Good morning Mr. Zhongtang

Chapter 3

It was only after Tong Wanrou returned home that she heard from her elder brother Tong Youqing why her mother-in-law asked her to participate in hunting in the western suburbs.

"So, Er Niang seems to be determined to marry you to the Fucha family. I have met that kid Fu Xin. Although he has two concubines, he doesn't have a regular wife. My sister, you belong to the Tong Jia family. Daughter-in-law, the position of wife must belong to you."

Tong Wanrou wore a moon-white riding uniform and sat on the horse's back. Because she didn't dare to ride, Tong Youqing led the horse's head for her all the way.

After hearing what her brother said, Tong Wanrou didn't speak, but just lowered her head and touched the not-so-smooth mane. Tong Youqing and Tong Wanrou were only two years apart in age. They grew up together, and their relationship was the best among all the brothers and sisters in the Tong family. Seeing Tong Wanrou's dejected look, Tong Youqing couldn't help asking:

"What's the matter? You don't want to marry into Fucha's family?"

Only when Tong Wanrou faced this elder brother would she reveal some true thoughts in her heart. She sighed quietly, her crescent eyebrows slightly furrowed in contrast to her immature appearance, but it was enough to touch people's hearts.

"It's not that I don't want to, anyway, I don't have the right to choose. I have no choice but to marry wherever Ama and Erniang tell me to marry." Tong Wanrou said softly, her soft voice mixed in the wind, seeming Lighter.

Tong Youqing reined in the horse's head, and looked down at Tong Wanrou's long hair fluttering, like a fairy, one can imagine the stunning beauty after many years.

"Why is it so pitiful? Ama and Erniang also want you to marry a good family. Looking at the entire capital, apart from the royal family, the Fucha family can be said to be one of the most famous families. The sixth son of his family is also a descendant. It will never humiliate our family."

"..."

Tong Wanrou lowered her head to look at Tong Youqing, but she didn't say the words that came to her lips. She took a deep breath and put her gaze in front of the green grass.

Telling my brother these things is nothing more than playing the piano to a cow. He doesn't understand her mind at all, just like she doesn't understand why the daughter of Manchuria must be good at riding and shooting.She seems not born with the talent for riding and archery, and after several years of learning Kung Fu, she is still not able to walk alone on horseback.

"Don't think too much about it. Eniang and Mrs. Fucha must have made arrangements for the hunting grounds in the western suburbs. You just need to show up with Fu Xin, and your affairs will probably be settled, brother I can wait to drink your wedding wine."

"..."

Tong Wanrou didn't speak again, Tong Youqing instructed her a few tips on running on horseback, and then the two servants followed her back to the mansion.

On the day of the hunt, Tong Wanrou was called up early by the nuns and sat down in front of the dressing table like a puppet. The nuns tossed on her head for a long time before giving her a not-so-gorgeous but dignified one. Double-headed, and then started to put on her makeup.

Wu Zhi asked someone to bring in more than a dozen sets of clothes, all of which were new shirts made according to her size. After finishing her makeup, Tong Wanrou was pulled up by them again, gesturing for matching clothes, and she just stood there quietly. , watching the people around her busy dressing up for her.

In the end, after trying it out, Tong Wanrou's favorite was a simple and elegant short dress with blue flowers on a white background, but Wu Zhi asked her to wear that pink gauze-like shirt that didn't look low-key at all. It's beautiful, but I always feel like a butterfly when I put it on, it's so eye-catching.

After working for nearly two hours, Tong Wanrou was pardoned out of the room. Tong Youqing had been waiting in the yard for a long time. She wanted to whisper to her mother and sister, but when she saw Tong Wanrou dressed up, she forgot. Yes, circled around her several times, and said tut-tsk:

"Oh, my sister, when she dresses up, she can't even compare to a fairy. She looks so beautiful."

Tong Wanrou lowered her head in embarrassment, but Wushi slapped her son, and said, "You can't speak properly when you talk to your sister."

Tong Youqing is used to being scolded by her mother, how can these small words of complaints warn him, only to hear him continue:

"Er Niang, what the child said is true. With my younger sister's background and her beauty, no matter how you look at it, she seems to be destined to be a concubine. She can't even enter the palace, but she can still be a queen. When the time comes..."

Wu Shi heard her son say more and more outrageous, although she also thought so in her heart, but after all, this is not something that can be said openly, Dang even gave her son a stare, and warned in a low voice:
"Stop talking nonsense, you dare to say such nonsense."

