Jiang Xingjian went to Yanqing Palace, and Song Wan was the only one left.
Although today was a family banquet, she came early, and it happened to be the time when other concubines came to give Song Yuning gifts. She was lazy and chatted, so she found a quiet place in the garden to enjoy the scenery quietly.
"Mrs. Marquis Chengyang, this servant has brought you some tea."
The eunuch, who had met several times before, came over with a silver-lacquered plate and set out some snacks for her.
"Thank you so much, father-in-law. I have troubled you for a long time before, but I have to trouble you again today."
The little eunuch had a smile on his face: "What did you say, madam? This is what a slave should do."
When he saw Song Wan actually standing up while talking to him, he couldn't help feeling relieved: "My name is Changping. Madam can call me by my first name in the future."
"Excuse me, Mr. Changping."
The palace always downplays those who are inferior and favors those who are superior. Although Changping has a high status in the Changxin Palace, no one dares to shout around him, but the people below him are obedient and disobedient. There are also some masters who have been loyal to others for a long time. They are filial in front of others and cold-eyed but ignore them How much.
Having been around the palace for a long time, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has a pair of fiery eyes. However, one or two glances at Chang Ping revealed that Song Wan truly respected him and it was inevitable that he would be a little attentive to her.
The two of them were in the corner, one admiring the flowers and the other keeping company.
Changping was afraid that Song Wan would be boring, so he saw several young eunuchs carrying wooden boxes coming into the courtyard.
"Hey, madam, take a look, does that hunched-over figure look like the little eunuch from the East Palace we met last time?"
Song Wan looked up and saw that she looked familiar. Before she could reply, Chang Ping called someone over: "Come here, come and say hello to Madam Marquis Chengyang."
After hearing this, Shen Qianyu bowed and walked over slowly.
"I have met Mrs. Marquis Chengyang."
The little eunuch's voice was muffled and low, which put Song Wan in a dilemma.
She never meant to make fun of these poor people to relieve her boredom, but she had to accept Chang Ping's favor, so she had no choice but to stand up and ask a few words.
Seeing that the little eunuch had difficulty answering, Song Wan couldn't bear it.
Today, Heng Zhi Heng Wu did not enter the palace with her, so no one brought the gold and silver maces as rewards for the servants.
Song Huan paused briefly and took out a banknote from his sleeve that was intended to be used to pay for the eunuch of Changxin Palace.
"Thank you for your hard work. I will take some of my father-in-laws to buy some tea later."
The palms in front of me are as smooth as grease, the nails are pink and clean, and they are perfect without a single flaw.
Shen Qianyu lowered his head and looked at his fingers, which had been stepped on by the eunuch in charge of the Jade Seal Palace a few days ago and were now bruised and swollen.
He instinctively stretched out his hand, then suddenly retracted it.
Song Wan didn't take his hand back, he just held it up like that. Shen Qianyu subconsciously wiped the back of his palm carefully at the hem of his clothes, and then he held a corner of the banknote and put it away.
"Thank you ma'am."
After saluting, Shen Qianyu followed the eunuchs in the courtyard and left one by one, while Song Wan sat on the stone pier and continued to enjoy the scenery.
Not long after, two strangers came into Changxin Palace. The middle-aged woman had sharp eyebrows. She was wearing a begonia red moire embroidered shirt. Her black hair was combed high and raised, and her eyes were as bright as a torch, with a solemn expression.
Behind him was a round-faced little girl, probably still young. The girl's face had a faint blush, and her cheeks were not painted with makeup but still looked like morning glow reflecting snow. She was very cute and pretty.
What Song Wan likes the most is her eyes. The little girl's eyes are clear, and her clear eyes are full of girlish innocence.
As soon as the woman entered the courtyard, she saw Song Wan sitting in the corner. She raised her lips with a mocking smile and strode over as if she hadn't seen him.
On the contrary, the little girl looked at Song Wan standing up and shyly stopped to salute her leisurely.
Neither of them knew who the other was. When the girl entered the inner hall to pay her respects to Concubine Yun, Song Wan guessed that she must be Ming Xiang, the ninth daughter of the British Duke's family.
Thinking of the cute look of the little girl just now with her bright eyes and clear teeth and red lips, she suddenly raised her lips and smiled.
I think my brother will also like such a cute and charming girl.
Continuing to sit aside, Song Wan waited for people from the British government to look for her.
