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Han Liao glanced at Duan Xiao and then at Song Fanhua, then smiled and rubbed Yue Wencheng's shoulder vigorously with his palm, then withdrew his hand, patted his shoulder again before closing it, and said with a smile, "It seems that your good deeds are not far away." ”

Yue Wencheng still had a happy smile on her face, but she ignored Han Liao and only said to Cui Jian, "Uncle Cui, you show the second lady the good days invited by my grandmother." ”

Cui Jian should be, and took out something from his arms with a smile.

That thing is not cloth, not silk, not paper, but like the long bamboo sticks specially used for divination in the temple, the color is dark, as long as a palm, as wide as two fingers, when Cui Jian handed it to Song Minghui, Song Fanhua and Song Mingyan both saw the golden font on the black pattern, the font was not handwritten, as if it came and fell on it invisibly.

Song Fanhua let out a "huh" and said in her heart, isn't this the ancient divination technique of the Lu family? How could Grandma Yue's have this? Could it be that he was looking for Lu Zhiyan? It's not right, although Lu Zhiyan is in the Lu family, he doesn't know divination.

She squinted, brushed her sleeves and rolled up her handkerchief, and after Song Minghui took it, she stretched her neck to look.

Song Mingyan also came to see the surprise.

Song Minghui held the black bamboo stick, looking at the words on it, the text was very short, only eight words, the upper hung marriage was born, and the lower one was connected to September.

When Song Fanhua saw the word September, she raised her face and smiled at Yue Wencheng and asked, "Could it be that the good day that Grandma Yue asked for is September?" ”

Yue Wencheng said, "Yes." ”

Song Fanhua glanced at the words on the bamboo stick again and said, "I didn't say what day it was." ”

Yue Wencheng said, "My grandmother said that the will of heaven calculated that it was September, that is, the morning day at the beginning of September, that is, the first day. ”

Song Fanhua pursed her lips and didn't ask again, it's the end of June now, basically there are two months to enter September, and in the previous life, September was the month of the catastrophe when the Song Mansion was destroyed, probably in the previous life, Grandma Yue also asked someone to calculate it, but she asked someone to calculate only the marriage of her grandson, but not the fate, yes, the providence of God made them get together in September for a hundred years, but let Song Qingjiao follow the Song Mansion and step into the ghost gate in September.

Song Fanhua tugged on the handkerchief and wiped her forehead, and sat down on the chair on the side.

Song Mingyan saw that Song Minghui had finished reading the words on the bamboo stick, snatched the bamboo stick, held it in his hand and studied it curiously, "Hey, this word is so amazing, it doesn't seem to be written with an ink pen, how did it get up?" Is it engraved? No, there are no nicks at all. ”

She flipped back and forth, really curious.

Yue Wencheng said with a smile, "This is obtained by divination, the so-called hexagrams, they are all given by God, how can it be written by a layman." ”

Song Mingyan looked up and smiled, "God-given? Ha ha. She laughed out loud and said, "What the hell, I don't believe in ghosts or gods, this thing is so mysterious, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is also a lie, if you really like my third cousin, even if what is written above is not born by marriage, not in September, don't you still want to marry?" If you don't write like that, you won't marry? ”

Yue Wencheng said, "Of course not!" ”

Song Mingyan smiled, "That's not the end." She pouted, threw the bamboo stick, threw it to Song Minghui, when the bamboo stick was thrown, the palm of the hand was hung on the edge and corner of the bamboo stick, oozing a little blood, just a little, no one saw it, Song Mingyan herself didn't notice it, and when Song Minghui took the bamboo stick, she shook her sleeves, and sat down next to the chair next to Song Fanhua with a boring face, her thighs were cocked and put on her legs, without any boudoir.

Song Minghui scolded her, "Sit down!" ”

Song Mingyan smacked her mouth, silently put her legs down, and sat upright.

