Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 49
The lady and the master glanced at each other and sighed.Madam knelt down beside him, said something in a low voice, and finally saw Ting Lu kowtow heavily, then stood up obediently.Madam smiled gratifiedly and patted him on the shoulder. Seeing the situation, she seemed to agree to his request.Afraid of being caught by them, Xiaoqing didn't dare to listen any more, so she left quietly.In the next few days, the Zhang family was very concerned about my condition, and Tingyu came to visit me every day with a worried expression.But Ting Lu waited until dark to show up, and stayed by the bedside until very late.When I woke up, I saw a small figure of bamboo peeling beside my pillow, which was probably the masterpiece of his leisurely play these days.

During the period, I heard that the two families sat together to discuss their marriage.Madam intended to give Xuelian to Tingyu, and finally Zhang Ying and his wife accepted this arrangement, probably thinking that it would be beneficial to both parties.Xuelian is a dignified and well-behaved traditional woman. On the day of the conversation, she accompanied Zhang Ying and his wife carefully.When Zhang Tingyu learned of the decision of the elders of both parties, he refused to accept it, and went home in a moment of annoyance, which is why I didn't see him when I woke up today.When I heard that my parents intended to marry Xuelian and Tingyu, I felt sour in my nostrils, and I felt like a stone was pressed on me and I couldn't be happy.

After drinking the ginseng soup in his hand, he got up and came to the desk in front of the window. There was an ink landscape painting on the rice paper, which was majestic like Ting Lu's style. The poem on the side turned out to be in neat willow style. Knowing that it was made by Tingyu.

I dipped a pen in cinnabar, and made a few strokes on the paper, and there was a figure in red at the front of the boat on the river.It looks like a little bit of red among the green bushes.Before I put down the pen in my hand, I heard my mother rushing in while talking.

"Mulan, don't touch those things before you recover from your illness, let your mother take a look!" My mother quickly walked over and took my hand to look at it, and seeing that I looked fine, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Your child is weak and doesn't remember to take a good rest. You run around all day. When will your mother's heart be at ease?"

"I'm fine now, it's not good." I smiled sweetly.

"That's good, that's good. Sigh! I don't know how long my mother will worry about you." My mother looked at me worriedly, as if hesitating to speak.My heart moved, and I asked casually, "Do you want to talk to me about Tingyu?" My mother was startled, and looked up at me in surprise, but I didn't expect that I would tell her what was on her mind.Looking at that expression, I thought of the situation described by Xiaoqing, and I had roughly guessed in my mind what she was going to say to me.

"When did this child become so smart? Even I'm a little uneasy." The mother muttered in a low voice, and she seemed to be planning to tell me. "That day, your father and I planned to arrange your marriage at the birthday party. But you passed out suddenly, and the matter didn't come to fruition. Then we found another time to talk to Zhang Ying and his wife. I just settled the matter and plan to allocate the snow lotus to Tingyu." At this point, my mother paused for a moment, and then continued talking when she saw that I was scribbling with a calm expression. "We did this for your own good..."

After all, they decided this way... My heart began to ache.She is also a daughter, but her mother is only thinking about Xuelian's future.It's no wonder that Mulan lives in a small courtyard all year round, and compared with the snow lotus who clings to her mother every day in every possible way, she naturally appears to have a lot of personality.Strange, I am obviously not the real Mulan, why do I care about this matter so much?

(End of this chapter)