Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

Song Tan raised his eyebrows, Hua Yi took his hand under his clothes calmly, and clasped his fingers.Song Tan let him lead him, and swallowed back the harsh words.

When they entered the Song Mansion, Song Chengping and Cui Qin told Song Tan to take Hua Yi around, and when Song Ansong and the third prince arrived, they also had to prepare to welcome them.

When the middle-aged couple traveled far away, Song Tan grabbed a maid and asked, "Where are Mother Li and Qingzhu?"

The little maid thought for a while, "Since the third young master got married, Qingzhu and Mama Li have been sent to the other courtyard in the south of the city."

After sending the little maid away, Song Tan murmured: "The other courtyard in the south of the city..."

Hua Yi didn't know the reason and said: "How? But it's not right?"

Song Tan shook his head, "There is nothing wrong with it. The other courtyard in the south of the city is remote and comfortable, and there is no host to make things difficult. It is a good place to go."

Hua Yi didn't ask much, "Aren't you going to show me the place where you grew up?"

Song Tan complied, leading him through the scattered red walls, green tiles, red buildings and green pavilions of the Song Mansion as if he had completed a task.

In the end, he took Hua Yi to sit down on a veranda, beat his legs and said contemptuously: "You see, red and green are incomparable with the mountains and rivers in Washington, and the Song Dynasty has no aesthetics."

Hua Yi thought so deeply, and agreed very much: "It's quite ugly." He pointed to a pavilion in the distance, "The terrain there is undulating, and it should be built with forests, springs, and valleys, because it is elegant."

Song Tan also said: "It should be like this, and all the colorful flowers should be shoveled out, and a piece of bamboo should be planted. The bamboo leaves are whirling, the birds and insects are singing, and it will be more peaceful..."

The two chatted enthusiastically about how to repair the courtyard.

There was a sound of clamor, and a group of people came, surrounded by two men in fine clothes.

Song Tan saw who was coming, and stood up quickly.

"It's the third brother~" The voice of the young man recited these four words a thousand times, and the ending sound was extremely long with a yin and yang ambiguity. This is Song Ansong.

"Fourth brother." The voice squeezed out between teeth, it was Song Tan.

"Cousin!" Enthusiastic and familiar, this is the third prince Cheng Xuehong.

Song Tan's eyes wandered across Cheng Xuehong's face, and he was as elegant and Confucian as the rumors said, elegant and handsome at the same time, with a hint of nobility in his brows.

Thinking of the difference between monarchs and ministers, and now that she is the wife of a minister, she bowed down to salute Cheng Xuehong.

Sitting Hua Yi looked at Cheng Xuehong calmly.

Cheng Xuehong understood, and hurriedly said to Song Tan who was about to salute: "Sister-in-law, get up, today is a family matter, there is no monarch and ministers, so there is no need to salute."

Song Ansong pouted on his beautiful and immature face, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Hua Yi stood up slowly, and said to Cheng Xuehong: "You came late."

"On the way, An Songxing saw some light gadgets on the street, so he wasted some time."

Song Ansong shyly nudged Cheng Xuehong with his elbow, and Cheng Xuehong looked at him dotingly, the two of them under the blue sky and broad daylight, their indifferent tenderness was very sweet.

Song Tan was a little sour, he cleared his throat: "I said Xiaosong, can't I see your brother-in-law, have you forgotten all the etiquette?"

Song Ansong was a little apprehensive about Huayi, after all, he was his original marriage partner, and because of his mother's design, this marriage was lost, so he was somewhat guilty.

He saluted quickly, and did not take a look at Hua Yi, "Third Brother Fu An."

Hua Yi nodded slightly, without saying a word.

On the other side, Song Chengping and Cui Qin sent people over, saying that the two of them were preparing an evening banquet, and asked them young people to have fun by themselves.

Song Ansong regained his energy, and said to the visitor: "Tell mother, I want to eat eight-treasure duck, mandarin duck fried belly, milk house lot, three crispy soup, sprout tripe, stewed crab..."

Song Tan raised the corner of his mouth, "Are you acting to announce the name of the dish? It's so edible, no wonder I see that your waist has grown a lot."

Song Ansong opened his eyes wide, and looked at his waist seriously, "Don't talk nonsense! You are the only one who is thin!"

Song Tan looked at his waist and continued to laugh without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Song Ansong really thought he was a fat ball, gritted his teeth and said to the visitor: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

The visitor walked away, Cheng Xuehong said to Hua Yi: "Cousin, I haven't seen you for a long time, can you and I talk elsewhere."

Hua Yi asked Song Tan with his eyes in a face-saving manner, and Song Tan showed a generous demeanor: "Go, my fourth brother and I will also talk about ourselves."

Seeing Cheng Xuehong and Hua Yi walk under a tree, according to the agreement, they are at a distance where they can't hear the movement.

Song Ansong coughed a few times, pretentiously tidied up the description, touched the front of the clothes for a while, and shook off the sleeves inlaid with gold trim for a while.

Song Tan didn't speak, but watched his series of actions with playful eyes.

Rao Song Ansong couldn't help but say: "Why don't you ask me? Ask me if I'm doing well!"

"Then how are you doing..."

Song Ansong was immediately elated, "Of course I live very well, Xuehong bought me everything, rare treasures, silk satin, gold, silver and jadeite, I can't lift them with both hands! How about you, third brother, you are the King of Hades! How about you?"

Song Tan resisted not rolling his eyes, "Oh. I live better than you, I don't buy girls' styles"

He smiled at Song Ansong, gentle and polite, "And someone carried my bag."

Under an apricot tree in the other side, the wind blows, the stars are dotted with fragrance, and they are spring flowers that are at their peak.

Cheng Xuehong took one petal and landed on his fingertips, elegant and cool, like a pure white spot of milk.

The poetic and picturesque scenery really needs to be matched with an elegant person like him.

Cheng Xuehong's emotions were churning in his heart, he hesitated and said, "Cousin, do you know?"

As soon as the words fell, Hua Yi sneezed in dismay, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

"I used to be behind you in everything, but this time I am one step ahead of you."

"Have you been praised by the master for your homework this time? But have you improved in riding and shooting?"

Cheng Xuehong's eyes were burning, and his words were earnest: "That day, when you and I were on the verge of dying, we had someone to help me. I found that person, that person, that person was Song Ansong."

Before Hua Yi had time to react, he hurriedly continued: "Cousin, don't blame me. It's God's will, let him come to my side, and I swear to the death."

Hua Yi pondered for a moment, and patted him on the shoulder respectfully: "Okay, whatever you say is what you say. I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, and have a precious son soon."

After saying that, he walked towards Song Tan's direction.

Cheng Xuehong looked deeply at Hua Yi's back, and heaved a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, he confessed quickly, and Hua Yi didn't question him, but he wondered when he was so easy to talk?

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