Bondage

Just after Yin time, Song Wan got up and prepared to enter the palace to face the saint's makeup.

"Your hair curling technique is the best, so you don't need to work so hard."

Song rolled up and saw that Lu Zhu hadn't slept all night, and her hair tied up with vanilla all night couldn't help feeling distressed.

Luzhu smiled and said: "I haven't tied hair for a long time, this hand is not born at 01:30, but fortunately there is vanilla here this night, so that I can regain some feeling."

Just as he was speaking, Lvzhu took a drop of jasmine fragrance dew on his wrist with a white jade spoon, and rubbed it gently until the fragrance was released, then he lifted Song Wan's hair and tied it up gently.

"The servant girl chose the Chaoyun Jinxiang bun for the young lady. It is said that the peony hair should be tied up when entering the palace, but the dowry in our house does not have matching head and face jewelry, so it really can't support the rich and noble appearance."

"Although the old lady and his wife sent a few sets, they are rich and rich, but not vigorous."

Song Wan half-closed his eyes, a little sleepy: "I like green bamboo, so I'll let you decide."

She also knows that green bamboo is in trouble.

The Hou Mansion is now struggling to make ends meet, and most of the jewelry heads sent by the old lady and Mother Jiang are their dowry. Although they are expensive, they are not new, and the colors and styles are not suitable for her.

And she married into the Hou's mansion as a widow, and in the dowry, not to mention jewelry, head, face, rouge and gouache, there was not even any colored material.

Ordinarily, when Jiang Xingjian returned to Beijing, the Song family should give her a new dowry, but the fact that both father and brother went to the mountain villa with Sheng to escape the summer heat was delayed.

"Miss, do you see if it works?"

Green Bamboo softly called Song Wan, and Song Wan looked up at himself in the bronze mirror, a little strange.

"I have been wearing a simple bun for six years, and I feel a little uncomfortable wearing a hairpin by chance."

The girl in the mirror is swaying in golden begonias, and against the backdrop of ruby ​​pomegranates and emerald hairpins, she looks extremely beautiful and charming.Her skin is whiter than snow, and her skin is as white as fat, and now she only needs to dress up a little, which makes the peonies and peonies in the room lose their color.

Song Wan pursed her lips, her eyes curved into a slightly restrained smile.

"Miss is so beautiful."

Heng Zhi and Heng Wu took their clothes and entered the room, and they were amazed for a moment when they saw Song Wan with makeup on.

For the clothes, Song Wan chose a concubine's red neon skirt embroidered with silver and blue clouds. Now she is barely considered a newlywed, so it is appropriate to wear red.

By the time I get dressed, the sky is getting brighter.

Jiang Xingjian was waiting in the courtyard, he was also dressed in concubine red today, Song Wan came slowly with the support of Heng Zhi, the two of them standing together really had a sense of match made in heaven, a natural fit.

"Madam please."

Jiang Xingjian picked up the emerald brocade sedan chair in the courtyard, and Song Wan sat in after saluting.Before lowering the sedan chair curtain, she saw Jiang Xingjian was blushing from behind her ears to her neck.

Song Wan pursed her lips, a little bit ashamed on her face.

The four women carried the sedan chair to the outside of the Chuihua Gate, where there was also an empty sedan chair for the accompanying maids.After Heng Zhiheng Wu sat in, the four women who carried the sedan chair stepped back, and the other eight young servants with good looks and sharp legs came from him.

The sedan chair went to the corner gate of the Hou's mansion, and the woman in the mansion held up a blue gauze curtain to cover a gauze wall. Only then did Heng Zhiheng Wu get out of the sedan chair and serve Song to get into the carriage.

Jiang Xingjian sat on the carriage and stretched out his hand to help Song get into the carriage.

Song Wan's face was reddish, and she gently placed her hand in the man's palm.

The space in the carriage was cramped, and the two of them were dressed cumbersomely, so their knees would inevitably touch each other if they couldn't stretch their bodies.

Jiang Xingjian only felt that the weather was sultry and hot today, and a little sweat appeared on his face after a while. He lifted up the corner of the soft gauze to take a breath.

