"The Huo family is quite happy." After lunch, Mrs. Gu took Huo Qingling to say goodbye. Song Zaishui took Wei Changying back to the Jianjia Hall where he lived. He peeled the pomegranate and said with a smile, "Rejection." The price of getting married to the Tian family is too high, not to mention that Princess Anji is not favored. After her descent, as long as she is cured, she is not afraid of using her Tian family identity to bully the consort and the whole family, so I just accept it since you are the one who caused this matter. Yes, they can't suffer this loss for nothing... Can you hear the meaning behind her words? "
Wei Changying was not as relaxed as she was. He frowned and said: "It just gave me a headache after hearing it - you don't know this Huo Zhaoyu, he was one of the people my mother-in-law had chosen for my sister-in-law! My mother-in-law knew that I recommended him before. Her Royal Highness Princess Anji gave me such a shameless meal! If it hadn't been for Guang'er, I wouldn't have known how I would have explained it to her when I went back. I want to promise Huo Qingling to my sixth brother Liankun... "
Song Zaishui was startled for a moment, then he made a calculation and burst into laughter: "You are such a daughter-in-law... First you stole the husband-in-law chosen by your mother-in-law from your sister-in-law and gave it to the princess, and now you have to use your brother-in-law to compensate for this - I'm your mother-in-law and I'm worried."
Seeing that she was pouting and worried, Song Zaishui comforted her again, "Anyway, Mrs. Gu just asked you to ask your mother-in-law what she meant, and she didn't ask you to guarantee it. Besides, as I said just now, the Huo family doesn't want Huo Zhaoyushang. Lord, let’s just tell the elders to help them resign. She didn’t ask for it, so you don’t owe the Huo family anything now.”
Wei Changying sighed: "The problem is, what do you think I should tell my mother-in-law? Just talking about the fact that Huo Zhaoyu wants Princess Shang Anji, I feel like I can't talk to her. Let's talk about Lian Kun's marriage... not to mention what Mrs. Gu said She was just being polite. She had been saying that Huo Zhaoyu had cheated me all her life. How could I be worthy of the Huo family if I didn’t compensate them? The Huo family was a well-established family after all, and Huo Zhaoyu was the legitimate son of the clan. He had no shortage of money and would not follow her. How can I make up for it? If I had known it, I would have made Princess Qingxin kneel in Prince Run's mansion for three hours instead of now."
"That ignorant little princess! Queen Gu really gave birth to her and the prince because of her lack of cultivation in her previous life. The queen is trying her best to win over the prince. The two brothers and sisters are more arrogant than the other." Song Zaishui snorted. , said, "But you have nothing to be afraid of, right? Anyway, now you have my little nephew by your side. Just now you have recognized that a mother is more valuable than a son! How can you worry about seeing your mother-in-law now? Guang'er is here, for Guang'er, no matter how angry your mother-in-law is, she still has to leave you a decent job. Just say it with confidence and boldness! I guess your mother-in-law has nothing to be angry about: you said it, Huo Zhaoyu is just your mother-in-law. This is one of the candidates your sister-in-law is considering, isn't there another one? If it really had to be him, your sister-in-law has reached the age of discussing marriage, and she should have discussed it earlier. The reason why she didn't discuss it must be. Either your mother-in-law has a better candidate, or she just feels that Huo Zhaoyu is not thoughtful enough.
"As for Huo Qingling, your brother-in-law is just a concubine. Moreover, the Shen family has many heirs, and if they all marry the direct daughters of the Yue family, each family must have so many daughters for them to marry! And! It's impossible for every family to wait for the Shen family to choose their first daughter-in-law! Isn't your fourth sister-in-law also from a noble family? She's also the first daughter-in-law of the Xiangning House! Huo Qingling is no worse than Pei Meiniang in this marriage. Even if it doesn't work, it doesn't mean it's an insult to the Shen family. Besides, I want my daughter to marry a good one. If your mother-in-law doesn't like Huo Qingling, you should look for another family for her. There are six families in the country! Qingling’s family background is decent in appearance and talent, so it’s impossible that he doesn’t have the same fate as the Liu family.”
After being encouraged by her, Wei Changying felt better and asked about Song Yuwang: "My uncle is still not at home today? I will go back before dinner. I wonder if I can see him?" Shen Shuguang full moon During the banquet, Song Yuwang, of course, came over to visit his nephew, but he only drank in the front. It is said that he even hugged his nephew during the banquet. Wei Changying was in the back hall the whole time, but he did not see his uncle.
Song Zaishui listened and said: "I also said that you may be able to meet your father today: father is not as busy these days as when you came last year. He will be back soon."
Wei Changying heard this and was busy looking at his clothes and jewelry. Song Zaishui smiled and said, "You are very neat, don't worry. Besides, father is meeting his niece, not looking at his clothes and jewelry."
"I don't believe you didn't think about your clothes and jewelry before entering Ruiyu Hall when you came to Fengzhou!" Wei Chief Ying spat.
