Bondage

"I don't know what master's plan is?"

Song Lan'an frowned: "You don't seem to have anything to do today, have you finished all the things in the backyard?"

Mrs. Song smiled coyly: "There is nothing at home, but my concubine cares about Yao'er and sisters. The master also knows that Yao'er will soon be married, and this marriage has been delayed again and again. If it is not settled, it may be difficult to find a high-class family in the future. "

"Didn't the master also attach great importance to the marriage with Cui before?"

"The twelfth son of the Cui family has just passed the Jinshi examination, and his knowledge is also very good. The Cui family is not an ordinary wealthy family. They are serious about passing down poems and books, and each has real skills."

"Lan'er is over three years old now, and she is about to be enlightened. My concubine is thinking about the Cui family..."

Song Lan'an frowned: "No matter how nice the Cui family is, what's the point of not being satisfied with Yao'er? You've seen that the two houses have talked about marriage, and there is a woman who is eager to get married?"

"Besides, what does Lan'er Kaimeng have to do with the Cui family? Can you still send him to the Cui family?"

"And I said that I have other plans for Yao'er Nian'er's marriage, but you don't understand?"

"Master misunderstood, how dare I be."

Holding on to her smile, Mrs. Song served Song Lan'an the warming soup that was still warm.After Song Lan'an had eaten, she cleaned up the dishes and left with a smile.

But as soon as she stepped out of the study, the smile on her face froze.

"Ma'am, the master said that there is an arrangement for the second lady's marriage, what exactly is the arrangement?"

Mrs. Song's eyes were slightly red: "Arrangement? When did he care about Yao'er Nian'er? The marriage with the Cui family was finally negotiated by me begging my grandpa to tell my grandma. The Cui family is full of nobles, and how many courts have been born in three generations?" official?"

"This kind of family always pays attention to rules and etiquette. I tried my best to get into the eyes of the old lady of Cui's family, but now it's good. The marriage that was very secure will not come true after all."

"Earlier, Song Wan had a great quarrel with the Yanghou Mansion in the city, and everyone in Beijing was aware of the scandal. The third wife of the Cui family beat me a few times, but I laughed and exposed it."

"Song Wan, as the eldest daughter of the Song family, has fled the house privately and clamored to break up with her husband and son-in-law. How can people like the Cui family think of such behavior?"

Throwing the handkerchief in her hand on the ground, Mrs. Song said: "I'm really afraid of something. Well, she made the whole family restless, and now the uncle even built a house for her privately. What's the matter? It's Song's business." There are more and more no rules, if I were the wife of the Cui family, I would look down on this kind of family."

"Just go and inquire, among all the higher-born people in Shangjing, who has such an eldest daughter? The eldest daughter of a family is acting so nonsensically, how can you blame them for looking down on us?"

The nanny who was waiting beside said: "Madam, don't worry, maybe the master really has better plans."

"Even if there are good ones, it won't be Yaoer Nianer's turn."

Mrs. Song spoke with tears in her voice: "It's not that you don't know how eccentric he is. Have you ever taken care of the three children I gave birth to over the years? He doesn't know where his thoughts have gone. Look at the names of those two. , Look at Yao'er, Nian'er and Lan'er again? It's petty."

"What's so good in the mansion these years, isn't it just the big one? He's the eldest son of the mansion, we can't compete with him, I admit it."

"But now, Master, who is the most respectful of rules, actually said that you can't send your daughter to the Hou's Mansion for training."

"The Hou Mansion can't get her out of the way, but my son and daughter are so implicated that they can't even talk about marriage. Does he still have the heart?"

"Madam, don't think so, the master must have a plan."

Pressing the handkerchief to the corner of her eyes, Mrs. Song said in a desperate tone, "I'm afraid you won't believe what you said. Yao'er is about to die, how can you afford to wait for him to slowly plan?"

"No, I have to rely on myself for this matter."

Mrs. Song wiped away her tears and said softly, "In a few days, you will accompany me to find Song Wan."

The mother-in-law wanted to say that it was so bad, if the uncle knew it, he would be angry, it can be seen that his wife's eyelids were red and swollen from crying, and then thinking of the two young ladies who were imprisoned, she finally swallowed the words.

No one knows or cares about Mrs. Song's thoughts, and it doesn't affect Song Fu's visit to Song Wan at his house in the suburbs of Beijing when he has time.

Previously, Song Wan was a widow in the Hou's mansion, so he couldn't leave the gate of the Hou's mansion at all. As an older brother, he couldn't visit his sister-in-law's house, so he could only ask Mrs. Song to bring her some custom-made things during the New Year's Eve.

But he and Mrs. Song are not biological mother and child, so it is very inconvenient to be separated by a layer.

Now that he puts his sister under his nose to take care of him, Song Fu couldn't help but come and visit often, so that he can bring some things and come to see if the house is safe.

"The young master is here."

Mrs. Lang welcomed him in with a happy face, and couldn't help smiling when she saw that there was a cart full of things outside the door.

The eldest lady is loved by others, but it seems that only the uncle in the family will cherish her.Feeling uncomfortable, Mrs. Lang asked people to put the things at the door, and when the delivery boys left, she called for Jin Shu.

Jin Shu has been very strong since he was a child, so he carried all the things in the cart into the yard in a short while.

Seeing Song Wan standing in the middle hall looking at him, Song Fu couldn't help laughing and said, "Let's see what brother bought you."

Holding a brocade box in his hand, Song Fu handed it to Song Wan: "Open it and have a look."

Song Wan took it and slowly opened it, and when he saw the box full of colorful silk flowers, his smile froze for a moment.

Song Fudao: "Last time I saw that you like gorgeous ones, so my elder brother chose some for you. The shopkeeper said that they are new ones from the south, and the ones in Shangjing are not yet available."

Song Wan stretched out his hand to pick up a goose-yellow silk crabapple with golden threads, and pinned it on his head with a smile: "Thank you, brother, Wan'er likes it very much."

A huge silk flower made Song Wan's pretty face look three times smaller. Seeing this, Song Fu nodded seriously: "Festive and bright, it suits you very well."

Looking down at the box of silk flowers, Song Wan smiled and tidied them one by one.

"Today, Grandma Lang made crispy bone fish, shrimp meat and tofu soup, as well as candied dried meat and oven-roasted chicken. They are all brother's favorite dishes. Brother will use a few more bowls later."

Song Fu nodded with a smile, and told Song Wan to prepare silk and satin for her, and remember to make new clothes and shoes and other trivial things after a few days of cold weather.

The two brothers and sisters were standing in the middle hall talking, when they suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the door.

The two turned their heads to look, only to hear someone outside knocking on the door.

"I gonna go see."

Let Heng Zhi accompany Song Wan into the room, and Song Fu walked out alone.

Mrs. Lang was leaning against the door bolt to prevent outsiders from entering. Someone outside the door kept beating vigorously, no matter how Mrs. Lang asked her, she would not reply.

"I come."

Song Fu stepped forward and pulled the door bolt open, only to see a plump woman fall straight in.

"Hey, whose servant is so domineering?"

Mrs. Lang exclaimed, but Song Fu frowned and said, "Madam British?"

Ming Xiang stood behind the British princess, shyly and anxiously tugging at the hem of her clothes, when she saw Song Fu's voice, she subconsciously looked up, but she lowered her head shyly as soon as she caught a glimpse of the man.