Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

The breeze blew the curtains of the carriage, and a faint scent of hawthorn floated in the carriage. Song Wanyin saw Xiao Jingheng's handsome face from the corner of the rolled-up window.

This familiar scene took her back to her youth, when she was bored with painting and suddenly heard a knock on the window frame.

She ran to the window and saw the handsome Xiao Jingheng holding a candied haws and smiling brightly at her.

"Little Junior Sister, look what good things I brought you?"

From then on, every time she practiced music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she would look forward to the endless and varied food outside the window.

Thoughts turned back, Song Wanyin was reluctant to take the candied haws. After all, she was a married woman, and if she had contact with other men outside, it would probably cause rumors.

Xiao Jingheng held up the candied haws and said with a look of pain on his face:

"Junior sister, my arms are sore from lifting them.

If you don't take it, do you think you don't recognize me as your senior brother?"

Tian Cheng couldn't help but persuade:

"Girl, isn't this your favorite dish?

I didn't expect that the Grand Tutor was so thoughtful and even prepared candied haws."

Song Wanyin didn't want to reject his kindness, so she took the candied haws and thanked him softly:

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

A smile instantly spread across Xiao Jingheng's face, and he was overjoyed.

Every time I go out, I buy a string of candied haws.

Although I want to feed the people I care about the most, things have changed.

Unexpectedly, this time he actually met the old friend he had been thinking about day and night.

It was the first time for the attendant Jing Mo to see his master smiling so happily, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"Only the daughter of the Grand Commandant's Mansion can make His Excellency smile. He has hardly smiled in these years."

Song Wanyin's eyes sparkled, and she smiled and said:

"Brother, please go back home first."

Xiao Jingheng finally came to his senses and prepared to leave contentedly.

"Jing Mo, prepare the car."

Jing Mo replied with a distressed look:

"Sir, our carriage is broken. I'm afraid you'll need to ride back home on horseback."

Xiao Jingheng usually rides in a carriage and rarely rides a horse. When Jing Mo brought a white horse, his hairband fluttering in the wind, he raised his leg in a graceful manner and prepared to mount it.

The next moment, he was caught off guard and stepped on empty stirrup, nearly falling to the ground. Fortunately, Jing Mo was quick to catch him.

Xiao Jingheng was thinking only of Song Wanyin, and looked a little absent-minded, but he was stubborn and refused to need Jing Mo's support. He climbed onto the horse's back with great effort.

"Gee, gee, gee."

After shouting for a long time, the tall horse was still standing there, motionless.

Song Wanyin couldn't help but remind him:

"Brother, you should first gently kick the horse's belly with your foot, then pull the reins, and the horse will naturally run."

In order to save his dignity, Xiao Jingheng said seriously:

"Junior sister, I know. I'll go ahead and we'll see you later."

After saying that, he squeezed the horse's belly hard and tightened the reins. The horse raised its hooves and neighed, then started running at full speed, as fast as lightning.

Xiao Jingheng was greatly alarmed and tried to stop the horse, but his limbs were baring their teeth and claws, and he was flapping his legs and feet like a goose with its fate strangled by the throat.

Jing Mo was surprised. He didn't expect his master's horse riding skills to improve by leaps and bounds. He jumped on the horse and chased after him:

"My Lord, wait a moment, your servant..."

Song Wanyin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Unexpectedly, my senior brother, who is always serious, has a funny side.

The bad mood caused by the assassination just now disappeared in an instant.

Tian Cheng was stunned by her beautiful smile and couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"Girl, you haven't laughed like this for a long time since the master and the old lady passed away."

Song Wanyin pulled down the curtain and ordered the driver to go home. The wheels of the carriage left a long trail of tracks in the snow.

Not far away, a graceful figure wearing a red fox fur coat looked at the scene and sneered:

"Haha, Song Wanyin, since you were able to investigate my Haitang Villa.

I knew that you must have an expert protecting you.

So the killer moves around me have just begun."

After returning to Qingzhu Garden, Song Wanyin came to the bedroom and properly placed the sword he brought back.

She wanted to confirm her guess, so she decided to catch the turtle in the jar.

Fortunately, she asked Master Biao to make some changes to the Thunderbolt Double Axes in advance.

Tian Cheng received a letter sent by carrier pigeon and immediately showed it to her master:

"Girl, it looks like a letter from Master Biao."

Song Wanyin read the contents of the letter carefully. She found that Mr. Biao had deliberately let the assassin go according to her instructions.

The assassin was injured this time and failed to take her life, so he will definitely come back again.

At night, the moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the quiet garden. The big red lanterns hanging on the corridor seem to cover the earth with a mysterious veil.

Song Wanyin had just finished bathing and changing her clothes when she heard the voice of Madam Zhuang greeting her outside the door.

"Madam, I have been ordered by the Madam to bring you a bowl of Tremella, Red Dates and Lotus Seed Soup to nourish your blood and skin.

The Madam is very concerned about Madam's injury, and specifically told me to send it to you."

Seeing that she was still around, Tian Cheng said unhappily:

“Don’t worry about my girl’s injury.

If you have nothing else to do, Madam Zhuang, please go back."

Madam Zhuang still did not give up and said:

"Madam, I have been cooking the Tremella, Red Dates and Lotus Seed Soup for a long time. If you don't drink it now, it will get cold.

After all, this is the good intention of the lady, even if the lady does not accept it.

I'm afraid the Madam will be sad, and it will be difficult for me to report back."

Song Wanyin wanted to confirm her suspicions, so she asked Tiancheng to open the door and invite her in.

"Since it's my mother-in-law's good intention, I shouldn't be so ignorant."

Soon, Madam Zhuang came in carrying a basket. With a smile on her face, she took out a bowl of Tremella, red dates and lotus seed soup from the basket and presented it to Song Wanyin.

"Madam, please try it. It tastes sweet and delicious."

Song Wanyin looked her up and down calmly, his eyes falling on her rough hands.

Unexpectedly, I discovered that these hands were much larger than those of an ordinary woman, and were covered with calluses and some scars.

Madam Zhuang noticed her look and immediately put down the Tremella, Red Dates and Lotus Seed Soup. She quickly put her hands behind her back and smiled awkwardly:

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Madam. My hands have been doing rough work for decades and are covered with calluses. It does seem to affect my appetite."

Song Wanyin already had an idea in mind. He picked up the white fungus, red dates and lotus seeds soup and put it into his mouth under her fixed gaze.

At this time, Tiancheng, who was standing by, was very tactful. He immediately pretended to sprain his ankle and fell down at Song Wanyin's feet with a thud.

Song Wanyin took the opportunity to knock the white porcelain bowl in her hand to the ground. Glass shards flew everywhere, and the Tremella, red dates and lotus seed soup spilled all over the floor.

"Tiancheng, you are so careless. You are wasting your mother-in-law's kindness."