The Red Mansion's Doting Wife Maniac

Han Bowen stared at Song Yuting blankly, making the girl very at a loss.

Chen Yunxian looked at Aunt Tang, then at Han Bowen, and couldn't help thinking.

"Young master... what's your surname?"

Hearing the sound, Han Bowen finally realized that it was very rude for him to keep staring at her like this.

He blushed, cleared his throat, a little afraid to look at her, for fear that she would think he was a frivolous person.

"My surname is Han."

"Young Master, why are you putting the river lanterns here alone?"

Today is the Lantern Festival, most people put sky lanterns or enjoy lanterns, but not many people put river lanterns.

Only on the Hungry Ghost Festival are there many river lanterns.

Han Bowen was stunned, a little embarrassed.

He just bought a river lantern and put it in the river on a whim, but it didn't have any deep meaning.

Now being asked why, he really couldn't answer.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Song Yuting was considerate and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing her aunt's rare enthusiasm, Chen Yunxian couldn't help smiling, and said, "Aunt Tang, mother is still waiting for us to watch the lantern."

Song Yuting's face froze, she glared at Chen Yunxian, bowed her knees, and hurriedly left.

Looking at Song Yuting's leaving back, Han Bowen scratched his head.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he always feels... Song Yuting seems to know him?

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

What do you dream of?

Looking at the lotus lantern floating far in the river, Han Bowen shook his head and sighed, then turned and walked towards the restaurant.

On the other side, after walking away, Song Yuting stared at her nephew, "What are you doing?"

"Why is Aunt Tang so enthusiastic about a strange man? If outsiders see her, it will damage my reputation." Chen Yunxian straightened his robe and said with a light smile, "Aunt Tang, I am thinking about your reputation."

Song Yuting choked.

This little nephew is really smart.

"Forget it, let's go back." Song Yuting argued with her nephew, if she talked too much, it would be easy to give her away.

Seeing her like this, Chen Yunxian was even more sure that there was a ghost in it.

When his aunt saw that Mr. Han, her eyes lit up, and that Mr. Han didn't give in, and stared at his aunt without blinking.

Could this be the legendary love at first sight?

Already on the street, Chen Yunxian didn't say anything more, so as not to be overheard.

When they came to the reserved restaurant, the aunt and nephew went straight to the third floor.Unexpectedly, he met Han Bowen again.

"Master Han?" Song Yuting was a little surprised.

What kind of fate is this?

Han Bowen didn't expect to meet Song Yuting again so soon.

He was stunned for a moment, and bowed his hands, "I've seen the girl."

"Ting'er, why don't you come in?" A female voice came from the private room, and the door was opened from the inside immediately.

It was a servant girl who opened the door, and there sat a man and a woman inside, both of whom were outstanding in appearance.

"Sister." Song Yuting called out, and couldn't help but glance at Han Bowen.

Song Miaoyan, who was sitting in the private room, saw it, raised her eyebrows, got up and walked out, and saw a handsome young man standing in front of the next door.

"This son is..."

In fact, she heard her sister call Mr. Han in the private room just now, so it must be this boy.

Chen Tiantian also came out together, and when he saw Han Bowen, he raised his eyebrows, "Han Bowen?"

"Mr. Chen." Han Bowen also recognized Chen Tiantian, because Chen Tiantian is now the head of the Ministry of Rites, and his immediate boss is his grandfather.

A few years ago, on his grandfather's [-]th birthday, Chen Tiantian also came to congratulate him.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, Chen Tiantian looked at his aunt, then at Han Bowen, "You... know each other?"

"Just now I saw Mr. Han setting off the river lantern by the river, and we chatted for a while." Song Yuting explained.

Han Bowen looked at Song Yuting, and the familiar feeling came to him again.

In any case, Song Yuting is a girl who is not engaged, and Han Bowen is also a foreigner who is not engaged.

Even if they were there, they couldn't stay together for too long. Song Miaoyan pulled her sister into the private room and asked Chen Tiantian to talk to Han Bowen.

Chen Tiantian and Han Bowen were not familiar with each other, so after chatting for a few words, they said their goodbyes and entered the private room.

When Han Bowen entered the private room, he was entangled by his younger brother. He didn't have time to think about Song Yuting's problems for a while.

On Song Yuting's side, after watching the lantern festival, she was dragged back home.

Because it was already very late, Song Miaoyan had told her second uncle before that Song Yuting was staying in the Chen Mansion today.

On the way, Song Miaoyan didn't ask any questions, and after returning home, she asked Song Yuting to go back to rest earlier.

She left her son behind.

"You have been following your aunt, what's going on?"

Although her son is only six or seven years old, Song Miaoyan has already deeply realized that her son is a little evil, and she can't handle it with common sense. She basically treats this son as an adult when she gets along with her on weekdays.

Chen Yunxian was also very honest and told everything he had seen and heard.

"Auntie Tang is very happy to see Mr. Han." At the end, Chen Yunxian added a sentence.

Song Miaoyan frowned slightly.

She has a very good relationship with this cousin, even if she gets married, it doesn't affect this relationship.

But she really didn't understand, when did Song Yuting have a sweetheart?

After sending her son back to rest, she returned to the East Courtyard and dragged her husband to ask about Han Bowen's family background.

Song Miaoyan loosened her frown upon hearing that it was the eldest grandson of Han Shangshu's family.

Han Shangshu is the Minister of Rites and Chen Tiantian's immediate boss.

On weekdays, she often heard her husband praise the master Shangshu for his knowledge.

Moreover, Chen Tiantian's evaluation of Han Bowen is not low.

