Bondage

In the evening, it started to rain in Shangjing, and the misty mist moistened the breeze to make people sleepy. Song Wanban was lying in the room sniffing the smell of the grass outside the window and was slightly lost in thought.

Occasionally, a burst of damp air hit the tip of her nose, and the subtle coolness disturbed her even more.

"Miss, the new bedding and your little coat are ready..."

Heng Zhi stood beside the couch with a pile of red clothes in her arms, calling Song Wan softly.

Song Wan turned his head to look at the little red gown embroidered with Bing Dilian, and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

Both the master and the servant were silent, but one carried a large square lacquer tray and the other entered the door carrying a stack of men's clothes.

"Miss Hengzhi, something from Lord Hou."

Lingyun smiled sweetly, put down Jiang Xingjian's clothes, told the servants to prepare hot water, and then left slowly.Heng Zhi pursed her lips and looked at Heng Wu, and they both lowered their heads together.

Only Nanny Zhao knelt on the southwest side with her palms folded, thanking Mantian gods and Buddhas in her mouth.

The young lady of her family is finally consummating the house with Master Hou. If she can give birth to the son of the Hou family, the young lady will have something to rely on in the future, so even if the Lord Hou accepts another three or five concubines, the young lady will not be afraid of anything.

"Miss, Master Hou has entered the hospital."

Song Wan froze, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of the skirt: "Is there any movement at the Xiuyan Pavilion?"

Heng Zhi shook her head, Song Wan pursed her lips, looking dazed.

After a long time, she slowly got up and walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom was steaming with heat, and the scent of bluegrass in the bath disturbed Song Wan. She couldn't help but walk behind the embroidered screen, and propped up the window casually.

The humidity outside made her nose and eyes sore.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Song Wan sat on the embroidered couch and waited blankly.

When Jiang Xingjian entered the room, only Mammy Zhao had a smile on her face, and Heng Zhi and the others all looked very dull, which made him suppress the inexplicable excitement in his heart.

"Where's grandma?"

"Miss is in the bathroom."

Jiang Xingjian's face was reddish, and he turned around and sat on Song Wan's Babu bed.

There are a few soft pillows on the bed, perhaps because they are filled with flower petals, there is a faint fragrance everywhere.

He casually tugged at the newly changed mandarin duck quilt under his body, Jiang Xingjian's jaw tensed slightly, suddenly feeling nervous for no reason.

"There is no need to wait, you go down."

Jiang Xingjian spoke in a low voice, and the maids slowly retreated. Seeing Heng Wu's hesitation, Zhao Mama stepped forward and pulled him out.

He was the only one left in the room for a moment, and the silence was palpitating.

There was no sound in the bathroom, and Jiang Xingjian knew that she had a bad heart, so he didn't urge her, just stood quietly outside the door and waited.

Looking at the figure reflected on the door, Song Wan's eyes turned red.

She and Jiang Xingjian were married by fingertips since they were young, and everything they learned and did in their [-] years of boudoir was prepared to be Jiang's wife. She knew Jiang Xingjian was her husband before she was enlightened.When she was young, she only felt that her future husband was a modest gentleman, unparalleled in the world.

So she was willing to be a widow for six years with a white jade plum hairpin carved by him.

But now...

The figure outside the door remained motionless, and Song Wan gritted his teeth without getting up.

The two faced each other in silence, until the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the noise of the rain was so exciting that Jiang Xingjian lost some patience and knocked on the door lightly.

"Wan'er?"

Song Wan pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

Jiang Xing was slightly anxious: "Are you okay? If you don't make a sound, I will go in."

The man's footsteps came forward, and when he was about to open the door, Hengwu shouted loudly from outside: "Master Hou, Master Hou, Aunt Lin is here to look for you!"

Hearing this, Song Wan stood up quickly from the bed, wiped his cheeks carelessly and said, "I'm fine, husband can go and get busy first."

