Bondage

He raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, the joints of his ten fingers were clearly sculpted, and they were as long as jade, the servant looked at them secretly envious.

One pair of hands is enough to see the grace and nobility of this person.

"How can you repay me?"

Jiang Yan leaned back, with a bit of laziness in his tone.He didn't even look at the boy, but his eyes swept past that touch of pure white many times.

"Returning to the second master, the villain only knows that you have done nothing but hard work in managing the Marquis Mansion in the past six years. Why can Uncle Yi pick up the ready-made title as soon as he comes back? You have clearly supported the mansion in the past few years. Now Seeing that the title of title is about to come down, it's really a pity to be thrown into the bar by Uncle Yi."

Jiang Yan smirked lazily: "You just think that I have held the Marquis Mansion for six years, and I have a better chance of winning than my brother, and you want to take advantage of it to rise to the top. You don't need to say it so grandly."

Goodbye to the eye-catching oil paper, Jiang Yan seemed unable to bear it.He stretched out two fingers and pulled out the veil that still had a faint fragrance of cold plum.

"As expected of the second master, it's really fun to act."

Jiang Yan ignored his lies and compliments, and just carefully put the veil aside.

"Speak frankly, I don't have time to spend with you."

Seeing Jiang Yan showing impatience, he hurriedly said: "The villain has thought about it. Uncle Yi will apply for the title soon after he returns to the mansion. He is the son of the Marquis's family. , so he came up with a way to prevent him from successfully attacking the noble."

"Everyone knows that Grandma was brought up by her aunt, Concubine Yun. The one who loves Grandma the most these years is Concubine Yun. Now that Concubine Yun is being favored by the emperor, I think that if something happens to Grandma in the mansion, it will be easy The uncle will definitely be implicated."

Jiang Yan raised his head and couldn't help showing a sneer: "Continue."

"I thought that if Grandma was found by the mansion to be having an affair with someone and then punished, it might cause Concubine Yun to be furious."

"If Concubine Yun finds out these facts in the future, it will be manipulated by Uncle Yi, just to make room for the girl who brought back to the mansion this time. What do you think will happen?"

"I guess?"

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was really thinking about the scene where Concubine Yun dealt with Jiang Xingjian in anger.

The boy had a happy expression on his face, as if he had already seen the scene where he was calling the wind and calling the rain, being the No. 1 scene next to Chengyang Hou.

"You are in a hurry, which family do you belong to?"

Jiang Yan stood up, picked up the plain towel on the table, walked to the washstand, rubbed and washed it gently, the young man looked puzzled but still said: "The young one is not born in the family, but The chief executive bought the mansion the year before last. The young one is usually at the attendant's office, and he is quite familiar with the servants of all the courtyards."

After washing the veil, Jiang Yan took off the pen holder and took off all the famous names on it one by one, and put the veil on it to dry.

"What's your relationship with that fourth-class maid today?"

The servant replied: "It's my sister. The chief executive is kind-hearted. He allowed us to enter the mansion together, which is considered a kindness."

Jiang Yan bent down halfway, and smoothed out the folds of the handkerchief little by little, and stood up when there was no trace left.He walked to the Baibao Pavilion, took off a bronze incense burner with chi-pattern the size of a ball, and smashed it hard on the back of the boy's head with his backhand.

Hearing a bang, the man fell to the ground and died.

Throwing the bronze censer on the ground, Jiang Yan called Qingzhai in.

"two……"

Seeing a pool of blood on the ground, Qing Zhai was frightened out of her wits, but she didn't dare to cry out, so she could only tightly cover her mouth.

Jiang Yan washed his hands and said, "Be careful. There is a fourth-class maid in the old lady's courtyard who belongs to the same family as him. Find an excuse to sell her."

"Slave... Slaves know."

Qingzhai took a cushion from the room and wiped the bloody red stains on the floor, but Jiang Yan didn't seem to care that there was a dead person in the study.He just lifted the handkerchief from the pen holder, folded it carefully and held it neatly in his palm.

Back in the bedroom, Jiang Yan took out a white jade box from the bottom of the book table, and put the handkerchief inside.

No one knew what Jiang Yan was thinking, and Yu Ling Zhai was as quiet as before, but Lan Courtyard was quite lively tonight.

Red wedding candles, red wedding quilts embroidered with mandarin ducks, pomegranate red curtains, eerie red porcelain and even silver basins and barrels tied with red silk were sent into the Lan courtyard non-stop.

Song Wan looked at the main hall filled with piles, and let Heng Zhiheng Wu, vanilla and green bamboo move into the room with a dull expression.

All the masters and servants in the Lan Courtyard were not happy except Mother Zhao.

"Miss, this quilt..."

Song Wan stroked the gold-haired tiger, which was turning its belly, and said softly, "There's no need to change it, just put it in the kitchen and put it away."

"Miss."

Mother Zhao embraced the quilt, frowned and said, "Today is the day you consummate the marriage with my uncle, how can you not change the quilt? If my uncle sees you later, you will think you are dissatisfied with him."

After finishing speaking, she went to Ba Bu bed to get up alone.

Song Wan guessed that Jiang Xingjian would not come over tonight, so he didn't bother to please the wet nurse.

Seeing that the master hadn't spoken, the little maid in the room moved the red bedding into the inner hall one by one according to Mother Zhao's wishes. When she was walking into the house, she ran into Jiang Xingjian head-on.

A room full of maids and maids came forward to pay respects, but Song Wan sat on the beauty's couch with the sleepy golden silk tiger in her arms and did not move a single bit.

"uncle……"

The little girl was holding a big red quilt, and the room was lit with candles mixed with the fragrance of flowers. Jiang Xingjian turned to look at Song Wan, only to see her sitting there quietly in a soft gown of moon white gauze, she did not seem to have the same He meant to sleep together.

His eyes darkened, and there was a bit of suspicion in his heart.

Sitting in front of Song Wan with light clothes, Jiang Xingjian frowned as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know whether it was the red silk that made the atmosphere charming and ambiguous, or the warm candles that made people feel trance , He wanted to say what he wanted to ask, but suddenly stopped on his lips.

He was sitting too close, the man's tall body brought a strong sense of oppression, and Song Wan unconsciously hugged Jin Sihu tightly. A little blush gradually appeared on her cheeks, and a light cherry pink appeared on her fair neck.

This shy and coquettish appearance made Jiang Xingjian's heart flutter slightly.

He suddenly remembered that on the day he left Shangjing six years ago, he asked his mother to invite her to see him off. Before leaving, he gently inserted the white jade plum flower hairpin he had carved by himself on her head.

At that time, Song Wan was also like this, with a face full of shame but still strictly guarding the etiquette and not daring to get close to him.

In my impression, this person is obedient and stubborn, like a child who wants to ask for sweets but is ashamed to ask.

Jin Sihu was hugged tightly, and he moaned in protest, Song Wan felt distressed and hurriedly put it on the bed.

Jiang Xingjian frowned as he looked at the embroidered cat nest beside the pillow.

"It rests here?"

Song Wan stood up and moved away from Jiang Xingjian, and said lightly, "Husband, do you have something to tell me?"

Jiang Xingjian said: "This is my house, can I come?"

Seeing that Song Wan didn't answer, he restrained his expression and said seriously: "It is true that I am looking for you."

"Jiayue doesn't know the etiquette of the Marquis Manor, nor does she know the common etiquette. Since you are fine, why don't you teach her how to behave?"