The Red Mansion's Doting Wife Maniac

Song Yuting covered her mouth and chuckled, "I didn't blame you, what are you doing in such a panic?"

Hearing this, Han Bowen looked up at her.

Looking at each other, Han Bowen cleared his throat, "Miss Song came to Tanzhe Temple alone to offer incense?"

"That's not true, I came with my sister." Song Yuting said.

Han Bowen thought of the young woman he met in the restaurant on the Lantern Festival, she was also a dignified and elegant woman.

"Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea and talk slowly?" Han Bowen said.

Now that the two are engaged, there is no need to avoid suspicion.

What's more, this is Han Bowen's study room, and there are people guarding it inside and out on weekdays, and no one who is not open-eyed rushes in rashly.

Song Yuting was able to come in, probably because she was recognized, and no one outside dared to stop her.

"After walking this way, I'm really thirsty." Song Yuting came down Han Bowen's ladder.

Han Bowen's bamboo house here is not simple, it can be said that although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.

He led Song Yuting to sit down and poured her a cup of tea, "The tea leaves are crude, maybe they are not as good as what girls usually drink at home. Quench your thirst."

Song Yuting took the tea and took a sip, "Although it's not the best tea, it's not a shame to serve guests. Mr. Han is really humble."

Han Bowen said shyly, "I dare not take it."

"I heard that Mr. Han likes to come here to paint?"

"Yes."

"What are the paintings? Can I have a look?" As for her portrait, Song Yuting thoughtfully didn't mention a word.

Han Bowen said, "Of course."

This bamboo house can be regarded as his studio. He started to learn painting when he was six or seven years old, and achieved some success when he was 11 years old. In the past two years, his paintings have become the best among his peers.

There are quite a few paintings he has drawn, and only the ones he is satisfied with will be framed and sent to the bamboo house.

Some were given to classmates and friends, and the rest were kept in the bamboo house.

He dragged a box over, opened it, and there were scrolls inside.

"Did you draw this?" Song Yuting asked.

Han Bowen said, "This bamboo house only houses my own paintings."

He did collect some paintings by famous artists, but they were all kept at home, not in the bamboo house.

After all, as long as the works of famous masters are valuable, if they are placed in a bamboo house, wouldn't they be stolen?

As for his own paintings, he didn't think they were worth much.

In addition, the bamboo house is also guarded at night, so it is not afraid of people stealing.

Song Yuting took out the picture scroll in the alley to look at.

After watching for a while, Song Yuting realized something was wrong, "Why... are they all flowers and plants?"

Han Bowen was startled when he heard the words, and lowered his eyes, "These are some beautiful things I saw while walking outside, so I drew them down."

As for why they were all flowers and plants, he avoided the important ones and didn't explain.

Song Yuting glanced at him, didn't speak, and then looked down.

She probably already had a guess in her mind.

After reading all the paintings in the box, Song Yuting put them back.

Drinking tea calmly, he suddenly asked, "Is that painting just now the first portrait you painted?"

Han Bowen nodded subconsciously, "Yes..."

Before he could finish speaking, he came to his senses and raised his eyes to meet the smiling eyes of the girl.

Han Bowen: "..."

be cheated.

He looked away, cleared his throat, and drank his tea with his head down.

"The painting is very good..." Song Yuting drank tea, feeling happy, "I like it very much."

Han Bowen suddenly raised his head and met her smiling eyes, his heart beating uncontrollably.

"Then... I'll give it to you." Han Bowen said.

Song Yuting shook her head, "Give me my portrait?"

"Don't you like it?" Han Bowen said in a daze.

Song Yuting glanced at him and said softly, "What an idiot."

Han Bowen was startled, and realized that what Song Yuting likes is not painting, but...

he……

Han Bowen blinked, as if a ball of cotton was stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

"Cough cough..."

"Uncomfortable? Have a cup of tea to moisten you." Song Yuting poured tea for him with a smile.

Han Bowen felt rather embarrassed.

"Thank you." Han Bowen drank all the tea in his cup in one gulp and choked.

