Bondage

After Jiang Xingjian left, Song Wan washed and changed clothes and continued to look at the account books, but the cat kept meowing after waking up.

"Miss your mother?"

Putting the cat in her palm, Song Wan gently comforted her, but she didn't know if the cat was tired or felt safe, but fell asleep again in her palm.

Song Wan put it on the soft cushion, picked up the needle and thread, and sewed a cloth bell to tie it around its neck.

There are some silver dan grass in the cloth bell that can soothe the nerves, and the cat is really quiet after wearing it.

Song Wan called Heng Zhi, stroked the furry little guy and said: "Tomorrow, return it to Erfang Qingzhai, and say that I have no time to raise it now."

Although she said she was raising her flawlessly, her movements were very gentle, and Heng Zhi felt distressed when she saw it: "If Miss likes to stay, so why not? This servant will take good care of her this time, and the accident like last time will never happen again."

"Where is a matter of careful care."

Song Wan looked at the sleeping cat, and felt sore again.

In the past few days, she still seems to be able to see the golden silk tiger, and when she sleeps in a daze at night, she still feels that the golden silk tiger is by her side.It's true that she doesn't want the golden silk tiger, but she doesn't want to find another cat to replace it.

Six years of friendship, can it be replaced by saying that it can be replaced?

"You also know that golden silk tiger is very stingy. If it finds out that I have a new cat, it will be angry."

Song Wan fiddled with the cloth bell on Kitten Zai's body, suppressing the pain.

Jin Sihu died accidentally, and the culprit shouted for two days that he didn't mean it and never mentioned it again.Jiang Xingjian didn't even care about it at all. In such a big Hou's mansion, who would care about the life and death of a cat except her and Hengzhi?

If even they were in a hurry to find a new cat, they would be too sorry for Jin Sihu.

"Take good care of it, don't let it catch a cold."

After Song Wan explained, he continued to collect accounts.

On the second day, Heng Zhi took the kitten and went to the second room, but before reaching Qingzhai, he ran into Jiang Yan who came back from Fuhe Tang to greet her.

Seeing her holding the bamboo basket, Jiang Yan frowned slightly.

"I've seen Second Master Yan."

"Why are you holding it here?"

Hengzhi said: "My grandma said that she has no time to raise it now, so let the maidservant thank the second master for his kindness."

Ordinarily, the cat should not have been returned to him by Song Wan's personal maid, but when Jiang Yan saw Hengzhi, he knew that that person did not trust Jiang Xingjian, and was afraid that he would hurt innocent lives again.

Thinking of Song Wanxin's belief that he was even more important than her husband, Jiang Yan's heart trembled, his hands trembled, and it was difficult to control himself.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Sister-in-law doesn't like it?"

Hengzhi shook her head, her tone was a little sad: "My grandma misses the golden silk tiger, and she feels distressed when she sees it, so she asked the maidservant to return it to the second master, presumably because grandma knows that the cat can live a safe life in the second room. "

Jiang Yan's cheeks were slightly flushed due to excitement, but his voice was still calm: "Go back and tell your sister-in-law, and let her rest assured that there will be nothing wrong with me."

"Hengzhi thanked the second master on behalf of my grandma."

Heng Zhi handed the bamboo basket to the maid behind Jiang Yan, saluted herself and left Yulingzhai.Jiang Yan returned to his bedroom with the bamboo basket in his arms.

Picking up the cat from it, Jiang Yan looked at those amber eyes and pursed his lips and smiled: "You have some luck."

He took off the small and simple cloth bell, and looked at the smooth and fine stitches on it, slightly fascinated.

The cloth bell exudes a faint grassy fragrance, and it is quite casually made, so you can tell that it is not made by a maid.

Jiang Yan carefully held it in his palm, and said to the cat in a good mood: "She is mine now."

Haosheng played with the cloth bell for a while, then reluctantly took out a white jade box and put the things in it.Looking at an old book and a plain scarf inside, Jiang Yan's eyes showed tenderness.

When Qingzhai entered the room, he saw him leaning on the pear wood chair with his head up, his brows and eyes revealing a rare joy.

"Second Master, Aunt Liu is asking to see you."

"not see."

Hearing the word Aunt Liu, Jiang Yan's face turned cold, but before he could say another word, a shrill female voice came from outside.

A middle-aged woman with a beautiful appearance and a romantic figure came in. After only a few steps, the woman's waist seemed to be broken, and she wore seven or eight hairpins on her head. Yan narrowed his eyes.

"You're a black-hearted bastard, how dare your old lady stop you outside the yard? Even if your wings are hardened and you have the ability, don't you still crawl out of my old lady's intestines? In recent years, you have become more and more disrespectful to me. Now, how many rotten maids in this yard dare to shit on my head?"

As soon as Aunt Liu entered the room, she robbed her and uttered obscenities, making Jiang Yan's roommates all frown.

She had thought that Jiang Yan's attack on the prince was a certainty, but who would have thought that a person who should have died a long time ago would suddenly come back with a fraudulent corpse.Aunt Liu was so angry that she couldn't sleep at night and couldn't eat well when she got the rich and prosperous chicken.

What's even more hateful is that she wanted to find her son to discuss countermeasures, but she was stopped for three days.

If it wasn't for scratching the gatekeeper's face today, she still wouldn't be able to come in.

"Cowardly, there are ways to deal with me, why don't you go if you are so angry..."

Qingzhai coughed lightly: "Auntie, be careful with your words."

Aunt Liu gave her a hard look, and said with a cold snort: "Little whore, do you blame me?"

"Why did you come to our courtyard to show off?"

Jiang Yan signaled the girl in Qingzhai's roommate to go out, while he pressed the center of his eyebrows himself, the good mood just now disappeared.

"What are you asking them to do? Is there anything they can't hear? You don't know what you're busy with all day long. Do you want Jiang Xingjian, the dead head, to take the title of Marquis firmly?"

Jiang Yan sneered: "He is the eldest son of the Marquis Mansion, and the title of Xijue is justified. Don't say that I don't have the slightest idea about the position of Marquis. Even if I become the Marquis of Chengyang in the future, what does it matter to you?"

"You black-hearted little bastard, you crawled out of my intestines, I am a mother and I can't get the child's light?"

As Aunt Liu said, she stretched out her bright red nails to grab Jiang Yan's face.

Since the death of the Marquis, she was used to behaving badly in the courtyard. Although she knew that Jiang Yan didn't want to see her, but relying on her status as his biological mother, she did not make too many demands. It was just that in the past she thought that Jiang Yan would become the prince in the future. If it is so crazy today.

I thought I could still handle this son like I was when I was a child, but I didn't realize that as soon as I reached out, Jiang Yan firmly squeezed her wrist.

"What kind of mother are you? Since ancient times, which family's concubine dared to call herself the mother of children?"

Jiang Yan's hands were like iron pincers tightly pinching Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu was frightened by his eyes, and hesitated to speak.

"Don't show up in front of me if you have nothing to do in the future, and be your concubine in the mansion well. If you come to provoke me again, don't blame me for taking Liu Chengxiang to the knife."

"How dare you, what else do you want to do to your uncle? Ah..."

Jiang Yan grabbed Aunt Liu's inch-long, dark red nails and snapped them off, causing all four nails to snap off.Aunt Liu wailed in pain, but was stopped by the white porcelain teacup that Jiang Yan casually stuffed into his mouth.

"Uncle? I don't know if I dare to call him out to recognize me as my nephew."

Jiang Yan snorted coldly, and pushed Aunt Liu out of the door.

Not long after, Su Mian came in: "Second Master, there is a commotion in the big room."