Bondage

Before the mid-autumn feast, the Marquis of Chengyang was busy making moon cakes, melons and fruits, and hanging lanterns for silk.

Song Wan and Heng Zhiheng Wu were sitting in the room pasting lanterns, she saw that the lanterns were elegant and wrote a few words, she was busy when a little maid came outside to report that Mrs. Song had arrived.

Asking people to clean up the things, Song Wan went to the main hall of Lan Courtyard.

Yesterday Song's mother sent someone to send a post, but Song Wan didn't know why she came to visit around this big festival, the Song family should be busy at this time.

After welcoming her into the door, Song Wan poured tea for her and sat obediently aside.

Mother Song took a sip and sighed, "I don't want to come here to look for you either, because the mansion has nothing to do now."

She stared at Song Wan, and said bluntly: "Do you know what Fu'er did to get you out of Chengyanghou Mansion?"

Song Wan looked up at Mrs. Song.

"The marriage between the family and the British government has been settled. Your elder brother and Miss Ninth have exchanged invitations, and the book of rites has also been sent. Your father asked him to visit in Zhongqiu, but he refused to agree no matter what."

Song Wan frowned and didn't say a word.

The Song Mansion pays attention to etiquette. The British government is a brother-wife family. It is necessary to visit at the house during the big festival. Now that the marriage has been fixed, it is better to go to the mansion to meet. If you don't go, not only will you lose the name of the Song Mansion as a heir to the family of poetry and etiquette. It is also tantamount to a public insult to the British government.

If this is the case, the two families will become enemies instead of marriages.

"You have known etiquette since you were young, and you should understand that this gesture is very inappropriate."

"Recently, your elder brother only cares about looking for a house in Shangjing, and he didn't hesitate to disobey your father for this. I feel uneasy when I see it."

"Fu'er has just entered the bureaucracy, if people know that he is so rebellious, against his biological father for his sister, not only your reputation, but also his official career will be ruined."

Mrs. Song took out a land deed from her bosom, and gently pushed it in front of Song Wan: "The house Fu'er chose for you is not far from Zhitong Temple in the suburbs of Beijing."

"I have inquired about it before, and it is a very beautiful and comfortable place."

"I know that your brother and sister have been close since childhood, and I also know that you will never agree to his nonsense."

"It's easy to talk about in the Song Mansion, but if you throw it outside, it shouldn't be ashamed. Mother doesn't want you to be a married girl and bring down the reputation of your mother's father and brother."

"And even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your own children, and your brother's future children."

"Bringing your elder brother's unborn child into trouble, and bearing the name of unfilial father, mother guesses that you will not bear it."

"In a few days, there will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Before entering the palace, your elder brother will also go to see the lighting. If you see him, please persuade him."

After Madam Song finished speaking, she got up and wanted to leave, but Song Wan said: "Mother's tea is not finished yet, why don't you just sit down."

Knowing that she had something to say, Madam Song sat down again.

"Brother Wan'er understands his temperament best. He will never disobey his father. Besides, brother has always kept his promises, and he will never agree to the marriage of the British government and then go back on his word."

Picking up the land deed in front of him, Song Wan smiled softly: "It's indeed a good place, bro, don't worry about it."

Carefully putting away the land deed, Song Wan looked at Mother Song: "Mother is the continuation of my father. You married late, and I don't know that brother's temper is normal. But as a member of the Song family, you rebel every time you say it, and do nonsense every time you say it... You really don't know etiquette. A little bit."

"Before we wait for outsiders to pour dirty water on us, why are you in a hurry to label brother as unfilial?"

"My mother said that my brother would not go to the British government, so why not say that my brother did not do what the family promised?"

"Since the mansion broke the contract first, it's human nature for brother to do so."

Song's mother frowned when she heard the words: "What do you mean, you agree with your elder brother to take you out of the Hou's mansion? Do you know that there is no woman who has not been divorced and divorced in the second mansion of Song and Su for a hundred years?"

Song Wan pinched the handkerchief and pressed her lips tightly. Seeing her like this, Mrs. Song's tone softened a bit: "It's normal for a girl to have a little trouble getting married, not to mention you, no matter how noble you are, it's not going well. When you are angry."

"You don't have any heirs yet in the same city as Marquis Yang, it will be fine when you have heirs in the future."

Song Wan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Which woman in the world can have everything go her way? If she is clamoring for her father and brother to take her home because of something that doesn't go well at 01:30, wouldn't the world be messed up?"

"Mother advises you to be patient."

"The child knows."

Song Wan got up and sent Mother Song out of Lan Courtyard.

Hengzhi was waiting carefully, but she didn't dare to go forward.

Heng Wu was impatient, and hurriedly asked: "Miss, let's forget about it?"

"Calculate?"

Song Wan murmured: "In the past, I was only afraid of bringing down the reputation of the children of the same clan in the mansion, so I tolerated and abided by my duty everywhere. But now because I care about this false name, I am so tired that my brother is ruled by others."

"One day when I am in the Hou's mansion, my brother will be worried for a day, and will be controlled by others for a day."

"I worry about my life and death. I really don't want my brother to be led by the nose for the rest of his life."

"I'm a clan, but I only killed my closest brother, what's the reason for that?"

Song Wan picked up the title deed on the table, smiled lightly and said: "The mansion knows that I value reputation and family, so we can make decisions based on this. I also know that my elder brother values ​​love and commitment, so that the two of us will be implicated, check and balance each other, and serve each other. The shackles are really a good plan."

Handed the title deed to Heng Zhi: "Check where this location is."

Heng Zhi took the title deed and left the hospital to inquire.

Lan Yard's dowry has almost been sent away, and now the only thing she can't let go of is that room of books.

Looking at the study room, Song Wan reluctantly packed up some rare copies that were really hard to find.

She can't feel sorry for the Song family and the girls of the Song family, but her brother and aunt are more important than anyone in this world. If the secular world really can't tolerate her, she will twist her hair and become an aunt, so as to give the Song family a explain.

In short, even if she dies, she will never give anyone a chance to coerce her to use her brother.

Song Wan picked up the pen again, and wrote on the lantern with peace of mind, without thinking about anything else.

After the lanterns were made and hung all over the Lan courtyard, it was the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Song Wan got up early in the morning and began to prepare the clothes and accessories for the evening banquet.Since she was going to watch the third prince lighting the lamps before going up to the sky tower, and then went to the palace for a banquet, she prepared two sets of masks.

"Miss, why did the clothes sent by the embroidery room slip?"

Heng Wu took the clothes over, only to find that there was an inch-long mark on the front of the clothes, which was scratched by something.

"See if you can make it up. If you can't make it up, I'll replace it with the patterned brocade skirt my aunt gave me earlier."

"Slave look at it."

Song Wan just nodded, but suddenly felt a cramping pain in his stomach, which was very unbearable.

After a while, thin sweat appeared on his forehead.

Hengzhi's eyes were full of worry, and she hurriedly asked the little maid in the mansion to find a doctor in the mansion.

"Grandma is eating inappropriate things, that's why she is like this."

The mansion doctor asked Heng Wu to bring over the food that Song Wan had eaten before, and after checking them one by one, he pointed to one of the plates and said, "This is goatweed."

"The veratrum is bitter and cold, and it is poisonous. My grandma suffered from abdominal pain just because she ate it by mistake."

"Who is so bold, dare to poison our young lady?"