Seeing his dumbfounded appearance, Song Yuting wanted to laugh even more.

"Girl, my aunt has finished applying for a lottery and is ready to go back home. She is looking for a girl to go back with her." The voice of the big maid next to Song Yuting weaving paintings came from outside the room.

Song Yuting raised her voice, "Here we come."

She stood up and said goodbye, "My sister is still waiting for me, thank you Mr. Han for your hospitality today."

Han Bowen got up quickly, "I'll see you off."

Although it was to send her off, Han Bowen just sent her out of the bamboo house, and stopped after passing the bamboo forest.

Although the marriage is settled, but after all, they are not yet married, and it is inevitable that they will be discussed if they are seen.

Song Yuting waved at him, "You go back, there is no need to send it off."

Han Bowen hummed, and stood there watching her leave.

It was an accident to see Song Yuting today.

Song Yuting in his impression was a gentle and quiet girl.

But now Song Yuting is very lively, even a little naughty.

He thought about it, and suddenly his heart ached.

How hard did Song Yuting suffer, so that the lively and mischievous Song Yuting changed into the gentle and peaceful appearance later?

To say it is gentle and tranquil, it would be better to say... lifeless.

Han Bowen took a deep breath, and couldn't help frowning when he thought of Mr. Tan's family.

It's not a gentleman's action to see death and not save him, but he and the Tan family have a deep feud, and the only blame is that this son of the Tan family was cast in the wrong baby.

Han Bowen originally felt a little guilty for this innocent son of the Tan family, but now he felt that his brain was flooded.

Can the couple of the Tan family raise any gentleman?

Maybe a hypocrite.

Thinking about it this way, Han Bowen felt more and more that his thoughts had gone astray.

Putting the affairs of the Tan family behind him, Han Bowen packed his things and went home.

He took that portrait of Song Yuting back and framed it, and it hung in his study.

On the other side, Song Yuting returned to her sister Song Miaoyan and got into the carriage together.

On the way, Song Miaoyan rubbed her forehead, "Have you gone to see Mr. Han?"

Since he is Song Yuting's future husband-in-law, Song Miaoyan naturally sent someone to inquire about her sister's marriage.

Han Bowen has a bamboo house in Tanzhe Temple, which is specially used for painting.

"Yes." In front of her sister, Song Yuting had nothing to hide.

Song Miaoyan sighed, "You just got engaged, the sixth ceremony is not over yet, you should be careful, don't let someone hold the conversation and ask others to talk about it."

"There are not so many pilgrims in Tanzhe Temple, and there are people watching outside the bamboo house, so nothing will happen." Song Yuting said.

Song Miaoyan sighed when she heard the words, "Then you have to be careful."

"I see... sister." Song Yuting said, drawing out her voice.Pen fun library.

Song Miaoyan took a deep breath, "Come on, I've talked too much, you should think I'm annoying."

"Don't talk about me, what did my sister come to ask for today?"

Song Miaoyan touched her stomach when she heard the words, "When I gave birth to Xian'er, I hurt my body, so that after six or seven years, I have never had a pregnancy letter again. I mean taking a concubine, but I still feel a little uncomfortable in my heart."

Hearing this, Song Yuting frowned slightly, "The fate of women here is destined by heaven, why should my sister bother? Besides, didn't you just ask the imperial physician to take a pulse a few days ago? What did the imperial physician say?"

"The imperial doctor said that my health has long since recovered, so don't worry..." Song Miaoyan rubbed her forehead and sighed, "I'm afraid that my husband told the imperial doctor and deliberately lied in front of me to comfort me."

She took her sister's hand and said, "Ting'er, do you think I can never have children again?"

Song Yuting hugged Song Miaoyan's arm and said, "Sister——"

"Don't think so much about your brother-in-law..." Song Yuting couldn't find a suitable word to describe and swallowed, "In short, since the imperial doctor said that you are fine, don't put so much pressure on yourself. Xian'er, based on Xian'er's excellence, even if you can no longer have children, who will criticize you?"

