle."

Qiu Sheng raised one corner of his lips, and sarcastically said, "Isn't your wife caring enough about me? You also have to take care of my natal brothers. It's really not enough."

Walking out of the rockery, Qiu Sheng looked around, and the party had already reached the other side.Mei Qing was walking in the middle, wearing an oriole-colored gown and a green skirt, separated by a pond full of lotus flowers like jade water like smoke, like a Penglai Narcissus.

Going out here, the carriages and horses were waiting, the old lady suddenly changed her mind and wanted to go back with Mei Qing.Meng Yu took a sneak peek at her, cleared his eyes twice, became clearer, and asked with a smile: "What are you going to do, mother, don't you think it's troublesome to go back and forth?"

The old lady now found an excuse, "I remembered, I have something to go back to get."

"Whatever, just tell Mei Qing to ask her to fetch it for you."

The old lady straightened her waist, "She doesn't know where to put it, I should go there myself, lest she turn over and over and mess up my house."

Having been together for so many years, whoever looks at each other can roughly guess the exquisite heart.Just now, Meng Yuan noticed Mei Qing's coyness and the old lady's smile on the sidelines.Mengyu vaguely guessed what she was thinking about, and took her by the wrist to persuade her, "Mother, please be more at ease, this is not another place, and Kuang Qiusheng is not an idle person, and the second girl is also very powerful."

As soon as these words came out, each other's disguise was completely removed.Due to the fact that there was a servant in front of her, the old lady pulled the two of them around the back of the carriage, and laughed a few times in a low voice. Poor, besides, the people in Beijing are no better than the people in Jinan, they are used to being rich, and they don't care about spending money. Another thing, this Qiusheng is a son of a wealthy family, and he is extravagant. Isn't Zhang Ping like this? Spend money , when did you calculate it?"

Meng Tiao didn't listen to it, but when he heard it, he became angry, "I think you are crazy about money, how can you provoke such a person? He is Dong Kouhen's husband! You don't know what attitude Dong Kouhen treats me now. ? If she finds out, wouldn’t it be all on my shoulders?”

"It's because he is Dong Kouhen's husband that I want to provoke him more and more." The old lady gritted her teeth and was filled with righteous indignation, "Think about it, that air at Kouhen's end doesn't take you seriously. Lie! Zhang Ping doesn’t feel bad, but Mother still does, so Mother just wants to take it out on your behalf! Don’t worry about it, Mother will tell her to be dumb behind her back.”

Saying no matter what, Ping Mengyuan hopped angrily at the back, dragged Mei Qing into the carriage.The wheels creak and roll, is it moving forward?It's just fate repeating itself round and round.

Mei Qing was holding the curtain in the car, slightly turned her face away from the window, and smiled indifferently, "Mother, do you mean to use me as a knife to vent your anger on my sister?"

The old lady glanced at her, grabbed her other hand, and stroked it in her hand, "How can I do that? The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, how could I use you to vent my anger on your sister? I was just coaxing her. Don't say that , she caused trouble. My original intention was to see that Qiusheng is rich. I tell you that such a person is no better than these poor officials in Jinan. Heh, a few thousand silver is nothing. I think he will take even ten thousand. I can tell. Besides, he was a little dazed. You see, he just saw your fascinated look. Isn’t he just a fat sheep sent to your door for nothing? If you don’t kill him, who will you kill? Good luck with him."

Mei Qing turned her eyes and asked: "But my sister didn't agree, did you get anxious because you didn't see her? How about she make a fuss about it?"

"Arguing? Who are you going to make a fuss about?" The old lady put down her hand and pressed it against the wall of the car, holding it with confidence, "Tell the couple? Didn't she give her face for nothing? She didn't Tell Zhang Ping? Do you think Zhang Ping is someone who can take care of this kind of thing? Besides, I told him, her face is not pretty. She can only come to persuade us. I think about her temper, but Don't tell her, when you come back later, just say that we have thought about it on the way, and we have given up this idea."

"She will believe it?"

"If you don't believe her, there's nothing you can do. At best, be careful. This is ridiculous. She can defend herself? Then Qiusheng is not someone like her. She has legs on someone else's body. She can stand it?"

Speaking of this section, the old lady smiled, showing a touch of glamorous style, "Your sister, it's really funny, she just wants to 'turn back', and doesn't look at the 'shore'? This world doesn't allow women to Reformed."

She glanced coldly out of the wide slit that Mei Qing raised, and all she walked away were streets and alleys extending in all directions, but when she went around, there was a city wall like an iron barrel at the end.Who hasn't been trapped to death in a certain city all his life?

For most of her life, she traveled from Wuxi to Jinan, from an innocent girl to a slut. It's just because of a mistake that she didn't make, why should she bear the bitter fruit?People say that at forty there is no doubt, but she still can't figure this out.But I understand another point - the sky is vast, what does it have to do with them?

