Just after leaving court, Jiang Xingjian went to Song Wan's house.
The house Song Fuxuan chose was very nice, with a unique sense of tranquility hidden away from the hustle and bustle, just like the impression Song Wan gave him, quiet and elegant but impossible to ignore.
Jiang Xingjian stood at the door with complicated thoughts in his heart.
He had never denied that he was attracted to her, both as a child and now. When he first returned to Beijing and saw Song Wan marrying into the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, he was undoubtedly happy, but at the same time he was quite painful.
He was suffering from being uncontrollably attracted to that person. Even if Song Wan did nothing and just stood there quietly, he couldn't hide the joy in his heart.
Jiang Xingjian lowered his eyes, showing a trace of struggle.
During a trip to the border, he and his father were besieged.
Although those people wore Nanqing clothes and spoke with Nanqing accents, he and his father both knew that the group of soldiers who were chasing them came from Shangjing.
At that time, Jiang Man was just pregnant. Before leaving, his father said that the trip might be dangerous and asked him to stay at home. It was because he was young and energetic, and had the desire to make achievements and become famous at a young age, that he secretly followed his father's army, so that his father died trying to save him.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xingjian clenched his fist tightly.
The more he was attracted to that person, the more he hated himself.
But when Song Wan really left the Hou Mansion and was no longer with him, he felt that everything in the world had lost its freshness, and laughter and crying were no longer happy.
Looking quietly at the vermilion door in front of him, Jiang Xingjian took a step forward with difficulty.
"The Marquis of Chengyang?"
Jiang Xingjian turned around and saw Wan Xiao standing lazily aside with her hands in her sleeves.
He frowned slightly and called back to Lord Wan.
"The Marquis of Chengyang is very interested. Are you here to enjoy the scenery?"
"Madam is resting here and will be picked up today."
Wan Xiao said, "I see," and then stood motionless, half-closing her eyelids as if she was asleep.
Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows, wondering what this man meant.
In the early years when Duan Yiting concurrently served as the governor of Dongchang, the group of eunuchs in Dongchang were very arrogant and domineering. Eventually Duan Yiting's health gradually deteriorated and he no longer appeared in front of others, and Dongchang was slowly handed over to Wan Xiao.
It was only today that he learned that Wan Xiao had a close relationship with the prince.
But even if the prince didn't want to see the two mansions of Jiang and Song restored, he wouldn't send out Wan Xiao to stop him from taking over Song to restore the mansion.
Unable to guess what the person in front of him was thinking, Jiang Xingjian felt for the first time that this matter should be done quickly rather than slowly.
"Master Wan, please help yourself."
After saying that, Jiang Xingjian missed Wan Xiao and walked towards him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, Wan Xiao followed closely and blocked him again.
Jiang Xingjian sneered: "What do you mean, Lord Governor?"
Wan Xiao still lowered her eyelids, looking like she had never woken up: "I don't want to see other couples reunite, and I feel unhappy when I see them."
“……”
Jiang Xingjian's eyelids twitched, and for a moment he couldn't find any words to answer.
Strange folk say that eunuchs have treacherous and dark minds, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.
Jiang Xingjian snorted coldly: "If the governor continues to be unhappy, I forgive you for not being able to accompany me."
Just when he was about to break in, Jiang Xingjian saw Song Fu coming from a distance and came towards them.
"Lord Wan, why are you here?"
Song Fuchao bowed his hands to Wan Xiao. Wan Xiao put his hands down from his sleeves and said with a smile on his face: "Master Song is here to visit Miss Song?"
"Exactly."
"Master Song, please come quickly."
The two smiled and exchanged greetings. Seeing this, Jiang Xingjian also said: "Brother."
"It's a good time that you're here. I need to see you for something."
Jiang Xingjian said: "I wonder why brother is looking for me?"
