Twenty years ago, Ji Chengxuan was plotted and had no choice but to marry his daughter into the Song family. Twenty years later, how could he repeat the same mistakes? He made his granddaughter fall into his daughter's situation. This time he took action quickly, ruthlessly and accurately, caught Old Master Song off guard. He thought it was his political enemy, but he never expected it to be his in-laws...

The man's status outside directly affects the status of the woman in the backyard. Old Master Song retired and returned home. The emperor rewarded the pension land and pension. It was also very glorious. Old Mrs. Song could still accept it in her heart, but Song Yi was dismissed from office. Little Jiang did not have a son. The only concubine was only eleven years old. Even if he had a promising future and could become an official, he would have to wait at least ten years. How could she go out for socializing now? Who would pay attention to a woman whose husband had no official position? Looking at Song Ruoying, who looked as pale as paper, and looking at Song Ruoman who was ignorant and only knew how to eat pastries, she cried in despair.

Ouyang took it calmly. As long as Song Zhen is fine, the second wife will be fine. What she cares most about now is how to find a wife for her eldest son, and she doesn't care about anything else.

Wen was a little gloating. The one who could rely on her was Song Shu, and the legitimate son in her belly whom she had been looking forward to for a long time. Old Master Song retired and returned home, and Song Yi was dismissed from office. This was not a good thing for the fourth house, but it was not a bad thing. At least little Jiang was no longer qualified to sarcastically mock her.

Things were finally done successfully. Ji Yun's heart fell to the ground, leaned back on the pillow, closed her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ruoxi was keeping the accounts aside, looking up at her, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Mom, these things are done by grandpa and uncle!"

Ji Yun opened her eyes and looked at her, "Why do you think so?"

"Because my mother loves me, I can't bear to suffer any grievances." Song Ruoxi didn't know what Ji Yun said to Ji Chengxuan and others behind her back, but those who plotted against her in the past two days were all punished. Shangguan Moxun had no real power in the court, and only Ji Chengxuan and his son could do this.

Ji Yun smiled and waved, "Xi'er comes to my mother's side."

Song Ruoxi put down his pen and walked to Ji Yun and sat down.

Ji Yun reached out to her and was about to speak when she heard the maid outside the door bowing to Song Sui for a greeting, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Song Ruoxi frowned slightly. Song Sui was honored to be on the top of the list of the people she hated the most. However, due to secular rules, she had to stand up with Ji Yun and greet him and greet him.

Song Sui's face was not very good. Seeing Song Ruoxi being there, he pulled the corner of his mouth and showed his thoughtful amiable smile, "Xi'er is here too. Did Dad disturb you and talk to your mother?"

But Song Sui wanted to play the role of a father's kindness and daughter's filial piety, but Ji Yun did not plan to cooperate and said, "Xi'er will go back to her room!"

"Yes, mom." Song Ruoxi bowed and retreated.

Song Sui thought Ji Yun had something to tell him, but he didn't care about her sending her daughter away. When he came back from the yamen, he went directly to see Mr. Song. He was still wearing official uniforms, so he went into the bedroom to change his clothes. Ji Yun hesitated for a moment before following him, but he did not wait for him to change his clothes and sat on the couch to watch.

"You have nothing to ask me?" Song Sui asked while changing his clothes.

"The third room is dependent on the master." Ji Yun said lightly.

When Song Sui heard this, he felt relieved and showed a happy smile on his face.

Ji Yun looked at him, picked up the round fan on the beauty couch, turned around and went out while shaking, and a contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of her lips.

Because there was something wrong at home, Song Sui did not go out to drink wine with others. In the evening, the couple sat opposite each other and served the three concubines in a manner. After dinner, Ji Yun used the excuse of being uncomfortable and could not serve him, so she sent him to Mei's room. Although Song Sui was not dead, in Ji Yun's mind, he was dead. With the idea of ​​his husband's death, he was unwilling to share the same bed with him.

That night, Song Ruoxi called Wu out again. The day before yesterday and yesterday were too hard. He slept so hard that he didn't know the situation as soon as he got to bed. Today he was fully nourished. It was time to talk to Wu about Shangguan Moxun. "Bi, Moxun denied it."

"What did the young master deny?" Wu didn't keep up that day, and didn't know what the two of them were talking.

"He denied that he liked me, and he said that his care and care for me were all because of Lu Fengyan."

Wu was stunned for a moment, "Did the girl ask the young master directly if he likes the girl?"

Song Ruoxi nodded, "I said he liked me, it was the love between men and women, and he said he liked me liked me liked like a son and nephew."

Wu's eyes flashed slightly and he asked, "Does the girl believe the young master?"

Song Ruoxi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think I should believe it, or shouldn't you?"

"Is the girl willing to believe it or not?" asked Wu.

"Ba, I asked you to come out to ask you to answer questions, not ask you to ask questions."

Wu laughed silently and said, "The girl already has the answer in her heart, so why bother to ask her subordinates?"

Song Ruoxi looked at her, frowned slightly, and said, "I think he likes me, but he denied it."

"Have the girl ever thought about why the young master denied it?"

Song Ruoxi thought for a while and said, "Because of Lu Fengyan."

