Enter the Room

Song Jiyun stepped forward to salute, and said with a needle hidden in his mouth, "Why did grandma come here so early in the morning? But what's the important thing? You used to have something to do, but you asked us to come over. After my father passed away, grandma really did the same thing as before. It's not the same anymore."

Zeng's face turned blue from her words. But she is an old ginger after all, no matter how uncomfortable she feels, she also knows that the most important thing is to achieve what she wants.

She suppressed her dislike for Song Jiyun in her heart, and said coldly: "I have arranged a marriage for you, and the Geng Post has passed, so I will come to make an appointment this afternoon. You just stay at home honestly these few days, don't Run around, and go out after sending your father up the mountain."

Song Jiyun only felt that a thunder had exploded above his head.

In order to tear a piece of flesh from their house, she knew they would not let it go.

She thought that they would force her to take out her seal, that they would say that their family had no son, that Song Daliang would join forces with Song Sanliang, that her grandmother would end up helping her uncle or third uncle... But what she never expected was that they didn't even have the minimum bottom line.

To actually let her marry before his father was buried!

Was her father born to the Zeng family?

Did Zeng ever have a little love for her father?

Song Jiyun was furious.

She stared intently at Zeng, and said word by word: "Don't even think about it!"

Zeng was furious, and said: "I want to see, what ability do you have to dare to disobey your elders!"

"'Elder'? Why do you have the nerve to call 'elder' in front of me?" Song Jiyun was so angry that his chest hurt.

She grabbed Mrs. Zeng, pulled her, and walked out: "My father has just passed the first seven years, and you are betrothed to his daughter, and want his daughter to marry! Is there anyone like you who is an elder? Did you do it like grandma did?"

Zeng didn't expect Song Jiyun to dare to fight her, and she dragged him staggeringly to the center of the hall before recovering.

"What the hell!" She struggled to shake off Song Jiyun's hand, "How dare you hit me!"

"Hitting you dirty my hands!" Song Jiyun said.

The two nuns brought by Mrs. Zeng also came to their senses, hurried forward and surrounded Song Jiyun, shouting repeatedly: "Miss!"

Madam Zheng was even more anxious.

She knew that Song Jiyun had a big temper, but she didn't expect it to be this big.

Song Jiyun held Zeng even tighter, and shouted at Zeng's two nuns: "Do you have a share in this?"

Zeng's two nuns were neither retreating nor advancing.

Song Jiyun dragged Mrs. Zeng a few more steps: "You want me to marry, okay, let's talk about it in front of my father. I'd like to see how shameless you can be?"

She said, feeling sore in her heart.

Why are she and her father so unlucky? All I met were these relatives who were rotten to the root.

How good her father was to Zeng Shi!

"For so many years, my father has respected you with delicious food and drink," she couldn't help but said, "Last year, in order to celebrate your 50th birthday, I specially invited a theater troupe from Suzhou and Hangzhou. Could it be that my father's filial piety is so filial? Did it go into the dog's stomach? Aren't you afraid of thunder?"

Song Jiyun was really sad for his father.

Or if the lung tube was poked, Zeng raised his hand and slapped Song Jiyun's face: "You are not a big or small thing!"

Song Jiyun had sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed Zeng Shi's raised hand, pushed hard, and pushed Zeng Shi to the ground.

Zeng's two nuns hurried over.

Song Jiyun was so angry that his chest heaved: "Are you qualified to talk about 'size' in front of me? Is it because you live longer than me?"

She told Mother Zheng in a loud voice: "Go and open the door for me now, and I want to see who is so shameless and dares to carry the betrothal gift from our family's mourning hall."

With tears in her eyes, Mother Zheng answered "Yes", and trotted out of the hall.

Song Jiyun smiled at Mrs. Zeng: "Don't worry, if they dare to come to hire, I dare to follow! I dare to wear filial piety clothes and go to the lobby to beat drums and complain! Let everyone in the county come to judge. Who is a grandmother? Before my son's filial piety has passed, I will be busy with decorating lanterns and festoons to make an engagement for my granddaughter."

But Zeng didn't dare to really gamble with her.

