Bondage

Only three days after returning from the barren mountain, Jiang Xingjian was indeed transferred to the Shenshu camp by the saint.

Lin Jiayue could no longer keep track of the secrets of firearms, so she could only write down the infinitely tedious process of making firecrackers, and told Jiang Xingjian the modified gunpowder ratio.

After getting what he wanted, Jiang Xing simply threw himself into the Shenshu camp and did not return home for several days.

Since he left, Lin Jiayue has been sitting in front of the porch of the Xiuyan Pavilion in a daze every day, a person who could not be idle in the past, but now is frighteningly peaceful.

Occasionally passing by the yard, Song Wan was quite uncomfortable seeing her appearance.

Hengzhi fanned Song Wan, while Hengwu sat beside her embroidering flower shoes, the room was quiet, far less lively than it used to be.Grandma Zhao and Vanilla and Green Bamboo were sent away from the Marquis Mansion one after another, and when she occasionally thought of the three of them, she always felt uncomfortable for a while.

"Grandmother, a young master from Pingcui Temple has come. It seems that your previous request has been answered."

"I'll see you."

Song Wan got off the couch and invited in Master Lingyu from Pingcui Temple in the mansion.

Although Lingyu is a monk, but because she is enshrined by the Marquis Mansion, she can't be said to be out of the world of mortals, because she thinks that people speak and act very cleverly and smoothly.

Song Wan asked Hengzhi to make tea, and then invited Lingyu to the inner hall, and said, "I don't know if Master Qingshuang has any response to the question I asked a few days ago?"

"Back to grandma, master asked Lingyu to give this thing to you, and the rest of Lingyu don't know."

Song Wan opened the thin paper Lingyu sent, which contained an address, which was a dilapidated nunnery. She looked at it and suddenly smiled.

"Please trouble little master, I will ask the maid in the courtyard to deliver incense offerings in a while."

Lingyu left with a smile, but Song Wan sat on the couch rather lonely.

She originally wanted to seek Master Qingshuang's help, and use her practice to escape from the world temporarily and avoid the disturbances of the Hou's residence, but she didn't know that the monks would bow their heads and refuse so simply and properly.

He didn't even give any prevarication reasons such as revealing words, or the fate of the world, and just told her that if she could go out, she would have a place where she could lead her practice.

Throwing away the note in her hand, Song Wan finally admitted that she had nowhere to go.

"Forget it, I also know that others are hopeless."

Conquering complicated thoughts, Song Wan led Heng Zhiheng Wu to live a semi-reclusive life in the Lan courtyard.

Jiang Xingjian went to the Shenshu camp, Mrs. Jiang was seriously ill, and Jiang's mother spared everyone's morning and evening sleep, and stayed alone in Fuhetang.Lin Jiayue sat in the corridor all day long, and she didn't look for trouble everywhere like she used to, which made everyone in the mansion quite boring.

Concubine Jiang in the palace sent a female officer in charge to handle the affairs of the palace with Huai Su every day, such a peaceful life gave Song Wan the illusion of returning to the time when she was a widow.

Because she is used to quietness, she is especially greedy for the leisurely time now.

It's just that time flies, and the Marquis Mansion in August has to be busy again, and the most important thing is to present the mid-autumn festival ceremony to Duan Yiting, the palm print eunuch, and to enter the palace to meet several empresses and saints.

Ordinarily, the affairs of the imperial court or dealings with courtiers should not have anything to do with Song Wan. In previous years, it would be good for the stewards of the mansion to go to the Duan Mansion to lay down the etiquette, and then say a few auspicious words to the porter, but this year I don't know. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, the Hou Mansion actually received a letter from Eunuch Duan, saying that he would pay a personal visit to the old lady.

Duan Yiting was originally a down-and-out scholar, who had a little knowledge of scriptures and historical records, but he was hit by something when he was young, and he became a eunuch by eunuch.He is careful and good at listening, and is very good at manipulating people's hearts. Both the former emperor and the current emperor have full confidence in him and are highly favored.

