Bondage
Chapter 21 Struggling
"Husband."
Seeing Jiang Xingjian approaching, Song Wan smiled gently at him.
Jiang Xingjian's heart tightened and he dared not look at her.
"Have you talked to your father?"
"Yes."
Song Fu nodded, seeing the sweetness on Song Wan's face, he couldn't help but smiled and said: "There are many rules in the palace, you two are busy all day, go back to the courtyard and rest, and we will have a drink in the evening."
"Follow your brother's instruction."
Jiang Xingjian watched Song Fu leave, and the smiles on the faces of the husband and wife faded.
The two walked forward in silence, Song Wan tightly hugged the small box Song Fu gave, feeling much relieved in his heart.
After coming out of the palace, the shame and grievances that have been lingering in my heart, as well as the vague feelings and the frustration and panic of being rejected, disappeared one by one after seeing my brother.
"Ma'am, the courtyard is very clean. I want to clean it often when I come to the house, and the quilts on the bed have been replaced with new ones. If you are tired, you can go to the inner room to rest for lunch."
Entering the courtyard where Song Wan lived when he was young, Heng Zhi looked around.
Both their sisters and Song Wan grew up in this yard, and it is inevitable that they will feel happy when they revisit the old place.
"Miss, the bamboo bell you hung by yourself is still on the porch."
Song Wan glanced at the faded bell, and pursed her lips into a smile.
Since she let go of her hand, Song Wan never took the initiative to step forward again. Jiang Xingjian felt uncomfortable again when he saw that the three masters and servants entered the courtyard and no one paid attention to him.
Song Wan had already entered the house, and he also quickened his pace inexplicably, but as soon as he entered her childhood boudoir, the two of them froze at the door.
After six years away, Song Wan no longer knew what was kept in the room, and now seeing those things again, he just felt dazed.
In her boudoir, traces of Jiang Xingjian can be seen everywhere.
The two had been engaged since they were young, and she knew that her future husband would be named Jiang Yi when she was still struggling to speak.
The Hou Mansion and the Song Mansion are family friends, and they have contacts on ordinary festivals. Jiang Xingjian liked to give her some small things when she was a child, such as a copybook, a clay figurine, or a string of porcelain beads bracelets.The things are not very expensive, but most of them are exquisite and small, which she likes very much.
The set of zodiac wood carvings brought to the Hou's mansion is even more her favorite.
Twelve, four a year, he engraved for three years, and she treasured them for nine years, witnessing the engravings from rough childishness to godlikeness.
"This hairpin..."
The girl's boudoir is full of warmth and playfulness. The veils all over the room are light yellow or moon blue, occasionally decorated with one or two pieces of pink and white porcelain, which looks elegant and fresh.
On the most conspicuous mother-of-pearl dressing table in the house, there is a white jade plum flower hairpin, and a mother-of-pearl shelf of the same color is specially arranged underneath.
Song Wan's face was pale, and he regretted letting Jiang Xingjian into her boudoir.
"This hairpin... why don't you take it to the Hou's Mansion."
On the day he left Beijing, he personally put the plum blossom hairpin that he had carved for a long time on her head.It was originally intended as a birthday gift for her that year, but Jiang Xingjian gave it away early because he was afraid that he would not be able to make it back in time.
Now touching the white jade that was warm from the tentacles, he felt slightly suffocated.
To this day, he still seems to be able to feel the joyful mood he had that day.
"Widows should be clean and chaste. These items cannot be taken to the Marquis's residence."
Song Wan took back the white jade hairpin from his hand, and found a red velvet brocade box from under the dressing table and put it in. Seeing Jiang Xingjian staring at her, she thought for a while, and then pulled the hand that was about to put it back on the dressing table He came back, turned around and handed it to Heng Zhi.
"Miss and uncle, the quilt has been dried, do you want to take a lunch break?"
"Lay it on."
Getting up to enter the palace before dawn, and being left hanging in the small garden by Concubine Jiang for half a day, Song Wan felt that he couldn't hold on early.Seeing that Jiang Xingjian was very interested in her boudoir, she let him observe, and she went into the gauze for lunch.
Jiang Xingjian turned his head and saw a slender figure under the veil removing the hair ornament on her head. The girl was exquisite and slender, charming and light, and he looked away with a hot face.
Seeing that he neither went out nor wanted to take a lunch break, Heng Zhiheng Wu was in trouble for a while.
"Go down."
Jiang Xingjian lowered his voice and sent the two of them out.
He and Song Wan were the only ones left in the room for a while, but the man seemed to be extremely sleepy, now he breathed shallowly, and fell asleep.
Just now when I went to see Song Lan'an, he couldn't say a word about why he didn't come back for six years and what he did at the border.
Jiang Xingjian only felt that he had a guilty conscience, but he had to deal with it carefully.