Song Minghui returned the bamboo stick to Cui Jian, and said to Yue Wencheng, "When my parents come, discuss it with them, if they have no opinion, then this family matter will be decided." ”

Yue Wencheng frowned, glanced at the gate leading to the inner courtyard, and whispered, "I want to say it to Jiaojiao in person." ”

Song Minghui smiled gently, "I'll let you say it, don't worry." ”

Song Mingyan laughed when she heard this.

Yue Wencheng was a little embarrassed to be laughed at, and the always handsome and gentle face suddenly showed embarrassment.

Han Liao stood aside and patted the folding fan and chuckled.

Duan Xiao was silent.

Zhang Shiyi didn't say a word.

Song Minghui saw that Song Yang had not come, so she asked Dong Yan to serve tea, and the tea was served, and poured it for them one by one, and when a cup of tea had not fallen into her throat, Song Yang and Fang walked in from outside the door.

Song Yang took Fang's hand, Huo Hai followed behind, and Holly cushioned behind.

As soon as the four of them entered the main hall, Song Minghui, Song Mingyan, and Song Fanhua immediately greeted them, shouting one after another, "Dad, mother, second uncle, second aunt." ”

Song Yang glanced at them, then at the three men sitting there drinking tea in the room, and finally his eyes fell on Yue Wencheng, Yue Wencheng met his gaze, and shouted with a smile, "Second uncle." ”

Cui Jian politely shouted, "Second master." ”

Song Yang raised his eyebrows, but he shouldn't be Yue Wencheng, nor Cui Jian, he walked directly in front of Duan Xiao and asked him, "Xiao Liu didn't tell you, I asked her to bring you a message, when did she meet you and tell you to go to my North Courtyard?" ”

Duan Xiao held the teacup in his hand for a moment, and he turned his head to look at Song Fanhua.

Song Fanhua blinked, thought about it vigorously, and suddenly seemed to probably remember that there was such a thing, she said "ah", and said very innocently, "I forgot." ”

Duan Xiao's deep eyes narrowed, he slowly put down the teacup, and said to Song Yang, "Go in a while." ”

Song Yang nodded, then pulled the Fang family to find a chair for her to sit down, Huo Hai stood on one side, Song Yang asked Yue Wencheng, "Listen to Erhui's girl, are you here to propose to Jiaojiao?" ”

Yue Wencheng nodded solemnly, "Yes, I still hope that the second uncle will be fulfilled." ”

Song Yang said, "If you really want to marry, I will do it." After that, without waiting for Yue Wencheng to say anything, he asked Song Minghui again, "What about Shixian?" ”

Song Minghui said, "I said that I was busy during this time and couldn't come home." ”

Song Yang twisted his eyebrows, "Something happened to the shop recently?" ”

Song Minghui shook her head, "No." ”

Song Yang asked again, "Is that business has been so good lately that I can't even go home when I'm so busy?" ”

Song Minghui said softly, "Probably." ”

Song Yang didn't ask, he walked up to Fang's side, held her hand playing with the handkerchief, and whispered to her, "Qingjiao is getting married." He pointed at Yue Wencheng with his finger and said, "It's this young man, can you agree?" ”

Fang Yiyao slowly raised her head, looked at him in confusion, and asked, "What did you just say?" ”

Song Yang said, "Qingjiao is getting married." ”

Fang Yiyao probably understood, and said the word warmly, "Oh." ”

Song Yang asked, "You agreed?" ”

Fang Yiyao raised her head to look at Yue Wencheng, obviously half crazy and half stupid, but when she looked at Yue Wencheng, her eyes were clear, and after a while, she lowered her head and threw herself into Song Yang's arms, "My head hurts." ”

Song Yang sighed lightly, "Then don't think about it." ”

Fang Yiyao said, "But you just asked me." ”

Song Yang said, "You didn't ask me." ”

Fang Yiyao said stubbornly, "You let me say it, otherwise I will have trouble sleeping." ”

Song Yang pursed his lips, patted her back lightly, and said helplessly, "You say." ”

Fang Yiyao said slowly, "Who is Qingjiao?" ”

Song Yang was stunned, and the people who appeared in the main hall sitting or standing, whether they were masters or slaves, all fell on Fang Yiyao's body after hearing this, but Fang Yiyao didn't realize it, and just asked Song Yang, "Qingjiao is our daughter?" ”

Song Yang said, "No, she is the daughter of the eldest brother and sister-in-law." ”

Fang Yiyao repeated, "Big brother and sister-in-law...... Before the last three words could be repeated, she screamed violently, "Ah! The scream was frightened, accompanied by a trembling whole body, and he said hoarsely, "Quick, quick, Song Yang...... Sister-in-law, she ...... "She stood up violently, as if she wanted to run, but she was hugged by Song Yang and clicked on her point.