The path that can be walked is very narrow, and if one is not careful, the skirt will be caught by the flower branches with thorns.Meng Tiao bowed and carefully took off the skirt.Going back to the room and laying down on the bed, still unable to concentrate, her mother and Mei Qing were too courageous, she thought they were just doing it for money, maybe she could use some money to supplement them, they would probably be able to dispel this idea?

When she heard that the old lady and Mei Qing had come back, she made up her mind to take out two thousand silver to avoid disaster.Unexpectedly, when she walked into the guest room, before she could speak, the old lady grabbed her wrist and pulled her on the couch, "You don't need to say more, I understand."

The old lady sighed, and made a profound and righteous attitude, "I discussed this matter with your sister just now on the way. It's not interesting to talk about it. Money, it's not only him, Kuang Qiusheng, there are a lot of people in Jinan, isn't it?" Nobility, why bother to cause this trouble for you? Forget it, and let him go!"

Meng Tiao was so angry and happy this day that he was a little dizzy, "Mother, have you figured it out?"

"I figured it out!" The old lady slapped the kang table, pouted her lips and gave her a look, "Mother, this is for it."

Meng Tiao thought about it, took out the banknotes, called Mei Qing out of the bedroom, sat around the couch together, and planned to get up for them, "I have two thousand here, you take them, I still say the same thing, be careful Doing business, you are not that kind of material, so you should buy more fields. Although the payment from the fields is slower, buying more will always cover your expenses throughout the year. Mei Qing, you must change your temper, book I hope that even though I didn’t treat you warmly, I didn’t treat you badly. You listen to my sister’s advice, and she will never hurt you. Mother, you too, don’t go and fuck those concubines again. I will pick you up when I arrive in Beijing and settle down. Go to Beijing and buy a house for you to take care of."

The two of them had nothing to say, so they naturally agreed.As soon as she left, Mei Qing leaned towards the screen to look at her thin back, and said with a sneer, "Sister really knows how to plan."

The old lady tilted her head and smiled, and folded the treasure in her bosom, "Oh, what a pity, this day is not going according to plan."

Mei Qing took a look at her, picked up half of her money and put it away.Up to now, doing these things is not just for money, it seems to be some pleasure of revenge.Like waiting to see people's jokes, you want to see men's jokes, women's jokes, all the jokes of proud people, tear off the veil of illusion, and see all the jokes of the world's perfect but broken truth.

When the moon is full at night, according to the layers of the pavilions, the ground is covered with clear frost, and the world is white.The yamen of the standard department was brightly lit, and everyone was busy sorting out the files and confessions.The case has been cleared up, and only waiting for the court's order, everyone can have a peaceful festival, and everyone seems to be relaxed.

Dong Mo looked a little depressed.He walked out of the hall and looked up at the moon in the corridor.Even though the moon is full today, he knows that the moon will be short again in a few days, and he suddenly feels useless.

After standing for a while, he asked the guards to light a lantern, and walked into the prison.

Before reaching Meng Yu's cell, he heard him reciting a poem, Li Bai's "Long Lovesickness", and he was reciting, "There is a long sky of green and dark above, and waves of green water below. The sky is long and the road is long. It's hard for the soul to fly, but it's hard for the dream soul to not reach Guanshan."

Dong Mo walked to the railing door, and saw him standing with his back against the wall, wearing a silver-gray robe that was covered with stains, his bun hair was disheveled, and he was looking up at the small window on the wall with his arms cut.A few iron pillars are embedded in the narrow window, splitting a full moon into several halves.

Before Dong Mo could speak, he turned around with a smile, "Brother Dong, I thought you would come, and you did."

The jailer opened the door, and Dong Mo walked in calmly, and said with a smile, "I heard brother Meng reciting poems, which beautiful lady are you thinking about?"

"If I say it's Meng'er, will you be angry?"

Dong Mo smiled faintly, and Fuyi sat down on the bench, "No matter how capable I am, I can't control what other people think. But I guess, what you are thinking about is not a dream, but the Qingming and prosperity that you once had in your mind. .”

Meng Yu lowered her eyelids, sat down on the stool under the wall, and sighed with a smile, "You guessed half right. Meng'er is also the prosperous Qingming in my chest. She is very good, you have to treat her well."

"Brother Meng's words sound like last words." Dong Mo shook his head and smiled, his eyes full of helplessness, "Aren't you sure that you can escape this disaster?"

"I definitely don't dare, it's just a gamble."

Dong Mo was silent for a while, and his smile gradually faded, "I just came here to ask, how much brother Meng is betting on the gambling table this time?"

"Then I can't tell..." Meng Yu leaned against the wall and tilted her head, with a look of calculation, her eyes fell behind her, "Do you think I am the best in officialdom?" Business? Bold, cautious, shrewd and nimble, I bet on my ability to make money. To put it bluntly, I don’t have enough people, so I don’t like the small profits in front of me. What people like is my ability, so he let me go One yard, and I will work hard for him in the future."

"The 'he' you are talking about, Lord Lou, or Taifu Dong?"

