The Red Mansion's Doting Wife Maniac

"Second Aunt, don't worry, I see, my sister is serious." Song Miaoyan smiled, "How can this important marriage matter be played around? Although my sister has made a lot of trouble, she will not joke about marriage."

After hearing the words, Mrs. Jiang pondered for a moment, "I'll go see Mrs. Han's family tomorrow. Even if Ting'er wants to, I have to ask the Han family's intentions."

"My younger sister's family background, appearance, everything is not bad, and there are countless people who want to marry me. I also met Mr. Han yesterday..." Song Miaoyan paused, "In my opinion, this Mr. Han is right. My sister should have some affection."

If she didn't like her, she would have gone into the house long ago, so why would she stand outside the private room and chat with her husband for a long time?

"Oh?" Jiang asked a few more words.

After figuring it out, I felt more or less confident, "I understand."

Song Miaoyan didn't stay at the second uncle's house for a long time, she mentioned Han Bowen's matter, and then she left and returned home.

A few days later, Song Miaoyan received an invitation from her second aunt's house.

Her second aunt held a flower viewing feast at home, and invited many acquaintances to enjoy the flowers.

The Han family was also invited.

Mrs. Han died of illness seven or eight years ago, and now Han Bowen's mother is in charge of the family.

Coincidentally, Mrs. Han just learned from her son that Song Yuting was in love with him a few days ago, and she received a post from Mrs. Song not long after.

Mrs. Han happily replied to the post.

On the day of the flower viewing banquet, Mrs. Han had no daughter, and this was another family relationship, so she went to Song's house alone.

Not to mention the eldest son of the Song family, but only the second son of the Song family. Song Xian, the second master of the Song Dynasty, is now also a second-rank Hanlin academy master, and the chief official of the Hanlin academy.

Most of the civil servants would go to the Imperial Academy, and some of the imperial examinations were too low to be eligible to enter the Imperial Academy.

As the chief official of the Imperial Academy, one can imagine how extensive Song Xian's contacts are.

Leaving aside the military officer, just talking about civil servants, at least most of them want to give Song Xian a little face.

The first room and the second room of the Song family had already separated after the old man passed away, but the two brothers had a very good relationship. The second room master Song Xian simply bought the yard next to the eldest brother's house and lived here with his wife and children.

The two houses are adjacent to each other and have close contacts.

On the day of the Flower Appreciation Banquet, there were quite a few female relatives of the Song family.

Mrs. Han met Song Yuting again, she really lived up to her name, slim and elegant, and her appearance was of the highest class.

If you really want to be able to marry and go home, it's really a high incense.

When Mrs. Han talked to Mrs. Song, she praised Song Yuting very much.

Mrs. Song beamed, "Ma'am, I'm flattered, my family is the most naughty."

"It looks pretty good to me." Mrs. Han said with a smile.

Mrs. Song also laughed.

After exchanging pleasantries, Mrs. Song asked Han Bowen, "If I remember correctly, Mrs. Han only has two sons under her knees?"

"Madam has a really good memory." Madam Han's heart skipped a beat, how did she mention her son?

Mrs. Song said, "I went to your eldest son's Zhou Ceremony back then."

"Yes."

"Speaking of which, your eldest son will be fourteen this year, right? Is there an engagement?" Mrs. Song asked with a smile.

Mrs. Han's eyes widened slightly.

It's not what she thinks, is it?

What kind of shit luck did her son have to get favored by the Song family?

"I'm not engaged yet. Last year I intended to propose marriage to him, but he didn't want to. I just focused on Danqing. I'm really afraid that he will die alone..."

Mrs. Han paused, "Speaking of which, on the night of the Lantern Festival a few days ago, Gouzi met the girl from his wife's family, and I heard that they had a chat."

"I've heard about it too." Mrs. Song recognized the probing meaning in Mrs. Han's words, and responded with a smile.

The two ladies talked to each other, and the more they talked, the happier they were.

There is already a tacit understanding between the words.

After the flower viewing feast was over, Mrs. Han was still in a dream when she got on the carriage home.

so smooth?

When she got home, she called Han Bowen.

"You really don't know that Miss Song?"

If you don't know each other, it's strange that the marriage went smoothly, right?

Han Bowen didn't understand what it meant, "What does mother mean? It was the first time I saw Miss Song on the night of Shangyuan Festival."

"First time?" Mrs. Han was thoughtful.

That's weird...

"What's wrong?" Han Bowen felt that his mother's reaction was a little strange.

Mrs. Han looked at her son and said, "Today Mrs. Song held a flower viewing banquet at home, and invited many ladies to go, and I went too. While the other ladies were enjoying the flowers, I chatted with Mrs. Song for a while, I mentioned Miss Song, and after a few words, Mrs. Song mentioned you."

"Remember me?" Han Bowen was slightly surprised, "Why?"

"Mrs. Song seems to be very satisfied with you. I tested a few words and confirmed that the Song family intends to get married. The Song family now has a girl who has not yet left the cabinet. She is about the same age as you. If I am not wrong, I can change it tomorrow." I went to ask the official media to propose marriage." Mrs. Han said.

Han Bowen was stunned.

So... easy?

"Bowen, let me ask you, do you really want to marry Miss Song? You are still young, don't mistake your affection for admiration. Once this marriage is settled, you will have to go back on your word." Mrs. Han sighed.

Han Bowen came back to his senses, and said firmly, "My son only wants to marry Miss Song, and no one else but her."

Mrs. Han was stunned, "This..."

"You heard me right, she won't marry her son," Han Bowen said.

Han Bowen also said in his previous life that she would not marry unless she was the only one.

