By a twist of fate, the illegitimate son of the Marquis's family marries the county princess.

Chapter 65 May we find one heart to share, and stay together until our hair turns white.

Changxing Street

Pei Shirong stared in disbelief at Pei Rujing and Wen Zongji's departing figures: "Has my little sister abandoned me?"

A servant boy nearby reminded him, "Young master, the county princess is getting married."

Pei Shirong turned and glared at him: "So what if we get married? Does that mean I'm no longer her second brother?"

The servant scratched his head: "But the county princess and her son-in-law are going to Xiangguo Temple to worship the acacia tree. It would be a bit redundant for you to follow them..."

Pei Shirong instantly became weak and listless: "My elder brother has to accompany my sister-in-law, and my younger sister has a husband. I'm all alone now."

"The eldest princess is already arranging marriages for the young master."

"I wonder what kind of woman Mother will choose for me."

Seeing Pei Shizhao and Pei Rujing paired up, Pei Shirong felt a rare sense of anticipation for his own future marriage.

Seeing that his young master was showing signs of understanding, the servant immediately advised, "If you have any ideas, you can tell the Princess, so that you won't dislike the person she chooses."

Pei Shirong patted the servant on the shoulder: "You're right, reward him!"

"Thank you, young master."

the other side

Wen Zongji felt a pang of pity when he thought of Pei Shirong's abandoned expression as they left: "It's alright to let Second Brother come along. Xiangguo Temple is so big, it's not like he has to worship the acacia tree with us."

"don't want!"

Pei Rujing refused without hesitation: "Only the two of us can go to worship the acacia tree; no one else can come with us."

Not to mention my own second brother, even the eldest princess wouldn't do.

Wen Zongji looked at her: "Does the county princess still believe in these things?"

The young wife seemed fearless and didn't appear to be the type to believe in such unrealistic things.

Pei Rujing said, "Everyone goes in pairs, I don't want to bring a burden."

If Pei Shirong heard this, he would probably cry himself to death in the latrine.

Xiangguo Temple was not on Changxing Street, so the two of them couldn't walk there. They went back to the street entrance and got into the carriage.

After about an incense stick's time, the carriage stopped at Xiangguo Temple.

Wen Zongji helped Pei Rujing down from the carriage and looked at the crowds coming and going at the entrance, as well as the vendors setting up stalls around the area: "As expected of the most famous temple in the capital, the entrance has become like a small market."

Pei Rujing said, "Those who come and go from Xiangguo Temple are either high-ranking officials or wealthy merchants, and there are many people who want to do business with them."

Wen Zongji looked at her: "You, Princess, have also bought things from here?"

Pei Rujing recalled: "When I was a child, I came to Xiangguo Temple with my mother and I think I bought some novelties there. I didn't come to Xiangguo Temple very often."

Not everyone enjoys going to temples to pray for blessings, and the eldest princess was not one of them.

That is, people come to Xiangsi Temple to pray for blessings on certain special days.

Pei Rujing naturally didn't come very often.

The two entered Xiangguo Temple, where a huge incense burner in front of the main hall was filled with incense sticks.

Pei Rujing and the other person walked to the incense burner and donated some money for incense oil.

The monk beside him clasped his hands together with the two men, then took out an incense stick and inserted it into the huge incense burner.

For a moment, when Wen Zongji looked at the incense in the incense burner again, he felt that they all smelled of money.

Good guy!

This incense stick wasn't just randomly placed.

Whether in later generations or now, monks are indeed very wealthy.

After offering incense, a young monk approached and asked, "Esteemed benefactors, would you like to pray to Buddha for a divination, offer blessings for your family, or perhaps fulfill a vow at the acacia tree?"

Pei Rujing said, "Take us to the acacia tree."

The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Please come with me, both of you benefactors."

Wen Zongji asked, "Little monk, you just said you were going to the Acacia Tree to fulfill your vow?"

The young monk said, "Many patrons come to worship the acacia tree, and if their wishes are fulfilled, they will come back to the acacia tree to give thanks."

Wen Zongji understood.

That's making money twice.

Anyone who comes to Xiangguo Temple must at least donate some money for incense oil; it's impossible to do nothing but pray to the acacia tree and leave.

The young monk was clearly very tactful; he didn't ask the two if they had come to fulfill a vow, but quietly led the way. When they arrived at the acacia tree, he clasped their hands together again and left.

"Xiangguo Temple has a really good way of training monks."

Wen Zongji could tell that the young monks were not old, but their every move was disciplined, clearly indicating that they had been taught by the temple.

Pei Rujing said matter-of-factly, "If so many distinguished people came to Xiangguo Temple and didn't know the rules, Xiangguo Temple would have been gone long ago."

The two arrived at the acacia tree, which was covered with countless red silk ribbons.

Pei Rujing looked at the towering acacia tree, then at Wen Zongji, her eyes filled with doubt: "Can you even throw it up there?"

Wen Zongji's brow twitched, and he raised an eyebrow, saying, "If you really can't throw it up, what will the county princess do?"

Pei Rujing glanced at the servants and strong women behind her and said, "Then let's find someone to do it for us."

Wen Zongji looked at her: "Isn't the county princess worried that she might not be sincere?"

Pei Rujing looked up at the acacia tree: "I came in person, how could I not be sincere?"

Wen Zongji: "..." Such powerful logic.

He couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I can still throw it up there."

He went over and took a red silk cloth. Both ends of the red silk cloth were tied with weights, so that it would be easy to throw the red silk cloth up.

Wen Zongji looked around and saw that some people were still writing on the red silk cloth, so he asked Pei Rujing, "Do you want to write something?"

Pei Rujing nodded immediately: "Of course I'll write it."

Otherwise, what would she be doing here?

There was a table to the side with writing brushes and ink on it, obviously for their convenience in writing.

Pei Rujing gave Wen Zongji a push: "You write first."

Wen Zongji walked over, placed the red silk cloth on the table, picked up a brush, pondered for a moment, and wrote: "May we find one heart to share, and stay together until our hair turns white!"

Although Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru, who wrote this poem, were unable to keep their promise, it does not diminish the beauty of the poem.

Wen Zongji naturally had beautiful aspirations for his own feelings.

Pei Rujing watched from the side. When she saw the poem written by Wen Zongji, her lips curled up and she couldn't stop smiling. She took the brush from Wen Zongji's hand and wrote without hesitation: "Approved!"

Wen Zongji couldn't help but laugh: "Is the county princess reviewing official documents?"

What did he actually expect his young wife to write?

He's completely bewitched!

Pei Rujing looked at him with a bright smile, her hands behind her back. Her smile was brighter and more dazzling than the moon in the sky.

Wen Zongji immediately lost the urge to ask further questions. He picked up the red silk cloth, walked to the tree, examined it carefully, and then threw it upwards with force.

next moment--

The red silk cloth hung securely on the tree branch!

Pei Rujing clapped her hands: "You succeeded on the first try, Wen Zongji, you're amazing!"

Wen Zongji hadn't expected to succeed on the first try: "Perhaps the word 'approved' written by the county magistrate was so powerful that the acacia tree dared not refuse to catch it."

Pei Rujing was delighted to hear this: "That's exactly right."

She circled the acacia tree, a smug smile on her face: "We hung it the highest."

Human vision is subject to error, and the greater the distance, the greater the error.

The acacia trees are so tall and lush that it's actually hard to tell which red silk cloth is hanging the highest.

But this is not an exam, so precise answers are not required.

"That's definitely the highest!"

Under the moonlight, Pei Rujing stood there, Wen Zongji's shadow reflected in her eyes.

Wen Zongji replied in this way.