Bondage

Song Nian gritted his teeth and tried to open his mouth but failed.

In the past, she only knew that people should not be self-deprecating, but now she finds that it is even more terrifying if she has no self-knowledge.

It is true that she and Song Yao are legitimate daughters, but now that the eldest sister has entered the palace, based on what the prince did before, she will definitely not stop at Chenghui in the future.If the eldest sister has a great fortune in the future, even the Song family can flourish for another 30 years without the two of them.

So the father no longer forced the second sister to marry the student named Hu, is this really a good thing?

Why did she look like her father completely gave up on Song Yao because he had a better way out?

and mother...

Listening to the bursts of noise coming from the inner and outer courtyards of the mansion, Song Nian's heart sank more and more.

The elder brother's marriage is imminent, but no one asks the mother to come out to manage the marriage for the elder brother.Not only that, in the past few days, no woman in charge has asked about the affairs of the mother's house.But the storeroom was open, and the people in the house came and went to take out and take in, and no one reported to the mother, or took the pair of cards.

Mother, this is clearly...has been emptied by father.

Looking at Song Yao who still looked proud, Song Nian bit his lip and couldn't say a word.

Why did the two of them think that no one cared or cared? The marriage between the Song and Ming mansions was slowly advancing under the orderly preparations of the Song mansion.

When the sacrificial offerings in the mansion were ready, Song Lan'an took Song Fu and Song Lan to pay homage to the ancestral world to inform the ancestors of the Song family that a bride would be added to the mansion.After offering sacrifices to the ancestors, Song Fu paid respects to the bed mother again, and after setting up the new bed with the wife and servants in the mansion, they just waited for the wedding tomorrow.

"Get up!"

With the sound of gongs and drums, Song Fu got on his horse and went to the British government to welcome his relatives.

Ming Xiang was wearing a red double-breasted wide-sleeved gown, a phoenix crown on his head and a Xia Pei, quietly waiting for Song Fu to pick him up.

She was originally a bit timid, but since she saw Song Fu in Song Wan's house last time, she has been waiting for today.

Every time he thinks of Song Fu's saying "speak slowly, talk to me, listen to me", Ming Xiang feels like his heart is soaked in honey, it's unbelievably sweet.

"Miss, uncle is here to pick up the kiss."

Mingxiang's dowry maid came to her side and whispered something, she blushed and nodded slowly, waiting quietly for Song Fu to come and pick her up.

The sedan chair went around the city for a long time before entering through the gate of the Song Mansion.

With a bang, the sedan chair landed on the ground, and a man with distinct knuckles and five slender fingers raised the sedan chair curtain, but she heard Song Fu's voice clearly in the hustle and bustle.

"I'll help you."

Mingxiang put her hands on her hands, a daughter with sweet and worried heart, but full of expectations for the future.

"This sister-in-law is so arrogant, she brought so many dowry people with her."

Song Yao snorted softly, looked at Song Nian and said, "Look, I counted just now, and there are no less than 20 maidservants serving close to me..."

"Where are you going?"

Seeing that Song Nian was about to leave, Song Yao held her hand and frowned, "The house is in chaos today, so don't run around."

"I'm going to deliver some food to my future sister-in-law."

"Ah."

"Cheng Chengcheng, you can please your future sister-in-law."

Song Yao pursed her lips, and looked at Song Nian with a half-smile, as if she was doing something stupid.

Song Nian looked down at the very festive pink-green embroidered gold peony beige on her body, then lightly adjusted the somewhat tangled lapel, and strode towards the small kitchen.

"Is the girl the second young lady of the family, or the third young lady?"

A kind-looking little girl stood at the door of the new house, and when she saw Song Nian, she opened her mouth to ask enthusiastically.

Song Nianyang smiled sweetly: "I'm on my third trip, and I want to meet my new sister-in-law today."

Pushing forward the dim sum with the red happy characters in his hand: "I was afraid that my sister-in-law would get up early and not have time to eat, so I took the happy snacks to fill my sister-in-law's stomach."

She is small and clever, not only has a smile on her face, but also tells her sister-in-law that the whole room of the British government is bursting with laughter.

"Good girl, come in and sit down."

A kind-looking woman walked out of the room, her face was full of smiles.

After welcoming Song Nian into the new house, the woman took out a big red seal from her bosom: "My respect, and I hope the third girl will give this old servant a good face."

"Thank you ma'am."

The nanny smiled and let Song Nian go to the innermost part of the new house to meet Mingxiang.

"Sister-in-law, I'm your third younger sister. I'm here to bring you some treats. You'll remember to use some later."

Thinking of Mingxiang's difficulty in speaking, she smiled and left without any entanglement.

When Song Nian left, all the maids and women in the room were full of praise for her.Who wouldn't like a sweet-mouthed little girl?

Mingxiang was also very happy to see the plate of congratulations, and she appreciated the first kindness she would receive from her future husband's family.

The night was getting dark, and the noise outside the house was getting closer and closer, Ming Xiang bit his lip and twisted his fingers, full of shyness and fear.

"I met my uncle."

The voices in the room came and went, and Mingxiang heard a gentle male voice slowly say: "Today is hard work."

The nanny who came here as a dowry with Mingxiang smiled and said that it was not hard work, and when she was about to win the favor with the uncle, she saw Song Fu's expression darkened.

"I have something to ask."

Seeing his serious face, everyone in the room, including Ming Xiang, raised their hearts.

"When you were in the British government, was there a rule in the government that your lady was not allowed to speak?"

The woman was taken aback for a moment, thought carefully before saying in a hoarse voice: "Miss...because she is not in line with the aristocratic family, when she is outside, she will indeed restrain the young lady when she talks."

Song Fudao: "I don't know the rules of the British government, but after we arrive at the Song residence, we don't have to and we can't refuse her to talk anymore."

She said that she was unlucky, wouldn't it make things worse if she interrupted her again and again?

Song Fu didn't like the rules of the British government in the early days, but even though he knew it before, he couldn't criticize it.Now that Mingxiang is marrying him as his wife, he naturally doesn't want to let her suffer this kind of grievance again.

"You all step back, you don't have to wait."

Song Fu didn't want Xi Po to wait by, so he sent everyone away and Fang went to Ming Xiang.

Sensing that Song Fu was standing beside her but there was no movement for a long time, Ming Xiang couldn't help feeling nervous and worried.

"Husband..."

The girl's delicate and sweet voice came from under the hijab. Song Fu was taken aback when he heard the words, and his tone softened seven or eight points instantly.

"I've got some alcohol smell on my body, I'm afraid it will smoke you."

He stretched out his hand to pick up the scale and lifted the hijab, and the girl under the hijab stared blankly at him with round smiling eyes.

Song Fu didn't know why, and suddenly laughed too.

The girl's cheeks were flushed, as if she was shy, and she looked at him obsessively as if she was shameless.

"you……"

Seen a little reserved by her, Song Fu snorted softly: "Actually...it's impossible for you."

After finishing speaking, he gently covered Mingxiang's black eyes that captivated his heartstrings with his hands, and put his lips on the girl's slightly opened mouth, which was lightly rouged.

"Well."

She was surprised, and subconsciously let out an ah, but it was just giving Song Fu the opportunity to siege her.

With one hand hooked the big red wedding curtain on the bed, Song Fu took Ming Xiangquan in his arms and fell backwards.

"Husband..."

I don't know how many times the girl has secretly called her husband, but Song Fu couldn't hear the slightest sign of bad teeth.

He propped his arms in front of Ming Xiang, and said in a low voice: "You can call a few more times, call me to listen."

After speaking, he gently covered his body.