The little thought that just came up, and because of this thought dissipated, he looked at Song Wan, who was taking a break at noon, and his eyes gradually darkened.
"Miss……"
"Ok?"
Song Wan's eyes were sleepy, and when he was awakened by Heng Zhi, he still couldn't tell what night it was.
"Young Master said that you want to go back to the Marquis Mansion and let the slaves clean your face."
"How long have I slept?"
Hengzhi lowered her eyes: "It's not half an hour yet."
"..."
Song Wan frowned and looked at Jiang Xingjian who was sitting on the embroidered pier, and suddenly felt the urge to let him go back by himself.
"Forget it, help me with my makeup."
Hengzhi re-arranged her makeup and hair, and changed into the dress Mrs. Song sent. After dressing neatly, she followed Jiang Xingjian to bid farewell to her parents and elder brother.
"The house has prepared wine and food, why not go back after finishing? We are only two streets away, so we won't be late."
Mrs. Song tried to persuade her to stay, but Jiang Xingjian said, "The Hou family is busy with affairs, and now A-Wan is still in charge of the government office, so I can't do without her."
Everyone in the Song Mansion was relieved when they heard the words, Mrs. Song asked someone to prepare a carriage, and carried Song Wan's belongings, as well as the dowry, to the Hou Mansion.Heng Zhiheng Wu also held a lot of things in his hands, and with the makeup made by Concubine Yun, Song Wan and his party today are worth as much as half of the Hou's mansion.
After returning to the Hou Mansion, she began to register and record the things that Concubine Yun bestowed and her own dowry one by one.
The detailed dowry list needs to be registered in the stalls in the mansion, and Lan Courtyard has to open up a storeroom to store these things. The total number of things is not too small. After Song Wan and the maids in Lan Courtyard are busy, it is already dark Can't see the five fingers.
"Miss, everything is in order, but one thing is missing."
"What's missing?"
"The Picture of the Two Immortals of Harmony from Concubine Yun."
Song Wan blushed when she heard this, but she knew that no one would take this thing except Jiang Xingjian.Her face turned red and then pale, and she couldn't understand the man more and more.
"That's all, record the picture album, and I will do whatever I want to do with him later."
Song Wan didn't know what Jiang Xingjian was doing with the Hehe Erxian picture, and neither did Jiang Xingjian himself.
He looked at the paintings on the desk, his face was so heavy that water could drip.
He also didn't want to be tempted by Song Wan, but...
Jiang Xingjian rubbed his face severely, feeling very depressed.
Seeing Jiang Xingjian approaching, Song Wan smiled gently at him.
Jiang Xingjian's heart tightened and he dared not look at her.
"Have you talked to your father?"
"Yes."
Song Fu nodded, seeing the sweetness on Song Wan's face, he couldn't help but smiled and said: "There are many rules in the palace, you two are busy all day, go back to the courtyard and rest, and we will have a drink in the evening."
"Follow your brother's instruction."
Jiang Xingjian watched Song Fu leave, and the smiles on the faces of the husband and wife faded.
The two walked forward in silence, Song Wan tightly hugged the small box Song Fu gave, feeling much relieved in his heart.
After coming out of the palace, the shame and grievances that have been lingering in my heart, as well as the vague feelings and the frustration and panic of being rejected, disappeared one by one after seeing my brother.
"Ma'am, the courtyard is very clean. I want to clean it often when I come to the house, and the quilts on the bed have been replaced with new ones. If you are tired, you can go to the inner room to rest for lunch."
Entering the courtyard where Song Wan lived when he was young, Heng Zhi looked around.
Both their sisters and Song Wan grew up in this yard, and it is inevitable that they will feel happy when they revisit the old place.
"Miss, the bamboo bell you hung by yourself is still on the porch."
Song Wan glanced at the faded bell, and pursed her lips into a smile.
Since she let go of her hand, Song Wan never took the initiative to step forward again. Jiang Xingjian felt uncomfortable again when he saw that the three masters and servants entered the courtyard and no one paid attention to him.
Song Wan had already entered the house, and he also quickened his pace inexplicably, but as soon as he entered her childhood boudoir, the two of them froze at the door.
After six years away, Song Wan no longer knew what was kept in the room, and now seeing those things again, he just felt dazed.
In her boudoir, traces of Jiang Xingjian can be seen everywhere.
The two had been engaged since they were young, and she knew that her future husband would be named Jiang Yi when she was still struggling to speak.
The Hou Mansion and the Song Mansion are family friends, and they have contacts on ordinary festivals. Jiang Xingjian liked to give her some small things when she was a child, such as a copybook, a clay figurine, or a string of porcelain beads bracelets.The things are not very expensive, but most of them are exquisite and small, which she likes very much.
The set of zodiac wood carvings brought to the Hou's mansion is even more her favorite.
Twelve, four a year, he engraved for three years, and she treasured them for nine years, witnessing the engravings from rough childishness to godlikeness.
