Half a month later, Song Xiyuan brought me into the Song family with great fanfare, opened the water table, and invited people from all over Yangzhou City to attend the table, claiming that the dishes for three days and three nights would never be repeated.
For a while, the matter between me and Song Xiyuan was passed down as a beautiful talk about women chasing men in the south of the Yangtze River, which further confirmed the saying that "men chase women across mountains, women chase men across layers". , I hate that it wasn't me who jumped into the river at the beginning. Zhidao turned out that the romantic and affectionate Third Young Master could easily cling to him, and he easily jumped into the river and was trapped.
I have become numb to these claims, and the defense is useless, it will only become more and more smeared. Besides, these rumors pale in comparison to Song San. If I can't bear these little rumors, how can I bear Song San in the future? The right to keep a low profile.
On the day of marriage, there was another mistake.
Just after the ceremony of worshipping the husband and wife, he rushed into a group of people with a mighty momentum.
Some things really happen once again. So, this time, I didn't complain at all that it wasn't me who grabbed the bride.
Moreover, the person who came back this time was Jinyi Chau Kuai from the yamen of the prefect, and the head of the prefect bowed politely to Song Xiyuan, and said, "She knows how to pull out the scorpion and the rui account. Washing, Zhuo, blinking, Xiamen sisters are cowardly and cowardly. Pa counseling feeds you> Strongly dissecting Zhai Quan's locust ァ!
Song Xiyuan drank all the wine in his hand, and said with a laugh, "Where are you, the messengers are also following orders, and you have no choice but to do so. Fortunately, Song and his wife have already paid their respects."
That catcher's face changed.
Speaking of Licheng, if Song Xiyuan hadn't come to my house half an hour earlier on his whim, I'm afraid this time will be the same as last time.
Song Xiyuan turned around and said to me, "Don't panic, madam, Xiyuan will go back when he goes."
I answered him lightly: "It's okay, I'm used to it."
As a result, the bridegroom was robbed again on the wedding night. I just don't quite understand why the red hijab always asks me to remove it myself, if I had known it would be better not to cover it.
I know that cooperating with the yamen’s questioning is always tedious, and it can’t be concluded in a while. In the past, Pei Yanzhen often only returned home in the early morning when he was in the first instance, so he washed and washed himself before taking a rest. Sure enough, Song Xiyuan hadn't come back from sleep until the next day.
In this way, two days later, on the third day, when I was about to ask someone to send a set of clothes to the prefect's yamen, Song Xiyuan came back, and as soon as he entered the door, he stretched his arms around me, looked at me tenderly and said: " The lady is so virtuous, come and come, let me love you, Xiang Gong."
"Uncle Song, you are so disgusting. You haven't taken a bath for a few days? You stink of slaves." I slapped him on the chest with a twist. The way to deal with thick-skinned people is to have thicker skin than him, there is no other way. , Besides, I have always been at ease.
Sure enough, Song Xiyuan laughed and stopped saying anything weird, just stretched out his hand and squeezed my face, put it in my ear, and said, "Little lady, I really didn't miss you, you are so much in my heart! "
Immediately, he smiled and introduced the middle-aged man behind him with a coffin face from beginning to end: "This is Uncle Chen, the housekeeper of the Song family."
The man bowed to me expressionlessly, "Hello, Madam."
"From now on, Madam's words will be my Song San's words, and you must obey all orders." Song Xiyuan warned in a serious manner.
Once it's done, people immediately say yes.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiyuan had just finished packing up and drank a bowl of rice porridge, when a servant rushed to report, "Third Young Master, it's not good, the warehouse is running out of water!"
Song Xiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he gritted his teeth, "The government forces the people to rebel." After dropping four words, he went out the door again.
Six days have passed since I went out this time. I was sleeping in a sweet place in the middle of the night when I suddenly felt a sigh of relief from the pressure of Mount Tai on the top of my chest. I wondered if it was a ghost pressing the bed, but I heard a frivolous voice in my ear: "Miss, come here. Serving and serving me."
I moved my neck and smelled the dusty smell on his body. Before I could answer, I listened to Song Xiyuan sucking in his saliva, and reached out to pick my chin as if he was salivating, "What? The little lady doesn't want to? Then Let Xianggong wait for me to serve you!"
