Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

Song Tan was kicked out by Tao Jinnian, who was disowned by his six relatives. He calmly sorted out the description on the surface, but in his heart he was indignant and cursed secretly at the smoky and luxurious door: Tao Jinnian had better be suppressed by his little brother-in-law forever. Turn over!

He went to visit a few friends' mansions, and occasionally said two or three words of greeting, but after exchanging pleasantries, most of his friends were concerned about whether he would be played to death by Hua Yi.

Song Tan replied patiently one by one with a smile: "Never mind your business."

Because he is currently in the inner room of an official, it is really inconvenient for him to contact outsiders for a long time. After he came out of the friend's house he visited last, he walked on a street with a wide variety of goods on both sides of the road.

The place is very prosperous, and there are lively rap and zaju performances in the streets and alleys. Song Tan watched it leisurely for a while, and threw some scattered money into it.

Song Tan couldn't help laughing at the thought that he was rich now.

He went into each shop to pick and choose, and bought some precious painting materials that he wanted to buy for a long time, such as azurite and stone green.For Qingzhu, Wenyi, and other servants in the yard, they picked out a lot of exquisite gadgets, such as iron arhat, plum blossom lock, water chestnut ball, paper kite and so on.

Song Tan rejected the businessman's offer to send someone to deliver it to his house, and he is not a little girl, so this weight can still be borne.Besides, he has his own set of theories: What's the fun in buying things if you don't carry the bags back by yourself!

As soon as he stepped into the gate of Washington with the big bags and small bags, a bunch of people rushed up like a swarm. Song Tan immediately took a step back, thinking that they were coming to "rob".

The focus of those people was really on the package in his hand.

Among them, a boy in brown clothes nodded and bowed his head and said, "Ma'am, why don't you ask someone to pass on such a thing, so that we can pick it up." After saying this, the man was about to take the thing from Song Tan's hand.

"It's not that I don't have long hands."

Song Tan didn't give him the package in his hand, the man took a hand of air and returned it to himself, smiling awkwardly at the people around him.

Song Tan broke through the crowd and was about to walk back to his yard.

Those people panicked: "Madam, don't embarrass the little ones!"

Song Tan stopped in his tracks, he glanced back at them, and instantly understood: "Hua Yi asked you to come?"

"Your Majesty gave an order, saying Madam is determined to buy a lot of things today, and told us to wait. Maybe Madam will send someone to pick us up!"

Someone next to him shrugged his shoulders and added: "I didn't expect you to bring me back, ma'am. If you don't let us pick you up now, your lord will definitely punish us if he finds out."

Song Tan was thoughtful, his expression didn't change a bit, but he felt a little joy in his heart, how could Hua Yi be used to caring for others.

Having said all this, it would be too hypocritical for him to refuse to accept it, and the master who doesn't know how to be sympathetic to his subordinates will be arranged by his subordinates behind his back.

He handed them all the packages in his hands.

Those servants only felt that they had escaped a torture from the moody Hua Yi, and they almost fell down to be grateful to Song Tan.

In Song Tan's yard, Wen Yi and Qing Zhu were still listening to the little steward tossing and chatting with vacant eyes, which really seemed like a catastrophe to them.

A refreshing breeze came through the hall, and beside him was a Tang Monk who was not in a state of decline and was chanting sutras all the time.

The little steward was on his head, but it was the fifth time he had mentioned it: "Someone in the Song family wants to withhold a tael of silver..."

Song Tan came in with a group of people in a hurry, Wen Yi and Qingzhu got up abruptly, hid behind Song Tan, and called for the savior to help!My ears can't take it anymore!

The little steward hurriedly stood up and turned around. He saluted Song Tan with some embarrassment, saying that he was bothering him.

"What's your name?"

The little steward replied subconsciously: "Zhou Heng'an."

"Okay, Xiao Zhou, stop nagging."

"what?"

"Give you something small."

Song Tan asked the group of people who came in with him to put things on the table. He took away his painting materials and let them watch and take them by themselves. Behavior is commonplace.

They were overjoyed, and started to fly around the pile of things. Seeing Zhou Heng'an was dumbfounded, they dragged him to choose together.

When the other people who came in with their things saw this picture of master and servant having fun, they felt a little uncomfortable. It took a lot of life to be assigned to serve the wife.

They were about to salute and leave, but Song Tan stopped them suddenly, facing the pile of things on the table, he swung his sleeves, and the arc was very beautiful.He said: "Thank you for your hard work, and bring some gadgets back to play."

Song Tan called the other servants in the yard, and distributed all the things happily.

Wen Yi and Zhou Heng'an picked up two paper kites in the shape of big colorful butterflies respectively, shouting that the season is just right now, and they will go to the back mountain to release them.Song Tan naturally wanted to nod in agreement with the young man's heart.

Qingzhu likes to be quiet, he didn't make trouble like them.Instead, he started to untie the Nine Chains silently and with concentration and earnestness.

