Bondage

"Miss, Aunt Lin just went to the ceremony room to deliver the post today, and all the matters of the road festival were done according to the order of the lady. It is a little strange that she sent two copies of the letter."

Delivered today?

That's what she thought.

Song Wan smiled lightly, knowing that what he said yesterday would definitely make Lin Jiayue stand out.

"I'm a little scared now. With Lin Jiayue's irresistible and thoughtless temper, if she really takes control of the Hou's house in the future, I don't know if it will implicate me."

Hengzhi pursed her lips, feeling a little worried.

"Miss, do you want to save more time?"

"I kept it myself."

Song Wan pouted his chin lazily, unexpectedly hesitating in a rare way.

"That's all, it's boring to walk left and right to this point, and then retreat."

Picking up the colored thread on the desk, Song Wan tied the thread.

Just now, after seeing Mrs. Lang, Zhao Mama told her that brother went to Shanglinyuan to look for Jiang Xingjian a few days ago, and the two fought fiercely.Moreover, Jiang Xingjian was read by the censor, and it was his father who contributed behind the scenes. Thinking of this, Song Wan couldn't help but feel happy.

What Mrs. Bai said is indeed correct, her husband's family is useless, and it is serious to have a capable mother's family and father and brother.

"Heng Zhi, do you think it's better to make the nets into blue and snail green, or dark blue and dark blue?"

Hengzhi lowered her head slightly: "This servant thinks that Dailan is more suitable for the young master."

Song Wan nodded, took out a roll of dark blue thread from the basket, and began to fight.

It took two days to tie the net for Song Fu, and Song Wan hadn't got up yet when he was scolded by the uncle of Jinxiang.If it wasn't for the woman in charge of the outer courtyard to come to Shanglan courtyard, she might have to sleep for a while.

"Grandma, please save this old slave."

Lu Zhu stepped forward to help Song Wanwan get dressed, and the woman said anxiously when she saw this: "The uncle of Jinxiang sent people to pull two dung trucks here early in the morning, and poured their heads on the gate of our house, and the two women cursed It's so ugly, it's... actually, you and the Song family are involved, Grandma."

A trace of confusion flashed in Song Wan's eyes: "Dung truck?"

"Yes." The woman slapped her thigh fiercely: "There are many people gathered in front of the gate of the mansion, and the weather is hot now, if the sun comes up, it will be steaming..."

"It's done, it's done, stop talking, it's really disgusting."

Heng Wu pinched his nose, as if he had smelled something strange: "You won't come back when you scold me? This Jinxiang uncle's mansion is too unruly, how dare you talk about our grandma and Song's mansion? Find one or twenty You don't know how to send someone away like a mother-in-law?"

"and many more."

Song Wan said with doubts: "For no reason, why would the uncle of Jinxiang do such a thing during the funeral?"

"Invite people in first, and then make a decision after I have inquired carefully. As for the filth outside the gate of the mansion, find a servant to clean it up first, and each person who participates in the cleaning will be rewarded with five hundred coins."

The woman in charge quickly nodded yes, and hurried out.

After a while, she came in with two strong women in mourning clothes.

As soon as the two of them entered Lan's courtyard, they uttered obscenities, so harsh that even Song Wan couldn't open his eyes.

"Make tea for the two sisters."

After finally finding an empty space, she interjected: "The two sisters have worked hard, but I don't know why today's incident happened? There may be some misunderstandings, so why not open up and talk about it, if there is something wrong with the Hou family , so that I can find an opportunity to apologize to the Jinxiang Bofu."

"Hmph, how dare you bother Mrs. Hou to condescend and make amends for our Jinxiang uncle's mansion?"

Even though the woman said so, she casually threw out two pieces of paper and threw them in front of Song Wan. Heng Wu was about to get violent when Heng Zhi grabbed her.

