On the day of Shen Yanjun's wedding, Song Ajiao returned to the door on the third day, because Song Ajiao was about to leave Beijing with Wang Qingchen to take up her post, and Shen Qihuan and Song Ajiao made an appointment to meet on this day. Shen Quehuan staggered the banquet and climbed over the wall to enter the Song family when the guests were about to disperse.

But unfortunately, Jiang Yueqin happened to come out of Song Ajiao's yard, and the two collided. Shen Qihuan didn't hide, scratching his head embarrassedly.

Jiang Yueqin looked disgusted: "No wonder Gillian said that she was drunk, it turned out that she was waiting for you." ”

Song Ajiao drank extraordinarily, and Shen Qihuan also knew it, but she didn't know how to lie to her, so she stood there and smirked twice. was smiling, and a blue and gray monk's robe followed from the courtyard, first smiling at Jiang Yueqin, and then at Shen Qihuan.

Shen Quehuan remembered that on the day the Wang family sent it, she saw a figure in a monk's robe, and it seemed that she must not have been dazzled that day.

Thinking about it in her heart, the nun in front of her suddenly widened her eyes, and she grabbed her hand in a gaffe.

Shen Quehuan was startled and subconsciously withdrew her hand, but the nun clung to it, as if she was afraid that Shen Quehuan would slip away.

Jiang Yueqin figured out something first, the smile on her face paused, and she turned sideways to explain to the nun: "She is the niece of the third lady, Miss Shen San, Shen Qihuan." ”

She introduced this, and Shen Qihuan also began to look at the person, it didn't matter, heroic eyebrows, narrow and slightly raised eyes, a straight nose, and slightly thin lips. The first face that came to mind turned out to be Jiang Shen.

This nun is so similar to Jiang Shen, so what is she......

"Jiang ...... Jiang Yu?" Shen Quehuan said in a hurry, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

And the other party's slightly stretched brows also admitted Shen Qihuan's guess, yes, she already knew that Jiang Yu was a monk in Xunyang, why didn't she think about her on the day she was delivered?

"Are you ......? What's wrong with you?" Jiang Yueqin's voice pulled Shen Qihuan back to reality, and when she touched her face, it turned out to be cold.

"Oh, I often hear my aunt talk about the eldest lady...... Some ......" Shen Qihuan hurriedly wiped the embarrassment on her face with her sleeve, fortunately she didn't apply powder, otherwise it would have been a joke for people to see at this time.

Jiang Yu's hand was still grasping Shen Qihuan's right wrist, and something gradually gathered between her eyebrows, as if she was trying her best to suppress it, but what it was, Shen Qihuan didn't know.

"Now that we've met, let's go inside and sit down. Jiang Yueqin proposed with a smile.

"No need. Jiang Yu smiled reluctantly, withdrew his hand, and folded it in front of him, "Gillian is still waiting for Miss Shen San inside, so she still won't disturb the two young ladies." ”

Shen Qihuan was a little disappointed, but she had already lost her temper just now, and she shouldn't be too eager at this time, so she bowed her head slightly, said a few polite words to Jiang Yueqin, and watched them leave.

When he walked to the corner gate, Jiang Yu stopped and glanced back at Shen Quehuan, there was nothing in his eyes, but he seemed to pinch Shen Quehuan's heart.

After seeing Song Ajiao, Shen Quehuan couldn't wait to ask, "Why is Jiang Yu here?"

"Have you already met?" Song Ajiao always wanted Shen Qihuan and Jiang Yu to meet, but Jiang Yu was not interested in Song Ajiao's close friend, she was relatively lonely and cold, and Song Ajiao was inconvenient to force it, but she didn't expect to meet the crooked one.

"Didn't my father be the prefect of Xunyang? Her husband was the former prefect of Xunyang, after the prefect of Xunzhou was convicted by the emperor, her husband made a relationship to go to Xunzhou, she did not follow, has been in the nunnery of Xunyang, but I did not expect my father to go to Xunyang later, heard that I was going to get married, my father invited her to see her mother together. ”

"Oh. Shen Qihuan's emotions are very complicated, Jiang Yu and Jiang Shen Qicheng's similar appearances are engraved in his heart at a glance, and he can't get rid of it.

That is the same blood of the Jiang family as himself, and he is his dearest sister.

Song Ajiao didn't see that something was wrong with her, and took out a bag with all kinds of shoes and socks and handkerchiefs: " These are all made by my own hands, your family affairs should also be decided, earlier I embroidered Shu socks, autumn and winter wear is not warm, and made some cotton cloth, and these handkerchiefs, you never seem to use a handkerchief, you see which lady always wipes sweat with her sleeves like you, although you are very special, but you marry to the palace, always have to be more restrained, otherwise those housekeepers, maids will definitely despise you. ”

Song Ajiao chattered, but the corners of her mouth hooked a shallow smile of the passerby, Shen Qihuan saw it in her eyes, and couldn't help but ask her: "How does the Wang family treat you, did Wang Qingchen's mother treat you badly? What about Wang Qingchen? Is he good to you?"

A flush flew on Song Ajiao's face, and she smiled kindly: "It's not good or bad, my mother-in-law originally didn't let me follow Xianggong to take office, but Xianggong insisted on taking me away, a woman is not just a dependent, and now he is willing to support me, which is worth it more than anything." ”

Shen Qihuan was shocked by Song Ajiao's mouthful of "Xianggong", looked at her in a daze for a long time, and finally asked directly: "Do you have a round house?" ”

Originally, Song Ajiao's cheeks were only smeared with a faint layer of red glow, but now it is good, it is like two red apples, she slapped Shen Qihuan's hand angrily, and her two eyebrows were raised: "Are you ashamed?"

Shen Qihuan shrank her hand when she hit her, and thought to herself, it's obviously you who is ashamed now.

After the flush on Song Ajiao's face subsided a little, she listened to her calm answer: "Actually, those are not important, but now it's very good." ”

The digression is that Wang Qingchen did not have a round room with Song Ajiao.

I don't know why, Shen Qihuan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's fine, when you regret it, you can also get out of the way, it's a big deal that my father and I will take you to wander around the world." ”

Song Ajiao was stunned, wandering at the end of the world? Now that I talk about it, it's really a fantasy.

On the second day, the people of Jing'an Wangfu officially came to discuss the marriage date with Changru, and it didn't take much trouble to set it for the sixth day of September.

The people of Xiaoyun Pavilion and Qingyuntang were completely busy, the maids talked about marriage every day, Lao An called people to come over three or four times every day to tell them, and all kinds of things were rewarded, and Shen Qihuan had a little consciousness that he was about to get married.

On August 22, Wang Qingchen and Song Ajiao set off for their posts, Shen Quehuan took a Hehuan incense car to see her off outside the city gate, and the two had a tacit understanding to bring the white jade lily they wore during the Flower God Festival.

On the way to Quzhou, passing through Xunyang, Song Er and Jiang Yu also accompanied Wang Qingchen and others. In the crowd, Wang Qingchen was very respectful to his father-in-law, and when he talked about a certain topic, he would also detect some irreversible taste in the corners of their eyes and eyebrows.

And every time Song Ajiao saw this, she would smile lightly and gratifyingly.

Maybe in Song Ajiao's heart, these are enough. And what made Shen Qihuan even more relieved was that Wang Qingchen never looked at him with that kind of complaining gaze from beginning to end, no matter what Gillian said to him that night, now, it is indeed the best turning point.