"General Wang, I am Xiao Yu, the second son of the Xiao family. I am seventeen years old and a minister of the Ministry of Rites. We hit it off on the city wall today and want to make friends with General Wang. I wonder if the general is willing..."
"Pfft." Wang Yuan looked at the slightly red-cheeked and slightly embarrassed young man in front of him as he reported out of the house like he was pouring beans. He didn't look like the mature young man he knew from his subordinates. "Then why does Ayu still call me General Wang? Is it time to change my name?"
Xiao Yu felt that her face was a little hot for no reason, and she shouted in the clear voice of a young man: "Brother Wang"
Day after day, the two traveled around Chang'an City and saw Chang'an flowers. Then they went to the outskirts to enjoy the mountains and rivers. Xiao Yu's parents expressed their dissatisfaction. When they were young, they used to make excuses that they would get married after establishing a successful career. Now they go out to have fun with Wang Yuan all day long. They hardly see each other in a day, let alone talk about marriage!
"They are all very young and have not yet started a family. Look at the fourth son of the Sun family and the second son of the Zheng family. They are all younger than Xiao Yu. Although their official positions are not as high as Yu'er's, they are all married and have children. Wow, this is really sad." Father Xiao and mother Xiao were talking about their future daughter-in-law and grandson.
There is a cool breeze and the night is just right. Xiao Yu was drinking wine and admiring the moon with Wang Yuan on an ancient sycamore tree in Jipu Temple.
This is my first article in Jinjiang. It is an excellent little read before going to bed. It seems a bit shameless (it's not). If anyone is passing by, can you leave a small comment? Please, please, please, gentlemen, please give me strength! Finally, if you feel overwhelmed and want to watch the extra episode, please urge me in the comment area~
Intention: Marriage is tied by a thin thread, and life and death will always be together.