Song Zaishui smiled and said: "It's a pity that you weren't here at the time. Even if I thought about it for three days and three nights, you wouldn't know and you couldn't make fun of me. But now that you are looking at me in front of me, you are ready to be laughed at."
"My cousin is getting worse and worse." Wei Changying sighed, "If things go on like this, won't I be reduced to the cousin who is made fun of? How can this happen?"
Song Zaishui was very proud: "Don't think about that time in Fengzhou. How could you not be angry with me three or five times? It's time for me to be proud!" He stretched out his finger and scratched her cheek, and giggled, " From now on, you have to be a good cousin and your cousin will love you. Otherwise, watch how I bully you!"
Guard Chief Ying Zhengyi said solemnly: "You have a beautiful idea! I know how I can deal with you! When I see my uncle later, I will cry to him and tell him that you bullied me, cousin! Let your uncle deal with you!"
"You are such a big man, even your eldest son is one month old." Song Zaishui sighed, "You still have the nerve to cry to your uncle and complain about your cousin. With your shamelessness, what else can your cousin do? If you really can do it, my cousin will have no choice but to apologize to you obediently."
"No matter how old you are, you will always be your niece to your uncle, and you will always be your sister to your cousin." Wei Changying showed no shame at all and said disapprovingly, "Cousin, you are older than me, and you have the nerve to bully my sister. How can I Are you embarrassed to cry and complain? "
Song Zaishui spat: "Go! See if I spread the word, will everyone laugh at you?"
"Everyone laughs at me, cousin, don't you have any part in it? They all say she is your biological cousin!"
While the two were laughing and joking, Qiu Jing came over to report: "The master is back. I heard that my cousin is here. I was very happy. He said I would go to the back hall to change clothes first and then meet in the flower hall. Please wait a moment, my cousin."
After hearing this, the two of them stood up hurriedly, called the maid to come up and help them dress up, and after checking each other, Song Zaishui led Wei Changying to the flower hall to wait.
This flower hall is built on the bank of a lotus pond, and part of the south side of the hall is built directly on the water. At this time, because the sun's shadow was already slanting to the west, the bamboo curtains and crocodiles that were originally hung down to protect the sun were rolled up. Through the glass, they could see the vast lotus leaves outside the south window, covering up the Jiuqu Bridge they passed by on the pond.
The furnishings in the hall are elegant, and it can be seen that it is used to receive close people: there are several calligraphy and paintings signed by Song Yuwang hanging around. Song Yuwang was not good at calligraphy and painting, and I had never heard of him praising his own calligraphy and painting. If it was not a place to receive close people, he would not hang up his works to avoid making people laugh.
Wei Changying took a look at it and saw that most of the paintings were filled with lotuses, which appeared all year round - perhaps because there was a lotus pond outside the flower hall.
Except for the permanent objects, ice cubes were placed in the corners to prevent heatstroke, and melons and fruits were placed in them, giving off a delicate fragrance.
The two sisters chatted and laughed in low voices for a while, but Song Yu didn't look over. Song Zaishui felt strange and sent someone to ask. After a long while, he came back and said, "We had a visitor just now. I had to go to the front to deal with it and ask the two ladies to wait for a while. I sent the guests away." He added, "My lord Yan Ruobiao, Miss feels that this place is boring." , you can go back to Jianjia Hall to rest first..."
"That's no need, we'll just wait here for uncle." Wei Changying said hurriedly.
Song Zaishui was familiar with his own home and said, "That's right. The trouble of going back and forth is just waiting here. This flower hall is boring. I'll take you to your father's study to see if there are any books you like. Let's take two to pass the time. "Chen Guang."
He led her out of the side door of the flower hall, which was a corridor, passing through a small atrium, where Song Yu's study was located behind.
This study room is quite large, with bright windows and excellent lighting. It contains a complete collection of pens, inks, paper and inkstones, each of which is exquisite and meticulous, and most of them are ancient relics from the previous dynasties. The ancient books on the bookshelf are listed very comprehensively.
The two cousins picked up books at random and read them. Wei Changying thought that since his uncle sent the guests away without talking for a while, he might not be able to read a few pages, so he picked a small book of ancient poems. Unexpectedly, Song Yu looked over and got stuck. When she finished reading the collection of poems, no one came to talk to her. She turned around and wanted to talk to Song Zaishui, but saw that she had taken a book and was reading with gusto. She was very absorbed in it. I don’t want to disturb her anymore—the study is huge anyway, so I just started wandering around in the study.
She watched for a while, and suddenly found that a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall was inscribed with her uncle's name, so she stopped and looked at it carefully: first she glanced at the painting, but she saw a huge lotus and lotus leaves, which were menacing. The lotus is originally the flower of a gentleman, calm and distant, but there is an intensity that is almost crazy in this painting. The green flowers are dense, the red flowers are gorgeous, and the white flowers are pale. The three colors reflect the sadness and beauty.
