Bondage

"Old ancestor, the uncle is back."

"Old ancestor, the uncle is back..."

A slightly old and thick voice burst from the gatehouse of the Chengyanghou Mansion, and immediately the servants in the outer courtyard became chaotic.A word that the uncle came back disrupted the entire inner and outer houses of the Zhengyang Hou Mansion.

Mrs. Jiang was leading the female family members of the Hou Mansion to listen to an opera in the Begonia Garden, and saw the old mother in the mansion crawling in with tears in her eyes.

"Old lady, uncle, he is back, uncle, he is back intact."

Song Wan sat next to Mrs. Jiang, and her heart trembled suddenly when she heard this.

"Yi'er, Yi'er, he..."

"Old ancestor, the uncle is back."

The old mama's mournful and excited cry was very pitiful, and before he could sort out his thoughts, Song Wan saw two people walking in from the door, among them was a tall and tall man with sword-like eyebrows.

He still looks like a handsome and suave gentleman, but without the youthful shyness of his childhood, he has more of the resoluteness and sternness of an adult man, like a sharp blade with a sword in its sheath, holding his Be sharp.

"Easy."

Mrs. Jiang rushed forward and hugged the grandson of the Hou family tightly into her arms.

The man comforted his grandmother in a low voice, but when he raised his head and saw Song Wan, he was suddenly taken aback.

Song Wan saluted him with blessings, and he was full of thoughts.

The two governments of Jiang and Song have been friends for generations. She and Jiang Xingjian have known each other for twelve years and made a marriage contract since childhood.Since she was six years old and started to learn how to read and write as a female worker, she was instructed by the nuns in the mansion every day to teach women how to speak women, just to prepare for becoming Jiang's wife in the future.

But no one expected that six years ago, Jiang Xingjian and Yanghou of the city went to the border prison to deliver food and grass, but were attacked by the wandering army from the neighboring country, and both father and son died.

And she became the youngest widow in Shangjing.

She was only eleven or twelve years old when she married into the Marquis of Chengyang holding Jiang Xingjian's spiritual title. Now she has been a widow for six years, but her husband suddenly returned safely, and brought a daughter with him.

Song Wan went to look at the woman standing not far away, the woman was delicate and beautiful, with a pair of cat-like eyes that were lively and pretty, she was wearing a light green silk skirt with soft smoke, and a simple root was stuck on her head. The white jade hairpin inlaid with beads has a rather charming appearance.

She looked away and remained silent.

"Yi'er, come and let your mother take a look."

Jiang's mother held Jiang Xingjian and cried out of breath, while Mrs. Jiang was weeping silently.

Seeing that the two of them were crying so hard, Song Wan pointed to the servant girl to ask for a doctor. After Mrs. Jiang and Jiang's mother calmed down, they hugged Song Wan to Jiang Xingjian.

"What's wrong with grandma and your mother? There are so many servants in the house, but it's hard for you to take care of your son. You have lived outside for many years, and there is no maid to take care of you. Grandma really doesn't know you." How did you survive these six years?"

Mrs. Jiang wiped her tears, and held on to Song Wan's hand.

"Wan'er became a widow at a young age, and took care of me and your mother for many years. Now that you have come back to your grandmother, you are relieved. If your husband and wife can give birth to a great-great-great-grandson for your grandmother in the future, my wife, I will be happy for the rest of my life." Enough."

Mrs. Jiang said while putting Song Wan's hand into Jiang Xingjian's. Jiang Xingjian's movements were slightly stiff, and Song Wan sighed in his heart and pulled his hand out.

"The old lady said that seriously. My husband may be exhausted just after returning home. You might as well let him rest first, so that you and your mother-in-law can also calm down."

Caressing the back of the old lady Fujiang, Song Wan said softly: "You have always had a heart disease, so you can't have such ups and downs."

After saying this, Song Wan said to Jiang Xingjian: "My husband, who has been exhausted all the way, should go to freshen up first, but it's not good to neglect you when you bring your lovely guest back home."

Song Wan's tone has not changed at all, it is still clear and indifferent, Jiang Xingjian knows that she has been withdrawn since childhood, but for some reason, now seeing her look like this has nothing to do with him, he feels quite uncomfortable.

He looked up at Song Wan and took a closer look.

The last time we met was the day when he left Shangjing and she came to see her off. At that time, Song Wan was only in his early ten years old, and his immature face was wrapped in a red fox cloak, and his tenderness was very pleasing.The Song family is the home of Zhongming Dingshi, and it is handed down from generation to generation with poems and books. It is most concerned about rules and etiquette. She has a woman's appearance and a woman's virtue in her mouth at a young age, which is very cute.

He thought that after six years, the soft and tender girl in his memory had been forgotten by him, but he didn't expect to see him today, and all the past scenes came to his mind.

The little face buried in the fox fur in my memory is becoming more and more beautiful now. Even Jiang Xingjian knew that she was born delicately since she was a child, but she never thought that she would be so beautiful now that she is grown up. shock.

"Brother Jane."

The girl's soft and sweet voice interrupted his thoughts, Jiang Xingjian turned his head, and saw Lin Jiayue holding hands and looking at him with embarrassment.

He came back to his senses and introduced to everyone in the mansion: "This is Miss Lin, the child can return safely from the border, thanks to her."

Lin Jiayue seemed dissatisfied with this simple passing, she opened a pair of smiling eyes, and said with a smile: "My name is Lin Jiayue, just call me Xiaoyueer."

The little girl pursed her lips, and when she smiled, a pair of dimples appeared on her face.

She thought that after introducing herself, everyone in the Hou Mansion would not treat her as nothing like before, Lin Jiayue was all smiles, but the smile froze on her face after a while.

She didn't expect that no one answered her at all, and Jiang Xingjian's biological mother, Mrs. Laocheng Yanghou, even cast her a rather cryptic glance.

Lin Jiayue's face was flushed, and she was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Miss Lin is well."

Song Wan replied lightly, offsetting her uneasiness.

Lin Jiayue looked at her gratefully, probably because she was a widow, Song Wan only wore plain clothes, without any ornaments on her head or body.But the very light plain clothes and the delicate face without makeup, on the contrary, there is a charm of light eyebrows like autumn water, jade skin accompanied by the breeze.

The white plain robe hooked her waist, and Lin Jiayue suddenly thought of the words "If the shoulders are cut into the waist, if the waist is as usual."

The other party's facial features are exquisite, and the long black hair is held back only by a wooden hairpin. A section of white wrist that seems to be glowing with soft light is faintly visible outside the plain robe, which makes even a girl feel a little itchy when she looks at it.

Lin Jiayue pursed her lips and looked at Jiang Xingjian uneasily.

"The Yinhua Building and Xiuyan Pavilion in the mansion are both empty. I don't know where the husband wants to arrange Miss Lin to live?"

The Yinhua Building is in the outer courtyard where guests stay, while the Xiuyan Pavilion is in the Lan courtyard.

Lan Courtyard is the courtyard of Jiang Xingjian and Song Wan, an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard. Jiang Xingjian understands that Song Wan is asking about Lin Jiayue's identity.He frowned slightly, looked at the bewildered Lin Jiayue and finally said, "Arrange Miss Lin in Xiuyan Pavilion."

As soon as he said this, Mrs. Jiang frowned slightly, while Mother Jiang gave Lin Jiayue a look of disgust.

Song Wan nodded and told the maid beside her: "Clean up the Xiuyan Pavilion and send Miss Lin to stay."