"Does the girl like Mr. Lu?"

Song Ruoxi shook her head honestly. She and Lu Fengyan had only been together for a few days and didn't know each other. The reason why she promised to marry him was because he promised not to take a concubine, which had nothing to do with likes.

"Does the girl like the young master?" asked Wu.

Song Ruoxi looked up at the stars in the night sky, pondered for a long time, and slowly said: "When I first met him, I thought he would kill me to silence me, and I was so scared that I was half-hearted. When I saw him the second time, he was fighting with Cannibal, and I was so scared that I was half-hearted by him. When I saw him the third time, he suddenly kidnapped me, but still was half-hearted by him. He took me to see the wintersweet flowers and forced me to sing for him. At that time, I thought he was a weird person and unexpectedly did things. I never thought he would like me, nor did I think he like him. I thought he was just..."

It's just an ordinary friend, but in fact, I have long felt different about him. Otherwise, I wouldn't be angry when I knew that he had concealed from her that he was Mr. Luo Qi, and I wouldn't be angry when I saw that painting, I thought he was hiding from him.

Does she do this because she likes him?

Seeing that Song Ruoxi was in deep thought, he did not disturb her, but quietly hid his figure and looked at her in secret. After about a cup of tea, Song Ruoxi got up and went back to the room.

The next morning, the Song family was in chaos, and the second aunt's wife and Xiao Jiang started fighting. The reason for the fight was that the second aunt's wife repented and said that Song Yi was a crime and that the Pan family had been innocent for generations and refused to let Pan Shiwei marry Song Ruoying as their wife, but only wanted to take her as their concubine.

Xiao Jiang refused, so two old women in their 80s fought in front of many slaves regardless of their image. The two fought too fiercely, and no one dared to come forward to fight, so they had to invite Mr. Song out.

Old Master Song roared with his beard and glared at the two of them, and then said, "Go and find two matchmakers, decide on the marriage, choose an auspicious day, and get married immediately."

Ouyang quickly asked someone to find the matchmaker, and all the etiquette was simple. Old Master Song also chose the most recent auspicious day to marry the two on May 11th.

"Get married on May 11th?" Song Ruoxi was surprised, "It's already the first day of May."

"Ten days later, the third girl will become the third girl." Qiaotao said with a smile.

Xiangduo frowned and said, "Didn't the third aunt break her leg? She didn't even come for the old man's birthday. It's only ten days. He can't come for it. What should I do with this marriage?"

Qiao Tao said: "The old man asked someone to rent a three-bedroom house in Nanrong Lane, and asked the second aunt, the cousin, the cousin, and the cousin, to move over, welcome the bride here first, and return to the Pan family before holding a wedding banquet."

"Is this OK?" Song Ruoxi asked in a daze.

"The old man said yes, that's fine." Qiaotao said for granted.

No one can change what Mr. Song decided, even if the fierce second lady was only obedient, Song Ruoxi expressed deep sympathy for Song Ruoying's experience.

At this time, Yin Qiao came over, holding a mahogany carved brocade box in his hand, and bowed: "Miss Seventh, the third girl is going to get married, and it is still the same. The girls in the family are going to add makeup."

Song Ruoxi took the brocade box and opened it. It was a set of pearl heads. Each bead was the size of a thumb, which was of great value. After a moment of pondering, he understood what Ji Yun meant.

Song Yi was dismissed from office and the old man Song retired and returned home, which made Song Ruoying's marriage work hastily. Although Ji Yun hated Song Yi to plot against Song Ruoxi, she was not as guilty as her wife and daughter. This generous gift was regarded as a little compensation for Song Ruoying.

Song Ruoxi changed his clothes and went to Lanpuyuan to give gifts.

This is the first time Song Ruoying has seen her since she was defamed by Pan Shiwei. She was so thin that she leaned against the beauty couch, her eyes were dull, but when she saw the pearl's head, her eyes shone, and she reached out and snatched it, "Sister Seven, is this your makeup for me?"

"Yes." Seeing the greedy light in Song Ruoying's eyes, the little pity that had just emerged from Song Ruoxi disappeared.

"It's the Seventh Sister who treats me the best. Look at what they send, they are all rags." Song Ruoying pointed at the brocade boxes thrown aside with disgust, took the pearl head and sat in front of the dressing table, and happily wore them.

Song Ruoxi was speechless. It seemed that as long as there was something valuable to give to Song Ruoying, it would be a trivial matter to be defamed, forced to remarry, and hastily marrying.

"Miss Seven, please sit down." The maid was much polite than Song Ruoying, and she also knew to ask Song Ruoxi to sit down.

"No need, you can serve the third girl. I have something to do, I'll leave first." Song Ruoxi didn't know what to say to Song Ruoying next. She had already given her makeup and she could retire successfully.

On the third day of the fifth month, the yard in Nanrong Lane was cleaned. The second aunt brought Wu and Pan Shiwei to move over, and she set up a decorative lantern to prepare for the wedding.

Because Song Yi had just been dismissed from office, the Song family did not wear red and green clothes, but only pasted a few words of wedding in Lanpuyuan, which seemed very deserted, which contrasted with the joy of holding the old man's birthday a few days ago.
Chapter completed!