At first glance, Wei Changying suffocated subconsciously, and his heart wavered a little. After calming down, he thought: "There are several lotuses painted by my uncle hanging outside. Why are they different from the ones here? If not If you look closely at the brushwork, there are similarities. Just looking at the artistic conception, it seems that it was written by two people. "
She couldn't help but look at the words on the painting. There were quite a lot of them, and they took up a large part of the space. When she looked closely, they turned out to be a condolence essay, but it was written seven years ago: because it mentioned the time at the beginning, It is "In the middle of the summer of the Renxu year, the wind brought the summer heat, and the bright moon filled the building. I listened to the song in the middle of the night, and looked at the dressing table in front of the window. I seemed to see the shadow of Qingqing. I was ecstatic, suddenly woke up, and felt sad. I got up to study ink and spin the book. "Thinking of love".
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"The tulips will not burn together for a long time, and the green leaves will be scorched with the dust of the years.
The dowry hairpin ring is golden and dark, and the red silk marks on the wrist are deep.
I remember that when I was tied to the jade hand, I was bound by jokes for thirteen lifetimes!
In the middle of the night, I dreamed of returning my question to you, and I was happy to fulfill my old alliance.
The lonely shadow under the candle, I cherish my beautiful face but it is thin; the frost on my temples in the mirror, I hate my longevity!
Looking up to the sky, bathing in the bright flowers makes me feel more and more sad; recalling my first marriage, whispering while the night is still young.
The promise of time is always good, and the knots and hair grow together with age; the mandarin ducks are under the quilt, and the full moon shines in the sky.
Holding on to the red balustrade, my heart is depressed, and my heart is about to break as I bend over the lotus pond.
The lotus fields are vast, and the wind is slowly fragrant.
Although the night is also turbulent, I know that the day is scorching.
In the past, I took you on the orchid boat, turned the osmanthus oar, pulled the green cover, swung the red flower, and entered the depths of the lotus.
At this time, people would carry green quills, set up burnt tails, play pipe flutes, beat jade fou, pick lotuses and peel water chestnuts, play in the water and catch fish, or joke and say: "I can scoop fish into the palm of my hand, but it's a pity that I can sink fish!"
Qing pretended to be angry, holding up a lotus leaf with his bare hands, holding water in his pocket to splash the rest. His summer clothes were wet, and he returned them with a smile. The clear sound shakes the waves, and the lotus root skirt shines in the summer light.
Now the lotus pond is still the same, the moon is bright in the sky, but the orchid boat is burning, the harp and the fou are hidden, and only the sad flute is left!
—The hibiscus flowers are here, and the fragrant soul seems to come? The clear song is vague, and I miss you dearly.
Weeping in the middle of the night, the love is so deep that it is difficult to describe it; remembering the promise made before, the same hole is juxtaposed; the netherworld is waiting for me to tread; there will never be a difference in the next life and the next life! Note"
Wei Changying first looked at the painting with a strong and desolate artistic conception, and then looked back at the affectionate eulogy. He couldn't help but feel emotional. He thought to himself: "It's weird that my uncle was in his prime when he was widowed, and he was the only legitimate son of his grandfather. Even though there were two cousins. My brother and my cousin didn't want to have a prosperous heir, so they refused to renew their relationship. It turned out that my uncle was so affectionate to my aunt. Although this memorial was written seven years ago, it is still hanging on the wall of the study. Look at the picture above. There is no dust, obviously because of frequent cleaning, it can be seen that my uncle never forgets his aunt, so he can no longer tolerate others. "
"Father still has a piece of red silk rope tied around his wrist!" I don't know when, Song Zaishui also put down his book, walked over, looked at the calligraphy and painting, and said leisurely, "It is said that my mother liked to hold red silk rope when she was here. The ropes were woven into bracelets for my father to wear. Because there were too many of them, my father could not wear them all. Later, my mother passed away, and my father still wears them. He still keeps them when they are old. .”
Wei Changying sighed: "My uncle and my aunt have such a deep love. It's such a pity for my aunt."
"Yes!" Song Zaishui pursed his lips and said softly, "Don't mention this or this painting when you meet your father... Every time he mentions his mother, although his father doesn't say anything, he always feels uncomfortable in his heart for a while. .”
Wei Changying didn't realize that his uncle had never experienced the pain of losing his wife. He couldn't help but feel solemn. He quickly wrote it down and asked, "How is uncle busy over there?"
"It's so easy to send people away." Song Zaishui said, "Are you too absorbed in looking at this painting? Just now Dong Jing came over and said something, but you didn't hear it?"
"In this case, let's go back to the flower hall and wait for uncle?" Wei Changying really didn't notice when Dong Jing came in to report. She thought that since Song Yu couldn't hear anyone mentioning his deceased wife until now, she was in this study. When Li Guan saw the calligraphy and painting he made in memory of his wife, it was better not to let him know about it, so he suggested.
Note: The author wrote it himself. The author's level is limited, so please take the initiative to use it as a prop. (To be continued)