Song Tan started to collect the painting materials into a hollowed-out mahogany box, and put it away very carefully and carefully, only to put it on the shelf.

He laid out a sheet of rice paper and placed it on top of it with a paperweight.

Because Song Tan was in a good mood today, he became interested at this time, and wanted to draw something, so he cleaned the brush tip meticulously in the brush washer, while thinking about whether to make mountains, rocks, vegetation or flowers, birds, fish and insects.

On that side, Huayi was not as comfortable as Song Tan.

The group of servants came to Song Tan to report after delivering things to him—it was Hua Yirang's.

After listening to the report, Hua Yi, who was lying on the couch, lifted the book covering his face, and said sourly: "He also bought a lot of things."

Those people didn't pay attention to the sourness in Hua Yi's words, and they praised Song Tan overjoyedly: "Yes, yes, even our wife gave it away, she is really good-looking and kind."

Hua Yi looked hesitant, and said in disbelief: "He even gave you some gadgets? Is there any left?"

"It's gone! It's all split!"

Hua Yi threw away the book in his hand, suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice: "Why didn't you know to bring me a copy! I'm still worried that he has no money, and I'm afraid that he will be tired!"

Those people didn't dare to get angry immediately, they knelt down on the ground, telling Hua Yi not to be angry.But I knew it in my heart, and even wanted to eat melons: My lord was left out by his wife, and he was unhappy.

The more Hua Yi thought about it, the more angry he became, and he felt a little wronged. He got up and went to the yard outside, intending to take a look at the world and smell the air to refresh himself.

In the distance, the world is open, the mountains and rivers are merging, the light green is deep, and there is a sense of tranquility and leisure.

Hua Yi hadn't finished expressing his depression when suddenly two big gaudy butterflies appeared in the clear sky, and he squinted his eyes to take a closer look, only to realize that they were two ugly paper kites.

Hua Yi turned to the kneeling group and asked, "Where did you get the paper kite?"

They also distinguished for a while, and suddenly realized: "Madam bought it for the boy in his yard."

Hua Yi's eyes turned critical when he looked at the two paper kites.

He groaned, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

The others trembled, and they seemed to be laughing back with anger, with lingering resentment exuding from their bodies.

"It just so happens that I also want to appreciate the paper kite, so go and borrow it for me."

The tip of the Song Tan brush is dipped in ink, and he draws the delicate and small stamens on a pair of graceful and luxurious begonias with the meticulous brushwork in a serious and calm manner. Every stroke is obvious seriousness and extraordinary skill.

Wen Yi and Zhou Heng'an broke into the door suddenly, making a lot of noise.

Song Tan was taken aback by the sudden sound, and the pen in his hand stained a large swath of vermilion on the paper, ruining a good painting.

Qingzhu was also frightened by the two of them, and was caught off guard and smashed the nine chains made of jade in his hand.

Song Tan's pupils were dilated and he was about to have a seizure. With a mournful face, they said, "Ma'am, make the decision for us!"

Qingzhu squatted down and cleaned them regretfully, and it was rare for them to be fierce: "It's in a hurry! What are you all doing!"

Song Tan also regretted the death of Haitang, who was so serious in his painting, "If you don't give me a reason to convince me, I'll eat you two!"

Zhou Hengan covered his mouth and said, "Cannibalism is against the law!"

Wen Yi slapped him with his arm in spite of iron, signaling him to digress.

He said aggrievedly: "Our paper kite was borrowed by adults!"

Zhou Heng'an also had a sad face: "It's fine if you borrow it and return it to us, but he just glanced at it, then turned around and threw our paper kite into the river!"

Song Tan was surprised that Hua Yi scolded his servants so harshly, and acted wildly at the children: "How did you two provoke him?"

"I've inquired, it's not our problem!" Wen Yi sighed heavily, "It's your problem, madam!"

"I didn't mess with him either!"

"But you didn't think about him either!"

Qingzhu understood the key point, he walked to Song Tan, frowned and analyzed: "Master, I'm upset because of this trouble. Maybe it's because you bought gifts for everyone, but without him, it's more or less unsatisfactory." Taste it."

Song Tan found it hard to accept, he said in a daze, "He's not bad at all."

But when he thought about it, he suddenly understood.I really don't seem to have any scruples about Hua Yi's feelings, because his previous life was like a gray pebble, washed simple and flat by the stream, without too many edges and corners.

Hua Yi was an accident to him, a very unexpected accident.Therefore, he has always kept Hua Yi out of his life subconsciously. He has always felt that although Hua Yi, who is accustomed to being a person, is thick-skinned, elusive, and has no emotions, it turns out that Hua Yi also has his own preferences. Anger, sorrow and joy, and hope that there will be some small rewards for the efforts.

Song Tan smiled helplessly, and put the scroll of Begonias in Spring in his palm, "Okay, I'll go and coax this childish ghost."

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