Her tone was urging, which made Jiang Xingjian pause for a moment inexplicably.

"Master Hou, Aunt Lin is here to find..."

"Take her back to the room."

Jiang Xingjian's forehead tightened, and now he only heard of Lin Jiayue's name, which would also make him feel unspeakable discomfort.Many times, he wondered if it was worth giving up Song Wan for the firearm.

Heng Wu wanted to say something more, but Jiang Xingjian's eyes were fierce, and she swallowed back the words that were full of her stomach.

"Open the door."

Jiang Xingjian lost his patience and reached out to pull the bathroom door.

But as soon as it was opened half an inch, there was a thud inside, and it was closed again.

"Song Wan."

Jiang Xingjian's tone was low, and when she remembered that she had rejected her grandmother's last words, she became more and more annoyed.He added some strength to his hand, and unexpectedly pushed the door open.

Song Wan arrived at the door, but was pushed back two steps suddenly by him.

She was still wearing regular clothes, and the pearl hairpin on her head was still in place. Jiang Xingjian lowered her eyes, suppressing the emotions in her eyes.

She really doesn't want to get close to him...

"Jiang Xingjian."

When Song Wan didn't know how to express his position, Heng Zhi helped Lin Jiayue and walked in.

It was raining heavily outside, Lin Jiayue was drenched, and she stood timidly behind the two of them.

The death of Aunt Jiang Jingtong and Aunt Zhou made her fully understand how inappropriate her actions were. She imagined the world too simply and beautified many harsh and heavy worldly concepts on her own.

But this is at the price of two lives for tuition.

Lin Jiayue was so thin that she had big cat-like eyes, but now she looked even more pitiful.

"Jiang Xingjian, you promised me."

Dou Da's teardrops rolled down, scalding the apex of her heart.

She couldn't lose Jiang Xingjian, if she lost Jiang Xingjian, then what would all her actions and the two lives of Jiang Jing and Aunt Zhou become?

Lin Jiayue stepped forward to hold Jiang Xingjian's hand, Jiang Xingjian lowered his head, and saw that she was wearing a thin gauze cover.

Song Wan raised her eyes, glanced across Lin Jiayue's face, and then frowned.She didn't see the color of love in the other party's eyes, Lin Jiayue's eyes were full of confusion and obsession.

Jiang Xingjian pulled her hand away and said softly: "You are sick, I will ask Hengzhi to take you back."

"I'm not going back."

"I can't go back, where should I go?"

Her body was soaked, and the dripping water stains formed a circle on the soles of her feet, as if she was imprisoned by invisible shackles that were hard to escape.

"Jiang Xingjian, keep your promise, and I will keep mine too."

Lin Jiayue suppressed her sobs, and smiled slightly: "Come back to Xiuyan Pavilion with me, how about I take you to see the firearm in five days?"

Jiang Xingjian's eyes were obscure, Song Wan gestured to Heng Zhi, and after seeing her put on a clean outer robe for Lin Jiayue, she said softly, "Go prepare the umbrella and send Master Hou and Aunt Lin back to Xiuyan Pavilion."

Lin Jiayue looked back, and suddenly avoided Song Wan's gaze in embarrassment and panic.

Heng Zhi supported Lin Jiayue, Heng Wu moved neatly and waited at the door with an umbrella open, Jiang Xingjian looked at Song Wan with a sneer, and then Fang helped her out.

When the two returned to Xiuyan Pavilion, Jiang Xingjian asked her to rest, but Lin Jiayue took off her clothes and hugged him tightly.

Jiang Xingjian wanted to hide, but Lin Jiayue cried and kissed him on the lips: "Don't go, I have nothing but you..."

She really couldn't live without Jiang Xingjian.

Holding the man's thin waist, like a drowning man tightly holding the driftwood in his hand, Lin Jiayue cried and pulled him to the Arhat bed, and raised his hand to unhook the rope buckle that tied the curtain.