"This hairpin..."
The girl's boudoir is full of warmth and playfulness. The veils all over the room are light yellow or moon blue, occasionally decorated with one or two pieces of pink and white porcelain, which looks elegant and fresh.
On the most conspicuous mother-of-pearl dressing table in the house, there is a white jade plum flower hairpin, and a mother-of-pearl shelf of the same color is specially arranged underneath.
Song Wan's face was pale, and he regretted letting Jiang Xingjian into her boudoir.
"This hairpin... why don't you take it to the Hou's Mansion."
On the day he left Beijing, he personally put the plum blossom hairpin that he had carved for a long time on her head.It was originally intended as a birthday gift for her that year, but Jiang Xingjian gave it away early because he was afraid that he would not be able to make it back in time.
Now touching the white jade that was warm from the tentacles, he felt slightly suffocated.
To this day, he still seems to be able to feel the joyful mood he had that day.
"Widows should be clean and chaste. These items cannot be taken to the Marquis's residence."
Song Wan took back the white jade hairpin from his hand, and found a red velvet brocade box from under the dressing table and put it in. Seeing Jiang Xingjian staring at her, she thought for a while, and then pulled the hand that was about to put it back on the dressing table He came back, turned around and handed it to Heng Zhi.
"Miss and uncle, the quilt has been dried, do you want to take a lunch break?"
"Lay it on."
Getting up to enter the palace before dawn, and being left hanging in the small garden by Concubine Jiang for half a day, Song Wan felt that he couldn't hold on early.Seeing that Jiang Xingjian was very interested in her boudoir, she let him observe, and she went into the gauze for lunch.
Jiang Xingjian turned his head and saw a slender figure under the veil removing the hair ornament on her head. The girl was exquisite and slender, charming and light, and he looked away with a hot face.
Seeing that he neither went out nor wanted to take a lunch break, Heng Zhiheng Wu was in trouble for a while.
"Go down."
Jiang Xingjian lowered his voice and sent the two of them out.
He and Song Wan were the only ones left in the room for a while, but the man seemed to be extremely sleepy, now he breathed shallowly, and fell asleep.
Just now when I went to see Song Lan'an, he couldn't say a word about why he didn't come back for six years and what he did at the border.
Jiang Xingjian only felt that he had a guilty conscience, but he had to deal with it carefully.
The little thought that just came up, and because of this thought dissipated, he looked at Song Wan, who was taking a break at noon, and his eyes gradually darkened.
"Miss……"
"Ok?"
Song Wan's eyes were sleepy, and when he was awakened by Heng Zhi, he still couldn't tell what night it was.
"Young Master said that you want to go back to the Marquis Mansion and let the slaves clean your face."
"How long have I slept?"
Hengzhi lowered her eyes: "It's not half an hour yet."
"..."
Song Wan frowned and looked at Jiang Xingjian who was sitting on the embroidered pier, and suddenly felt the urge to let him go back by himself.
"Forget it, help me with my makeup."
Hengzhi re-arranged her makeup and hair, and changed into the dress Mrs. Song sent. After dressing neatly, she followed Jiang Xingjian to bid farewell to her parents and elder brother.
"The house has prepared wine and food, why not go back after finishing? We are only two streets away, so we won't be late."
Mrs. Song tried to persuade her to stay, but Jiang Xingjian said, "The Hou family is busy with affairs, and now A-Wan is still in charge of the government office, so I can't do without her."
Everyone in the Song Mansion was relieved when they heard the words, Mrs. Song asked someone to prepare a carriage, and carried Song Wan's belongings, as well as the dowry, to the Hou Mansion.Heng Zhiheng Wu also held a lot of things in his hands, and with the makeup made by Concubine Yun, Song Wan and his party today are worth as much as half of the Hou's mansion.
After returning to the Hou Mansion, she began to register and record the things that Concubine Yun bestowed and her own dowry one by one.
The detailed dowry list needs to be registered in the stalls in the mansion, and Lan Courtyard has to open up a storeroom to store these things. The total number of things is not too small. After Song Wan and the maids in Lan Courtyard are busy, it is already dark Can't see the five fingers.
"Miss, everything is in order, but one thing is missing."
"What's missing?"
"The Picture of the Two Immortals of Harmony from Concubine Yun."
Song Wan blushed when she heard this, but she knew that no one would take this thing except Jiang Xingjian.Her face turned red and then pale, and she couldn't understand the man more and more.
"That's all, record the picture album, and I will do whatever I want to do with him later."
Song Wan didn't know what Jiang Xingjian was doing with the Hehe Erxian picture, and neither did Jiang Xingjian himself.
He looked at the paintings on the desk, his face was so heavy that water could drip.
He also didn't want to be tempted by Song Wan, but...
Jiang Xingjian rubbed his face severely, feeling very depressed.
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