He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows. His fingers were clearly articulated and as long as jade. The boy looked at him and secretly envied him.
A pair of hands is enough to see the grace and nobility of this man.
"Tell me how you can repay me?"
Jiang Yan leaned back, with a bit of laziness in his tone. He didn't even look at the boy, but his eyes glanced over the pure white many times.
"Returning to the Second Master, I only know that you have worked hard in managing the Marquis Mansion for the past six years without any credit or hard work. Why can Uncle Yi pick up the ready-made title as soon as he comes back? You have clearly been in charge of the Mansion in the past few years. Now, now It's a pity that Uncle Yi interfered with me when I was about to lose my title."
Jiang Yan lazily laughed: "You just think that I have held the Hou Mansion for six years and have a better chance of winning than my brother, and you want to use this to gain the upper hand. You don't need to say it so grandly."
Jiang Yan couldn't bear to see the annoying oily paper again. He stretched out two fingers and pulled out the veil that still had a faint fragrance of cold plums.
"As expected of the second master, he is really free to act."
Jiang Yan ignored his false words and compliments and carefully put the veil aside.
"First of all, I don't have time to spend with you."
Seeing Jiang Yan's impatient expression, he hurriedly said: "I've thought about it. Uncle Yi will go to the palace to apply for the title soon after he returns home. He is the direct descendant of the Marquis Mansion and his title is justified, but I really can't bear to see this injustice." , so he came up with a way to prevent him from successfully attacking the prince."
"Everyone knows that Grandma was raised by her aunt Concubine Yun. The person who has loved Grandma the most these years has been Concubine Yun. Now that Concubine Yun is favored by Long, if something happens to Grandma in the house, Uncle Yi will definitely do it. Implicated.”
Jiang Yan raised his head and couldn't help but smile a little: "Continue."
"I thought that if Grandma was found to have had an affair with someone by the palace and was punished, it would probably cause Concubine Yun to be furious."
"If Concubine Yun finds out about these things in the future, it turns out that they were all controlled by Uncle Yi, just to free up the position of legitimate wife for the girl she brought home this time. Second Master, what do you think will happen?"
"I guess?"
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was really thinking about Concubine Yun's furious treatment of Jiang Xingjian.
The young man looked happy, as if he had seen himself calling the shots and being the number one person around Chengyang Marquis.
"You are a bit impatient. Which family are you from?"
Jiang Yan stood up, picked up the plain kerchief on the table, walked to the washstand, and gently rubbed it to wash it. The young man looked puzzled, but still said: "The younger one is not a child of the family. The chief steward bought it into the house the year before last. The younger one usually works at the waiter's office and is quite familiar with the servants in each courtyard."
After washing the handkerchief, Jiang Yan took off all the famous products on the pen stand one by one and hung them up to dry.
"What is your relationship with that Western maid today?"
The boy replied: "She is my sister. The manager is kind-hearted and allowed us to enter the house together, which can be regarded as taking care of her."
Jiang Yan half-bent down, smoothing out the wrinkles on the handkerchief bit by bit, and only stood up when there were no traces left. He walked to the Baibao Pavilion, took down a bronze incense burner with a chi pattern the size of a ball, and hit the boy on the back of the head with his backhand.
Just hearing a bang, the man fell to the ground and died.
Throwing the bronze incense burner on the ground, Jiang Yan called Qingzhai in.
"two……"
Seeing a pool of blood on the ground, Qingzhai was so scared that she lost her mind. However, she did not dare to shout out and could only cover her mouth tightly.
Jiang Yan washed his hands and said, "Handle it carefully. There is a Western maid in the old lady's courtyard who is from the same family as him. You can find a reason to sell her away."
"Slave...slave knows."
Qing Zhai took a soft cushion from the room and wiped away the red blood stains on the floor, but Jiang Yan didn't care at all that there was a dead person in the study. He just lifted the handkerchief from the pen holder, carefully folded it and held it neatly in his palm.
Back in the bedroom, Jiang Yan pulled out a white jade box from the bottom of the desk and put the handkerchief in it.
No one knew what Jiang Yan was thinking, and Yulingzhai was as quiet as ever, but Lan Courtyard was quite lively tonight.
Bright red wedding candles, bright red wedding quilts embroidered with mandarin ducks, garnet red curtains, dawn red porcelain, and even silver basins and barrels tied with red silk were constantly brought into the Lan courtyard.
Song Wan looked at the main hall that was packed with piles, and let the Heng Zhi Heng Wu, vanilla and green bamboo move into the room with a dull expression.
Except for Nanny Zhao, none of the masters and servants in Lan Court looked happy.
"Miss, this quilt..."
Song Wan touched the golden tiger with its belly turned over and said softly: "There is no need to change it, just keep it in the kitchen."
"Miss."
Aunt Zhao hugged the wedding quilt and frowned: "Today is the day when you and my uncle will consummate your marriage. How can you not change the wedding quilt? If my uncle sees it later, he will think you are dissatisfied with him."
After saying that, she went to the Babu bed to organize it alone.
Song Wan guessed that Jiang Xingjian wouldn't come tonight, but he didn't bother to displease the wet nurse.
When the maid in the room saw that her master had not spoken, she followed Aunt Zhao's wishes and moved the red bedding into the inner hall one by one. As she was walking into the room, she met Jiang Xingjian head-on.
A room full of maids and women came forward to greet her, but Song Wan was the only one who sat on the beauty's couch without moving an inch, holding the weak golden tiger in his arms.
"uncle……"
The little girl was holding a big red quilt, and wedding candles scented with flowers were lit in the room. Jiang Xingjian turned to look at Song Wan, and saw her sitting there quietly in a moon-white gauze robe without moving at all. He means sleeping with him.
His eyes darkened, and there was some suspicion in his heart.
Sitting in front of Song Wan with his clothes lightly lifted, Jiang Xingjian frowned as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know whether it was the red silk that filled the room that made the atmosphere charming and ambiguous, or whether it was the wedding candles with their warm fragrance that made people fall into a trance. , he wanted to say what he wanted to ask, but suddenly stopped on his lips.
He sat too close, and the man's tall body brought a strong sense of oppression. Song Wan unconsciously hugged Jin Sihu tightly. A little blush gradually appeared on her cheeks, and her fair neck also showed a light cherry pink.
This shy and charming look made Jiang Xingjian's heart flutter.
He suddenly remembered that on the day he left Shangjing six years ago, he asked her to see her off in her name. Before leaving, he gently inserted the white jade plum blossom hairpin he had carved by himself into her head.
Song Wan was also like this at that time, with a shy look on his face but still abiding by the etiquette and not daring to get close to him.
In my impression, this man is both obedient and a bit stubborn, like a child who wants to ask for sweets but is too ashamed to ask.
The golden tiger was hugged tightly and grunted in protest. Song Wan felt distressed and hurriedly put it on the bed.
Jiang Xingjian looked at the embroidered cat nest beside the pillow and frowned.
"It rests here?"
Song Wan stood up and walked away from Jiang Xingjian, and said calmly: "Husband, do you want to tell me something?"
Jiang Xingjian said: "This is my house, I can't come?"
When Song Wan didn't answer, he calmed down and said seriously: "I really have something to ask you."
"Jia Yue doesn't understand the etiquette of the Marquis Mansion, nor does she know the common etiquette. Since you have nothing to do, why don't you teach her how to behave?"
