During the ten-day holiday, Yu Qian and his wife took a carriage out to purchase some fine goods in person, and also took a stroll around the streets of Wuchang City.
He had already heard the news from Yang Shiqi that he might be appointed as the governor of Jiangxi, and his mentality was gradually transitioning to a new identity. But in fact, the difference between before and after was not very big, it was just a change of political power. Just like the streets in Wuchang, he was the same as when he was the imperial court
When I was the governor of Huguang, I saw an ordinary appearance, with dense population and old buildings.
Occasionally, he saw an acquaintance behind him and hurriedly asked the groom to stop the car.
Unexpectedly, a woman appeared at the door next to her and shouted: "You are so weird, you dare to block other people's doorways and do such things!"
The woman spoke a local dialect. Fortunately, Yu Qian and his wife had lived in Wuchang for a short time before, so they could probably understand it. Ms. Dong also felt strange, so she asked, "Why did you stop suddenly?"
Yu Qian ignored Mr. Dong, bent down and got out of the car, and said to the groom: "Move the car to a different position and send the wife back first."
Mrs. Dong was a little angry and stuck her head out: "Where are you...husband going?" He was always like this. It was obvious that the couple had known each other for many years and they met often, but they had nothing to say.
She didn't expect her husband to tell her, because there was no need to explain anything to her no matter what he wanted to do. Not wanting to do so, Yu Qian still explained in a hurry: "I seemed to have met an old friend from the officialdom just now. I ran over to have a look. I asked the chief to follow me.
, you should go back first."
Yu Qian then led his entourage and another middle-aged servant to walk to the corner of the street. When he turned a corner, he saw a familiar figure from behind. He called out: "Miss Luo!"
The person in front turned around, and it turned out to be Luo Yaoniang. Although she was wearing a robe with a stand-up collar, her hair in a bun and a square scarf, she was still easy to recognize. When Luo Yaoniang saw this, Yu Qian also smiled and said:
He said politely: "Why did I meet Brother Tingyi here by chance, haha."
The two have been very familiar with each other for a long time, and they are not childhood sweethearts. However, since Yu Qian passed the imperial examination and entered the court as an official, with Yang Shiqi as his teacher, he and Luo Yaoniang have gotten to know each other. They have often been in contact with each other. A few years ago
During the overt and covert fights with the Han Dynasty's gang members, Yang Shiqi often sent Luo Yaoniang and Yu Qian to contact each other. The two of them generally believed that the other was a trustworthy and well-informed close friend.
Yu Qian also smiled and said: "Suddenly I realized that we are in the same city and we can meet easily."
Luo Yaoniang took a few steps closer and said, "When my father came to Wuchang, I came with him."
"I know." Yu Qian said, "I did receive a letter from you last time, but I have been busy with many things these days, but I haven't even seen you." His expression was relaxed, more cheerful than his usual serious look.
Already.
At this time, Luo Yaoniang pointed to a nearby teahouse and said: "It's been almost a whole year since we parted ways in the capital, and now we are reunited. It's better to meet the other day. Let's find a place to have a good talk."
"That's very good, please, Miss Luo." Yu Qian said happily.
The teahouses on the street are just like those common in the market, but they are bigger. There are people sitting upstairs and downstairs, knocking melon seeds, drinking tea, and gathering to play leaf cards. The official ban on drugs in the Ming Dynasty was only a few decades after the founding of the country.
After the New Year, no one cares about playing cards for small money; there are also halls where people sing, surrounded by single rooms covered with cheap bead curtains, and the songs played are all folk songs, but it is not an elegant hall, which is suitable for such an occasion.
.
The waiter opened a curtain to invite the guest to take a seat, and there was a sound that sounded good, but the beads on the curtain were not pearls, but seemed to be smooth and colorful nuts picked from the tree.
When the tea was served, the two sat down opposite each other. Listening to the playing and singing of a melodious sound, Yu Qian couldn't help but sigh a little, sighing: "The world is unpredictable. I never thought that I would be working in Huguang with Mr. Yang, and in such a situation.
Down."
Luo Yaoniang also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Yu Qian with a pair of beautiful eyes: "It's really unexpected. Looking back, it feels like a dream. But it's better now. When we were in Yangzhou, we were on tenterhooks all day long...
… I vaguely heard my father mention that your Excellency Yu will be on patrol in Jiangxi soon?”
"This matter was only mentioned in the cabinet, so I might not believe it. You can't let others hear it." Yu Qian said cautiously.
"I know, but you still can't trust me?" Luo Yaoniang smiled, "Isn't Jiangxi still in the hands of the King of Han and the imperial court? Brother Tingyi, who is patrolling Huguang, must have both military power and great power, entrusting him with military and political responsibilities. Look,
It’s safe to wake up because I can trust you as a person.”
Yu Qian pondered for a moment and heard her mention King Xiang. He asked again: "The King of Xiang had a marriage contract with you a few years ago. Later, he rebelled against the court. But now it is different. Has he ever asked his mentor or Luo Luo again?"
Did the girl mention this?"
"He is already married." Luo Yaoniang pouted, "He made an appointment with me not long ago, but he didn't mention it... It's just a child. Anyway, I am just an adopted daughter and it doesn't mean I have lost my father's face.
. But I haven’t met that person in his family, and I don’t know if he’s easy to get along with. Anyway, this kind of thing is very annoying.” She glanced at Yu Qian, and said in a joking tone, “If you were a Jinshi and knew my father, you wouldn’t be able to get along with me.”
When you get married, my father will definitely promise me to you. In that case, even if you get to know Ping An again later, you won't have anything to do with him, and you won't be so worried. I asked you men, why are you so anxious to get married? I was in the city the day before yesterday.
I saw a happy event there, and the groom looked like a child."
Yu Qian said: "I dare not disobey my parents' orders. Miss Luo, please don't say that. Yu is not worthy. I wish I had been born a few years later, or entered the court earlier."
"I remembered a sentence, you gave birth to me before you gave birth to me..."
... Mrs. Dong next door felt as if her bottle of food had been knocked over when she heard this. She had felt strange before and couldn't help but follow her quietly out of curiosity. As expected, women's intuition is very good, and Yu Qian is usually neither salty nor bland.
Yes, today I specifically explained that I saw an old friend from the officialdom. Is it really getting darker and darker?
In fact, she felt that as her husband's official career grew bigger and bigger, he would not be very hindered from taking concubines. For example, the maids around him were not bad looking, or it would be fine if he liked someone who could be easily discussed and discussed. However, it was fine.
The husband is not lecherous, nor is he usually close to women, and he does not mention taking concubines. Such a gentlemanly husband is usually serious, upright and frugal at home, but if he says such words to others, Dong will be punished.
Shi felt very uncomfortable... Not only did she feel threatened, but she also felt jealous and disappointed. Could it be that she was totally not what he wanted? He had never heard him say that to herself, but he could say it to other women.
The chatter and laughter continued over there. Why did he talk so much to others, and why did he become elegant but funny in front of others?
Mr. Dong fell into a sad environment for a while, as if it was full of fog, dim and depressing, as if he had been abandoned.
She felt that she had been working hard to maintain and manage the family, and it seemed to be very useless, but the useless things were all hers. For a married woman, what is left without those things? The feeling in this is only her own.