mesbooks Chapter 132 General's Mansion 3
Chapter 132 General's Mansion 3
"But why do you like flying kites recently?" Zhou Leping picked up the newly made goldfish kite and examined it: "You still use such a strange pattern."
Since Zhou Leping was sent to school, he could no longer be with Jing Zhuo. General Zhou sent Jing Zhuo to work under a retired soldier, who said he wanted to grind this stubborn stone into a smoother shape.
In fact, Zhou Leping knew that General Zhou wanted to train Jing Zhuo. His plan for Jing Zhuo should be to follow the military like him.
As for Zhou Leping, he was not left out of either the civil or military aspects. According to General Zhou's intention, he wanted him to become a pillar of the country who was both civil and military.
But is it really necessary to save this broken Daliang? Zhou Leping did not dare to tell General Zhou what was in his heart, and could only grit his teeth and accept the path he arranged.
Jing Zhuo took the kite back from Zhou Leping and drew a few more patterns on the goldfish: "This is for my cousin. I saw that she was in a bad mood recently, so I thought of making a kite to cheer her up."
It turned out to be a gift for his sister. Zhou Leping looked at Jing Zhuo making a kite and suddenly realized something: "Ah Jing, you are a few years older than me, right? It's almost time for you to have your coming-of-age ceremony."
Jing Zhuo didn't understand why the young master said that. He kept moving his hands, dividing the bamboo strips into thin threads and winding them around the kite. However, he did not delay in replying to him: "It's still early. I'm only one year older than you, so there are still three years to go."
"Three years, it's not too early. Parents of ordinary families start to discuss marriages for their children at this age." Zhou Leping put his hand on his chin, staring at the increasingly beautiful kite in front of him, and suddenly asked: "You put so much effort into making a kite, do you like my cousin and want to be my brother-in-law?"
As soon as he said this, Jing Zhuo stopped making the kite and turned to stare at Master Zhou. His eyes were melancholy, but he frowned slightly, looking embarrassed.
In Zhou Leping's eyes, this look was like his secrets being exposed. It was just a feeling of longing, so why should he admit it?
In fact, it is understandable if you think about it. Jing Zhuo's identity at this time is Zhou Leping's bodyguard and Zhou's family slave. His indenture contract is still kept in his family's account office.
As for Song Shuyi, she was a lady from a noble family. She had grown up in luxury, so her future husband should be a famous official, not a domestic slave.
However, Zhou Leping felt that Jing Zhuo was different. Although he was a family slave, his ability and literary talent far surpassed many people. Moreover, General Zhou was willing to promote him, so his future development would definitely be far more than this. Maybe he could achieve something.
Zhou Leping sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the rocks behind him, staring at the bright moon in the sky, thinking about cheering Jing Zhuo up: "If you like my sister, I support you. I trust your character, and my sister will not be bullied if I leave her to you. But..."
Zhou Leping turned his head and looked at Jing Zhuo's eyes, which were still full of content as before, and contained some emotions that others could not see: "Your current identity is a problem. If you want to marry my cousin, you have to work hard to earn a reputation."
Jing Zhuo stared at the young master with his melancholy eyes for a long while, and suddenly smiled: "Thank you for your plan for me, young master, but I am not a good match. My cousin will only suffer with me. Young master, please don't make fun of me."
Zhou Leping did not give up: "No, I don't look down on you. My family is not one that cares about family background... maybe my uncle does. But if you work hard, you can still win a reputation in the military camp with your skills. Don't you want to give it a try?"
"Don't bother, Master."
After saying this, Jing Zhuo picked up the unfinished kite on the ground and left.
What's going on? I haven't seen you for just a few days, why are you getting even more irritable?
Zhou Leping was a little discouraged when he saw people like this. He really didn't want Sister Shuyi to participate in the talent show! His cousin was simply a fairy! Her husband must be a very good person, and definitely not that old man.
Such a beautiful cousin going to the selection is like a peony falling into a jasmine field, how dazzling. She will definitely be coveted by the old emperor. No, he has to think of a way to hide his cousin.
The next day, when school was on holiday, Zhou Leping went directly to his cousin's room.
Ever since the news of the broken engagement came, my cousin has locked herself in her room. Not only does she not go out to meet her sisters, she rarely even goes out to her own yard.
My cousin was as gentle and demure as ever, sewing clothes. I didn't know who she was sewing the clothes for, but the azure blue material looked very good.
Zhou Leping lay on the table, face to face with his cousin, but he muttered for a long time and his cousin remained silent.
Zhou Leping was a little anxious: "Sister, what are you thinking? Are you really planning to participate in the talent show?"
Song Shuyi didn't say anything, she cut the thread with scissors and handed the shirt to Zhou Leping: "Try it on and see if it fits."
Only then did Zhou Leping realize that the clothes were made for him. It was a deep blue robe embroidered with green bamboo and orchids, with such fine craftsmanship that no other shop could match.
"Since my sister made it, it will naturally fit me."
Song Shuyi looked at Zhou Leping wearing new clothes, and finally smiled: "You are growing up these years, and you need to change clothes every once in a while. I hope these clothes fit you well."
It doesn't matter what he wears, what matters now is the talent show! Zhou Leping reached out and grabbed the hem of her sister's clothes, shaking her like a spoiled child: "Sister, tell me what you think."
Song Shuyi looked at her brother in front of her, forced a smile, stretched out her hand and gently placed it on his clothes to smooth out the wrinkles: "My marriage has never been my own decision. My parents' orders and the matchmaker's words, I will marry whoever he tells me to marry."
Zhou Leping felt pain in his heart when he saw his cousin like this: "Cousin, don't be so negative. There is always room for change."
Song Shuyi's eyes were calm, but her words were firm: "But if he wants to use my marriage as a gift to help him get into the government, then he has made a wrong calculation. For the sake of the family, I will participate in the talent show. If I don't get selected, everything is fine. But if I do, I will cut my hair with a pair of scissors and become a nun!"