After singing in the Haitang Garden for most of the day, the guests for today's banquet began to arrive one after another.
Song Wan and Jiang's mother entertained the female relatives to have a meal at Luling Courtyard, but when they entered the hospital, they all froze at the door.
There was not a single table or chair in the huge courtyard. A large platform was built at the front. It was piled with flowers and had a red brocade scroll on it. On the brocade scroll were the words Huanyan Zhai. There is a row of long tables in front, all of which are decorated with luxurious and luxurious rouge and gouache.
There are also rows of long tables on the left and right sides of the courtyard, with all kinds of delicacies and snacks on them, which looks very spectacular.
Song Wan looked at Lin Jiayue, who was standing in the center of the stage with a happy face, and pursed his lips slightly.
Heng Zhi was startled when she saw the scene in the courtyard, and then said: "Is this how Aunt Lin takes charge of the palace? Jian Shu is fooling around."
Song Wan looked back at her, and Heng Zhi lowered her head: "This slave has exceeded the rules."
Song Wan knew that Heng Zhi had deliberately revealed in front of all the ladies in Shangjing that Aunt Lin was in charge of the house to help her escape.
Song Wan lowered his eyes and said to everyone apologetically, "It's Wan'er's lax housekeeping that caused these farces."
Jiang's mother seemed to have just come to her senses when she heard the words, and hurriedly pressed her forehead: "My family is unfortunate, my family is unfortunate..."
Even if Jiang's mother wanted money, she would never have imagined that Lin Jiayue's eating scene would be so ugly.
What is this doing now? Not only were all the food for the guests placed out in the open, but there were not even any chairs? Is it possible that Lin Jiayue's so-called huge sum of money coming in today was just because she asked these ladies to buy her rouge and gouache so that she could get a chair and a bite of hot food?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Jiang's mother felt that her old face was burning badly.
How could that little whore have the nerve to do this?
Thinking of the disdainful looks from everyone later, Jiang's mother felt her eyes darken, and she closed her eyes and pretended to faint.
She would never be able to bear the responsibility for such a shameful thing.
The people attending the banquet today are all the matrons of various aristocratic families in Shangjing. Most of them have been in charge of their families for a lifetime, so how can they not understand Jiang Mu's thoughts? One or two, holding back their contempt, they pointed at the maids around them and stepped forward to help, but they themselves stood at the entrance of the courtyard without taking a step forward.
When Lin Jiayue saw Jiang's mother on the stage, she fainted as soon as she entered the hospital and hurriedly ran to everyone.
Song Wan asked the maid next to him to call the doctor, and after sending Jiang's mother away, he saluted everyone: "Wan'er failed to entertain you all well today. My mother is not in good health, so this banquet... should be let go."
"Song Wan, what are you talking about?"
When Lin Jiayue saw that her press conference was ended by Song Wan before it even started, she frowned and glared at her.
She wrote countless manuscripts for today's press conference, carefully considering every word. Even today's products were selected again and again, and she even took out the store's treasures to prepare for the auction. Now it was Song Wan who wiped out most of half a month's efforts with just one word.
"presumptuous."
Before Song Wan could say anything, an old woman holding a gilded agate crutch spoke sternly: "How does Lian Jin manage the Hou Mansion? How dare a concubine of humble origin dare to yell at an upright master? After Qing Zhou died, Is this how she ruined the reputation of the Hou Mansion?"
Lianjin is Mrs. Jiang's maiden name, and Qingzhou is the cousin of the old Marquis.
When Song Wan saw the old woman calling Mrs. Jiang this way, he knew that she must be the old lady of the Duke of Yuan Dynasty and the great-aunt of the old marquis.
"Aunt Taizu, please calm down. It's not worth hurting your old body."
The old woman glanced at Song Wan, feeling dissatisfied.
The entire three generations of female mistresses in the Chengyang Marquis Mansion are like trash, and they allow themselves to show off their power with something that is not worthy of mention. It really brings a disgrace to their Jiang family.
The old lady of Yuan Guogong became more and more angry as she thought about it. She hit the crutch in her hand hard and went back home without looking back.
Upon seeing this, the female family members smiled apologetically at Song Wan, said hello and comforted him a few words, and then left one after another. However, they were gone in just one stick of incense. Lin Jiayue failed to stop him several times, and when she was about to rush towards Song Wan, Song Wan had already left Lulingyuan with Heng Zhi.
As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, Song Wan said: "Go find some maids..."
She whispered a few words into Hengzhi's ear, and Hengzhi nodded and ran out.
The female relatives here are all gone, and Jiang Xingjian in the outer courtyard also has a blue and black face.
"The three guests are like three lights, and the one sitting in the west is like the west hour. The owner respects the guests, so the guests are seated in the northwest..."
"The guest welcomes others with righteousness, and the host welcomes others with benevolence, so he sits in the southeast."
"The etiquette in the world has its own rules. The guests of this master's house have certain rules for where they sit and what they do. How come the rules of our ancestors can be thrown away when they come to your Jiang Xing Jian? All the guests here today are young and old. You Do you want Master Song, who is over 10 years old, to stand with my great-great-grandson to grab food? How unbecoming is this?"
"Jiang Xingjian, you are going too far!"
Lord Fang, the censor of the imperial court, cursed and walked away, followed by a smiling middle-aged man.
"The Marquis of Chengyang has such a big air, I respect you."
The man left, and another old man with a white beard came forward: "I don't want the world to be long-term, and the young will be obedient, and the king will be kind and the minister will be loyal, but for a family like Chengyang Houfu, the Western characters for etiquette, justice, integrity and shame should know how to write it. Jianghou Lord, take care of yourself."
Song Lan'an and Song Fu and his son were standing in the distance. Song Lan'an had a solemn look on his face. Seeing this scene, he said coldly: "What a pity Wan'er."
Song Fuze looked at Jiang Xingjian with a cold expression on his face.
The male guests who came to the banquet left one by one with a cold face. After leaving the Marquis Mansion and rejoining their female relatives, they started to curse.
Mrs. Sun was scolded by Master Sun. Mrs. Sun held the handkerchief and whispered in a low voice: "Master Hou and Mrs. Hou don't know what happened today. It was all caused by the concubine brought back from the mansion."
"After all, it's something from a small family that can't be put on the stage. It's short-sighted and becomes rampant when it gains some momentum."
Mr. Sun said: "How could Song Lan'an's daughter not even settle for a concubine? And let her behave like this? That Jiang Xingjian is also a fool. I don't agree with Xiu Xiu's marriage to the Hou Mansion. Such a family is no longer a good person. I won’t marry anyone with wealth or honor.”
"It's embarrassing to make such a fuss."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sun hurriedly explained: "I'm not going to the Chengyang Marquis Mansion for this marriage. Besides, didn't you say before that Jiang Yan is a talented person? Tong Xiuxiu is a perfect match?"
Seeing that Mr. Sun was silent and seemed to be weighing the situation, Mrs. Sun sighed softly: "I can't blame Song Wan for this matter today. It's not that she is incompetent, it's really..."
Mrs. Sun pointed to the top of the carriage: "The one in the palace is worried."
"Concubine Jiang?"
"Well, when I came out just now, I heard a few maids in the Hou Mansion muttering, if it weren't for Concubine Jiang's support, how could the concubine dare to be so arrogant?"
Mr. Sun's sword eyebrows stood up: "You're an idiot. It's hard for the fifth prince to achieve greatness if he has such a biological mother."