The lady just now must be the British duchess of this generation. Although she looks a bit arrogant and domineering, she is not ignorant of etiquette.
Sure enough, within half a cup of tea, Mingxiang came over with a blushing face, accompanied by his maid.
She rarely saw visitors, and she was not familiar with Song Wan's temperament. In addition, the person in front of her was the biological sister of her future husband-in-law. Mingxiang didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
She is a few years younger than Song Wan, so she is supposed to be called sister, but she will be a little higher than her in the future, but now she has not married into the Song family, so...
Ming Xiang became more and more nervous as time went by, and her little face turned crimson. Song Wan saw that she was so nervous that the tip of her nose was sweating, and he couldn't help but say softly: "Is she the ninth girl from the British government?"
Mingxiang's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Song Wan with bright eyes, as if asking her how she knew.
Song Wan raised his lips and smiled slightly. Although there was no trace of worry on his face, he was slightly worried in his heart.
Miss Mingjiu has not said a word until now.
Song Wan took out a small and exquisite bat tape and handed it to her. The tape was exquisite and complex, with seven or eight bright and dazzling colors. The bat's eyes were also embedded with colorful treasures.
"I don't know what you like, I just did it according to the book."
Seeing that Luo Zi Mingxiang's big eyes instantly curved into a crescent moon, she couldn't stop the joy and shyness in her eyes. She blinked and took it carefully.
The little girl's voice was tender: "Many...many...thank you...Chengyang..."
"Girl, drink tea."
The maid next to Mingxiang lifted a cup of tea from the table and handed it to her.
Song Wan saw that after being interrupted, the innocent and joyful look in the little girl's eyes gradually faded away. With lowered eyes, she took off her pendant collar and handed it to the maid behind her, then hung up the little bat string that Song Wan had given her.
After doing all this, he pursed his lips and smiled timidly at Song Wan.
Song Wan felt his heart suddenly soften, and he pulled the little girl to his side and protected her carefully.
From Concubine Yun's birthday to before everyone left, Ming Xiang stayed by Song Wan's side. Unfortunately, the little girl never spoke a word again, which made Song Wan both distressed and worried.
I felt sorry for her suppressed instincts, and worried that she would not be able to support Song Fu in taking charge of the Song Mansion in the future.
When Concubine Yun's birthday party was over, Song Wan never saw the little girl say a word again.
When Jiang Xingjian came to pick up Song Wan, he had already dispersed at the end of the banquet.
The two people left Changxin Palace under the leadership of Chang Ping. The British princess looked at their backs and snorted coldly.
When Ming Xiang sat in the carriage, she showed some softness: "Auntie, do you think you are getting along well with Mrs. Chengyang Marquis?"
Mingxiang curled his lips and nodded with a smile.
"That's good."
After returning to the British Duke's Mansion and sending Ming Xiang back to his room, the British Duke-in-law sneered: "I'm so confused that I told Xiang'er about such a family. I don't know where my mother-in-law is interested in Song Fu." Rush to find Song Lanan."
"I checked before and was rejected. Now that Hua Xin wants to marry the daughter of General Jinwu, Song Lan'an immediately agreed to the marriage between the two families. How can the family who takes advantage first treat Xiang'er well?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a girl with a delicate face beside her said: "Grandma's vision must be right. Xiao Xiang'er is the treasure of my grandmother's heart. Although the Song family is more eager for quick success and quick gain, Song Fu must be a good one."
"Furthermore, Mr. Song values the connections of the Yan family and the military power of the in-laws in our house, so why isn't dad betting on the third prince? But everyone gets what they need, and I don't know who will suffer more."
The British princess's face brightened slightly: "Tomorrow I will find someone to teach Xiang'er as the head of the family, I can't say..."
Ming Shiyi shook his head: "Grandma has protected Xiang'er all her life, what have she learned now? If she has this time, it is better to find one or two capable loyal servants to marry her, and help Xiang'er take care of the house in the future, so as not to let concubines overwhelm her. It’s business.”
"We can't let the step-sibling of the Song family take charge of the government."
Ming Shiyi thought for a while and then said: "Mrs. Song's mother's family also has a concubine brother, and she has two girls who are not yet married. Now that I think about it, these two people may not be prepared for Song Fu."
"My mother is holding the Buddha's feet to support Xiang'er. Why not first find a way to dissuade the Song family from taking concubines."
