"I wonder what Master has planned?"
Song Lanan frowned: "You seem to have nothing to do today. Have you finished all the things in the backyard?"
Mrs. Song smiled coquettishly: "There is nothing going on at home, I just care about Yao'er and her sisters. The master also knows that Yao'er will be pregnant soon, and the marriage has been postponed again and again. If it is not settled, it will be difficult to find a good family in the future. "
"Didn't I attach great importance to my marriage to Mr. Cui before?"
"The twelfth son of the Cui family has just passed the Jinshi examination, and his knowledge is also very good. The Cui family is not an ordinary wealthy family. They are serious about passing down their true talents through poems and books."
"Lan'er is now over three years old and is about to become enlightened. I am thinking about the Cui family..."
Song Lan'an frowned: "No matter how good the Cui family is, what's the use of being dissatisfied with the child? Have you ever seen the two families discussing marriage, and there is a woman who is rushing to get married?"
"Besides, what does Lan'er Kaimeng have to do with the Cui family? Can you still send him to the Cui family to learn?"
"And I said that I have other plans for Yao'er Nian'er's marriage, but you don't understand?"
"Master has misunderstood. How dare I do that?"
Struggling to smile, Mrs. Song served Song Lanan the still-warm warming soup. After Song Lanan finished eating, she cleaned up the dishes with her own hands before leaving with a smile.
As soon as she left the study room, the smile on her face froze.
"Madam, the master said that there are arrangements for the second young lady's marriage. What are the arrangements?"
Mrs. Song's eyes were slightly red: "Arrangements? When has he ever cared about Yaoer Nianer? This marriage with the Cui family was finally negotiated by me begging my grandfather to sue my grandma. The Cui family is full of nobles, and the three generations have produced many imperial court officials. Official?"
"Such a family values rules and etiquette. I worked so hard to get into the eyes of the old lady of the Cui family, but now it's better. The marriage that was so sure to come together will not happen after all."
"Previously, Song Wan had a huge commotion with the Yanghou Mansion in Chengdu. Everyone in Beijing was aware of the scandal. The third wife of the Cui family had several times of verbal abuse, and I was the one who laughed at it."
"Song Wan is the eldest daughter of the Song family. Now she has escaped from the family and is clamoring to sever ties with her husband. How can the Cui family think of such a thing?"
Throwing the handkerchief on the ground, Mrs. Song said: "I'm really afraid of what will happen. She has made the whole family restless, but now the uncle has secretly built a house for her. What kind of thing is this? The Song Mansion is acting There are no more rules. If I were the wife of the Cui family, I would look down on this kind of family."
"Go and ask around. Among all the higher-born people in Beijing, who has such a legitimate eldest daughter? The eldest daughter of the whole family behaves so nonsense. How can we blame others for looking down on us?"
The grandma who was waiting beside me said, "Madam, please don't worry. I may not have a better plan."
"Even if there are good ones, it's not their turn to shake them off."
Mrs. Song said with tears in her voice: "You don't know how partial he is. Have you ever cared about the three children I gave birth to in the past few years? He doesn't know where his thoughts are. Look at the names of those two. , look at Yaoer, Nianer and Laer again? She looks like a petty person."
"What's good in the house over the years, isn't it because he is the eldest? He is the eldest son of the house and we can't compete with him, I agree."
"But now, I, the most disciplined person, actually said that I can't give my daughter to the Marquis Mansion for training."
"The Marquis Mansion can no longer talk to her, but my children are so implicated that they can't even talk about marriage. Does he still have the heart?"
"Madam, please don't think so, the master must have his own plan."
Mrs. Song's tone was desperate: "I'm afraid you won't believe this even if you say it yourself. Yao'er is about to get her haircut, how can she afford to wait for him to slowly make plans?"
"No, I have to rely on myself for this."
Mrs. Song wiped away her tears and spoke softly: "In a few days, you will accompany me to look for Song Wan."
The mother-in-law wanted to say that it was so bad and that the uncle would be angry if he knew about it. It can be seen that the wife's eyelids were red and swollen from crying, and then thinking about the two young ladies who were implicated, she swallowed these words back in her stomach.
No one knew or cared about Mrs. Song's thoughts, which did not stop Song Fu from visiting Song Wan at his house on the outskirts of Beijing when he had free time.
Previously, Song Wan was a widow in the Hou Mansion and could not leave the main gate of the Hou Mansion. As an elder brother, he could not visit his sister's husband's house, so he could only ask Mrs. Song to bring her some specially made things during the New Year.
But he and Mrs. Song are not biological mother and son, so there is a layer between them which is very inconvenient.
Now that he was taking care of his sister under his nose, Song Fu couldn't help but come to visit often, not only to bring some things but also to see if the house was safe.
"The young master is here."
Mrs. Lang welcomed the person in with a joyful look on her face. She couldn't help but smile when she saw that there were carts of things outside the door.
The eldest lady is loved by others, but it seems that only the uncle in the family loves her. While feeling uncomfortable, Mrs. Lang asked people to put the things at the door. When she saw the delivery boys leaving, she called Jin Shu.
Jinshu had been very strong since he was a child, so he was able to carry all the things in the cart into the yard in a short time.
When Song Fu saw Song Wan standing in the middle hall looking at him, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Let's see what brother bought you."
Holding a brocade box in his hand, Song Fu handed it to Song Wan: "Open it and take a look."
Song Wan took it and opened it slowly. When he saw the box full of colorful silk flowers, his smile froze for a moment.
Song Fudao: "Last time I saw that you liked bright things, so I chose some for you. The shopkeeper said they are new ones from the south and are not available in Beijing."
Song Wan reached out and picked up a goose-yellow silk begonia with gold thread, and pinned it on his head with a smile: "Thank you, brother, Wan'er likes it very much."
A huge silk flower made Song Wan's pretty face look three times smaller. Seeing this, Song Fu nodded seriously: "Festy and gorgeous, it suits you very well."
Looking down at a box of silk flowers, Song Wan smiled and arranged them neatly one by one.
"Today, Mammy Lang made crispy bone fish, shrimp, meat and tofu soup, as well as prunes and oven-roasted chicken. They are all my favorite dishes. I will use a few more bowls later."
Song Fu smiled and nodded, and then told Song Wan to prepare silk and satin for her, and remember to do trivial things such as new clothes and shoes when the weather gets cold in a few days.
The brother and sister were standing in the middle hall talking when they suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the door.
The two turned around to look, only to hear someone knocking on the door outside.
"I gonna go see."
Heng Zhi was asked to accompany Song Wan into the room, and Song Fu walked out alone.
Mrs. Lang was holding the door bolt to prevent outsiders from breaking in. Someone banged hard on the door, but Mrs. Lang didn't reply no matter how she asked.
"I come."
Song Fu stepped forward and pulled the door bolt open, only to see a plump woman falling in.
"Hey, whose servants are so domineering?"
Mrs. Lang exclaimed in surprise, but Song Fu frowned and said, "Mrs. British princess?"
Mingxiang stood behind the British princess, shyly and anxiously pulling at the hem of her clothes. Seeing Song Fu making a sound, she subconsciously looked up, but as soon as she caught a glimpse of the man, she lowered her head in shame.
