Patriarch, he doesn't want to take the imperial examinations

Chapter 27

Life is so trivial, time slips away from the dinner table, day after day, and the twelfth lunar month enters in a blink of an eye.

The wedding date of Meng Qing and Miss Wang's family was set on the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the whole house was very busy.

It's the New Year's Eve again, and the taste of the New Year is strong. I walked back and forth on the street, and when I came home, I was full of joy.

The Mongolian mansion went in and out, buying wedding supplies, buying new year's goods, decorating lanterns and festoons, and enjoying the day and night.

Everyone was immersed in joy, but Meng Zhen was the same as usual, leaving early and returning late, shuttling between home and the academy.

day to day.

In a blink of an eye, it was the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Meng Zhen asked the school for a day off.

Early in the morning, he was fully dressed and sat in the hall, and several sons came to pay homage to him.Meng Qing was dressed in brocade and red robes, with a groom's hat on his head and a big red flower pinned on his chest, waiting to go to Wang Xiucai's house to pick up his relatives.

Wang Xiucai's house was about half an hour's walk away from the Meng Mansion, and Meng Qing set off at about the same time, blowing and beating all the way, with the sound of gongs and drums, and it was not time to return.

The Meng Mansion was besieged to the brim, and as the New Year approached and weddings were held, neighbors from all over the world came to enjoy the double happiness.

The worship ceremony began at the beginning of time, and Meng Zhen sat on the high hall to accept the kneeling of the couple.

After that, the bride is sent to the bridal chamber, and the wedding feast begins.

There was a lot of chatter and laughter at the banquet, and the groom toasted one by one. When he arrived at Matchmaker Cui's place, Matchmaker Cui laughed from ear to ear, stood up and said to humanity: "Congratulations to the groom, I wish you a happy marriage and an early baby."

Meng Qing hurriedly continued: "Thank you Aunt Cui, I would like to offer you a toast, thank you for telling me about this marriage."

Matchmaker Cui picked up the wine cup and said with a smile: "The groom is too polite. The matchmaker said that it is the old man's responsibility to be a parent. How dare you ask the young master to thank you."

Meng Qing smiled slightly, raised his head and took a sip, babbled a few words and then went to another table.

Men and women sat side by side at the wedding banquet table, Matchmaker Cui happened to be at the same table as Meng Zhen, not long after Meng Qing left, Matchmaker Cui and Meng Zhen said: "Master Meng, you have been empty for a long time, have you thought about finding another one?"

Meng Zhen drank a cup of wine, almost choked when he heard the words, and waved his hand to express his rejection.

Deng Yuming next to him said: "Now he is so absorbed in his studies that he has no time to find a wife. If you have that mouth, you might as well tell others. Why waste your tongue here."

Matchmaker Cui narrowed her eyes and said, "How about I tell you something?"

Deng Yuming said disdainfully: "Tell me what, I don't lack a wife."

"Then it's fine to tell your girls. You have a lot of girls, and several of them are old enough to start a family." Matchmaker Cui chased after her, intending to give full play to her role as a matchmaker.

Deng Yuming said quickly: "Okay, you can tell my family Zhao Zhao and Meng Hong."

"Meng Hong!" Matchmaker Cui couldn't help frowning, "This kid doesn't like anything, and he hasn't responded to the second girl from the Liu family I told him so far."

His eyes unconsciously drifted to another table not far away, where Meng Hong was chatting and laughing with a few young people, and he didn't notice the gaze cast from this side.

Matchmaker Cui grinned, and smiled again, "That kid doesn't look serious, why should Mr. Deng choose him, I'll tell you better."

His eyes turned around on the table, and finally fell on the opposite side, and said: "Master Liu, I think your son is not too young, and he is very suitable for Mr. Deng's family, so I don't want to talk to you two about it. "

Mr. Liu was overjoyed when he heard the words: "It would be a great honor for Liu to marry Mr. Deng, but I don't know if Mr. Deng is willing."

His eyes fell on Deng Yuming, Deng Yuming's expression was uncertain, he just smiled and said: "I heard that the son of Mr. Liu's family is very good at reading, and he will be able to rise to the top in the future and soar into the sky. I'm afraid our family Zhaozhao can't afford it."

"Mr. Deng, what's the matter? Gouzi just passed the child's entrance examination last year. He is not even considered a scholar. How dare he pretend to be a good student. But Mr. Deng has a wealth of wealth. We are small and small, and I am afraid it will be difficult to catch up."

Mr. Liu's words of humility benefited Deng Yuming very much, he nodded and smiled and said, "Master Liu is too modest, your son is still young, and the future can be expected."

He turned his head and looked around twice, and asked, "Is your son here today?"

Master Liu said with a smile: "Here we are, at the table with boy Meng Hong."

Deng Yuming's eyes fell on a young man in blue and purple clothes not far from Meng Hong. The man was dressed as a scholar, his appearance was not good, sitting among the young people talking and laughing, he was like a speck of dust, ordinary and insignificant .

Although this man can't be judged by his looks, who wouldn't want a son-in-law who is both talented and beautiful.It was because Deng Yuming saw Liu Jialang's description of his ugliness that he felt resentment and was reluctant to marry him.

But he can't say these words, otherwise he will appear shallow and superficial, so he just smiled and said: "It won't be too late for our two families to get married after your son's high school education."

Mr. Liu lowered his brows and smiled: "Yes, yes." But he was like a mirror in his heart. This man surnamed Deng clearly didn't like their family, so he said that he was selected for the exam. He couldn't get a girl from his family, so he couldn't care less about that stinky woman of his family, and she wasn't worthy of carrying his son's shoes.

Bah, Master Liu cursed inwardly, turned his head away from his smile, and went to chat and laugh with others.

Here, Matchmaker Cui is still using her three-inch tongue to match up matchmakers for the boys and girls of the lords and girls here. Meng Zhen sits between them, marveling at Matchmaker Cui's eloquence, but at the same time can't help it. I kept thinking, why are these people so keen on talking about marriage, as if there is nothing else to do in this world except talk about marriage.

It was cold in the twelfth lunar month, even though there were several pots of charcoal fires in the yard, it still couldn't stop the cold air. Not long after nightfall, everyone lost interest, and it happened that the banquet was almost finished, so they left the Meng Mansion and went back to their homes. .

Meng Zhen was helped back into the room, feeling as if the bones in his body were about to fall apart, his whole body was stiff and aching even if he moved a little bit, he was more tired than sitting in meditation for a whole day.

The night was cold and he slept a lot, Mengzhen slept very deeply this time, the next morning Mengqing brought his bride over to offer tea to him, and he finally finished his wash.

The bride's name is Wang Xinyu. She looks elegant, elegant and intelligent, and has a poetic atmosphere on her body.

"Father, please use tea!" Wang Xinyu knelt in front of Mengzhen and offered him a cup of tea.

Meng Zhen reached out to take it and said thank you.

Wang Xinyu couldn't help but covered her lips and smiled softly, thinking that her father-in-law is really interesting, it's only natural for a newlywed daughter-in-law to serve tea to her in-laws, and it should be done as it should, but why did the father-in-law say thank you face to face.

Of course Mengzhen didn't know her little thoughts, so after drinking tea from his daughter-in-law, he went to school.

"Father, you haven't had breakfast yet!" Meng Qing reminded him later.

Meng Zhen waved his hand: "No need, I ate too much last night, I don't have an appetite right now."

The cold wind howled and the sky was freezing, Meng Zhen wrapped his clothes tightly and got into his carriage.

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-2821:00:14~2022-03-2921:03:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Ayaka;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Caixia 20 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!