Song Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the palms on his knees were a little hot due to tension.

The rules of entering the palace are cumbersome, and the two of them waited at the palace gate very early. When the sage came, Jiang Xingjian felt that his inner clothes were almost torn through.

When he got off the carriage, he stretched out his hand to catch Song Wan, and the two palms touched each other with burning heat, so hot that they both let go again.

"lady……"

Jiang Xingjian's throat tightened, and he coughed lightly to relieve the embarrassment.

Song Wan was still in the car, Heng Zhi wanted to step forward to help her, but Jiang Xingjian was one step ahead of her, grabbed Song Wan's slender waist with one hand, and half hugged Song Wan out of the car.

The two had never been so close before, the girl's body was full of fragrance, and the light floral scent dyed the man's cold ambergris, quite intoxicating.

When Song Wan landed, Jiang Xingjian stopped immediately.

Heng Zhi looked up, and saw that her young lady and uncle seemed to have walked in a smoke cage, both of them were scarlet from head to toe, and her young lady's earballs looked like they were about to bleed.

Jiang Xingjian has not yet become a noble, and is only a white body. The Holy Majesty will call two people into the palace, mostly out of sympathy for his courtiers.After asking a few words about the situation that day, and giving some gold, silver and jewels as a token of comfort, he went to deal with government affairs.

So Jiang Xingjian and Song Wan first went to Concubine Yun's Changxin Palace.

In Changxin Palace, Song Yuningfang shed tears when she saw Song Wan.

"Greetings, Concubine Yun..."

"Wan'er, get up quickly, my aunt won't see you doing this great gift."

Concubine Yun got down on the bed in threes and twos, wrapped Song Wan in her arms, and kept rubbing her back.

She is seven years older than Song Wan, but she is said to be an aunt but loves her mother and daughter.Song Wan was well-behaved and sensible when she was young, and she took Huanxi with her in her yard when she saw Huanxi.

But since the other party married into the Hou Mansion, the two haven't seen each other for six years.

Song Yuning hugged Song Wan tightly, her voice choked with sobs.

The aunt and nephew were talking about the past, and Jiang Xingjian was by his side until Song Yuning was worried that Song Wan would cry and put on makeup, so she stopped mentioning the sad things.

"Look at what my aunt has prepared for you."

The female officer next to Concubine Yun informed the outside, and not long after, a dozen eunuchs filed in, and six or seven boxes with a height of half a person were carried in.Song Yuning opened them one by one, and inside were all the jewelry, cloth and other things she had saved for Song Wan over the years.

"When I saw these in the past, I wanted to keep them for you. I thought it would be good if I didn't need them in the future..."

She stopped abruptly as soon as she spoke, but Jiang Xingjian understood what Concubine Yun meant, and these things were for Song Wan to be buried with her in the future.

"It's better now, and it's not in vain for my aunt."

Song Wan shied away, but Concubine Yun was very stubborn: "These are nothing, Auntie has something really good for you two."

Concubine Yun said: "I specially asked for this from Taoist Erhuan. When you return to the Hou Mansion, hang it in the room to get a good fortune."

Song Wan took a painting from the female official, and seeing Concubine Yun asked her to open it, she thought it was some famous handwriting, so she opened it unprepared.

Jiang Xingjian stood aside to help her hold the scroll, and both of them blushed when they saw the content in the painting.

The painting shows a pair of golden boy and jade girl. The golden boy is holding a bright red peach, and the jade girl is holding a lotus leaf and a lotus flower.In terms of painting skills, the characters in this painting have a naive demeanor and a complete body and spirit. At first glance, it is a work that can be passed down from generation to generation.

Just this picture...

Song Wan closed the painting in a panic, but forgot that Jiang Xingjian was still holding the bottom axis with one hand, and almost tore the painting for a while.

Seeing this, Jiang Xingjian held Song Wan's hand without haste, and silently comforted him before putting away the picture of the two immortals in his hand.

The picture of two immortals in harmony is the two immortals that must be enshrined in the wedding night of the bridal chamber.

Jiang Xingjian pinched the picture of Hehe Erxian in his hand, and suddenly his throat itched.