Song Yuting had never seen a child as smart as Chen Yunxian.

Song Miaoyan said, "Xian'er is the only one under my knees, and I'm also afraid of his loneliness. Heng'er in the second room is too boring. Although Xian'er doesn't dislike him, she doesn't like to be with him either. He is always so lonely at home. I'm worried about being alone..."

"This..." Song Yuting didn't know what to say.

"Since the imperial doctor said that you are in good health, you will definitely be able to have children. You can still have children in your 40s and [-]s. Sister, let her go."

Song Yuting paused, "Besides, Xian'er doesn't want you to be so sad all day long, does she?"

This is true.

Song Miaoyan took a deep breath, "That's the only way to go."

"My sister just drew lots, what kind of lottery?" Song Yuting changed the subject.

When Song Miaoyan heard the words, she smiled and said, "It's a lottery, saying that I can get what I want."

"Look, sister, isn't this all good news? Don't think too much about it." Song Yuting said hastily.

Song Miaoyan thought about it, so she smiled and chatted with Song Yuting.

Song Yuting followed Song Miaoyan to Chen's house for two days before returning home.

After that, Song Yuting often went to Tanzhe Temple to offer incense, mostly to see Han Bowen in the bamboo house.

Han Bowen was a little embarrassed at first, but gradually got used to seeing Song Yuting come to his bamboo house every now and then.

They met in private, and they always avoided people, but they didn't spread the word.

The two are not very old, Han Bowen is fourteen, Song Yuting is thirteen, waiting for Song Yuting and Jian will have to wait for two years.

But Han Bowen is not afraid to wait.

The relationship between the two is deepening day by day, and they are looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival starts from the [-]th day of the holiday for two days, and the [-]th day starts school.

Song Yuting secretly went to the bamboo house of Tanzhe Temple on the [-]th day, and stayed with Han Bowen to accompany him to paint.

Since getting engaged, Han Bowen has been painting Song Yuting most of the time.

Song Yuting bumped into him painting herself quite a few times. At first Han Bowen was a little embarrassed, but the more times she did, the more comfortable she became.

The next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Song Yuting stayed at home to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her family and admire the moon.

It was a peaceful night.

Early the next morning, Song Yuting received the news that her sister was pregnant again.

She hurriedly went to Chen's house to see Song Miaoyan.

"elder sister."

Song Miaoyan was already awake, seeing her rushing over early in the morning, she said amusedly, "I'm fine, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"I heard that you fainted, why am I not worried? How is your health? What did the imperial doctor say?" Song Yuting's series of questioning made Song Miaoyan confused.

She froze for a long time before laughing, "It's okay, it's okay, everything is fine."

"It's fine..." Song Yuting breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at her sister's belly, "How many months? How is the fetus?"

"It's been almost three months, and the imperial doctor said that the fetus is stable." Song Miaoyan said.

"That's good."

Song Yuting sat down on the edge of the bed, "Looks like I can have a little nephew again."

"I wish it was a girl, as cute as Yingying."

Song Yuting laughed when she heard this.

"Sister Wan's Yingying is cute, but her little nephew is also very cute." Song Yuting sighed, "Xian'er has been smart since she was a child, and she is not cute at all."

Song Miaoyan smiled and said, "If you like it, you can give birth to one yourself in the future."

Song Yuting blushed, "Sister——"

"Having children is a very normal thing, what's there to be ashamed of?" Song Miaoyan smiled lightly, "You are so shy that you still go to Han Bowen every now and then?"

"How did sister know?" Song Yuting asked with a blushing face.

Song Miaoyan glanced at her, "Sister, I have come here, how can I not know you?"

Song Yuting's marriage has to wait for two years, how can the little girl resist not seeing her sweetheart?

Can't wait to get tired of being together every day.

"No outsiders know?" Song Yuting said.

Song Miaoyan shook her head, "Why would I say such things to the public? But you have to be careful, you meet too often, you will be bumped into sooner or later."

"I see, sister." Song Yuting said.