She knew something about today's incident, it must have something to do with Aunt Lin, but she didn't know what trouble Aunt Lin caused, which caused people to come to the door to scold and throw shit.

Handing the two pieces of paper to Song Wan's hand, Song Wan took a quick glance, her pretty face turned red immediately.

This is an euphemism written by Lin Jiayue and herself. Lin Jiayue clipped it into the three postings for the ceremony room and sent it to the Jinxiang uncle's mansion together.

Not to mention her ugly handwriting, the title and name of the deceased was completely wrong, and there was an absurd error on it.

No wonder the other party came to the door, if her family was humiliated like this, they would also come to ask for an explanation.

Song Wan was so ashamed, her cheeks were ashamed as if they were about to burn.

"I didn't ask someone to add this text to the sacrifice, and the Hou Mansion has absolutely no intention of humiliating it."

Folding the thin paper in his hand and putting it away, Song Wan's eyes were full of guilt: "I will definitely explain this matter to Uncle Jinxiang's mansion, and please report back to Uncle Jinxiang and wait for two days."

Seeing that Song Wan's face was full of shame and remorse, the two women looked at each other and went out, yelling and cursing.

After the people left, Song Wancai sat on the couch in a panic.

"Miss, what did Aunt Lin write to make the Jinxiang uncle's mansion so angry?"

Song Wan rubbed his cheeks to let the heat go down a bit, and then opened the euphemism written by Lin Jiayue and pointed it out to Heng Zhi: "This...doesn't conform to the way of writing the euphemism at all, it's just that it doesn't conform to the format, Jinxiang The elder uncle's daughter-in-law's name is Lu Wan, and her husband is a fifth-rank prisoner and inspector and secretary."

"Wives of the fifth rank are named Yiren, but in order to respect the deceased and increase their mourning, funeral ceremonies will vainly elevate the fifth-rank Yiren to the fourth-rank respectful person."

"Regardless of the spirit card or the offerings before the spirit, the correct way to write it should be the Lu Shigong of Chengmen, but Lin Jiayue wrote the name of the deceased as Lu Gongren throughout the entire article..."

Song Wan saw his eyes full of mourning, his cheeks full of tears, and his best friend Lu Gongren, and felt his eyelids twitch violently.

She deliberately provoked Lin Jiayue that day, and really wanted her to force her to intervene in the condolences. She set a few small traps in the text and the road memorial post. If you understand the rules, you will know the deep meaning. But if you don't understand, I'm afraid there will be some jokes.

But Song Wan's original intention was just to make Lin Jiayue think she had caught some of her small mistakes, so she could sue Jiang Xingjian, and she could use the excuse of being unbearable to be humiliated to completely push back the matter of Zhongfei.

But what Song Wan never imagined was that Lin Jiayue didn't understand anything, and just because she was provoked by saying that she was not qualified to participate in the affairs of other provinces, she dared to take up a pen and write an essay, and even sent it directly to the Jinxiang uncle's mansion go.

"What's even more exaggerated is..."

Heng Wu exclaimed in surprise: "Is there anything more excessive?"

Song Wan said with a bitter face: "Here, I think she copied it according to my copy, and wrote the sentence after the official family and nobles as after the eunuch..."

"what……"

Hengzhi patted her head and wailed: "Miss, if I remember correctly, this uncle Jinxiang's mansion has been in decline for a long time. In order to find a way out, a few years ago a grandson of his family worshiped Eunuch Duan of Dongchang as his godfather." ……right?"

"Yes."

Song Wan covered his eyes and murmured: "So in the eyes of the Jinxiang uncle, we deliberately came to humiliate and provoke at the funeral."

"The dead are the most important, even if the two governments have a blood feud, they don't do things like this..."

Heng Wu said: "Even slaves know how to hit people without slapping them in the face, and swearing at them without revealing their faults. I'm afraid the uncle of Jinxiang will hate us to death, and it's likely that we will end up in a situation where we will never stop dying in the future."