"Ancestor, the uncle is back."
"Ancestor, uncle, he is back..."
A slightly old and rich voice burst out from the gatehouse of Chengyang Hou Mansion, and immediately the servants in the outer courtyard became confused.
Mrs. Jiang was leading the female family members of the Hou family to listen to a play in Haitang Garden, when she saw the old nanny crawling in with tears streaming down her face.
The cry of sadness mixed with excitement was extremely pitiful. Before Song Wan could collect his thoughts, he saw two people walking in from the door.
The man among them is tall and tall, with eyebrows as sharp as swords.
He still looks like the handsome and gentle young man, but instead of the shyness of his childhood, he has a bit more perseverance and coldness that only an adult man has. He is like a sharp sword being sheathed, holding back the aura. Sharp edge.
"Yi'er."
Mrs. Jiang rushed forward and hugged the grandson of the Hou family tightly into her arms.
The man comforted his grandmother in a low voice. When he raised his head and saw Song Wan, he was suddenly startled.
Song Wan saluted him, with many thoughts on his mind.
The Jiang and Song Dynasties had been friends for generations. She had known Jiang Xingjian for twelve years and had made an engagement since childhood. Ever since she started learning to read and work as a female worker at the age of six, she has been taught women's skills every day by the nuns in the mansion, just to prepare herself for becoming a wife of the Jiang family in the future.
But no one expected that six years ago, Jiang Xingjian and Marquis Yang of Chengdu went to the border prison to deliver food and grass. They were attacked by troops from neighboring countries and both father and son died.
And she became the youngest member of the family in Shangjing.
She was only eleven or twelve years old when she married into the Chengyang Marquis Mansion with Jiang Xingjian Ling in her arms. Now she has been a widow for six years, but her husband suddenly returned safely and brought a girl with him.
Song Wan went to look at the woman standing not far away. The woman was delicate and beautiful, with a pair of smart and pretty eyes like cat's eyes. She was wearing a green skirt with silk and soft smoke, and she had a simple hair stick in her head. The white jade beaded hairpin looks quite charming and charming.
She withdrew her gaze and remained silent.
"Yi'er, let mother take a look."
Jiang's mother held Jiang Xingjian and cried until she was out of breath. Mrs. Jiang was weeping silently on the side.
Song Wan saw the two of them crying and lost their voice, so he pointed the maid to ask someone to call the government doctor.
"Yi'er, you have been living in the open for many years without a maid or boy to take care of you. Grandma really doesn't know how you survived these six years."
Mrs. Jiang wiped away tears: "Wan'er became a widower at a young age and took care of me and your mother for many years. Now that you are back, grandma is relieved. If you and your wife can give birth to a great-grandson for grandma in the future, , old lady, my life is enough."
Mrs. Jiang said as she put Song Wan's hand into Jiang Xingjian's. Jiang Xingjian's movements froze slightly, and Song Wan sighed in his heart and pulled his hand out.
"What the old lady said is serious. My husband has just returned home and is probably exhausted. You might as well let him rest first while you and your mother-in-law calm down."
Caressing Old Mrs. Jiang's back gently, Song Wan said: "You have always been mentally ill, and your mood should not be so up and down."
After saying this, Song Wan looked at Jiang Xingjian and said: "My husband has been tired all the way and should go wash up first. It's just that you have returned home with a charming guest and you shouldn't neglect it."
Her tone did not change, and was still calm and calm. Jiang Xingjian knew that she had been withdrawn since childhood, but for some reason, seeing her acting like she had nothing to do with him, he felt quite uncomfortable.
He looked up at Song Wan and looked at him carefully.
The last time they met was the day when he left for Beijing and she came to see him off. At that time, Song Wan was only in his early ten years old. His young face was wrapped in a red fox cloak, and he looked very tender. The Song Dynasty is the home of Zhong Ming Ding Shi, and its poems and books are passed down from generation to generation. The most important thing is rules and etiquette. At a young age, she has a woman's appearance and a woman's virtues, which is very cute.
He thought that six years later, the soft little girl in his memory had long been forgotten, but he never thought that he would see her today, and all the past scenes came to his mind.
The little face buried in the fox fur in the memory is now more and more beautiful. Even though Jiang Xingjian knew that she had been beautiful since she was a child, he never imagined that she would be so shockingly beautiful now that she has grown older. .
"Brother Xingjian."
The girl's soft and sweet voice interrupted his thoughts. Jiang Xingjian turned around and saw Lin Jiayue squeezing her hands and looking at him with a look of embarrassment.
He came to his senses and introduced to everyone in the house: "This is Miss Lin. The child can return safely from the border, thanks to her."
Lin Jiayue seemed dissatisfied with this simple introduction. She opened her smiling eyes and said with a smile: "My name is Lin Jiayue, just call me Xiao Yue'er."
The little girl pursed her lips, and a pair of dimples appeared on her face when she smiled.
Lin Jiayue's face was full of smiles, but within a moment the smile froze on her face.
She didn't expect that no one would answer her at all. Jiang Xingjian's biological mother even glanced at her in a rather vague way.
Lin Jiayue's face turned red and she was a little embarrassed for a moment.
"Miss Lin is fine."
Song Wan answered lightly, offsetting her uneasiness.
Lin Jiayue looked at her gratefully. Probably because she was a widow, Song Wan was only wearing plain clothes, without any accessories on her head or body. However, the very light plain clothes and the delicate face without any makeup, on the contrary, have an air of light eyebrows like autumn water, and jade skin accompanied by the breeze.
The white plain robe hooked up to her waist, and Lin Jiayue suddenly thought of the sentence "If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as simple as before".
The other party had exquisite facial features, and her long black hair was only held up by a wooden hairpin. A section of her white and soft-skinned wrist was looming out of her plain robe, which made her, a girl, feel a little itchy just looking at her.
Lin Jiayue pursed her lips and looked at Jiang Xingjian uneasily.
"Both Yinhua Building and Xiuyan Pavilion in the mansion are empty. I wonder where Mr. Lin would like to arrange for Miss Lin to live?"
The Yinhua Tower in the outer courtyard is where guests stay, while the Xiuyan Pavilion is in the Lan courtyard.
The Lan courtyard was the courtyard where Jiang Xingjian and Song Wan shared an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard. Jiang Xingjian understood that Song Wan was asking about Lin Jiayue's identity.
He frowned slightly, looked at Lin Jiayue who looked confused, and finally said: "Place Miss Lin in Xiuyan Pavilion."
As soon as he said these words, Mrs. Jiang frowned slightly, while Jiang's mother glanced at Lin Jiayue with some disgust.
Song Wan nodded and ordered the maid beside him: "Pack up the Xiuyan Pavilion and send Miss Lin to move in."