Although Han Bowen has no talent in reading, but at a young age, he has shown his talent in Danqing.

Furthermore, although Han Bowen has no talent in reading, it is not a problem to be a Jinshi.

At most it takes longer.

"If that's the case, the two are also compatible." Song Miaoyan said.

Chen Tiantian was taken aback, "What match?"

"It's nothing." Song Miaoyan wanted to ask Song Yuting what's on her mind tomorrow before discussing it with her husband.

The next morning, Song Miaoyan went to find her sister.

After hearing her sister's intentions, Song Yuting blushed, "Sister...how did you know?"

"Are you really interested in him?" Song Miaoyan raised her eyebrows, "How do you know him?"

"It's just... I saw his painting by accident, I like it very much." Song Yuting bit the bullet and said.

Song Miaoyan was puzzled, "Why didn't I see you like Danqing before?"

Her second uncle collected quite a few famous paintings, but Song Yuting never went to ask for them.

Do you like the picture of Han Bowen, a little-known young man?

I'm afraid, what I like is not Danqing, but people, right?

Song Yuting lowered her eyes, "I just like it."

As for the reason, there is no reason and no explanation.

Seeing this, Song Miaoyan rubbed her forehead, "Second Aunt just said a few days ago that she wanted to marry you, and you just made a fuss about it, have you told Second Aunt about it?"

"Not yet..." Song Yuting whispered.

The day before the Lantern Festival, she was taken to Chen's house in order to go out with her sister and husband to watch the Lantern Festival together.

But unexpectedly, on the night before the Lantern Festival, she had a very long dream.

She dreamed that she met Han Bowen at the temple fair. Han Bowen fell in love with her at first sight, and the two had met several times in private. He gave her his paintings, mostly paintings of flowers and plants, but she like very much.

He asked his father to marry her, and his father agreed, but just as the marriage was settled, Han Bowen's hands were broken.

She was awakened by the nightmare.

At first, she also wondered why she dreamed of someone she had never seen before.

But the remaining emotions in the dream have been lingering in her heart, and she is very distressed.

After walking around with her sister and brother-in-law all day, her mood did not improve.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, she said she wanted to go out to get some air, but her sister was worried and asked Chen Yunxian to follow her.

Although this nephew is young, but to say something embarrassing to her, in terms of skills, she is not worth one-tenth of this nephew.

What surprised her even more was that she saw the boy in her dream.

Although she was several years younger, her face was still the same.

After recognizing him, she followed him all the way to the river, watched him set off the river lantern, and then stood by the river in a daze.

He looked lonely.

Then, the little brat beside him started to make trouble.

What made her face even hotter was that this Mr. Han stared at her without blinking.

In the dream, he also seemed to fall in love with her at first sight.

Song Yuting has never been a person who wronged herself, she can feel that he is different to her.

"Okay, don't be unhappy, Second Aunt, I'll go and talk about it." Song Miaoyan sighed when she saw her sister bowed her head silently.

Song Yuting came back to her senses and looked at her sister in surprise.

"What are you looking at? Do you think I will stop you?" Song Miaoyan asked with a smile.

Song Yuting nodded, "Yes."

In the dream, if she remembered correctly, Han Bowen's father was just an Imperial Academy offering wine.

With this official position, it is impossible to marry her.

But in the dream her father was Yun.

She only thought that it was Han Bowen himself who paid the price, and she didn't even want to go anywhere else.

This dream was regarded by Song Yuting as a prophetic dream.

Not without precedent.

She felt that this dream was to remind her that Han Bowen's hand should not be interrupted anymore.

Even if Han Bowen is not good at Danqing, he said that he was born in a scholarly family, and if he wants to join the imperial examination, he must protect his hands.

It's a pity that she woke up too early, otherwise she would have taken precautions if she knew who broke Han Bowen's hand.

"Han Bowen's grandfather was a minister of the Ministry of Rites. In terms of family background, the Han family is naturally far behind. But in terms of family background, with his grandfather's official position, it is considered a good match to marry you." Song Miaoyan said.

Song Yuting blinked.

Huh?

Does Han Bowen have a Shangshu grandfather?

I didn't mention it in my dream.

Oh... no wonder her father agreed to the marriage in the dream. There is a grandfather of the Shangshu, and this marriage is indeed well matched.

Consciously unraveling the doubts, Song Yuting felt that this prophetic dream was real.

Han Bowen is her future husband-in-law.

Can't go wrong.

"Then I will thank you sister." Song Yuting hugged her sister's arm and thanked her coquettishly.

This older sister was ten years older than her. Song Miaoyan married when she was still young, and they were the only two girls in the Song family.

Therefore, even though the age difference was huge, it did not affect their relationship. Song Miaoyan almost treated her like a half-daughter and doted on her. When she got into troubles and minor disasters, it was this cousin who came forward to solve them.

"You—" Song Miaoyan rubbed her head, "You're such a grown-up, and you're about to get engaged soon, why do you still look like a child?"

"In front of my sister, Yuting is a child." Song Yuting said with a smile.

Song Miaoyan couldn't help laughing, "Your mouth...is the sweetest when you want to beg me."

"Where is it?" Song Yuting said, "My mouth is also very sweet on weekdays."

"Okay, you have a sweet mouth."

In the afternoon, Song Miaoyan sent her sister back to her second uncle's house, met with her second aunt, and brought up Han Bowen's matter.

When she heard that she was the eldest grandson of the Minister of Rites, Song Miaoyan's second aunt did not object, "Ting'er is just like a child who can't grow up. She really wanted it? Don't just play around, turn around and turn around." I don't want to."