Yang Pianzhi usually looked like a fool in the house, but when it came to her daughter's wedding, she seemed to have changed.
Thinking of what Yang Pianzhi had done, Song lowered his eyes and felt sour in his heart.
Qi Mansion, which Song Yao didn't like, was regarded as a treasure by Yang Pianzhi.
First, she went to the Qi Mansion from time to time to chat with Mrs. Qi and play flower cards, and then she often asked Qi Sulun about his welfare.
When Qi Sulun felt that she was considerate and amiable, she immediately took Song Zhao to the Qi Mansion.
She was afraid that she had accurately calculated that Mrs. Qi was unclear and deliberately gave the other party a chance to deceive Qi Sulun and collide with Song Zhao.
Qi Su Lun had always looked down on his mother's style, and now he had offended the daughter of a family who respected her elders. Before Yang Pianzhi could say anything, he couldn't hold back and felt even more guilty.
Mrs. Qi didn't know how much she wanted to consummate the marriage, so she immediately followed this excuse and asked the two houses to arrange the marriage.
Yang Pianzhi figured out what she was thinking, and used this opportunity to force Mrs. Qi to sign a statement asking Qi Su Lun to live in separate houses in the future, and not to take concubines or divorce his wife in this life.
When Song Nian thought about this, he suddenly envied Song Zhao.
In the past, my mother had secretly scolded Yang Pianzhi so many times, saying that she was a gutter bastard who had no place on the stage. But such a person who was accustomed to acting like a fool and wallowing in mischief had done everything in his power to find a decent relationship for her daughter. Not a bad marriage.
Qi Sulun's temperament was acceptable. Although the couple lived in separate houses, they never separated. In this way, he can not only enjoy the dignity of a noble family, but also do not need to be punished by his mother-in-law and sisters-in-law at home.
And not only that, Qi Sulun had a problem with his biological mother in his heart. Before he even got married, he devoted himself to his wife's mother's family. He didn't know how much trouble he would save in the future.
Before she left the palace, Yang Pianzhi tortured her third uncle's concubine in the house every day, forcing him to take out his own body to add makeup to Song Zhao, and also asked him to find an errand for Qi Sulun.
During that time, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling often came from the third room.
According to the servants, it was the third lady and the third master who got into a fight.
Now that she is married, I wonder if Qi Su Lun can accept the job. But regardless of whether it was true or not, Song Nian felt that with Yang Pianzhi's temperament, this matter would succeed no matter what.
If the third uncle can't bear it, he will definitely go to his elder brother. He is the elder, and his elder brother will always give him a little less favor.
Song Zhao will be happy in the future, and may even be much better off than she and Song Xiang.
Although the Ming and Shang mansions were noble and powerful families, they still had a lot of troubles.
Just a few days after marrying into the Ming family, Song Nian was already tired of the situation where his sisters-in-law always had to be arrogant and cautious in their actions.
The only comfort was that Ming Qi treated her considerately.
Song Nian raised his head and smiled tenderly when he looked at Ming Qiyi.
Ming Shiqi stretched out his hand and took Song Nian's hand in his palm under the table.
His wife was taciturn and occasionally had a little sadness in her eyes, which always made Ming Shiqi feel pity involuntarily.
Feeling the warmth from his palm, Song Nian slightly raised the corners of his lips.
Seeing the smile on her face, Ming Qi let go of her hand and felt relieved.
Song Nian was comforted and took out his hand and picked up the jade chopsticks on the table.
During the movement, a string of rough Buddhist beads on his wrist was revealed.
Song Nian looked at it with a slight soreness in his eyes.
This was sent by her mother before she got married. This string of beads was rough in workmanship and the beads must have been ground out bit by bit. Although it didn't look delicate enough to the naked eye, she touched each one carefully.
Those beads looked mediocre, but there was no thorn in their bodies.
The simple wooden bracelet worn on Song Nian's hand did not match her silk and satin outfit, as well as her emerald hairpin. However, Song Nian could only feel a sense of peace when she was wearing it.
"lady……"
Ming Shiqi called Song Nian gently. She looked up and found Song Wan looking at her tenderly.
She knew what the queen should have said to her just now, but she was in a trance and didn't hear it.
"It's okay, I just saw that Third Sister hasn't used anything, so I asked if it doesn't suit your taste."
"It's okay, thank you for your concern."
Song Wan nodded lightly, smiled and didn't pursue it further.
She thought that if she were Song Nian, it would be difficult for her to have any sisterly affection for her.
We are related by flesh and blood, and some people may only be related by "blood" and cannot be close to each other.
Song Wan has always been transparent and open-minded. He can't force things and doesn't need to force them, just let them go and let them develop as they wish.
Although she and Song Nian lived in the same room, everyone knew the coldness between them. Shang Rong glanced at her for a few times and then ignored her, and she fell in love with Song Nian.
"These two young couples are a perfect match. The boy is handsome and the girl is delicate. If they give birth to a child, I wonder how smart and cute they will be."
Song Nian and Ming 17 were a little shy.
They are both newlyweds, so it's hard to avoid feeling a little embarrassed when they talk like this.
But Song Xiu didn't react at all, his face remained calm and natural, without any embarrassment.
Seeing this, Shang Shisan gently squeezed her palm under the table.
Song Xiang turned to look at him, and Shang Shisan raised his eyebrows, as if to say, Madam, you should look a little shy...
But he didn't expect that Song Xiang would actually hold him down under the table, lift a finger and gently write the word "Jing" on his palm.
She thought he was making a fuss...
Shang Shisanying's eyes widened and he looked at his wife angrily, but the tingling sensation from his palms reached the bottom of his heart.
The girl's palms were warm. Shang Shisan wanted to move, but Song Xiang held him down gently.
Her movements were very gentle, but Shang Shisan calmed down instantly, with a little blush on the tips of his ears.
How can a man argue with a woman? She didn't want him to make a fuss, so he just had to be obedient. No one would care about him at night, so he could make whatever noise he wanted on the bed.
Thinking of the lingering moments between the two of them on the couch in the past few days, Shang Shisan's face turned red and his palms became hot.
Song Xiu felt his body temperature rising and couldn't help but glance at him in surprise.
The two of them were husband and wife after all, and she knew what the man was thinking with every move he made or even a look in his eyes. Song Xiu opened his eyes wide and glared at him. Shang Shisan lowered his head in an instant and went to eat quietly.
Seeing that he had calmed down, Song Xiangfang blushed slightly and turned away.
Every move of the two young couples and the two young people seemed to be secretive, but it was all displayed in front of the eyes of Song Wan and Shang Rong. The two looked at each other and raised a smile that made them laugh or cry, but they were happy for them.
"You are so young, you are really good."
As soon as she said this, everyone in the West blushed. After a while, Shang Shisan said with a smile: "My aunt and the empress are still young, how can they speak in an old-fashioned way?"
His words made Shang Rong burst into laughter, and Song Wan also touched his belly and sighed.
In more than ten years, maybe her child will be like today, holding hands with the person he loves and walking up to her and Shen Qianyu, showing her the purest emotion in the world.
only……
Song Wan smiled slightly.
She just didn't know whether the little baby in her belly was the little prince or the little princess that she and Shen Qianyu longed for.