Tong Youqing shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Seeing that he shut up, Wu Shi turned around and arranged the clothes that were not messy at all for her little daughter. Seeing her pure and lovely appearance, Wu Shi couldn't help but also opened her mouth to say One sentence:
"Hey, you, it's just that you have a bad life. Anyway, being a concubine is no longer with you. Let's hold the sixth son of the Fucha family in our hands. I think he will be a good man."

"..."

Tong Wanrou sighed silently in her heart.

In the imperial forest in the western suburbs, the banners showing the royal atmosphere fluttered in the wind. The huge king's tent has been built, and the atmosphere is magnificent. Before the emperor arrives, some bad officials have arrived with their family members. Register with the internal prison.

As soon as Ruzhang entered the venue, he was called over by his colleagues and asked Tong Youqing to take good care of his sister and not to run around. However, it was the first time Tong Youqing participated in this kind of event. Feeling itchy, he took Tong Wanrou to the side and said to her:
"Sister, wait for me here, brother, I will go ahead to explore the way first, and I will come back to pick you up later."

After finishing speaking, before Tong Wanrou could open her mouth, she let go of the rein and rushed into the crowd like flying.

"Hey, brother..."

When Tong Wanrou called out to him, he had already rushed to the center of the crowd and didn't hear him at all. Tong Wanrou looked around dumbfounded. Although there were a lot of people, she didn't know any of them, so she was just placed on the horse's back, motionless , but attracted attention, everyone was looking at what happened to this girl, riding a horse, neither walking nor getting off, just staying there.

She scolded the irresponsible Tong Youqing in her heart, Tong Wanrou grabbed the reins, and wanted to follow what he said before, clamping the horse's belly and kicking forward, but... But she couldn't do it, she was struggling psychologically After sitting for a while, I felt that I should come down first. It seemed much safer to lead the horse than to ride the horse.

Gathering up her courage, Tong Wanrou put her weight on her left foot, stepped on the stirrup, supported the horse's neck, and turned her right foot backwards. She was about to land successfully. However, the supported horse's neck suddenly moved, and she The hand lost its support, and the whole person fell backwards uncontrollably.

Tong Wanrou closed her eyes, she didn't think that she would fall in pain, or be ashamed, but what she was thinking now was - if the clothes on her body were dirty, she would definitely scold her when she went back...

The expected pain did not strike, Tong Wanrou fell into a strong embrace, opened her eyes and saw the man against the light, unable to see his face clearly, but the outline alone was enough to be described as handsome.

Tong Wanrou was stunned for a while, and then remembered that their current posture was too strange. Her left foot was still hanging on the stirrup, and she fell backward in the arms of a strange man. She was flustered for a while, and struggled to stand up.

Fu Heng looked at the red-faced woman in front of him. Although he knew he shouldn't think so, the previous contact undoubtedly put him in a good mood. He smiled at her and asked:

"Miss, are you alright?"

Tong Wanrou finally saw this man's appearance clearly. Although he was not as burly and strong as ordinary Manchu men, he was tall, with well-proportioned flesh and bones, and his handsome face was also very good. With an arrow basket on his back, but coupled with this handsome face, he still looks like a handsome young man from the south of the Yangtze River.

Realizing that she was looking at a strange man so presumptuously, Tong Wanrou hurriedly withdrew her gaze, blessed him, and said:
"It's okay, thank you son."

Fu Heng gave her a gentle smile, took the initiative to take the rein beside her, and said to her generously:

"Where Miss wants to go, I'll take you there. It's not a girl's job to lead a horse anyway."

Tong Wanrou saw that he was sincere and sincere, and that she was really not very good at horses. Anyway, today was hunting. Since she came here, why would she act like a boudoir lady? Dang even nodded and said to this young and handsome man:
"In this way, there will be Mr. Lao."

Holding the reins of the horse, Fu Heng walked to the other side of Tong Wanrou, smiled heartily at her, and said, "Even if we know each other, don't talk about being a young lady. My name is Fu Heng."

Looking at his appearance, Tong Wanrou felt very novel and exciting in her heart, because no one had ever talked to her like this before, his tone was like that of the chivalrous men in the rivers and lakes in those novels she had secretly read, so informal Section, so open and above board.

With a charming smile, she no longer twitched, and said to Fu Heng:
"My name is Tong Wanrou."

The two looked at each other and smiled in the crowd. Under the sun, one was youthful and beautiful, the other was gentle and flawless, and the other was silently stirring emotions that could not be explained clearly.

A horse galloped past them. Tong Wanrou saw Fu Heng's mouth move, but she didn't understand what he said. She asked again, but Fu Heng just smiled and said nothing.

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, Fu Heng looked at her picturesque delicate face, and said softly:
"I know."

The name Tong Wanrou had already appeared countless times in his dreams.

(End of this chapter)