After comforting Lin Jiayue, Jiang Xingjian walked out of the back house.
He is not a person who loves sex, so at this time, he can't help but feel that the words of Confucius, only women and villains are difficult to support are extremely appropriate.
Lin Jiayue was crying so much that he was upset, and Song Wan...
Thinking of Song Wan, Jiang Xingjian's mind pictured her hugging the golden tiger yesterday, wanting to cry but not crying. Those eyes were angry with grievance, distressed with sadness, and seemed angry but not angry but not angry, which made his heart tremble.
Jiang Xingjian frowned.
"Brother is ill?"
Meeting Jiang Yan on the road, Jiang Xingjian asked, "Did you just come back from outside?"
Jiang Yan nodded in agreement, and then stood aside with respect between his brows.
The Hou Mansion is a family of officials, a family of calligraphers, calligraphers, and calligraphers, and they pay the most attention to ethics and ethics. Jiang Xingjian and him were not only separated by concubine, but also by elder and younger. Jiang Yan knew that he disliked rude and reckless people the most, so he had restrained himself and restored etiquette over the years, striving to be an upright gentleman and a perfect person forever.
Even when facing Jiang Xingjian, he could look calm and respect his brother from the bottom of his heart.
Jiang Xingjian looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly sighed: "I'm a little upset. You want to go for a walk with me?"
The two of them walked to the White Jade Bridge, and Jiang Xingjian said, "Thank you for your hard work these years."
"Brother, you are serious."
Jiang Xingjian turned around and saw that there was no trace of emotion in Jiang Yan's eyes, thinking that his concubine either had no interest in the title or was a very powerful person.
The invitation to go together was originally an impulse, but now after saying a few words, there is nothing left to say.
Jiang Xing paused briefly and mentioned Song Wan.
"The cat in your sister-in-law's room was poisoned to death yesterday. She..."
"Golden Tiger is dead? What happened?"
Jiang Yan's tone was slightly high, and Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't know how he knew the cat's name.
"You know that cat?"
Jiang Yan raised his eyes, and his pair of dark eyes looked extremely bright. For some reason, Jiang Xingjian suddenly remembered him that day at Fuhe Hall. A certain moment is like this, giving people a sense of violation of morbid fanaticism. But the light in his eyes disappeared for a moment, leaving him no time to think carefully.
"Brother, I don't know, but that cat is also quite famous in the mansion, and the golden tiger was originally sent from Aunt Liu to...the eldest sister-in-law's room."
Aunt Liu is Jiang Yan's biological mother. Jiang Xingjian said no more after hearing this.
There was nothing to say for a while, but Jiang Yan seemed to be interested and asked about the cat. Jiang Xingjian had no choice but to tell him about Lin Jiayue's accidental injury to the golden tiger.
Although Jiang Yan had a gentle smile on his face as he listened, the fists behind him were clenched tighter and tighter.
She treated Golden Silk Tiger like her own child, but now she was mauled to death by that frivolous bitch, and she didn't know how sad she would be.
Jiang Yan frowned and narrowed his eyes unconsciously.
Jiang Xingjian thought he was dissatisfied with Lin Jiayue's actions, and said apologetically: "Jiayue didn't mean it. This matter is really a misunderstanding."
"Brother, you shouldn't say this to your younger brother."
Jiang Yan pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but failed to speak.
He pondered for a moment, said "wait a moment" and returned to Yulingzhai. After half a stick of incense, Jiang Yan came over holding a bamboo basket.
"The cat in our courtyard just gave birth to a baby a few days ago. My brother can give it to my sister-in-law to express my apology."
A yellow and white cat in the bamboo basket was meowing non-stop, but the little thing the size of a palm was quite energetic, and it kept shouting for a while.
Jiang Xingjian pinched the back of the kitten's neck and lifted it up: "It was born well."
Jiang Yan silently took the cat back from his hand, carefully placed it on the soft cushion in the bamboo basket, and covered it with an indigo square soft mattress.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Xingjian smiled softly: "This guy really doesn't need to be so careful."
"You're still young, so it's better to be gentle."
Putting the bamboo basket in Jiang Xingjian's hand, Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and said, "My younger brother knows that my elder brother did not intend to bring anyone back to the house. It is just for public and private purposes. The honor of the legitimate wife of the Hou Mansion cannot be compromised."
“……”
Jiang Xingjian was speechless for a moment while holding the meowing cat.
Now in the Hou Mansion, whether in the eyes of his grandmother, mother, Jiang Yan, or even the servants, he is that kind of bastard who spoils his concubines and kills his wife, and doesn't know the importance of it.
Jiang Xingjian wanted to argue, but he hesitated for a moment, unable to come up with any powerful words to clear up his grievances.
After a long while, he said in a deep voice that he knew what he was doing, and then he carried the bamboo basket and the cat to Lan Courtyard.
Jiang Yan looked at his back, feeling helpless and envious in his heart.
"Second Master."
The boy behind him called out softly, and Jiang Yan looked gloomy and lost interest.
Over there, Jiang Xingjian carried Mao'er back to Lan Courtyard. Song Wan was still negotiating with the stewardess. After some thought, he went to the study with the bamboo basket in his arms.
In the study, Huaisu was collecting books on the desk. When he saw him coming in with a bamboo basket in his arms, he got up to pick it up.
"Hold tight, don't fall."
After a moment of pause, he added: "Don't let Jiayue see it."
Huai Su nodded, carefully placed the cat on the couch in the study, and asked Xi Yi to go to the small kitchen to bring a plate of meat soup.
At dinner time, the women left the Lan courtyard one after another.
Jiang Xingjian strode to the Lan Courtyard to lie down in his arms, holding the cat who had eaten and drank enough and was now lying in a deep sleep with his head tilted to the west.
"The uncle is here."
The woman who was watching the watch outside announced to the house that the second-class maid in the second hall heard it and went to look for Heng Zhihengwu again. When Jiang Xingjian walked into the house, Song Wanji had changed his outer robe and stood in front of their bedroom. meet.
Jiang Xingjian glanced at the full account books on the desk, adjusted the messy calculations, and frowned: "Is there something wrong with the accounts in the mansion?"
"It's not very good. If your husband has nothing to do, you can go and see Wan'er together after dinner."
Jiang Xingjian nodded, and while waiting for the meal, he handed the bamboo basket in his hand to Song Wan: "This cat... I am also responsible for the golden tiger being poisoned. I sent this cat to make up for you."
After all, I felt guilty, and my confidence was weakened by three points.
Holding the bamboo basket stiffly, Song Wan gently lifted up the soft quilt on top.
I saw the furry little guy sleeping soundly inside, with his exposed belly and pink paws stretched out on the soft cushion. Song Wan didn't look happy when he saw this. Instead, the tip of his nose felt sour, thinking of the golden tiger.
This cat was born exactly like the golden tiger when he was a child.
Song Wan stretched out his fingers and tapped the cat's belly, then picked up the mat under the cat's body.
The cushion was made of indigo blue Sichuan brocade. Sichuan brocade is not expensive, but the light-colored dark patterns on this material have some origins. They are the linked-beaded peacock pattern painted by the second room Jiang Xing a few days ago. At that time, after the embroidery shop finished weaving, they gave her a piece of plain color, and she also asked Heng Wu to return a colorful treasure and pearl box made of filigree and silver.
So this cat was sent by Jiang Yan.