Huo Hai said with a worried face, "I'll carry her back." ”

Song Yang said in a deep voice, "No." ”

He hugged Fang Yiyao and said to Duan Xiao, "I'll go back first, you remember to come to my north courtyard later." ”

Duan Xiao nodded.

Song Yang said to Song Fanhua again, "You can come later." ”

Song Fanhua pursed her lips and replied in a low voice, "Oh." ”

Song Yang hugged Fang Yiyao and left, and when he walked to the threshold, he turned his head and said to Song Minghui, "Yue Wencheng was born under the Yue Gong, the so-called good generals have no weak soldiers, the Yue family has three generations of single inheritance, and the hereditary prince, but it is the style of the gate that has not diminished back then, and I am very relieved that Qingjiao married in the past." ”

With that, he left.

Song Minghui watched Fang Yiyao leave, during this period, she couldn't speak, she didn't come forward to say hello, and she didn't hear Fang Yiyao call her, Song Minghui was sad and sad in her heart, when will their sisters enjoy normal fatherly love and mother's love?

She withdrew her gaze, grief in her eyes.

Song Mingyan's little face, which had always been cheerful and bright, was also piled up with a layer of darkness, and she also looked at the door with her eyes, until she saw that Song Yang was holding Fang Yiyao and disappeared completely, so she stopped looking, she asked Song Minghui, "Sister, mother, she ......"

Song Minghui waved her hand to stop her words, "You go and call the third sister to come out." ”

Song Mingyan didn't want to go, she wanted to go to the North Courtyard now, but seeing Song Minghui's rare uncertain face, she reluctantly got up, went to the South Courtyard, and called Song Qingjiao.

As soon as Song Qingjiao came, Yue Wencheng couldn't help but open his legs.

Song Mingyan stretched out his arm to stop him, "Pay attention to proportion." ”

Yue Wencheng looked at Song Qingjiao, across one of Song Mingyan's arms, his eyes were not instantaneous, Song Qingjiao was annoyed and ashamed, he wanted to get angry, but he glanced at the people in the hall, there were Han Liao, Duan Xiao, and Zhang Shiyi, and so many maid servants, if she gave him no face at this time, she would let him be laughed at in front of his brothers, she snorted, and glared at him, "If you have something to say, say it." ”

Yue Wencheng looked at her and said with a smile, "I'll give you a dowry gift." ”

Song Qingjiao stomped her feet, "Who asked you to give me a dowry gift!" ”

Yue Wencheng was stunned for a moment, and after reacting to the implied meaning of her words, his face changed greatly, "You don't want to marry me?" ”

Song Qingjiao's eyes widened, when did she say she wouldn't marry him?

Yue Wencheng pushed Song Mingyan, who was in the way, walked up to Song Qingjiao, and asked her seriously and worriedly, "Don't you want to marry me?" Jiaojiao, yesterday you said ......"

"Yue Wencheng!"

Before Yue Wencheng's words were finished, Song Qingjiao interrupted him angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

Yue Wencheng was angry, what is nonsense, obviously last night, she slept with him, she didn't let him touch her, let him suffer all night, when he got up in the morning, he really couldn't restrain himself anymore, so he kissed her, and she didn't refuse.

Yue Wencheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Anyway, you have to marry me." ”

is obviously the best and most good-natured person among the four sons, but what he said at this moment is extremely domineering.

Song Fanhua burst out laughing.