Song Yuting could still listen to the advice, so she restrained the number of times she went to Tanzhe Temple, and went every ten days and a half months.

However, Han Bowen still gave her presents every now and then. They were not expensive, but she liked them very much.

What matters is the heart.

The end of the year was going well, but something disappointing happened.

Song Yuting's sister-in-law, Sun's natal sister, just got married two or three months ago, and she is Tan Yichun, the only son of Taichang Temple Minister Tan Jinggen.

Unexpectedly, just a few days ago, this Tan Yichun went to the brothel with a few classmates, and did not return overnight.

Hearing this, the Sun family was furious.

Being able to get married with the Song family, the Sun family is not a small family, how can they bear this tone?

Dare to do such a thing as soon as the marriage is settled, isn't this a slap in the face of the Sun family?

I heard that they are talking about retiring the engagement, but the Tan family is still unwilling to resign, saying that there are so many talented people who have gone to brothels throughout the ages, why are they so fussy.

When Song Yuting heard her sister-in-law talk about it, she was a little suffocated.

"The elder sister of the Mrs. Tan family is Princess Zhongshun. The Tan family clings to the rich and powerful. They should have known that they are not a good family. If Tan Yichun was not really outstanding, my mother would not have picked him. It is simply unreasonable." Song Yuting's sister-in-law, Sun Shi, was furious. pole.

Song Yuting was so bored that she went to Tanzhe Temple in the name of Shangxiang.

It was the end of the year, and she never thought that Han Bowen would be in the bamboo house, but just wanted to be alone, so she went to Han Bowen's bamboo house.

Unexpectedly, Han Bowen was also here.

Seeing Song Yuting coming, he was slightly startled, and immediately got up to welcome her in.

"It's cold outside, come in and warm yourself."

Song Yuting entered the house shivering, and sat down by the charcoal basin, the heat blowing over her face, dispelling the chill from her body.

"How come you came in such a cold day?" Han Bowen poured her a cup of hot water, "Drink to warm up."

Song Yuting took it, sighed, and talked about the Sun family, "Now my sister-in-law's family is going to divorce, but the Tan family refuses, it's really shameless."

Han Bowen lowered his eyes, "If you want to divorce, there is no way out."

"Oh?" Song Yuting raised her eyebrows, "Do you have a solution?"

Han Bowen grinned, "My method is a bit sinister."

"Shameful?" Song Yuting was slightly taken aback, "How do you say it?"

Han Bowen lowered his eyes and said, "Princess Le Jia, the eldest daughter of Prince Shun, you should know her."

Song Yuting frowned upon hearing the words Princess Lejia, "What are you talking about her for?"

Not to mention all the princesses and princesses in the royal family are proud and arrogant, but this Princess Lejia is really savage and capricious.

King Shun is the eldest son of His Majesty, and he is about to reach his thirties now.

The prince was gifted by heaven and has been intelligent since he was a child.

But King Shun was able to fight against him in court, and now many courtiers felt that the crown prince's position was unstable.

Because of this, Princess Lejia, as the only daughter of King Shun, is very arrogant.

Song Yuting was unwilling to deal with this princess, and she didn't even want to hear about her.

"Doesn't Mrs. Tan think that her son is so good that even a princess is worthy? Although the daughter of King Shun is only a princess, she is also a noble daughter of the royal family. If she is worthy of being a princess, that is the Tan family's high praise." Han Bowen said.

Song Yuting frowned, "But the marriage has not been retired yet."

"Then the Tan family will have to retreat." Han Bowen said with a smile, "If there is a choice, the Tan family would prefer to marry the daughter of King Shun instead of the second daughter of the Sun family."

As far as the Tan family likes to cling to the rich and powerful, it is obvious who they will choose.

Song Yuting and Han Bowen looked at each other, and vaguely understood what he meant.

No wonder what he said was a bit sinister...

After thinking about it, she actually felt that the unruly and ruthless Princess Le Jia was a good match for the son of the Tan family who liked to spend the night in brothels.