Song Qingjiao's fingers tightened, "You agreed?" ”

"Not yet."

"Big brother was there?"

"Hmm."

Song Qingjiao sneered, "He really wants you to get married, right?" Maybe this was something he and Duan Xiao had discussed in advance, if it weren't for the approval of the eldest brother, Duan Xiao wouldn't have rashly proposed to you, or today, at your banquet. ”

Song Fanhua played with her fingers and said lightly, "It doesn't matter." ”

"How can it not matter, the family affairs of the daughter's family are related to the happiness of a lifetime, the mother and father died early, your marriage is the eldest brother's decision, how can he ......"

"Not big brother."

"It must be him!" Song Qing's squeamish eyes turned red, "I'm going to find him and ask him if he wants Liu Xianxian or the two of us!" ”

As she spoke, Song Qingjiao put the box on the table, turned her head and left.

Song Fanhua grabbed her sleeve and said word by word, "Third sister, I am willing." ”

Song Qingjiao turned her head and shouted, "Song Fanhua!" ”

Song Fanhua looked at her, her eyes were cool but she couldn't hide the calmness and seriousness in her pupils, "I'm willing to marry Duan Xiao, third sister, I'm willing." ”

This is not anger, but rebellion.

……

On the way back, Song Qingjiao didn't say a word to Song Fanhua, and the two of them sat in a carriage, but they each looked out of a window.

Song Fanhua's two maid rings followed closely outside the carriage.

Song Qingjiao's two maid rings also followed closely outside the carriage.

The four maidens felt that all the way back to the house, the sedan chair was quiet and terrible, and they secretly looked at each other outside, but they didn't dare to ask blatantly, and when the sedan chair entered the house, Song Fanhua suddenly said, "I want to go down and walk." ”

Song Qingjiao's gaze outside the sedan window finally retracted, and fell on Song Fanhua's body with a sideways face, she reminded, "It's late, go back and sleep first, and talk about it tomorrow." ”

Song Fanhua said, "Third sister, go back to sleep first, I want to go down for a walk." Seeing that her brows furrowed again, she said, "This is in the Song Mansion, what else can I do?" I've been bored on the boat for a day, and I want to move, with Green Wear and Huanzhu to accompany me, you can rest assured. ”

Song Qingjiao said, "I'll accompany you." ”

"No, you don't."

Song Fanhua lifted the curtain and went down.

Song Qingjiao wanted to follow, but when her fingers touched the curtain and just lifted the corner of the curtain, she saw Song Fanhua walking away with the two maid rings.

She rubbed her brow and said to the coachman, "Let's go." ”

The coachman continued to walk into the house.

Song Fanhua walked in the night corridor, the two rows of the corridor are hung with five-pointed double crane lanterns, the lanterns are not big, but the candles inside are extraordinarily bright, and this row of corridors is lit like a dream.

Song Fanhua stopped as she walked.

Green Penny wondered, "Isn't Miss leaving?" ”

Huanzhu looked left and right, "Does Miss want to rest here?" There is a gazebo on the right where you can sit and sit. ”

It's a hot summer in June, and it's very comfortable to cool off in the gazebo.

Song Fanhua shook her head, "I'm just watching." ”

Lu Pei smiled and asked, "What is Miss looking at?" ”

Song Fanhua pointed to the beautiful dream corridor in front of her, "Don't you think there are too many lanterns hanging here?" I think it's a waste, I have to tell my eldest brother tomorrow to get him down. ”

This promenade has a name, the Red Corridor.

Song Mansion is the richest man in Hengzhou, the food and clothing used in the house are better than the Shixun family, and this red corridor is built in imitation of the organ pavilion, the organ pavilion is the land of fireworks, her eldest brother rarely goes there, of course, he also looks down on the women there, the reason why he built this, is because Liu Xianxian likes, the things that the woman likes, are always bright and dazzling, roughly, she thinks, according to her Liu Xian Xian's name, what she has must be the best in the world, whether it is a scene or a man.

When Song Fanhua thought of the scene before she died, her heart seemed to be drenched in oil and fire, hatred, hatred rolled in, she clenched her fingers suddenly, turned around suddenly, and strode to the door.

Lu Pei was taken aback, "Miss, where are you going!" ”

Huanzhu also shouted, "Miss! ”

Song Fanhua walked steadily, not slowing down, "I want to go to Duanfu, you can follow it." ”