Bondage

The carriage drove out of the city gate and went straight to the outskirts of Beijing. Song Wan rubbed the land deed in his sleeve, and the panic gradually calmed down.

Whenever there is brother around, she will not be afraid or panic.

Heng Zhi and Heng Wu sat blankly in the carriage, listening to the wailing and crying behind them, they couldn't help but feel sorry for each other.

"Miss, what's going on in the city?"

Song Wan put the title deed back into his sleeve, and said in a mournful voice, "Since ancient times, power struggles have been like this. Once the generals are successful, there is no one in power who does not climb up the pile of bones on the mountain of corpses."

She didn't dare to listen, and didn't dare to think about the tragic situation that the people in the city went through. Song Wan pursed her lips and gently pressed down the curtain of the car, as if it could isolate the mourning of those who lost their loved ones.

"Miss, here we are."

"Thank you, Nanny Lang."

Grandmother Lang was originally the nanny who took care of her elder brother, but elder brother was worried about her, so he sent Grandmother Lang to her. She was supposed to accompany him to the Marquis Mansion to be a widow, but Grandma Zhao Treating her like his own daughter, he really couldn't do without her, so he followed her to the Hou Mansion.

Later, Mrs. Lang was arranged by Song Wan outside to help her take care of the dowry shop, Zhuangzi and other things. Over the years, she and Zhao Momo took good care of her inside and out.

Meeting Mrs. Lang today made Song Wan feel more at ease, as if meeting Song Fu.

"Miss, what are you talking about, old lady, I have long wanted to snatch you out of that shitty Hou Mansion."

She helped her out of the carriage, and only then did Song Wan see the house that Song Fu had prepared for her.

Just seeing the newly repaired courtyard wall made her feel hot in her eyes and her heart ache.

This tall fence is almost twice as high as hers, and there are houses all around, and the location is not close or far.

It will neither frighten her alone nor annoy her if she gets too close.

The gate of the house is made of very thick cypress wood, with vermilion tung oil brushed on it, Song Wan entered the door, and Mrs. Lang quickly pulled the three door bolts.

The two-entry house is bright and spacious, and the inside is neat and tidy. Song Wan walks through the yard, and across the middle hall is her boudoir.

The inner courtyard is not big, there are only two wing rooms, but Song Wan looked at the bead curtain hanging on the door and the soft pillow on the bed with the fragrance of flowers, and smiled slightly.

"It's what I liked when I was a kid."

There were curtains and curtains hanging everywhere in the room, full of fresh colors, Song Wan looked at his heart that had been dead for a long time, as if it was beating again.

Seeing this, Heng Wu clapped his hands suddenly: "It's pretty, it's pretty, but you don't have to look at the white people all over the room, it's really embarrassing to panic."

Mrs. Lang said with a smile: "These things are all bought by the young master who gave money to the old slave. I don't know if the young lady likes it or not."

"Thank you ma'am, I like it very much."

Song Wan hooked the bead curtain in front of the door, looked at the empty bookshelves in the room, and suddenly remembered the collection of rare books that he had no chance to take away.

It's just that as soon as this thought flashed across her mind, she left it behind.

She didn't want to mention anything related to the Hou's mansion.

"From now on, the old slave will stay with the young lady in this house. The young master said that the house is small. If there are too many people, it would be unsafe. And the young master originally found a few girls who can fight and kick for you to defend yourself, but now Can't get out of town."

Song Wan shook her head: "It's okay, it's very good."

Mrs. Lang went to the kitchen to boil hot water, and after Heng Zhiheng Wu helped Song Ban remove her makeup and hair, the three of them sat on the bed in the room with red eyes and silly smiles.

After Heng Wu laughed, he wiped his tears and said, "Miss, have we really escaped from the Hou Mansion? Why does this slave feel like a dream?"

Heng Zhi's nose was red: "Miss, will we be sent back in the future?"

"will not."

Song Wan touched the golden lotus orange silk quilt under her body, and said in a joyful tone, "Since I have worked so hard to get out of the Hou's Mansion, my brother and aunt will not let me go back."

"Hengzhi, Hengwu, we won't go back in the future."

The three masters and servants were nestled on the same bed, and they couldn't sleep. They talked about the past few years, and they became more and more sad.

In the middle of the night, Song Wan couldn't sleep, so he went to the room to find pens and inks, and announced the good news to Mother Zhao and the herbs and green bamboos one by one.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Lang made five rice porridge and pickles for several people. Seeing that Song Wan was eating with gusto, she choked up and turned her back to wipe away her tears.

"There is nothing lacking in this house, but there is no grain and oil. I can't enter the city for a few days. The old slave will go around after a while to see if there are any farmers who are carrying the burden."

"You don't have to work hard, you can eat whatever you have."

Heng Wu couldn't help nodding: "Miss is right, everything you eat here is delicious, even if the nanny brings raw rice, the slaves won't accumulate food after eating."

"It makes me feel good, and I can digest everything I eat."

Song Wan pursed her lips and smiled slightly.

The city gate was not open, so the three master and servant lived in this small house. When they got up early, they didn't have to make up their minds for his wife and old lady, and they didn't have to settle accounts and deal with chores at night. In just six or seven days, Song Wan's complexion was rosy, and his appearance was beautiful. coquettish.

On the day when the city gate was opened, Song Fu came to see Song Wan, and was very pleased with her healthy appearance with no makeup on but rosy skin and flushed cheeks.

"Brother."

Song Wan was wearing a crab shell red beige with pinched flowers, a pink and blue silver silk embroidered skirt on her lower body, two pearl temple hairpins on her head, and even silk flowers.

Even around the neck, there is a bright red imitation pomegranate seed gilt gold inlaid treasure wreath.

The embroidered shoes under the feet are also inlaid with pearls and bells, which jingle as they walk.

Song Fu looked at it carefully, and said with a smile, "Why are you dressed so brightly? It doesn't look like what you usually like."

As soon as the words fell, Song Fu knew that he had said something wrong.

"You look good dressed like this, brother likes it."

Song Wan smiled shyly: "It was Heng Zhi and Heng Wu who chose this outfit, saying they were looking at the celebration."

"Qianbai's injury is healed, and I'm in a good mood."

A few days ago, Song Wan received the letter from Song Fufei Nu, and Song Wan finally let go of his worries for a few days. Today, seeing him, he was finally able to personally ask about the situation of the Third Prince.

"Qianbai is injured, but it hurts? What kind of scars did you get?"

Song Fu lowered his eyes, then smiled and said: "It's all fine, you don't have to worry."

Although Shen Qianbai's life was safe, someone put explosives in the lantern that day, which completely destroyed half of his face.Song Yuning couldn't bear to let Song Wan feel distressed, and repeatedly told her not to tell her about it.

His sister managed to have a happy life for a few days, neither he nor his aunt wanted to bother her with such annoying things from the court.

"I brought you Chi Shi Tong's books, if you have nothing to read to relieve boredom..."

Song Fu walked towards the inner hall while talking, but Song Wan stood there in a daze, frowning and said: "Brother is lying."

"Brother can't tell lies, let alone lie to Wan'er. Something happened to Qianbai, right? What happened to him, where did he get hurt, and is it harmful to his life? Or... is it harmful to his position?"