Light Dance Jiajing

At this time, the door was slammed open, and an old man with a white beard and dressed in green walked in. Except for Meng'er, the others stood up like springs, dropping their bowls and chopsticks. It was none other than Master Meng. The old master's eyes were bloodshot and he said angrily: "You little brats are talking nonsense, and you dare to humiliate me behind my back. Huhu..." The old master panted heavily, "You can say whatever you want, but why didn't you close the door? You really piss me off..." It turned out that he had made an appointment with a few friends today, and it happened that He was just next door, talking happily, when he heard Wang Wei and his friends making fun of him with their loud voices. His friends were quite embarrassed. The old teacher could no longer tolerate it, so he came over to question them. These people who had been so passionate and arrogant just now, now hung their heads like criminals. The six gentlemen of the capital immediately became six villains. The old teacher roared for a long time, but as his friends were around, he did not want to delay any longer, and angrily punished them to go home and copy the Book of Rites a hundred times. If they had not finished, they were not allowed to come to class again.

After the old teacher left, those who were frowning sat for a while but had no intention of staying any longer. It was getting late and they were still thinking about going home to copy books. They said goodbye in a hurry and went home. Meng'er thought that today she had just come here by accident and would not join in such fun in the future. That pretty boy who looked like a sick scholar was still clamoring to go to the theater to listen to music, and said how graceful and charming the figure of a famous young actress was, etc. They were so young but they had not learned good habits. If the old teacher had not interfered, maybe they would have gone all at once. The ancient customs were really bad. Wang Wei should not follow them and learn bad things.

Along the way, Wang Wei told him about the family backgrounds of several people. The sick scholar-like young man was unremarkable. His father was Shu Fen, a compiler in the Hanlin Academy, and Shu Fen was the number one scholar in the 12th year of Zhengde. The blue-collared young man was named Zhang Jun, the second son of Zhang Chong, the attendant. There were two others, the sons of the editor Wang Si and the censor Ji Tang. Their fathers had some influence in the court. Because their fathers were good friends and they were classmates, they were closer. As for the singing girl named Sisi, Zhang Jun seemed to want to redeem her, but due to the strict discipline at home, maybe he would consider taking her in after he gets married. However, these young men will never lack servants in their rooms when they grow up, and a girl who is born a singing girl and is not extremely beautiful will probably be forgotten soon.

Meng'er suddenly became curious about the ancient brothels and thought for a long time that it would be great if she could go to these places to broaden her horizons. After thinking about it, she decided that this matter should be decided by Wang Wei. However, no matter how much Meng'er talked, Wang Wei was determined not to take her there. Meng'er shouted indignantly: "You can go, why can't I? Can't we just take a look and come out?" Wang Wei was silent for a while, and looked at her seriously for a rare time and said: "Yes, I can go but you can't. How can you be so ignorant? A woman's reputation is as important as her life. It's not right to go to those fish ponds and go to the sea to take her away. In a place where there are so many people, how can you, a girl, have a good reputation? Even if you are a princess, you cannot stand criticism, understand? "Mian'er stopped talking. Wang Wei had never reprimanded her like this before. She felt very aggrieved all of a sudden. She thought that she still had not gotten rid of the thinking of modern women. She had been in this era for so long, but she had not smoothed out her edges. She sighed in her heart. Women in this era really have to accept their fate. Moreover, even in the 21st century, women are still a vulnerable group. Thinking of this, she felt even more powerless and frustrated.

When they returned to the mansion, it was completely dark. Meng'er was tired, and two maids were busy helping her wash and go to bed. Then she heard someone outside quietly asking, "Is my cousin gone to bed? The eldest young master ordered us to bring some bird's nest." The maid hurried out to get it. Meng'er thought that Wang Wei probably felt that he had made her angry, but it was not easy for her to apologize openly, and it was hard for him to care about her. Besides, what Wang Wei said was right, and she could not be willful.

While lying on the bed, I heard the sound of stringed instruments. The sound was not loud, but it was still audible because it was not far away. Meng'er sat up and asked, "Who is this? Why are you still awake at this late hour?"

The little girl was not surprised. "The fifth concubine, who else could it be? The master sent a letter today saying that he would take the fifth concubine to serve him, and the young master would go with him. Humph, I don't know what rumors the master has spread. Could it be that someone will bully her when the master is not around? The lady hasn't left yet, but she's already been staying close to the master." The little maid who served Meng'er was from the eldest lady's room. When she mentioned the fifth concubine, her tone was naturally disgusted. Meng'er lost her sleepiness for a moment. She thought, what would happen if she became the principal wife? If it were her, could she be as tolerant as Lady Wang? If so, she would definitely not be able to tolerate her husband taking a concubine, not to mention having children with so many women. But after all, she was a princess, and her husband could not take concubines. It was just that the princesses of the Ming Dynasty were quite sad. After getting married, they still lived in the palace and lived a life like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl with their prince consort. It would be better for them to be happy in the cold palace. When she thought of the cold palace, Meng'er missed her mother and Zaihou more and more. It had been more than a month in a blink of an eye. I wonder if they are doing well.

In the following days, Wang Wei took Meng'er to visit the capital whenever he had time. After a few days, they had eaten at all the famous restaurants in the capital. Meng'er said that if she continued to eat like this, she would turn into a pig. Meng'er never saw those young masters again, probably because Wang Wei didn't want to bring her out in public.

At the same time, the plan to urge Wang Wei to lose weight was officially put on the agenda. Unfortunately, there was no suitable place for swimming in the capital, otherwise she would definitely throw Wang Wei into the water. So let's run. If you don't run five miles every day, don't think about sleeping. And riding a horse, is that riding a horse like Wang Wei did? Meng'er rode the horse and whipped Wang Wei's horse from behind. The horse, which was originally walking docilely, jumped out in shock. Wang Wei's screams drifted for several miles. Meng'er chased him all the way, and didn't care about laughing. He was shaking on the horse like a large untied cargo bag, and he went up and down with the shaking of the horse, and suddenly fell to one side. Meng'er kept shouting: "Hold the reins... tighten your legs... don't lean back... move your center of gravity forward..."

"Hurry... I can't hold the reins anymore... Ah..." Wang Wei screamed and almost fell off the horse. Finally, he grabbed the reins again. Mei'er squeezed the horse's belly, galloped closer, and leaned forward to hold Wang Wei's reins in her hand. She shouted, "Hold on tight." Wang Wei's hands had been numb for a long time. He wanted to hold on tightly but couldn't feel the strength. Mei'er took her feet off the stirrups and used the horse's force to jump onto Wang Wei's horse. Before Wang Wei could react, Mei'er pulled the reins hard. The horse ran a few more steps and actually slowed down. Until the horse stopped, Wang Wei's heart was beating like a drum, and at the same time, he could hear Mei'er's rapid breathing behind him. Both of them had no strength to speak. Wang Wei suddenly realized how close they were. His heartbeat, which had just calmed down, suddenly accelerated again.

After that, Wang Wei stopped attending social events. He went horseback riding after school and went jogging before going to bed at night. At first, Meng'er wanted to see how long this fat boy could hold on, but she didn't expect that he had some perseverance. Meng'er was really impressed by him.