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On the second day, when I heard that Pei's mansion had gone into the water in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt that my numerology not only conquered my husband, but also my ex-husband.
Just as eggs can never understand the happiness of duck eggs, and stones can never understand the sadness of wood, I guess I will never be able to understand Song Xiyuan's charismatic train of thought for the rest of my life. Every day came, I thought that I had cultivated to the highest level, but on the second day, Song Xiyuan would definitely make a new trick, often making people speechless.
This kind of self-cultivation really has only a beginning and no end. As for Song Xiyuan, I thought it should only exist in the sky. How many times have I heard of it in the world
For example, when the family was having a serious meal, he would suddenly say to me, "Miaomiao, the lady who takes the initiative to defeat Xiang Gong is a good lady."
The Song family did not lift their eyelids at all, and continued to eat and drink as they should.
I paused, silently put a chopstick of sea cucumber into Song Xiyuan's bowl, and changed the subject: "Master, sea cucumber is a great supplement."
Old Chen on the side echoed expressionlessly: "What Madam said is. Sea cucumber nourishes the kidneys and strengthens the yang."
So, I couldn't eat any more.
For another example, Song Xiyuan would send servants back in the evening to tell me, "Madam, the third son asked the youngest to tell Madam that he would not be back at night."
I heard it naturally and said, "I know."
Unexpectedly, before I blew the lamp and fell asleep at night, Song Xiyuan pushed open the door with a face full of indignation, stood in front of me and covered his face and said, "Ma'am, how can you do this?"
"Huh?" I looked up at him dumbfounded.
"There are only three words! 'I know' three words! Why don't you ask me what I'm going to do if I don't come back at night?" Song Xiyuan put both hands on the dresser behind me, leaned over to face me fiercely, and suddenly The grievance hides his face, "You don't care about your husband and me at all, I'm so sad, I'll take a concubine when I'm sad, I'll spend money when I take a concubine, I'll feel pain when I spend money, I'll take a heartache when I'm sad …”
"Then why didn't you come back at night?" I interrupted him bluntly, and that was the reason, so I asked him generously.
Hearing this, Song Xiyuan immediately straightened up, brushed off his robe, and said proudly, "Your husband, I'm going to visit Hualou."
"Oh." I thought something big had happened, so I felt relieved and started to remove the hairpins from my head, and went to bed to rest in preparation for packing up.
Song Xiyuan rounded his eyes and looked at me for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go right now."
I said "um" and got under the quilt, listening to Song Xiyuan closing the door and walking away, and after less than a cup of tea, he went back and sat on the edge of the bed and purred like a cat with a tantrum.
So, I got up and asked him, "What's wrong?"
Song Xiyuan glanced at me and said indifferently, "I didn't bring enough money for whoring."
Before I lay down, I pointed to the cabinet beside me and said, "There is a silver note in the second compartment."
Song Xiyuan turned around and stared at me for a long time, and after looking at me for a long time, I felt chills down my spine, then he suddenly leaned over and hugged me into his arms, burying his head in the crook of my neck, and said sadly, "Miss, you have a new love. Or is it an unforgettable old love?"
"No." Well, I admit that I am blunt, and I really can't understand the essence and mystery of Master Song.
"Isn't it?" Song Xiyuan looked up again and looked into my eyes seriously, and I looked at him with a burning and unwavering gaze. So, Song Xiyuan bent his eyes, and suddenly laughed like a child who stole a string of candied haws. He put on it, "Tweet!" and kissed my lips, stretched out his hand and stroked my back, and said, "My dear lady. , Jealousy is the foundation of women's virtue, and a woman who is not jealous is not a good woman. This jealousy should start with small things. From today onwards, if I return home a moment later, my wife should check me, and if any woman comes within a foot of me , the lady will be angry; if you smell the fragrance of fat powder on me, the lady will hold you accountable; if you see a woman’s long hair stuck on my clothes, the lady will question; if I go to drink the flower wine, the lady will be even more angry; if…”
When I was so lost in his dreams, I suddenly had an idea that happiness is something that depends on whether you believe in it or not. So, should I believe it