"Husband."
Seeing Jiang Xingjian coming over, Song Wan smiled gently at him.
"Have you talked to your father?"
"yes."
Song Fu nodded and saw the sweet look on Song Wan's face and couldn't help but smile: "There are many rules in the palace. You two have been busy for a day and you should go back to the hospital to rest. We will have a drink in the evening."
"Follow your brother's teachings."
Jiang Xingjian watched Song Fu leave, and the smiles on the couple's faces faded.
The two of them walked forward in silence. Song Wan hugged the small box given by Song Fu tightly, feeling much relieved.
After coming out of the palace, the shame and grievance lingering in my heart, as well as the vague feelings and the frustration and panic of being rejected, all disappeared after seeing my brother.
"Miss, the courtyard is very clean. I would like to come to the house to clean it frequently, and the quilts on the bed have been replaced with new ones. If you are tired, you can go to the inner bedroom to take a rest."
Entering the courtyard where Song Wan lived when he was a child, he looked around.
The sisters and Song Wan both grew up in this courtyard, and it is inevitable that they will be happy to visit their old place now.
"The bamboo bell that the young lady hung by herself is still on the porch."
Song Wan glanced at the faded bell, pursed his lips and smiled.
Since letting go of her hand, Song Wan has never taken the initiative to come forward. When Jiang Xingjian saw that no one paid attention to her after the three masters and servants entered the courtyard, she felt uncomfortable again.
Song Wan had already entered the house, and he also inexplicably quickened his pace. However, as soon as they entered her childhood boudoir, they both froze at the door.
After being away for six years, Song Wan no longer knew what was in the room. Now that he saw those things again, he felt at a loss as if they were not exchanged for things.
Traces of Jiang Xingjian can be seen everywhere in her boudoir.
The two had been engaged since childhood, and before she could even say anything, she knew that her future husband would be named Jiang Yi.
The Hou Mansion and the Song Mansion are family friends, and they often communicate with each other during every year. When Jiang Xingjian was a child, he liked to give her some small things, such as a copybook, a clay figurine, or a bracelet of porcelain beads. The things were not very expensive, but most of them were exquisite and small, and she liked them very much.
The set of zodiac wood carvings she brought to the Hou Mansion was her favorite.
Twelve, one year to the west, he carved them for three years, and she cherished them for nine years. She witnessed with her own eyes that the carvings changed from rough and childish to the ones that resembled the spirit and shape.
"This hairpin..."
The girl's boudoir is full of warmth and playfulness. The gauze curtains all over the room are goose yellow or moon blue, and occasionally one or two pieces of pink and white porcelain are embellished, which makes it look elegant and fresh. It is very different from the Lunxiangzhai where she lived as a widow in the Hou Mansion.
On the most conspicuous mother-of-pearl dresser in the house, there is a white jade plum blossom hairpin, and a mother-of-pearl shelf of the same color is specially placed below.
Song Wan's face turned pale, and she regretted letting Jiang Xingjian enter her boudoir.
"This hairpin... why don't you take it to the Hou Mansion?"
On the day he left Beijing, he personally put the plum blossom hairpin he had carved for a long time on her head. It was originally intended as a birthday gift for her that year, but Jiang Xingjian was afraid that he would not be able to make it back, so he gave it to her early.
Now that he was touching the warm white jade, he felt slightly suffocated.
To this day, he still seems to be able to feel the excitement he felt that day.
"A widowed person should be pure and honorable. These items cannot be taken to the Marquis's residence."
Song Wan took back the white jade hairpin from his hand, and found a red velvet brocade box from under the dressing table and put it in. Seeing Jiang Xingjian staring at her, she thought for a moment, and then removed her hand that wanted to put it back on the dressing table. He came back, turned around and handed it to Heng Zhi.
"Miss and uncle, your quilt is finished in the sun, do you want to take a lunch break?"
"Put it on."
He got up and entered the palace before dawn, and was left in the small garden by Concubine Jiang for most of the day. Song Wan woke up early and couldn't hold on any longer. She saw that Jiang Xingjian was very interested in her boudoir, so she let him observe her while she went to sleep for lunch.
Jiang Xingjian turned around and saw a slender figure taking off her hair accessories under the gauze curtain. The girl's figure was exquisite, slender, charming and graceful. He looked away with a warm look on his face.
Seeing that he neither went out nor wanted to take a lunch break, Heng Zhi Heng Wu was in trouble.
"Go down."
Jiang Xingjian lowered his voice and sent the two of them out.
He and Song Wan were the only ones left in the room for a while, but the man seemed to be very sleepy. He took a shallow breath and fell asleep. Jiang Xingjian smiled faintly, and then his face turned cold as he didn't know what he thought of. .
I just went to see Song Lan'an, and he kept telling me why he hadn't returned home in the past six years and what he had done at the border.
Jiang Xingjian felt that he had a guilty conscience, but had to deal with it carefully.
The few thoughts that arose just now dissipated because of these thoughts, and his eyes gradually darkened as he looked at Song Wan, who was taking a break at noon.
"Miss……"
"Um?"
Song Wan's eyes were groggy, and when Heng Zhi aroused him, he still couldn't tell what night it was.
"My uncle said that he wants to go back to the Marquis Mansion and ask his servants to cleanse your face."
"How long have I been asleep?"
Heng Zhi lowered his eyes: "It's not even half an hour yet."
“……”
Song Wan frowned and looked at Jiang Xingjian sitting on the embroidered pier, and suddenly felt the urge to let him go back by himself.
"That's all, help me dress up."
Heng Zhi arranged her makeup and hair again, and changed into the clothes sent by Mrs. Song. Song Wan, neatly dressed, bid farewell to Jiang Xingjian and his parents and brothers.
"We have prepared wine and food at home, why don't you go back after you've finished? We're only two streets apart, so we won't be late."
Mrs. Song tried to persuade her to stay, but Jiang Xingjian said: "The Hou Mansion is busy with affairs, and now A-Wan is still in charge of the central minister of the manor, so he can't live without her."
Everyone in the Song Mansion was relieved after hearing this. Mrs. Song asked people to prepare a carriage and carry Song Wan's belongings and dowry to the Marquis Mansion. Heng Zhi Heng Wu also held a lot of things in her hands, and with the makeup given by Concubine Yun, Song Wan and his party had a net worth comparable to that of most of the Hou family.
Returning to the Marquis Mansion, she began to register and record the things given by Concubine Yun and her dowry one by one.
The dowry details need to be registered in the middle house of the mansion, and a warehouse needs to be opened in Qilan courtyard to house these things. There is not a lot of things to do in total. After the maids in Songwan Tonglan courtyard finished their work, it was already dark. Can't see the five fingers.
"Miss, everything is here, only one thing is missing."
"What's missing?"
"The picture of the harmony of the two immortals given by the empress."
Song Wan's face turned red when he heard this, but he knew that no one except Jiang Xingjian would take this thing.
Her face turned red and white, and she couldn't understand that person more and more.
"That's all, record it in the album, and it's up to my uncle to deal with it later."
Song Wan didn't know what Jiang Xingjian was doing with the Hehe Erxian Tu, but Jiang Xingjian himself didn't know either.
He looked at the paintings spread out on the desk, his face so heavy it seemed as if water could drip from his face.
He didn't want to be moved by Song Wan either, but...
Jiang Xingjian rubbed his face hard, feeling extremely depressed.