Song Fu took out a few documents from his sleeves and handed them to Jiang Xingjian: "The Marquis of Chengyang spoils his concubine and destroys his wife, which is unjust. I, the Song Mansion, cannot afford this marriage. From today on, my Song family daughter will marry the Marquis of Chengyang." It has nothing to do with the government anymore.”
A few thin documents were held in the palm of his hand, but Jiang Xingjian felt that they weighed a thousand pounds.
What he could see were only three or five sentences about discord and resentment, but they made him feel astringent and dared not read any more.
"Brother, what do you mean by this? My father-in-law must have misunderstood. Please allow me to explain to him."
Before Song Fu could say anything, Wan Xiao said with a smile on his face: "Some time ago, I heard that a concubine in the Marquis's Mansion in Chengyang passed over the clan's wife to take charge of the middle court. Such a ridiculous thing is impossible to happen even if I think about it. Lord Marquis really should How can I allow the world to misunderstand you like this, please explain?"
Song Fuleng snorted coldly: "I would also like to ask the Marquis of Chengyang to take a look at it, so as not to mess with you and deny your account in the future."
Jiang Xingjian clutched Song Lanan's handwritten handwritten letter of righteousness between the two houses and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't agree."
Wan Xiao added: "I heard that the Marquis guarded the concubines in the palace as if they were jade. It is rare in the world to be so pure and pure. This matter is too ridiculous. Don't forget to explain this matter."
Jiang Xingjian's face was livid. He looked at Wan Xiao coldly and said, "If Governor Wan has time to worry about other people's affairs, he might as well wash away the smell of greedy sheep, ruthless wolves, and greedy people from the Dongchang people."
Hearing this, Wan Xiao was not upset at all, and even raised his arm and put it under his nose to smell it: "I don't think it smells fishy, but the smell of powdery powder on Chengyang Marquis' body is very pungent."
"you……"
"Jiang Xingjian, that's enough."
Song Fu interrupted the conversation between the two of them: "Wan'er has been a widow for you for six years. If your conscience is still there and you still have the blood of a man, you should no longer think about torturing her."
"It's not easy for a woman, let her live."
After saying that, Song Fu reached out to Wan Xiao and invited him into the house for a cup of tea.
Wan Xiao smiled and said, "My mouth is dry as I speak, so it's good to take a rest."
The two left, leaving Jiang Xingjian alone standing outside the house.
The autumn wind blew the Chinese book in his hand, and he lowered his head and saw only a few numbers flashing past his eyes.
"If fate fails, we will see this separation."
"Sign the letter and everyone will return to their original ways..."
"Each one should return to his own way..."
Jiang Xingjian murmured in a low voice, and then a pain in his heart made his eyes sore and his mouth and tongue became bitter.
"Mr. Marquis, my wife said that she must be brought back to the house today, whether she is tied up or not."
Looking at the closed door in front of him, Tao Hong spoke urgently.
"That's all."
Jiang Xingjian smiled faintly and said hoarsely, "That's all."
"It's not easy for a woman, so what if I let her live."
He doesn't want to give up, can't bear it, and doesn't want to, but he is afraid.
He was afraid that he would fall for that person's gentle words, and he was also afraid that he would torture her and himself again because he could not face the guilt of his father's unavenged revenge.
He was afraid that Jiang Man would use Song Wan as a platform for the struggle between the two governments in the future, and he was also afraid that he would be intolerable to her.
He dare not hate or love the person he admired since childhood.
Perhaps now, he is the best ending for both of them.
Jiang Xingjian touched the broken white jade plum blossom hairpin in her arms and left slowly.
The young man made an alliance, which was supposed to be a great marriage, but due to power and profit, they could not stay together for a hundred years.
He cannot regret, complain, feel pain, hate, and naturally cannot love...
Song Fu was right. As long as he still had a trace of manliness, he should let her go and let himself go.
Jiang Xingjian looked back at the vermilion door for the last time, then left with a wry smile.
