Bondage

The Chengyang Marquis Mansion is a hereditary title, Jiang Xingjian was supposed to be the last generation, but he and his father were killed at the border, the current Holy Majesty couldn't bear this situation for the Jiang family, so he sent Long En to let the Marquis Mansion inherit another generation.

However, Jiang Xingjian was the only descendant of the Marquis of Chengyang, and although there were a few concubines in the rest, when Jiang Xingjian and the Marquis passed away, the few concubines had not yet matured, and the title was retained without deciding on a successor.

Now that Jiang Xingjian is back, he is afraid that he can directly attack the noble and become a new rich man in Beijing.

Such a happy event was originally to enter the palace to thank the Song family and inform the Song family, but the Holy Majesty, the concubines in the harem, and Song Wan's father and brother went to the Summer Resort together, so the entry into the palace was delayed first.

Jiang Xingjian walked into Song Wan's room and saw that she was writing with a pen, guessing that she was writing to Song Lan'an and Song Fu.

Without saying a word, he looked around the room alone.

Ordinarily, Song Wan should have lived in the main courtyard of Lan Court, probably because he didn't want to move his "relics", and since he got married, he has been living in Longxiangzhai to the east of the main courtyard.Now the place is empty, except for the books on the entire wall, the only thing that seems interesting is a row of wooden carvings of the Chinese zodiac on the window.

Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows slightly.

He stepped forward to pick up a toy, only to see that the wood carving method was rusty, and the traces of roughness could be seen faintly.But perhaps it was the relationship that was often rubbed in the hands of others, and the scratches on it became round and shiny. His heart moved, and he turned his head to look at Song Wan. Sure enough, he saw that the tips of her ears were slightly red, as if dyed a layer of crimson. .

Jiang Xingjian lowered his eyes, and put the wood carving back in place after a while.

"You still keep it."

Song Wan heard that her cheeks became hotter, but she didn't say a word.

For some reason, seeing her like this, Jiang Xingjian suddenly had some inexplicable thoughts, but thousands of thoughts were churning in his heart, and when he blurted out, Wei turned into a faint sentence "I don't know you will marry me."

Song Wan was a little dazed, and it took a long time before he lowered his eyes and said: "A husband has the right to remarry, a woman has no right to be different, Jiang and Song are family friends, and the marriage between the two families was arranged by you and me before we were born. Whether it is the Song Mansion's reputation or the woman's name, I have only one way to go."

She raised her head to look at Jiang Xingjian, left a sentence that you shouldn't know, and continued writing.Jiang Xingjian's return to Beijing is a big deal for both governments, and she must write a letter to her father and brother.

After writing in two or three strokes, Song Wan sealed the letter paper and handed it to the maid beside her to send it out.

Jiang Xingjian was still in the room, and the two of them didn't know what to say, and the scene turned cold for a while.

Fortunately, a fat cat with slippery fur and huge bones ran in outside the door, and Song Wan could barely smile when he saw it.That smile was like melting winter snow, making the whole Long Xiangzhai bright up.

The big fat cat meowed and meowed, arching its furry head and rubbing against Song Wan's arms. Song Wan summoned the maids around and asked them to bring the meat soup.

"Eat more."

"Meow..."

After eating, the big fat cat turned over and exposed a piece of white belly for Song Wan to caress. If it felt uncomfortable, it would yell a few times in protest.

Jiang Xingjian was looking at it interestingly, when he saw Hengwu come in with the bead curtain drawn.

"Master, miss Lin, please see me."

Song Wan touched the cat's hand for a while, and Jiang Xingjian frowned and walked out.

Lin Jiayue stood outside the door and looked into the room with some curiosity, but there were two elderly women in front of her, and a little girl in her teens with a maid bun staring at her. Curling his lips and turning his head away.

When Jiang Xingjian came out, he saw her pinching her fingers boredly, looking very impatient.

"Brother Jane."

Seeing Jiang Xingjian, Lin Jiayue laughed: "The Hou Mansion is indeed extravagant, as expected of a nobleman, but why did your mother call you Yi'er, but you told me that your name was Xingjian? Could it be a fake name? Bar?"

"Jiang Yi is my name, and Xing Jian is my nickname."

Seeing her smiling eyes, Jiang Xingjian softened her tone: "What's wrong with you? If you find it inconvenient, I'll ask my grandmother to send two girls to your courtyard."

"No, I'm not used to someone serving me personally."

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Lin Jiayue blinked and teased: "I really didn't expect that there is such a beautiful lady in your house. If I had known earlier, I would not have come back with you. After all, I want to be a couple for the rest of my life, really. I'm not interested in meddling in other people's marriages, being a third party."

Jiang Xingjian was silent, as if he didn't know what to say.

Lin Jiayue was a little dissatisfied with his reaction, but she really liked the handsome man in front of her, with extremely graceful manners, so she couldn't bear to speak too much for a while.

"Hey, I just want to ask you what you said to me before, is the agreement you made count?"

Jiang Xingjian nodded: "Naturally."

At that time, he really didn't know that the Song family would fulfill this marriage contract, especially after he found out the truth about the death of his father and himself.

Jiang Xingjian lowered his eyes and pondered, but Lin Jiayue said: "It's good for you to say so, and it won't be in vain for me to follow you all the way to Shangjing."

She looked at Jiang Xingjian, and touched his hand lightly, seemingly intimately or carelessly: "Actually, I have something to do with you."

"Just now, the maid next to Mrs. Jiang came to give me clothes and jewelry, and asked me to have a banquet with you tonight, but the clothes they sent were too fancy, either emerald green or bright red. I really don't want to wear them. You don't want to wear them." Can you help me find another dress?"

"I'll ask the embroidery studio to make a set for you."

Lin Jiayue bit her lip: "How can I have enough time for only half a day? I think your wife's clothes are very plain, can't you ask her to lend me a skirt?"

Jiang Xingjian frowned displeased.

It was impossible for his grandmother to give her red clothes, Lin Jiayue's little thought was not incomprehensible to him.

"Brother Jane?"

The little girl pursed her lips, her face flushed a little, Jiang Xingjian's heart softened at the thought of her being alone with no father or mother.

"I see."

After he finished speaking, he returned to Longxiangzhai.

Song Wan was teasing the cat with a brightly colored cloth ball in her hand, and her maid, Heng Wu, stood in front of the bead curtain, and when she saw Jiang Xingjian returned, she pouted at her sister Heng Zhi with disdain.

Heng Zhi glared at her, walked up to Song Wan and took the fat cat away.

After the cat left, Song Wan's face became a little pale.

Jiang Xingjian said: "Jiayue would like to borrow a dress from you, is it convenient?"

"Since Miss Lin wanted to borrow, why didn't she speak up herself?"

Song Wan's wet nurse Zhao Momo stood aside, seeing her lady's indifferent attitude, she quickly smoothed things over with a smile: "My son's return to the mansion is a great happy event, but before today, my wife is still a widow, so how can I give this wardrobe full of plain clothes?" The distinguished guests in the mansion wear it? If you really take it, you will be neglecting him."

"If that girl doesn't dislike it, Hengwu Hengzhi still has the newly made dresses from the mansion, why don't the old servants bring them to you?"

Jiang Xingjian looked at Song Wan with a cold face, and felt inexplicably unhappy: "Plain clothes are fine, it's not appropriate for Jiayue to wear the servant's clothes."