Enter the Room

In summer, as soon as the sun shows its face, the ground is steaming hot.

Song Jiyun rushed to Qian's yard, and Qian was combing her little sister Song Jixue's hair under the eaves of the hall.

Song Jixue turned her head when she heard the movement, and immediately called "big sister".

Song Jiyun smiled and hugged her, and ordered the servant girl to move a bamboo chair, and sat next to his mother under the eaves.

Mrs. Qian combed her little daughter's hair, and asked her maid to lead her to breakfast, then said in a low voice: "Is something wrong?"

It seems that the mother doesn't know anything yet.

Song Jiyun tactfully told Qian what happened.

Qian Shi was trembling with anger, and said: "How could she do this? The master is still lying in the mourning hall? Is she such a mother? Is there anyone who abuses people so badly? Could it be that her youngest son is her own son, and the master is the one she grew up with?" Can't you pick it up from the ground?"

As she spoke, she grabbed her daughter's hand and said angrily, "Don't be afraid! If she dares to force you to marry, I'll hang myself at the gate. I'll see how she ends up then."

Behind the door, Song Jixue's little head poked out and then retracted quietly.

Song Jiyun was taken aback, and quickly comforted his mother, saying: "Mother, it's not like this. As long as we don't agree, they can only use some small tricks at most."

Qian's eyes turned red, and he said: "Silly boy, you don't know the power of this. If she insists that this marriage was arranged by your father before his death, even if we really sued the Yamen, if you don't marry now, wait until In addition to clothes, you also have to marry.

"Think about it, who is willing to mess with them at this time, and is willing to marry a filial daughter to come in, what kind of good family can it be?

"If she succeeds in this matter, wouldn't it kill you for the rest of your life?"

Song Jiyun hurriedly said: "No, I won't let them do whatever they want."

Her words could not dispel Qian's worries. Fortunately, Mother Zheng, who was sent by her to inquire about the news, rushed back soon.

It's just that she hadn't stood still yet, and said hastily: "Madam, Missy, I've already found out. The old lady appointed Missy as Zeng Wenxing, the cousin of the Zeng family."

Qian's face turned pale immediately, and said sharply: "I knew that, except for her natal family's rascals, no other family would be so shameless."

Song Jiyun also frowned.

The Zeng family has always been jealous of her family's porcelain business.

When her father was alive, she had come to her door many times, asking her father to help her.

But the mud from Zeng's house couldn't support the wall, and she complained that her father didn't do his best.

Her father never wanted to deal with the Zeng family again.

The Zeng family felt that her father's interests were paramount and he had no kinship, so they approached the Zeng family.

Several times Zeng helped the Zeng family speak well in front of his father, but his father politely refused.

Zeng also cried a few times because of this.

At this time, the Zeng family was involved, and I am afraid that the picture is not trivial.

Qian was very worried, and pondered: "Why don't we go and ask the chief manager of Prince Huai's mansion. Your father had a good relationship with him when he was alive. Take some money to deal with him, and he should be willing to help."

Song Jiyun shook his head and said: "After all, this is a family matter, he may not be easy to intervene."

Qian frowned tightly, and said: "If I knew this, I should have arranged a marriage for Yun Duo. It's better than Zeng Wenxing's prodigal son!"

Zeng Wenxing is the youngest son of the uncle of the Zeng family.

Song Jiyun met Zeng Wenxing when he was a child. In his impression, he was a very lively and active little boy with red lips and white teeth. He took his little Pekingese with him everywhere he went. He was quite cute.

But when he grew up, he became a different person.

At the age of fourteen or five, he was already a frequent visitor to the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion. Before getting married, she raised a concubine outside, and almost gave birth to a concubine's eldest son, so that her reputation was ruined, and she hadn't been engaged by the age of twenty.

All relatives know about it.

For her marriage, Zeng really put his heart into it!

Mother Zheng gave Qian an idea: "How about we settle the marriage for the eldest lady before the old lady?"

Everyone knows it's a good idea.

But when Song Jiyun's father was alive, he couldn't find a suitable son-in-law. Now, where can there be a suitable candidate?

Qian Shi is absolutely unwilling to let her eldest daughter be wronged.

She couldn't help feeling: "If their sisters have a cousin, it won't be Zeng Wenxing's turn to jump out and be disgusting!"

Qian's ancestral home is Jinhua. My father was involved in the imperial examination fraud case that year and could never take part in the imperial examination again. He was invited by a friend to settle in Liang County with his daughter who lost his mother. Later, I met Song Youliang who came to ask for a painting. By chance, I married my daughter to the Song family.

After Song Jiyun's grandfather passed away, the Qian family had no relatives here.

This is also one of the reasons why many people regard Song Jiyun's family as their own.

Song Jiyun smiled.

Cousin, cousin, may not necessarily be a help, but may also be a hindrance.

Can find a betrothed...

A figure suddenly flashed in Song Jiyun's mind.

Might be a good idea!

She smiled slightly, grabbed Qian's hand, and said, "Mother, you promised me to trust me. You can leave this matter to me. I will handle it well."

Seeing her daughter's self-confidence, Mrs. Qian was afraid of dispelling her enthusiasm, so she agreed to let Song Jiyun do it for the time being, but thought in her heart: It's a big deal that I will never die with those people!

*

Song Jiyun hurried back to his yard.

The pomegranate tree next to the steps was downcast by the summer sun, while the cicada tree next to it was screaming happily.

She entered the room and even drank two bowls of iced sour plum soup before she felt refreshed.

Song Jiyun went to the living room first, wrote at his desk for a while, and took a piece of paper to the gauze cupboard.

The man was lying high on the small couch, wearing double-moon white Songjiang Sansuo cloth socks. There was a pot of tea and a few big square cakes on the embroidered pier next to him. It will be over soon.

She said: "I still have some strange tales, stories of the world, and miscellaneous biographies in my study. I don't know what you are most interested in, my lord?"

Without raising his head, the man slowly turned a page of the book and said, "If you have something to say, just say it, don't be a secret."

Song Jiyun leaned on the box, handed the paper to the man, and said, "You can take a look first."

The man looked up.

In the dark green gauze cupboard, his big water apricot eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of starlight, which was dazzling.

Song Jiyun was slightly taken aback.

The man has taken the paper.

The room was quiet, and the sound of the cicadas seemed to be loud and clear.

The man raised his head slowly, his voice full of interest: "Marriage letter. You want me to pretend to be your fiancé?"

interesting!

As for chapter names, I am notoriously incompetent in choosing names. I have used too many of the same chapter names. Please forgive me. Let me give up this time...