But the stabbing pain in her elbow made her roll her eyes again.

She sternly said: "Okay! Isn't it just to go to the Yamen? I'm going to sue you for being unfilial, disobedient, and disrespectful!"

"Then let's go together!" Song Jiyun went to pull her again, "Filial piety comes first. I will keep my father's filial piety, and even the "Book of Filial Piety" and "Biography of Martyrs" are enough for me to write a chapter. Maybe I can give it to my family. Earn an archway and come back. The more people know about it, the better!"

Zeng couldn't help but flinch.

Song Jiyun is unscrupulous, shameless when he makes a fuss; her third son offended Master Wang again; if they really went to the yamen, maybe they themselves suffered a disadvantage!

Zeng's two nuns were smarter than the other, and when they saw this, they hurried forward to help Zeng.

Song Jiyun pointed outside and said, "Go, let's go now!"

Zeng fled in despair, and yelled at her sternly: "I don't have the same knowledge as you! You have to marry if you marry, or you have to marry if you don't!"

Song Jiyun stood on the steps: "I'll wait!"

The courtyard was dead silent.

*

Song Jiyun hasn't been this angry for many years.

Her mind was buzzing, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she was spinning around in the cloakroom with her head down, just like in her previous life.

It's just that in the current cloakroom, besides her, there is another strange man.

She leaned on the yellow pear wood box with green pine carvings and copper corners brought from her father's study.

As expected, there is no lowest point of view of people, only lower ones.

The members of the Song family are even more shameless than she imagined.

Since ancient times, marriage has paid attention to the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers.

Her mother would certainly not agree to such a marriage, but the highest status in their family was her grandmother.

With the Song family's huge fortune hanging there, anything could happen.

Song Jiyun calmly analyzed the predicament she is currently facing.

But there was a gaze that consistently fell on her.

She looked up and saw the man looking at her with interest.

He bent his knees and leaned on the big welcoming pillow, and the picture book on his lap had been replaced with a travel book.

Song Jiyun couldn't help glaring at him, and sarcastically said with a pun: "Why? Young Master, you didn't read picture books, but read travel notes instead?

The man gently pressed the pages of the book with his slender and fair fingers, and said calmly: "Travel notes are more beautiful than picture books."

That gloating appearance made Song Jiyun so angry that he wanted to beat someone up.

The man raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, adjusted a more comfortable posture, and turned over the travel notes again.

Song Jiyun couldn't help cursing a few words in his heart, and decided to go to her mother's place after freshening up.

Lest her mother know and worry.

In a trance, she habitually began to untie her filial piety belt and take off her filial piety clothes.

But there was a low voice from inside the gauze closet: "Immortal!"

Song Jiyun came back to his senses, only then realized that he was unbuttoning Fuzi's clothes.

She looked at her narrow-sleeved trousers trimmed in heather crepe.

I can't even tell what color the chest is inside.

Is this outrageous?

Song Jiyun looked towards the man.

His face was as cloudy as lead.

But what does it matter to me?

Song Jiyun heheed twice, and took off his beige, revealing his fair and round shoulders and beautiful collarbone.

"You—" the man glared angrily.

Song Jiyun slammed his hand at him, "Travel notes are better than picture books? Huh?!"

The beanie hit his face, and the faint fragrance of jasmine lingered at the tip of his nose.

He hurriedly turned his face away.

The beanbags fell on his knees like clouds.

The scent of jasmine spread like smoke.

"Shameless!" the man said, the red mole on his left ear seemed to be dripping with blood.

Song Jiyun curled his lips in disdain, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

The man swept the beanie on his lap to the ground as if sweeping something dirty.

But the softness and lightness of the hang silk seemed to be left on his fingertips, and he couldn't shake it off.

*

With a "snap", the door of the gauze closet was closed, and the sound of Song Jiyun's footsteps gradually faded away.

The man opened his eyes.

A figure jumped down from the eaves, tapped twice through the gauze cabinet, and called out "Master" in a low voice.

Don't worry, everyone, I'm a real mother, and I won't let the heroine suffer ^O^