Song Lanan pinched his eyebrows to hide the annoyance in his eyes.
But Mrs. Song was still crying in the room, which made him very upset.
"Master, you just declined this job. If you tell Qianbai Jianguo now, he will definitely accept it."
"If you have nothing to do, you can go back to the Buddhist hall and copy scriptures. It would also be a good idea to meditate and rest your mind."
Mrs. Song's eyes were red and she was furious: "My master has only asked me to copy scriptures all day long. I have been the mistress of the house for more than ten years, but at the end of my life, I ended up with an abandoned daughter who returned home, and sent away all my confidants. fate."
"My master has never said anything wrong about the eldest girl in the house, but he is trampling on my concubine's face on the ground."
"I know that I am of low origin and am not worthy to be compared with Wan Jie'er, but the master does not value me. I accept it, but you can't play with Yao'er and Lan'er's future."
Mrs. Song held the handkerchief and stood in front of Song Lan'an's desk, looking down at the person in front of her for the first time.
"Song Fu is now in a stable position in the official department. Sister Wan has replaced Yao'er and gone to the East Palace. Both of them have a good future, but what about Yao'er and Lan'er?"
Hearing Mrs. Song mentioning him, Song Yao stood aside with his eyes lowered, but the roots of his teeth hurt.
"Yao'er has already grown hair, but the marriage has not yet been decided. If the master is accused of being a national thief, what will happen to Yao'er in the future? With such a reputation in our house, how can I choose a husband for Yao'er?"
"Lan'er is still a half-grown child now. Which path can he take in the future?"
Mrs. Song clapped her hands on the desk and said sternly: "My whole life, I have planned for the clan, Song Fu and Song Wan, but I have never planned for my mother and son, the Westerners. What does this mean to you?"
Song Lan'an frowned: "Where does the name of a national thief come from? This order was issued by the imperial court. Even ordinary people who don't understand political affairs will say a few unpleasant things. How can an official recognize the name of a national thief?"
With a rare patience, Song Lan'an explained: "You don't have to worry about Yao'er's marriage. There will be arrangements when I come back from Suhe. With the war going on right now, who is willing to talk about marriage?"
"No one with a strong head and a clear head would consider marriage at this time. Just wait."
"wait?"
Big tears rolled down one after another. Mrs. Song glanced at Song Yao who was standing in the corner, clutching a heartache that made her whole body tremble.
"Master, please tell me, how long do you want Yao'er to wait?"
"Didn't you tell me to wait until I return from Suhe?"
Song Lan'an frowned, looking at Mrs. Song's misbehavior, the patience in her eyes dissipated little by little.
"I don't want to wait. I don't want to wait until the Song Dynasty is in disrepute and hastily choose a poor family for Yao'er."
"Then don't wait, you..."
Pointing to the mother-in-law beside him, Song Lan'an said: "Go and invite the uncle and grandma over."
The woman nodded in agreement, turned around and went out to invite Song Futong and Mingxiang over. Ming Xiang stood next to Song Fu, glanced at Song Yao who was crying in the corner and sighed in his heart.
When she first married into the Song family, she had made up her mind to treat the several sisters-in-law in the family well, but she could get along well with both Song Xiang and Song Nian, but Song Yao always made her unhappy. .
She didn't know whether it was because she couldn't find a satisfactory marriage for herself or something else, but she often saw Song Nian being talked to with guns and sticks. Sometimes when facing her, he would make some sarcastic remarks to her, either overtly or covertly.
The two of them were about the same age, and Mingxiang was too lazy to lay out his role as a sister-in-law in front of her, so naturally he didn't want to meddle in her affairs.
Seeing Song Yao here today, Ming Xiang knew that the family must have arrangements for her and that she could be useful.
Standing slightly, Mingxiang waited for Song Lanan to speak.
"Do you want to arrange the marriage for Song Yaoxiang yourself?"
"nature."
Mrs. Song's eyes were red, and she had completely seen through Song Lan'an's temperament. He would never care about Yao'er. As long as he had Yao'er in his heart, he would not still drag Yao'er's marriage to this day, saying that he would deal with it after he returns.
"Then the marriage of the second young lady in the mansion will be left to Madam."
After saying that, Song Lan'an waved his hand to signal the others to leave, but Song Fu frowned and said: "The war is tense right now, and no one with a little knowledge will talk about marriage at this time. If we wait for a while, When father Su He comes back, Yao'er's marriage will be better..."
"You put it lightly."
Mrs. Song waved the handkerchief in her hand and said through gritted teeth: "Song Wan has robbed my Yao'er of her destiny. As an elder brother, don't you want to step her into the mud?"
"You yourself got married to a British prince and got a successful career, but you insist on suppressing Yao'er to prevent her from marrying into a good family?"
Full of grief and anger broke out at this moment. Years of forbearance and compromise made her no longer able to talk to a few people calmly.
She didn't care that Song Lan'an didn't want to see her, but Yao'er had grown up to have hairpins and was born in Beijing and was a good-looking girl. Who among Yao'er's age had not yet made a marriage arrangement?
How could she not be anxious?
"Mom, don't worry, I'll be careful about sister Yao'er's marriage."
"See? How long are you going to wait until Yaoerxiang sees it? Why didn't you show Yaoerxiang the marriage in the past?"
Mrs. Song's eyes were red: "I don't know what you are worried about. You went over Yao'er and told Nian'er about your marriage to the British Duke. Do you think they can't get along with each other?"
"Which mistress in the house would marry her younger sister over her elder sister?"
Mrs. Song's voice became louder and louder, and she felt a suffocating feeling in her heart. If she didn't let it out today, she would probably drive herself crazy here.
"You told Nian'er about such a high-ranking family, what do you want Yao'er to think? How do you want Yao'er to behave in front of Nian'er?"
"enough."
Song Lan'an stood up and said, "Song Yao, tell me, do you want to follow your mother's advice on your marriage, or do you want to wait until I come back from Suhe to choose someone else?"
Song Yao lowered his head and murmured: "My child... My child doesn't understand this. Everything is arranged by my mother."
"Okay, okay."
Song Lan'an sighed repeatedly: "You two have also heard that Song Yao's marriage is decided by her mother, and no one else in the house can interfere."
"No matter how this marriage goes in the future, you two should not regret it."
After saying that, Song Lanan rolled up his sleeves and left, not wanting to look at the two of them again.
Song Fu followed closely behind him. He was so worried about surrendering that he had no time to worry about whether Song Yao was engaged or not.
"If mother is in need of anything, you can send someone to look for Xiang'er."
After saluting Mrs. Song, Mingxiang walked out with a faint smile on his face.
When she walked out, she saw Song Nian standing under the eaves, lowering his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking. Ming Xiang's thin lips parted slightly, but after a moment he left without saying a word and followed Song Fu.
Mrs. Song came out of the house, and Song couldn't help crying and followed her. When they saw Song Nian, both of them looked slightly uncomfortable.
