si-mexico Chapter 119 The secret behind it
Chapter 119 The secret behind it
While sipping tea, he suddenly remembered that there were still a few pieces of Huichengzhai's signature mooncakes left in the carriage. He couldn't bear to waste them because of their delicate taste and rich aroma.
He then motioned for Moqi to fetch the mooncakes, and said softly, "Don't just stand there, come and taste some with me."
There wasn't the slightest rift between master and servant in Ling Mohui's tone, but Mo Qi and Mo Hua felt mixed emotions.
On this day that symbolizes reunion, the young ladies are unable to return home for reunion due to various reasons. As their personal maids, how can they enjoy this peace and tranquility?
"Miss, don't say that. We, the servants, will accompany you."
Mo Hua said this, but an imperceptible sadness flashed in her eyes. She pulled Mo Qi's sleeve, and they sat down silently and gathered around the table.
Just as the three were about to taste the food, an unexpected figure - Yuan Fangfang suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Fangfang? Why are you here too?" Ling Mohui was slightly surprised.
According to common sense, Yuan Fangfang should be enjoying family happiness with her family in Bo's house at this moment.
Yuan Fangfang in front of him had a gloomy expression and a frown on her face, as if a heavy stone was pressing on her heart.
Moqi and Mohua stepped aside tactfully: "Miss Fangfang hasn't had a good chat with the young lady for a long time. Let's go outside and take a look at the carriage."
This time, Ling Mohui just nodded slightly without saying much.
As the maids left, Yuan Fangfang suddenly hugged Ling Mohui's collar, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, and despair and sadness instantly filled the entire cottage.
"What's wrong? Fangfang? What happened to make you so sad?"
Ling Mohui was at a loss for a moment, her eyes full of concern and anxiety.
"Mo Hui, I... Master Xu and I have separated."
Yuan Fangfang covered her face, her fingers tightly twisted the corner of her clothes, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, her face full of sadness like a dark cloud, the pain was so deep that even the gentlest wind could not easily blow it away.
"Break up? What happened? Haven't you two always been in love, like twin lotus flowers, the envy of others?"
Ling Mohui's brows were full of surprise. In her memory, at the Dragon Boat Festival banquet not long ago, they were still talking and laughing happily, with only each other in their eyes.
"Fangfang, don't cry first. Take a deep breath and tell me slowly, what went wrong?"
Ling Mohui gently stretched out her hand, carefully wiping away the tears on Yuan Fangfang's face as if she were treating fragile porcelain. Her voice was warm and gentle, like the first breeze blowing through the willow branches in spring, trying to comfort the broken heart.
Yuan Fangfang swallowed a mouthful of wine with difficulty. The wine slid down her throat, bringing with it a hint of spiciness, as if it could slightly alleviate the pain in her heart.
She closed her eyes slightly, as if recalling those unbearable moments, and then slowly opened her mouth: "Mohui, do you still remember the Zeng family that was suddenly hit hard by the court during the Dragon Boat Festival not long ago?"
Ling Mohui's heart trembled. How could she forget? Not only had she heard about that turmoil, but she was also indirectly involved in it. That experience seemed to be engraved in her heart and could not be erased.
"The Zeng family's affairs have been a hot topic, and everyone in the streets and alleys knows about it. Naturally, I am also aware of it."
Ling Mohui frowned slightly, and her eyes fell on Yuan Fangfang involuntarily, full of confusion, "Could it be that Master Xu is also involved in the affairs of the Zeng family?"
Yuan Fangfang first nodded slightly, then shook her head. This contradictory action made Ling Mohui even more confused. Her eyes seemed to be asking: It is both and it is not, what does this mean?
Feeling Ling Mohui's doubts, Yuan Fangfang bit her lower lip and said solemnly: "Mohui, I only dare to tell you about this matter, but you must promise me that you will never let a third person know about it."
Ling Mo nodded heavily, her eyes firm: "I promise you, I will never tell anyone."
Yuan Fangfang took a deep breath, as if she had mustered up all her courage, before she spoke the truth: "Master Xu, the one people know as Zeng Xu, is actually a bastard son of the Zeng family, carrying an unspeakable secret and burden."
Ling Mohui was suddenly overwhelmed by a complex emotion. It turned out that there was such a secret hidden behind his identity. No wonder there was always an lingering sense of mystery.
"On the day when the Zeng family was in trouble, he was not spared and was taken away by the soldiers. I tried every means to visit him in prison, but was blocked outside by the iron-faced guards. Just when I was anxious and planning a countermeasure, he returned from the cage silently like a ghost in the night."
"He stood in front of me, with a complex look in his eyes that I couldn't understand. He told me that we should never meet again, and then he turned and left, disappearing in the vast sea of people. I was left alone, facing the long night and endless loneliness."
When Yuan Fangfang said this, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
Ling Mohui sighed softly, as if regretting this relationship that was teased by fate: "Perhaps, he is afraid that his situation will affect you. In addition, his current special status means that he can no longer come for you as openly as before. He is afraid that you will suffer because of him, so he cruelly cuts off this relationship."
Yuan Fangfang's eyes lost focus, as if lost in the mist of memories: "If possible, I hope he can be more selfish. As long as he asks, I am willing to follow him to the ends of the earth, through mountains of swords and seas of fire."
"Fangfang, you have to think it through!"
Ling Mohui's voice was a little stern, and her eyes were full of worry about her friend's future. "Your family takes good care of you. If you are so determined, they will be so heartbroken."
For a woman, elopement not only brings disgrace to her reputation, but even worse, it will be regarded as a disgrace to the family. The consequences are far-reaching and far beyond imagination.
Ling Mohui knows very well that emotional impulse should not be a reason to give up everything. Life is long, and in addition to love, there are also responsibilities and obligations to be fulfilled.
"You are right, but my family also has its own difficulties. In order to protect our family from the direct threat of the imperial power, my parents sent my innocent sister to that high-walled courtyard. And your parents, even though they knew Zeng Jie's character, still insisted on letting you move forward into that unknown marriage. When will our future be truly decided by ourselves?"
There was helplessness and rhetorical questioning in Yuan Fangfang's words, which made people feel heavy in their hearts.
Ling Mohui fell silent. She knew very well that in Kyoto, where power was intertwined, there were countless examples of people sacrificing their children's happiness for the sake of family honor. Personal emotions and happiness seemed so insignificant in the face of the heavy family interests, like dust that could be blown away by the wind at any time.
As the carriage slowly passed through the bustling streets, Ling Mohui's thoughts were like the gravel under the wheels, chaotic and heavy.
She recalled Zeng Xu's deep and elusive eyes, and the scene of him chatting and laughing with Han Zifeng in the palace.
He was so calm and at ease, as if everything was under his control.
If it was really Han Zifeng who came to the rescue, why would he interfere in Zeng family's affairs?
Or, is there some unknown entanglement hidden in this?