Bondage

Song Wan didn't respond, but all the maids in Zhao Mama's room were not happy.

After all, the young lady of their family is the daughter of the Pingzhang government office. She married with a memorial tablet and has been a widow for many years.

Heng Wu pursed her lips and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Song Wan: "Heng Zhi, take the uncle to the dressing room."

Heng Zhi nodded and took Jiang Xingjian out.

When the two left, Heng Wu pinched his waist and scolded immediately: "What? Jiayue Jiayue, she's just a little bastard who doesn't know how to be polite. Why is the uncle holding it as a treasure? The servant's clothes are wearing That's not right, I think she is not as good as a servant! Something that doesn't know how to write about etiquette, justice, and shame!"

"Miss, you didn't hear what the little vixen said to the uncle outside."

"She told the uncle that she wanted to be a couple for the rest of her life. What kind of thing does she think she is? The public self-declared her boudoir name to outside men, and those who had no match and no employment went home with the man. The little whores here are worse."

Heng Wu rolled up his sleeves, and the more he scolded, the more angry he became: "Any girl from a good family, who dares to have an affair with a man casually without a name? To do such a nasty thing, what does it have to do with a man? The difference? Even if a small sedan chair takes her into the house in the future, it will be rape first and then make peace, which is unworthy of the poor family of Bozuo, let alone our Houfu?"

"Miss, you just let my uncle lift you up and make something?"

Hearing that Heng Wu was panting heavily, Song Wan pressed the center of his eyebrows helplessly.

Mother Zhao is both Song Wan's nurse and her foster mother. Hearing Heng Wu's words, she immediately reprimanded her: "What nonsense are you talking about? You know that the woman comes from a humble background and cannot stand in the public eye, yet you let the young lady fight her with a thousand gold body. Jealousy? What kind of person has that young lady become?"

"Besides, men taking concubines have been a serious and common thing since ancient times. You are doing well now. You want to instigate the young lady to be the jealous woman who is reviled by others? What is the difference between a jealous wife and a thief in a disorderly family? In the future, such unruly words, Stop talking nonsense in front of the lady."

Heng Wu was already in a panic, and being scolded by Nanny Zhao felt that she was not worth it for the young lady.

"A gentleman does not speak behind his back, so don't talk about it in the future."

Song Wan spoke lightly, and stopped the quarrel between the two with one sentence.

Zhao Nanny glared at Heng Wu, then raised her head towards the outside of the house, Heng Wu bit her lip and became quiet when she saw this.

After all, Hou's Mansion is not Song's Mansion, and she is not comfortable speaking. If she makes mistakes in her words and deeds, it will only bring the young lady's reputation of being incapable of disciplining her servants.

Seeing her, Song Wan was still angry and said with a smile: "What are you doing here? If you are bored, go play hydrangea with Jinsihu, just be careful not to let him run out of the yard and scare the old man. My wife's starling is not good."

Knowing that the young lady loves him dearly, Heng Wu retreated silently after bowing.

It's just that she doesn't have the heart to play with the golden silk tiger now, instead she went to the dressing room in the master bedroom in two or three steps.

She can't let the uncle take the lady's things to that little bastard.

As soon as he arrived at the dressing room, he saw Jiang Xingjian pointing to a light coral skirt with brocade embroidered silver embroidery and saying it was good.

"This one doesn't work."

Before Heng Zhi could speak, Heng Wu snatched the dress back and hung it in the closet again.

"Don't you see that the whole cabinet is full of plain clothes, but this dark flower skirt is different? Madam is a widow before she can wear it, and she can't wear colored clothes for life, and she can't use rouge and gouache. It's the old lady who loves it. I gave this dress on the day of the grand ceremony."

"My wife has not been willing to wear it for so many years, so you still want to take this one?"

Being robbed by a maid, Jiang Xingjian was unhappy. He squinted his eyes and was about to speak, but Heng Zhi said: "Heng Wu has a quick temper, sir, don't be as fussy as her. It's not as serious as she said. Compared with these, neglecting the mansion Guests are rude."

Hengzhi picked out the Luo skirt from a row of plain clothes again, and took Song Wan's only set of jewelry and hair from the makeup box and handed it to Jiang Xingjian.

"It takes time for a woman to comb her hair, sir, hurry up."

The maid behind Jiang Xingjian took the clothes, and the two walked away.

Seeing that his elder sister had given away the young lady's belongings, Heng Wu yelled angrily: "You, you, you... Did you have a wrong mind when you saw the uncle coming back, so your mind became like this?"

Hengzhi's face turned red when she said it, and she stretched out her finger to poke her on the head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't want to listen to Mother Zhao saying that you were a brainless person, but now it's really true."

"I gave the dress to the uncle for my own purpose. What are you calling? Go back and comb the lady's hair and change her clothes."

Until the two of them returned to Long Xiangzhai, Heng Wu was still talking about the young lady who had no clothes other than plain clothes.Even when combing Song Wan's hair, her small mouth was still muttering non-stop like fried beans.

Song Wan smiled, and waved for the two to go down and change their own clothes.

When the room was quiet, she sat on the futon and lost her mind.

Heng Wu said, Jiang Xingjian knew that it was her jersey dress, and it was the only dress other than plain clothes that she could wear to meet guests, but she still gave it to Lin Jiayue...

The sun was shining brightly outside, but Song Wan felt that Longxiangzhai was too quiet and empty. She got up and walked to the small couch on the windowsill and sat down. Push one down.

Jiang Xingjian returned to the mansion. Tonight, Mrs. Jiang invited all the people from the East and West Mansions, as well as from the two branches of the Jiang family, to the Fuhe Hall for a banquet. You can no longer wear plain clothes on such festive occasions.

She chose a plain robe, and went to the Hengzhi cabinet to get a goose-yellow embroidered begonia soft smoked gauze bedding to put it on. Although it looked a little dull, it was not as depressing as before.

Song Wan looked at himself in the mirror, and casually took out two small hairpins of white pearls from Hengzhi's makeup box and pinned them on his head.

When Heng Zhi entered the room, seeing her young lady's appearance, she couldn't help but blush.

Their family's young lady has been raised in the Song Mansion for more than ten years, and she has suffered so much just because she married Jiang Yi, who can swallow this pain?

"Didn't you cry when you saw me wearing your clothes?"

Seeing Heng Zhi secretly wiping away tears, Song Wan comforted her softly, "I'll give you a whole set of gold-encrusted emerald heads in the future, okay?"

"Miss is used to laughing at slaves."

Heng Zhi was amused, but felt more and more uncomfortable.

Song Wan knew that she was worried about herself, but she didn't know how to comfort her. After thinking for a long time, she said in a warm voice: "I know what you guys think, but the Hou Mansion is no better than my home. There are hundreds of waiters in the Lan Courtyard. There are so many people, so you should mention it more. Don't let her be honest, I may not be able to bear it if someone catches me in the future."

Hengzhi nodded, indicating that she understood what she meant.

A woman's marriage is equivalent to leaving her mother's family, and she has to live according to the face of her husband's family. If she is respected by her husband, she can only live a little bit of life.Seeing how her uncle praised Lin Jiayue today, I'm afraid that the young lady will suffer a lot in the future.

Thinking of this, Hengzhi suddenly had a disrespectful thought.