However, it is said that this person fought fiercely with Eunuch Wan of Dongchang a few years ago, and he has not appeared in front of people for a long time, but now he suddenly became interested in the Hou's Mansion for some reason.

The inner prisoner in the palace is different from the male outsider, since Duan Yiting said that if he wants to visit the old lady in person, he is going to enter the back house, so the Hou's mansion naturally needs to host a banquet.

In this way, all female family members, especially clan wives like Song Wan cannot avoid it.

In the past few days, the Hou Mansion has been busy making clothes and shoes for the people in the mansion, and it has been cleaned up and down, inside and out.But even so, when Duan Yiting arrived at the mansion, Song Wan was also quite anxious.

"Miss, the kung fu of a servant girl is not comparable to green bamboo."

"No problem."

Looking at herself in the bronze mirror dressed in thick clothes, Song Wan slowly showed an elegant and gentle smile.

It's just that the smile only lasted for a moment, and then quickly faded away.

"Miss, Eunuch Duan has been recuperating in the palace for a long time. Except for the 15th day of every month when he would greet the Holy Majesty, he has not appeared for a long time. Why did he suddenly come to the Marquis's Mansion?"

Heng Zhi half squatted down to put on jewelry for Song Wan, but she had doubts in her heart, so she couldn't help asking.

Song Wan shook her head: "I don't know either."

Duan Yiting is cunning and suspicious by nature, moody and angry, and has become even more capricious since he got older.

It's not uncommon to talk and laugh with others one day, and to ruin your family the next day.But in the same way, it is not uncommon for you to be indifferent to you before, but then you suddenly like you very much, and there are many examples of pulling the chickens and dogs up and down the whole house.

But regardless of the former or the latter, it is not a good thing for Song Wan.

"It's okay to talk about other things. I'm afraid Concubine Jiang did something to drag Eunuch Duan onto the boat."

Duan Yiting's visit to the Marquis' Mansion today may not be a sign, with his support, the fifth prince will definitely increase his chances of winning by two points.

"Where's the veil I asked you to prepare a few days ago?"

"It's ready, the servants will go get it."

Heng Wu held a piece of soft silk, Song Wan lowered his head and sniffed it lightly, only smelling a faint fragrance of flowers on it.

In the early years, I heard that someone gave Duan Yiting two pots of rare peonies, but it caused him a rash and itching.Later, in a fit of rage, he found an unfounded charge and dispatched the gift-giver to the south, but he has not returned yet.

In order to prevent the Hou Mansion from climbing up to Duan Yiting, Song Wan has been soaking the silk with red and blue flower water for nail dyeing since a few days ago.

Song Wan stood up and asked Heng Zhi to dress her up, and then walked out of the courtyard with lotus steps.

Today the Hou's mansion is extremely lively, the main hall is full of masters and masters, even Lin Jiayue and Huai Su are accompanied by the maidservant, attending together.

For a while, people came and went, so it was very lively.

Jiang Xingjian was waiting to welcome the guests in the outer courtyard, while Jiang Yan was sitting by the door, chatting with a few juniors in the mansion who were still studying ethnology.

Before Song Wan entered the door, he saw him with a soft expression, listening to a few little ones chattering and showing off their homework.

The immature childish language made people laugh, but Jiang Yan's eyes were full of seriousness and patience, seeing this scene, Song Wan couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Sister-in-law..."

When the younger ones saw her coming in, they saluted one by one. After Song Wanhui's salute, Jiang Yan said: "Sister-in-law, please slow down."

"A few days ago, Guanshi Liu came back from the south of the Yangtze River. He brought a lot of sharp objects. My brother has sent them to various houses in the mansion. This is for my sister-in-law."

Jiang Yan picked up a stack of books from the table, rubbed them a few times with lowered eyes, and handed them to Qingzhai behind him.

Song Wan glanced across the maidservants in the room, saw that there were indeed a few of them holding pens and ink in their hands, then motioned for Heng Zhi to take it, and then smiled: "Second Master Lao, thank you Guanshi Liu for me."

Jiang Yan pursed his lips tightly, suppressing the corners of his lips and restlessness that wanted to be raised, and nodded warmly: "My brother knows."