MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 13

  Chapter 13

  In summer, when the sun shows up, 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 maid to move a bamboo chair, and sat next to his mother under the eaves.

  Ms. Qian combed her little daughter's hair, and asked her servant girl to lead her to breakfast, then said in a low voice, "Did something happen?"

   It seems that 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 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, at this moment, they are still willing to mess with them, willing to marry a filial daughter to enter the door, 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 news, rushed back quickly.

   It's just that she hasn't stood still yet, and hastily said: "Madam, miss, I have already found out. The old lady has appointed the young lady of the Zeng family, Zeng Wenxing."

  Ms. 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 came to her door many times, asking her father to help her.

  But Zeng’s family’s mud can’t support the wall, and she blames her father for not doing 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.

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

   Zeng also cried and made a lot of noise several times because of this.

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

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

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

  Qian frowned, and said: "If I had known this, I should have arranged a marriage for Yun Duo. Why is it better than that prodigal son Zeng Wenxing!"

  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 another person.

  Being a frequent visitor to the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion since the age of fourteen or five. 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, Mrs. Zeng really put his heart into it!

  Nurse Zheng gave advice to Mrs. Qian: "How about we settle the marriage for the eldest lady before the old lady?"

  Everybody knew it was a good idea.

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

  Mr. Qian 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 the death of Song Jiyun's grandfather, the Qian family has no relatives here.

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

  Song Cumulus smiled.

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

  Find a betrothal…

  A figure suddenly flashed in Song Jiyun's mind.

   Maybe it's 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!

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  Song Jiyun hurried back to his yard.

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

  She entered the room and felt refreshed after drinking two bowls of iced sour plum soup.

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

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, world stories, and miscellaneous biographies in my study. I don't know what you are most interested in, sir?"

  The man didn't raise his head, he turned a page of the book slowly, and said, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't have to pretend."

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

  The man raised his eyes.

  In the dark green gauze cupboard that filled the room, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of starlight, dazzling and dazzling.

  Song Jiyun was slightly stunned.

  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...

  (end of this chapter)