Jiang Xingjian pursed her lips tightly and did not answer Song Lanan's words.
The Hou Mansion can no longer withstand any wind and rain, and Song Wan cannot leave at this time.
And privately, Jiang Xingjian couldn't bear to part with Song Wan.
He lowered his voice and said: "The Hou family is in a difficult situation, and my grandmother is ill. It would not be beneficial for Wan'er to leave home with her and the Song family at this time."
"Father's intentions are clear to me. I will treat Wan'er more carefully in the future to ensure that this kind of situation will never happen again."
Putting the tea cup in his hand, Song Lanan didn't say a word, just sat quietly.
Mrs. Song was introduced into the Lan Courtyard by servants of the Hou Mansion. Song Wan had already received the news, changed into the clothes to meet the guests, and waited respectfully.
As soon as they entered the hospital, Song's mother held Song Wan's hand affectionately: "My son, I haven't seen you lose a lot of weight in a long time."
Song Wan smiled softly: "Mother feels sorry for the child, but she feels that the child has lost weight. A few days ago, Heng Zhi said that the old clothes were half an inch tight. I guess it was Hou Fu Youran, and the child became a bit fatter."
The mother and daughter were affectionate and affectionate, and they felt very close to each other as soon as they met.
Song's mother asked her maid to give the reward to the Marquis of the Hou family, and Song Wan also said some thoughtful words. The mother-in-law was so happy that she couldn't bear to leave.
After welcoming Song's mother into the Lan courtyard, Song Wan asked Vanilla Green Bamboo to go to the small kitchen to prepare tea.
There were no servants from the Hou Mansion in the house, so Song Wan and Mrs. Song became indifferent. One sat on the embroidered pier and drank tea quietly, while the other sat on the side and looked at the scenery outside the window.
After a long time, Mrs. Song said, "When your father came here today, he took your marriage certificate from the study."
Song Wan's hand under the table tightened suddenly, and he thought for a moment and said, "It's very hot this summer. Wan'er remembers that our house has a village on the outskirts of the city. Although it's not big, it's quite exquisite, and it's close to the river."
"There are mountains and water next to the village. I think it is a good place to escape the summer heat. I have a future, so I don't need to worry about it."
Mrs. Song lowered her eyes: "There is indeed such a place in Zhuangzi, but it is only a few steps away from Shangjing City. Even if there is a river, how can it be cool? And the place is tight and narrow, and the surrounding villages are complicated, so it is not safe after all. , not as spacious and comfortable as the Marquis’s mansion.”
"Mother is right."
Song Wan curled his lips slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Mrs. Song sighed: "The two younger sisters in your family have now reached the age and are about to start seeing each other. Fortunately, Song Yao is a good match for someone with a gentle temperament and a scholar."
"Song Nian is a headache. He has read a few books since he was a child and has a strong temperament. It would be better if he were born as a man... It is impossible for a woman to develop such a temperament."
"My sisters are naturally beautiful, honest and kind-hearted, so marriage will not be difficult. Mother, don't worry."
Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Wan'er can comfort people."
After a brief pause, Mrs. Song added: "Your sisters are from the daughter's family after all. This marriage is easy to talk about. What I am worried about now is the marriage of our eldest son."
"My uncle went to the Ministry of Civil Affairs against his wishes a few days ago. The father and son were in a lot of trouble because of this. You also know your father's temperament. He will not tolerate such things that are an obstacle to the government."
"But the uncle has a stubborn temper. The father and son have not spoken to each other for a long time, and I don't know how to persuade him."
"Don't blame me for being angry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Instead of being a good eunuch in the Imperial College, he has to go to the civil service department and become a low-ranking official. He is being shouted around all day long, but he is actually the same waiter. There is no difference between the two.”
"I don't know why Fu'er suffered so much. It just ruined all his abilities."
Song Wan had a pale face and didn't answer a word.
Mrs. Song sighed: "Some time ago, your father paid attention to the grandson daughter of Lord Shang Chongshang. He said that the girl had received the true inheritance of Lord Shang. He wanted to tell the uncle about the marriage, but the other party heard that the uncle was now working in the Ministry of Personnel. The deputy envoy never mentioned this matter again."
Song Wan tightened the handkerchief and lowered his eyelids slightly.
"But it's not done until it's done. The merchant girl has an aunt who has a serious illness and has never married. This is not a good thing for the clan or the family fortune. The aristocratic family values this."
"The marriages of merchants' heirs have indeed been troubled in recent years."
Vanilla brought tea, and Hengzhi poured tea for the two of them. Mrs. Song took a sip and said with regret: "But I can't blame her for this. She has a serious illness and she doesn't want to be like this. If you choose this woman in the world, how many of them are willing to drag down their father, brothers and sisters at home?"
"Mother is absolutely right."
Mrs. Song took two tea cakes, smiled and praised a few words, then said: "Do you like the Zhuangzi you mentioned earlier? If you really like it, I will have the land deed delivered to you tomorrow."
"It just suddenly occurred to me that I don't really like it."
Mrs. Song nodded: "I still have a property in Zhuangzi where there is a lot of land. It was my dowry. If you want to see the scenery, don't ask for that place. It is located farther away near Yancheng."
Song Wan laughed softly when he heard this: "Wan'er hasn't seen her mother for a long time, how can she ask for her mother's things when we meet? I'm afraid the two sisters are not as good as Zhuangzi. How can I, the elder sister, compete with my sisters? "
"No matter what, those two girls can't compare to you."
"Mom, you are so humble. You have raised your sisters so well that no one in Beijing knows about them."
Mrs. Song smiled lightly, said a few more words, then stood up and said that Song's father was still waiting outside, and asked Song Wan if he would like to meet him.
Song Wan nodded and followed Mrs. Song to the garden of the mansion.
People over there sent word, and after a while Song Lan'an and Jiang Xingjian appeared.
Song Wan saluted his father restrainedly and appropriately, and asked in detail about his recent diet and daily life. Song Lan'an also answered one by one, with a loving tone.
After talking for a long time, Song Lan'an said: "There are some rumors outside..."
Song Wan covered his lips and chuckled: "When did father listen to the rumors from outside? They are all false. It is unfilial to Wan's son to make father worry about these things."
"That's good."
Song Lan'an told the two of them a few more words to give birth to an heir as soon as possible and to ask Jiang Xingjian to pay more attention to the affairs of the court, and then he and his wife left.
Seeing Song Lan'an's back walking out of the hanging flower door, Song Wan's nose suddenly felt sore.
Jiang Xingjian felt uncomfortable being around and whispered: "Isn't that true..."
"I saw that Aunt Lin was very frightened that day. Has your husband seen the imperial doctor in the past few days?"
Jiang Xingjian pursed her lips: "I've seen it before, but it's not good."
"Perhaps the imperial doctor is not good at this. I will go back to my room and write a post later to see if I can ask Mr. Xu to come over and check Aunt Lin's pulse."
The two were standing in front of the garden talking, when Ling Yun came in a hurry.
"This slave has met the Marquis and the eldest grandma..."
"The old lady is looking for two masters and asks you two to go to Fuhe Hall as soon as possible."
Jiang Xingjian frowned: "But what's wrong?"
Lingyun lowered her voice and said solemnly: "Old lady... she's not very good."