"It's hard to tell." Meng Yu smiled and shook her head, "There are too many of them. In the past, there was Chu Pei, and now there is Mrs. Lou, and there is Mrs. Dong. Do you think there are exceptions? Do you know why you At a young age, you are ranked in the third rank, and your grandfather is also in the pavilion, with great power, but you have been unable to rise any further? Because you are a person who does things, but not an official. Taifu Dong will let you do things , but he can't tell you a single bit about these fussy things."

Dong Mo's heart felt infinitely melancholy, a little bored that he couldn't bring it up, so he nodded, "You won the bet, you will definitely not die."

"You have asked me so many questions, and I know everything. Can I ask you now, is it because of Meng'er that I want me to die?"

Dong Mo sat up and lit his lantern to the candles on the wall, "Like you, most of it is for "Lauvignon Blanc" in your heart."

The two looked at each other, each feeling lost and speechless.

The moonlight was dark, and it was already three o'clock when Dong Mo returned home.Afraid of quarreling with Meng Yuan, he first went to the study and ordered the boy to boil water, take a bath and change clothes.This busy work is even more silent and moonlit.

Meng Tiao didn't expect him to come back at this time, the maids in the house had already dispersed, so she had no choice but to light the lamp herself and shine it on both ends of the bed curtain.Dong Mo sat on the edge of the bed exhausted, looked at her by the candlelight, "Are you still asleep?"

"I fell asleep, I woke up when I heard your footsteps."

"You're lying." Dong Mo smiled and held her hand, "Why are you staying up so late?"

Meng Tiao was lying on the bed early, but she tossed and turned worrying about her mother and Mei Qing, and couldn't fall asleep.She was going to tell Dong Mo, but she hesitated again when she saw it.She thought of his evaluation of her mother in the past, which was considered polite. In his heart, he must have looked down on such a person.But unfortunately, she is also such a person.

She only dared to test a little, "My mother and Mei Qing live here for a few days, do you not welcome them?"

"Where does this start?" Dong Mo felt a little weak, and fell on the bunk with his head up, smiling at her with his eyes up, "I was the one who said it earlier, invite them to celebrate the festival together."

"You are looking for books." Meng Yu curled her lips, kicked off her embroidered shoes and climbed onto the bed, and sat cross-legged beside him, "You actually don't like them at all, you are being polite, it's for me."

Dong Mo's face straightened, and he sighed helplessly: "You still like them knowing what they do, isn't it a bit difficult for you? Anyway, they are also your close relatives. Although I don't like them, they should be polite. I won't be short of it."

Meng Yu lowered her face, "But I used to behave like them, so why do you like me?"

"You are different."

But exactly what was different, he couldn't say.Meng Tiao's heart felt terrified, she is a master of Fengyue, she can speak clearly.In fact, he was just fascinated by love. That's why he looked at her everywhere.

Feelings are the most perfect cover-up in this world, but it is a pity that it cannot last.There will always be a day when the freshness of love will become a passing cloud, and her despicableness will reappear in front of his eyes, and then he will look at her differently.

She smiled bleakly, "It's nothing different. I'm not okay at all."

"Who said that?" Dong Mo sat up and looked at her solemnly, "I don't agree with that. The poem says, 'I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, I only live in this mountain.' It is very difficult to recognize yourself. .”

He smiled and pinched her face, "Did my second sister say something bad?"

Meng Yaoyao nodded, with a wry smile on her cheek, "No. She doesn't need to say anything, just look at me, and I'll feel ashamed."

The more I laughed, the more my heart couldn't beat in my chest, "Actually, you are so good, what kind of innocent and clean lady can't be found? Talent, family background, appearance, moral character, those rich ladies in the capital... I'm better than me if I screw it out at random. Am I born well? I'll always grow old. You scholars often say that a person's foothold in the world depends on his backbone. But I don't have this thing."

When she said these words, she herself was startled.

After the shock, there was a sense of peace after the dust had settled.Afraid of seeing his gaze, she slowly got out of bed and saw the moon on the Black Sea again.

Step by step, the room was vast and empty, with gorgeous and exquisite furniture neatly arranged on the four walls, and in the dark corners, there were stacks of gold-painted boxes and cages.Her footsteps were light and light, and she felt that the ground was starting to float. All the valuables were loaded on a boat, and she and them were floating on the Black Sea.

Wave after wave of blows made people crumbling, but there was a strange sense of stability.She looked back, and saw the shore of the floating world standing there motionless, but she was a little afraid to go to the shore.She was afraid to worry about whether Kishi could accommodate her filthy body.

Dong Mo opened his eyes and looked at her back, and some old words came out like a dream——

She once said: "Some people are used to living a hard life, and they can't enjoy the sweetness."

His father also said: "Love backfires, it backfires, and life is a great regret."

That night, he had a premonition that he would experience two big regrets, both of which he could not achieve despite his extraordinarily hard work.All he could do was to go up and hug Meng Tiao, closing his eyes with anger and begging her, "Meng'er, don't let me down again."

Meng Tiao's heart kept falling, falling, almost drowned by the past.She grasped her arms across her chest.Can he still be her driftwood, or should each have their own direction?She doesn't know either.

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