Because of his previous life, his mother was not very willing to let him marry Song Yuting.

It's not that Song Yuting is not good enough, but that she doesn't want to cause trouble.

He is the one who is firm and will not marry unless she is the one.

Mother couldn't help it, so she nodded.

Later, his hands were broken, and his mother never resented Song Yuting, but she often cursed the Tan family for a bad death.

But at that time... he couldn't listen to anything, he was very pessimistic.

When he was sick in bed, he was led to Tanzhe Temple by his younger brother and met Song Yuting.

She apologized to him, and said that she didn't care that his hands were crippled, and she was willing to marry him, either because she was pitiful or sympathetic, or because she really wanted to marry him, nothing else.

But the more so, the more he couldn't accept it.

He became depressed day by day, his body became weaker and weaker, and finally died of depression.

He didn't know what happened afterwards, but Emperor Ziwei once said that Song Yuting had passed away.

Since she is at the end of her life, she must not have been tortured by the Tan family again.

After being reborn, he realized how stupid he was.

Abandoned parents, abandoned young brother, abandoned her.

He is a coward!

But he's not going to be a coward again.

"Then, let's pick an auspicious day tomorrow. Mother will ask the official matchmaker to go to the Song family to propose marriage." Mrs. Han really likes that girl Song Yuting.

Lively and smart...

It's attractive to look at.

"Thank you, mother." Han Bowen saluted deeply.

"My family, why are you being polite?" Mrs. Han was very funny.

Going back from the main courtyard, they met Han Xiuwen on the way.

"Brother, do I want a sister-in-law?" Han Xiuwen asked while hugging his brother's leg.

Han Bowen picked up his younger brother, "If there are no accidents, you will indeed have a sister-in-law."

"Is it my sister from the night of the Lantern Festival?" Han Xiuwen asked.

When Japan and Han Bowen chatted for a while at the door, Han Xiuwen opened the door to peek.

Seeing that beautiful sister, he liked her at first sight.

It would be best if she could become his sister-in-law.

Han Bowen was startled when he heard the words, "Did you see it?"

"Yeah." Han Bowen has always loved him, and Han Xiuwen is not afraid of his brother finding out that he peeped at that sister.

Han Bowen's ears turned red, "Don't be so rude in the future."

Although my younger brother is still young, it is very rude to spy on other people's girls.

Han Xiuwen was reprimanded by his elder brother, his face was pale.

He never peeked at the beautiful sister again.

"You are also five years old this year. It's time to go to school. I'll ask my grandfather tomorrow. You and I will go to Baihe Academy."

Han Xiuwen: "..."

As for? !

When it comes to studying, Han Xiuwen has no room for bargaining.

Two days later, Han Xiuwen was forced by his brother to go to Baihe Academy with him.

Although Han Bowen's knowledge is not profound, it is enough to teach his younger brother.

Therefore, Han Xiuwen's learning progress is not bad.

In early February, the Han family chose a few days and invited the official media to come to propose marriage.

The Song family and the Han family had a tacit understanding, so naturally they would not refuse the marriage.

The marriage was settled.

After the marriage was settled, Han Bowen's hanging heart fell.

During the two-day Qingming holiday, Han Bowen went to Tanzhe Temple to paint during the day on the fourth day of the junior high school.

There is a bamboo house in the bamboo forest of Tanzhe Temple, which is a place where he specializes in painting.

After the Shangyuan Festival, he has been studying in the academy and has no time to paint at all.

This was the first time he came back to Tanzhe Temple after the Yuan Festival.

He has always been good at drawing some flowers and plants, but he has never drawn people.

In the past and present, the only person he has ever painted is Song Yuting.

Now standing in the familiar bamboo house, his mind is full of Song Yuting standing under the lanterns on the night of Shangyuan Festival.

Bright and dazzling...

When he came back to his senses, he had already drawn the picture that was etched in his mind that night.

Looking at the dried ink, he put down his pen softly, planning to find a time to frame the painting.

He turned around and was about to have a cup of tea, but he didn't expect a girl in red to stand behind him, so scared that his legs gave way and he sat on the ground.

"Hahaha--"

"fool!"

The girl's clear and cheerful laughter came from the ear.

The voice was too familiar.

Han Bowen suddenly raised his head and met those smiling eyes.

"Miss Song?"

Song Yuting laughed enough, and stretched out her hand, "It's me, am I that scary? You're so scared that you're sitting on the ground, why don't you get up?"

Han Bowen blushed, held her hand, and stood up from the ground.

Reluctantly let go of the soft jade hand in his hand, Han Bowen dared not look at her.

"Why is Miss Song here?"

This is his place, even if pilgrims pass by, they will not come in.

"I came to Shangxiang today, and I met Xiuwen. He said you were here, so I came here." Song Yuting raised her eyebrows, "Why? You don't want to see me?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant..." Han Bowen explained in a panic, "I just didn't expect to see you here."

Song Yuting smiled and leaned over to look at the desk, "I heard from Xiuwen that your paintings are very good, what are you painting?"

Han Bowen was taken aback for a moment, and by the time he realized it, it was too late to stop it.

Song Yuting had already seen the portrait on the table.

She was startled, her cheeks were stained crimson, and she glanced at him, "You have a really good memory."

It was just a hasty side that night. After so long, he was able to draw her from that night based on his memory.

Han Bowen was at a loss, "I, I didn't mean to offend, it's just..."

He just thought that Song Yuting was so beautiful that night, and when he realized it, he had already finished painting. He liked to paint her in his previous life.

At that time, her brows and eyes no longer had the vivacity of her childhood, but she was much calmer.

Song Yuting on the night of Shangyuan Festival was a beauty he had never seen before.