Song Qingjiao said with a shy face, "I didn't say I wouldn't marry." ”

Yue Wencheng was immediately overjoyed, and he shouted, "Uncle Cui! ”

Cui Jian sighed and said with a smile, "Young master." ”

Yue Wencheng said, "Give me the book of possession, my grandmother said that this book is specially occupied for Jiaojiao, and it is also a dowry, I will hand it to her with my own hands." ”

Cui Jian smiled and handed the bamboo stick to Yue Wencheng, Yue Wencheng happily handed it to Song Qingjiao after taking it, Song Qingjiao glanced at him, stretched out his hand to take it, and as soon as she took it, Yue Wencheng smiled, and there was a breath of happiness to the extreme.

Duan Xiao stood up, flicked his thin sleeves, and said to Yue Wencheng, "I'm going to the North Courtyard." ”

How could Yue Wencheng have time to respond to him now, he ignored him directly, his eyes were full of the little woman in front of him who was shyly bowing her head and holding the bamboo talisman that his grandmother had specially occupied.

Duan Xiao shook his head and smiled when he saw Yue Wencheng like this, he had never loved anyone, and he didn't have a favorite woman, he really didn't understand what kind of emotion it was, it made people forget themselves so much, as if there was no one around.

He shook his head and left.

Han Liao didn't go, sat and watched the scene of the two people, you are thick and I am strong, after reading, he returned to the house, his mind was uneasy, he rushed to the study and took out the treasured painting, he was reluctant to open it after taking it out, pressed it on the mouth of his heart, inhaled slowly, and after a while, he carefully put the scroll on the table, and carefully removed the knotted rope, carefully spread out the painting, as soon as the painting unfolded, a peerless woman jumped in front of her eyes, red clothes, black hair, and two sleeves of the wind rolled up the dance, The slender feet step on the blooming flowers, and indulge in flying songs.

Han Liao didn't know who she was, nor what her name was, he only knew that the flower she stepped on under his feet was called Guan Sihua, so he spent a lot of money to get a tree of this kind of flower back and plant it in the yard, he often thought about her face, her bearing, and her smile, he was very satisfied.

But sometimes I doubt myself, is there really such a stunning woman in this world?

He didn't show this painting to anyone, including Duan Xiao, and he didn't either, so no one knew, and no one knew the secret he hid in his heart, and no one knew that what he Han Liao fell in love with was actually a woman in the painting.

If one day, she comes out of the painting, he thinks, go to the end of the world, he will also dedicate his life to her.

But does she really exist?

Han Liao put the painting together with a wistful face, hugged it to his chest, and lay down on the couch in the study.

Duan Xiao went to Song Yang's North Courtyard, Song Fanhua also went to Song Yang's North Courtyard, he walked in front, Song Fanhua walked behind, the two of them were obviously in the same direction, but they were one in front of the other, Duan Xiao didn't wait for her, and Song Fanhua didn't chase him.

Walking to the north courtyard, Duan Xiao took the lead in entering, and after a long time, he came out again, and after coming out, he glanced at Song Fanhua, who was not entering at the door, and squinted at her and asked, "Your second uncle asked you to transfer the message to me half a month ago, why didn't you say it when you saw me so many times?" ”

Song Fanhua blinked and smiled, "I forgot." ”

Duan Xiao dusted off his robe, put his hands on his back, and walked up to her, the sun was very hot, his tall figure was like a mountain like the sky, and the dull pressure rolled in, he said coldly, "I hate being calculated." ”

Song Fanhua looked up and smiled, "Then I'm sorry." ”

Duan Xiao looked at her angrily, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her forward, Song Fanhua did not retreat but advanced, not afraid to laugh, she fell into his chest with the force of his pulling, the strong fragrance of cherry blossoms rushed in, Duan Xiao's face was cold, and he quickly reached out to push her away, Song Fanhua stood firmly, and smiled at him slowly and methodically, "What are you angry about?" Didn't you just let you see my second uncle a few days late, so it was necessary to be so angry? Seeing that her hair was ripped by him, she snorted, "Rude." ”