The carriage drove out of the city gate and headed towards the outskirts of Beijing. Song Wan rubbed the land deed in his sleeve, and his panic gradually calmed down.
Whenever her brother was around, she would not be afraid or panic.
Heng Zhi and Heng Wu sat dumbly in the carriage, listening to the wailing and crying behind them, and couldn't help but feel sad.
"Miss, what's going on in the city?"
Song Wan took the land deed back into his sleeve and said sadly: "The struggle for power has been like this since ancient times. One general can make thousands of bones wither. There is no one in the upper position who has not climbed up on the mountain of corpses and bones."
She didn't dare to listen, and she didn't dare to dwell on the miserable plight of the people in the city. Song Wan pursed her lips and gently pressed down the car curtain, as if this could isolate the screams of those who had lost their loved ones.
"Miss, we're here."
"Thank you, Aunt Lang."
Granny Lang was originally the nun who took care of her brother, but her brother didn't trust her, so he sent Granny Lang to her. At first, she was supposed to accompany her to the Hou Mansion to be a widow, but Granny Zhao has been caring for her since she was a child. He treated her like his own daughter, so he followed her to the Hou Mansion because he couldn't live without her.
Later, Mrs. Lang was arranged by Song Wan to help her take care of the dowry shop, Zhuangzi and other things. Over the years, she and Aunt Zhao had taken good care of her inside and out.
Meeting Mrs. Lang today made Song Wan feel more at ease, just like meeting Song Fu.
"What are you saying, miss? Old lady, I have long wanted to snatch you out of that shitty Hou Mansion."
After being helped out of the carriage by her, Song Wan saw the house Song Fu had prepared for her.
Just seeing the newly repaired courtyard wall made her eyes feel hot and her heart ached.
This tall wall is almost twice as high as hers. There are houses in the Western Zhou Dynasty, and they are not near or far away.
He won't scare her by being alone, nor will he annoy her by being too close.
The door of the house was made of very thick cypress wood, and was brushed with vermilion tung oil. When Song Wan entered the door, Mrs. Lang quickly pulled the three door bolts.
The house on the second floor was bright and spacious, and it was kept clean and tidy. Song Wan walked through the courtyard and passed through the central hall to her boudoir.
The inner courtyard was not big, with only two wing rooms, but Song Wan looked at the bead curtain hanging on the door and the soft pillows scented with flowers on the bed, and smiled lightly.
"They're all my favorites when I was a kid."
Curtains and gauze curtains were hung everywhere in the room, full of fresh colors. Song Wan looked at his heart that suddenly felt that it had been dead for a long time, as if it was beating again.
Seeing this, Heng Wu clapped his hands violently: "It looks good, it looks good, but you don't have to look at the white all over the room. It's really unlucky and panicking."
Mrs. Lang smiled and said, "The young master gave me money to buy these things. I don't know if the young lady likes them."
"Thank you, mama, I like it very much."
Song Wan hooked the beaded curtain in front of the door and looked at the empty bookshelves in the room. He suddenly thought of the unique collection of books that he had never had the chance to take away.
But as soon as this thought crossed her mind, she was forgotten.
She never wanted to mention anything related to the Hou Mansion.
"From now on, the old slave will stay with the young lady in this house. The eldest young master said that this house is small and it would not be safe if there are many people. Moreover, the eldest young master has originally found a few girls who are good at fists and kicks to prepare you for self-defense, but now Can’t get out of the city.”
Song Wan shook his head: "It doesn't matter, that's good."
Mrs. Lang went to the kitchen to boil hot water, and after Heng Zhi Heng Wu helped Song Wan take off her makeup and hair, the three of them sat on the bed in the house and giggled with red eyes.
After Heng Wu smiled, he wiped away his tears and said, "Miss, have we really escaped from the Marquis' Mansion? Why does this slave feel like it's a dream?"
The tip of Hengzhi's nose was red: "Miss, will we be sent back again in the future?"
"Won't."
Song Wan touched the nasturtium-orange silk quilt under him and said happily: "Now that I have gone through all the hard work to get out of the Marquis' Mansion, my brother and my aunt will never let me go back."
"Hengzhi, Hengwu, we will never go back again."
The three masters and servants were lying on the same bed, none of them sleepy. They talked about every detail of the past few years and became more and more sad.
In the middle of the night, Song Wan couldn't sleep, so he went to the room to find pen and ink, and reported the good news to Aunt Zhao and Herbs and Green Bamboo one by one.
Early the next morning, Mrs. Lang made five-meter porridge and pickles for several people. Seeing that Song Wan was eating with gusto, she choked and turned away to wipe her tears.
"There is no shortage of anything else in this house, but there is no food and oil. We can't enter the city these days. I will go around for a while to see if there are any farmers who can carry the burden."
"Mommy, there's no need to work too hard. Just eat whatever you have."
Heng Wu couldn't help but nod: "Young lady is right, everything you eat here is delicious. Even if grandma brings uncooked rice, I won't accumulate any food when I eat it."
"It makes me feel good, and everything I eat is easy to digest."
Song Wan pursed his lips and smiled lightly.
The city gate was closed, so the three masters and servants lived in this small house. When they got up in the morning, they didn't have to worry about the morning and dusk for the wife and the old lady, and they didn't have to take care of the accounts and deal with chores at night. In just six or seven days, Song Wan's complexion was rosy and his appearance was beautiful. Charming.
On the day when the city gates were opened, Song Fu came to see Song Wan and was very pleased with her healthy appearance without any makeup, but her skin was as moist as oil and her cheeks were flushed.
"Brother."
Song Wan wore a crab-shell red flower-embroidered jacket, a pink-green silver embroidered skirt on her lower body, two pearl hairpins on her hair, and even silk flowers.
Even around her neck, there was a red gilt imitation pomegranate seed necklace hung with gems.
The embroidered shoes under her feet are also inlaid with pearls and bells, which jingle as she walks.
Song Fu looked at her carefully and said with a smile: "Why are you dressed so colorfully? It doesn't look like what you usually like."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Fu knew that he had said the wrong thing.
"You look good dressed like this, I like it."
Song Wan smiled shyly: "It was Heng Zhi and Heng Wu who chose this outfit because they were looking at the happiness."
"Qianbai's injury is healed, and I am in a good mood."
A few days ago, I received a letter from Song Fufei's slave. Song Wan had been worried for several days before he could let go. Today, after seeing him, he could finally ask the third prince's situation in person.
"Qianbai is injured, does it hurt? But what kind of scars are there?"
Song Fu lowered his eyes, then smiled and said: "Everything is fine, you don't have to worry."
Although Shen Qianbai's life was not in danger, someone put an explosive in the lantern that day, which destroyed half of his face. Song Yuning couldn't bear to make Song Wan feel distressed too, and repeatedly told her not to tell her about this.
His sister finally managed to live a happy life for a few days, and neither he nor his aunt wanted to bother her with such annoying things as the court.
"I brought you some books from Chishi Tong's house. If you have nothing to do, you can read them to relieve your boredom..."
Song Fu walked towards the inner hall as he spoke, but Song Wan stood there blankly, frowning and saying, "Brother is lying."
"Brother can't lie, let alone deceive Wan'er. Something happened to Qianbai, right? How did he get it? Where was he injured? Is it harmful to his life? Or... is it harmful to your position?"
