Chapter 2088: If I Can’t, We’ll Marry Next Year
Chapter 2088: Chapter 2088: If I Can’t, We’ll Marry Next Year
Otherwise, according to the rules, Meng Yunzheng would have to pick three dates and then let the Lu family discuss and choose one, and then reply to him.
Honestly speaking, Meng Yunzheng was getting impatient, eager to know the wedding date as soon as possible, and the sooner the better.
Now that the poetry gathering was over, his lifelong matter was urgent.
So, the next day, Meng Yunzheng directly took Shu Yu along to find the original matchmaker, as well as the old lady, Meng Pei, and several others, to go together to the fortune-teller to select a date.
The old gentleman calculated very slowly, and Shu Yu even suspected at one point that he was being deliberately enigmatic.
But the old lady and the others held their breath waiting, until the old gentleman looked up and said, "If the two of you want to marry next year, the most suitable date for you would be May 26th of next year."
Shu Yu frowned, "May 26th? Is there a slightly later date?"
You know that next year’s palace examination is in mid-March, and after the exam, there’s grading and corrections, then riding through the streets on horseback, attending the Qionglin Banquet, going to various gatherings, visiting teachers and scholars; it would delay things, at the very least until mid-April.
If any unexpected hiccups came up, a delay of ten days to half a month is normal.
Especially considering Meng Yunzheng’s talent and acquaintances in the capital, even his relationship with the Emperor, it might be two months before he can free himself.
Then, he still has to rush back, how could he possibly get married on May 26th?
To everyone’s surprise, the old gentleman lifted his head, looked at her, then at Meng Yunzheng, and shook his head saying, "If that day doesn’t work, both of you will be bogged down with trivial matters in the second half of next year, unable to extricate yourselves, and will have to wait until the second half of the following year."
Shu Yu was astonished, still wanting to say something, but Meng Yunzheng grabbed her hand, tightening his grip gradually, then looked at the old gentleman resolutely saying, "May 26th it is, that day, no changes!"
Shu Yu stared at him in shock, "Yun, the time is too tight, you..."
"Nothing else is more important than our wedding, I can make it back."
Shu Yu, "..."
The old lady and Meng Pei exchanged a glance, both nodded, and then asked the old gentleman to write down the date on a red paper, "Teacher, we choose that date, please help us check what else we need to pay attention to. What hours are auspicious, what should we avoid, are there any conflicts we need to steer clear of."
The group, including the matchmaker nearby, immediately burst into enthusiastic questions, directly squeezing Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng out.
Watching them, the corners of Shu Yu’s mouth twitched, and she turned to look at Meng Yunzheng, "Actually, we could wait until the following year."
"I can’t!"
"Ah?"
"I’ve been waiting for several years already, if you don’t let me marry soon, I fear I might do something dreadful."
Something... dreadful?
Shu Yu swallowed hard, "What do you mean?"
Their hands were still clasped together, his hand was dry, but Shu Yu was beginning to sweat, especially when she wanted to pull her hand back but couldn’t.
She finally realized a problem, Meng Yunzheng seemed to be getting bolder.
Previously, he would only hold her hand when no one was around.
Later, in front of Ying Xi or Xia Yan, and even in front of Shurui and the other three.
Now he could even do so in front of her Grandmother?
Seeing her expression, Meng Yunzheng’s own began to crack, "Yes, like I’m ready to directly snatch my bride away."
Shu Yu finally couldn’t help but roll her eyes.