Bondage

Just after the court, Jiang Xingjian went to Song Wan's house.

Song Fuxuan's house is very good, with a special sense of tranquility hidden away from the hustle and bustle, just like the impression Song Wan gave him, it is quiet and elegant but cannot be ignored.

Jiang Xingjian stood at the door with complicated thoughts in his heart.

He never denied that he was attracted to her, both as a child and now.When he first returned to Shangjing and saw Song Wan married into Chengyanghou's Mansion, he was undoubtedly happy, but at the same time quite painful.

He suffered from being attracted to that person uncontrollably, even if Song Wan did nothing but stood there quietly, he couldn't hide his excitement.

Jiang Xingjian lowered his eyes, showing a trace of struggle.

During the trip to the frontier, he and his father were besieged.

Although those people were wearing Nanqing clothes and speaking with a Nanqing accent, both he and his father knew that the group of soldiers and horses who were chasing them came from Shangjing.

At that time Jiang Man was just pregnant, before leaving, his father said that the trip might be dangerous, so he was told to stay in the mansion.It was because he was young and energetic, and he wanted to make contributions and become famous at a young age, so he secretly followed his father's team, so that his father died trying to save him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xingjian clenched his fists tightly.

The more he was attracted to that person, the more he hated himself.

But when Song Wan really left the Hou Mansion and was no longer by his side, he felt that everything in the world lost its vitality, and laughing and crying were no longer joyful.

Looking quietly at the vermilion door in front of him, Jiang Xingjian took a difficult step forward.

"Marquis of Chengyang?"

Jiang Xingjian turned his head and saw Wan Xiao standing lazily aside with his hands in his sleeves.

He frowned slightly, and replied Wan Du Lord.

"The Marquis of Chengyang is very interested, is this here to enjoy the scenery?"

"Madam is recuperating here, come pick me up today."

Wan Xiao said that it was so, and then stood there motionless, half-closed her eyelids as if she had fallen asleep.

Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows, not knowing what this man meant.

In the early years when Duan Yiting served as the governor of the East Factory, the group of eunuchs in the East Factory were very arrogant and domineering, until Duan Yiting's health gradually weakened and he no longer appeared in front of people, and the East Factory was gradually handed over to Wan Xiao.

It was only today that he knew that Wan Xiao had a deep friendship with the prince.

But even if the crown prince doesn't want to see the Jiang and Song Second Mansion rebuilt, he won't send Wan Xiao to prevent him from taking Song Wan's mansion back.

Unable to guess the mind of the person in front of him, Jiang Xingjian had an intuition that this matter should not be slow.

"My lord, please take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Xingjian missed Wanxiao and walked towards him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, Wan Xiao followed closely behind and blocked in front of him again.

Jiang Xingjian sneered: "What does the governor mean?"

Wan Xiao's eyelids were still drooping, as if he hadn't woken up: "I don't see other people's husbands and wives reunited, and I feel uncomfortable watching it."

"..."

Jiang Xingjian's eyelids twitched, but he couldn't find any words to answer for a while.

The strange way said that the eunuch's thoughts were treacherous and dark, and now it seems that this is true.

Jiang Xingjian snorted coldly: "The governor continues to be unhappy, and I forgive you for not being able to accompany me."

Just as he was about to force his way in, Jiang Xingjian saw Song Fu coming from a distance, and walked straight towards the two of them.

"My Lord, why are you here?"

Song Fuchao bowed to Wan Xiao, Wan Xiao put his hands down from his sleeves, and said with a smile on his face, "Master Song is here to visit Miss Song?"

"Exactly."

"Master Song, please."

The two greeted each other with a smile, Jiang Xingjian also said, "Brother."

"You are right here, I have something to find you."

Jiang Xingjian said: "I don't know why my brother is looking for me?"

Song Fu took out a few documents from his sleeve and handed them to Jiang Xingjian: "The Chengyanghou's mansion dotes on concubines and destroys his wives first, and I, the Song mansion, cannot afford this marriage. The government has nothing to do with it."

A few thin documents were held in the palm of his hand, but Jiang Xingjian felt that they weighed a thousand catties.

What he could see was only three or five sentences about the current discord, mutual hatred, etc., but it made him shiver and dare not look at it again.

"Brother, what do you mean by this? Mr. Yuezhang must have misunderstood something, please allow me to explain a thing or two to him."

Before Song Fu could say anything, Wan Xiao said with a smile on his face: "Some time ago, I heard that the concubine in Chengyang Hou's house surpassed the clan wife to take charge of the central concubine. Such absurd things can't happen even if you think about it. Good explanation, how can you allow the world to misunderstand you like this?"

Song Fu snorted coldly: "I also ask the Marquis of Chengyang to take a good look at it, so as not to mess around in the future and refuse to admit it."

Jiang Xingjian squeezed the handwritten letter of Yijue between the two governments written by Song Lan'an, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't agree."

Wan Xiao said again: "I heard that Lord Hou guards his body like jade for the concubine's room in the mansion. It is rare in the world to be so pure and pure. This matter is also too absurd. Don't forget to explain this matter."

Jiang Xingjian's face was ashen, he looked at Wan Xiao coldly and said, "Master Wan Du is busy with the trivial affairs of other people's house, so why not go and wash off the smell of sheep, wolf and greed on the people of Dongchang."

Hearing this, Wan Xiao was not annoyed, and raised his arm and put it under his nose to smell it: "I don't think there is a fishy smell, but Chengyang Hou has a powdery smell on his body, which is very pungent."

"you……"

"Jiang Xingjian, that's enough."

Song Fu interrupted the conversation between the two: "Wan'er has been your widow for six years, if you still have a conscience, and you still have three parts of a man's blood, you should not think about torturing her anymore."

"It's not easy for women, let her live."

After finishing speaking, Song Fu stretched out his hand towards Wan Xiao, inviting him to enter the house for a cup of tea.

Wan Xiao smiled and said, "My mouth is dry, so it's good to take a rest."

The two left, leaving Jiang Xingjian alone standing outside the courtyard.

The autumn wind blew the Chinese books in his hands and rattled, he lowered his head and saw a few numbers flashing past his eyes.

"Fate karma failed, see this separation."

"Signed books, everyone returns to their own ways..."

"Everyone pays back their own way..."

Jiang Xingjian murmured in a low voice, and then a sharp pain in his heart made his eyes sour and his tongue bitter.

"Master Hou, your empress said that you must bring your wife back to the mansion today, whether it is tied or not."

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Tao Hong spoke eagerly.

"That's it."

Jiang Xingjian smiled faintly, his voice hoarse: "That's all."

"It's not easy for women, so what if you let her live."

He is reluctant, unbearable, and unwilling, but he is afraid.

He was afraid that he would fall into that person's soft words, and he was also afraid that he would torture her and himself again because of the guilt of not being able to face his father's unrevenge.

He was afraid that Jiang Man would use Song Wan as a raft for the struggle between the two governments in the future, and he was also afraid that he would not bear her.

The person he admired in childhood, he dared not hate, nor did he dare to love.

Perhaps now, is the best ending for the two of them.

Jiang Xingjian touched the broken white jade plum hairpin in his arms, and walked away slowly.

The marriage between young mandarin couples was supposed to be a good marriage, but because of power and profit, they couldn't join hands all the way, holding hands for a hundred years.

He has no regrets, no resentment, no pain, no desire, and naturally he can't love...

What Song Fu said was right, as long as he still has a trace of manliness, he should let her go, and he should also let him go.

Jiang Xingjian looked back at the vermilion door for the last time, and left with a wry smile.