Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

Song Yizhou turned back to find Song Yanming on the spot, but his elder brother still had the same indifferent appearance. He only said that he had informed the Shuang'er in the backyard about this matter, and the other party had agreed to it. change.

--how is this possible!

A Shuang'er who is not as weak as the crown, at least comes from a noble family, even if he wants to climb the big tree of Pingyang Hou Mansion, he will definitely not be willing to occupy the humble position of a servant.

How could ordinary people agree to being alone and widowed all his life and being locked up in a deep house?

Song Yizhou didn't believe it, so he immediately went to Xiyuan. He wanted to take Rong Yu to confess everything to Song Yanming, but he didn't want it to be like what Song Yanming said, the other party was determined to be the mistress of the Hou's mansion.

The cold voice in my ear came again,

"Is there something else for the second master? If it's okay, don't disturb my sleep, and..."

Rong Yu evoked a gorgeous smile,

"Although I'm just your father's servant, I'm still the young lady of the Hou's mansion. I don't ask you to settle down in the morning and evening, but you should have the proper etiquette. For example, you must at least let me know when you enter my house." ?”

Song Yizhou looked at his pale face with a sneer, and the image of him crying in his sleep flashed across his mind for a moment.

Song Yizhou's heart was in turmoil, but it couldn't be expressed in words.

He clenched his fists and stood in a stalemate for a moment, finally just gritted his teeth, turned and left.

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The day Rong Yu officially became the mistress of Pingyang Hou's Mansion happened to be Shuang Jiang.

The frost here is consistent with his time, and it is also divided into three categories. The first period is when the jackal is sacrificed to the beast; the second period is when the grass and trees fall yellow;

Once the three seasons are over, the weather is getting colder, and the ground is getting frosty when we wake up in the morning, and the whole world seems to be depressed.

Although it was a naming ceremony, the Pingyang Marquis Mansion was not lively.

Because the mourning period of the old Hou Ye is less than three months, and the reason for this servant is not so glorious, so the ceremony of registering the name is quite perfunctory, that is, a red ribbon is hung on the lintel of the ancestral hall, and the Song family is invited The elders of the clan, even if they do the ceremony.

Inside the huge Song Family Ancestor Temple, incense candles linger, and a touch of sandalwood fills it.On the high platform, the throne of Lord Song Laohou has been wrapped with red silk.

Song Yanming was sitting in the middle of the lobby, and next to him was the old master of Anxinhou's mansion, the uncle of the three brothers of the Song family. When eyes are full of tiredness.

In the row next to him sat Mrs. Wu, the main house of Lord Anxin, and several of his adult sons.

The row close to Song Yanming is composed of several respected elders of the Song family. The tall and powerful Song Yizhou sits at the end, propped on one foot, peeling a peanut and throwing it into his mouth without interest. Sitting next to him was Song Wenyan with a gloomy expression.

Manager Qi and a group of servants stood aside holding their breaths and frowning.

"What about people, why haven't you come yet?"

Mrs. Wu has a hot temper, and relying on the lack of female relatives in the Pingyang Houfu, she has already placed herself in a first-class and important position.These days, An Xinhou hangs around the concubine's place every day, and he hasn't stepped into her yard for half a month. He has already suppressed his stomach fire, and today he is adding a title to a servant girl, and his heart is even more on fire. Very, she didn't have such a good temper, so she immediately called Manager Qi,

"What kind of gesture does a servant have to make, go directly to pull the person over, and the scene will be over soon, the Lord Hou of the two houses is busy!"

Old Master Anxin couldn't help but lower his voice when he heard it from the side: "It's not enough to listen to your broken voice all day, do you want to send it to your nephew's house? Just keep your mouth shut and sit down! "

Mrs. Wu was about to go back to say a few words, but she saw Song Yanming looking at her. Although it was indifferent, Mrs. Wu was shocked for no reason, but she held back her anger and only glared angrily. A look at the old master.

Manager Qi accompanied him with a smiling face, "People are already outside, and the stove for stepping on the straddle has not yet come in. The old slave is just urging people to hurry up. Mrs. Wu first has a sip of tea and relaxes."

Manager Qi personally refilled Mrs. Wu's tea, and then urged outside,

"Hurry up!"

Two young servants carried a basin of charcoal fire and placed it on the threshold.

Everything was ready, Director Qi immediately returned to Song Yanming, and said in a low voice, "Master Hou, it's time to start."

Song Yanming nodded, "Let's begin."

The bridesmaid outside the door had already sang some auspicious words, and as soon as the words fell, Rong Yu in red came in from the outside with her hem up.

According to etiquette, he should have been carried by his mother's family over the stove, but Rongyu's situation is special, no one came forward for him, and the servants waiting next to him exchanged glances, either curious, contemptuous, or amazed Looking intently at the outer room of this desolate former Marquis.

Ran Rongyu showed no trace of embarrassment on her face, on the contrary, she carried the hem of her clothes generously and lightly stepped over the stove, which symbolized expulsion of bad luck, then crossed the threshold and walked into the hall.

The moment he entered the door, the ancestral hall, which was still talking softly, suddenly fell silent, and everyone turned their eyes to him.

Rong Yu wore a crimson red dress today, which was actually not a luxurious material, even because of his status, the dress was just a simple standard, but he was tall and slender, with excellent proportions, an ordinary dress The dress he wore was very snug, and a black and red girdle bound his waist into a slender water snake, adding to his feminine posture.

His long hair hangs down, tied loosely with a red rope at the end, and his peach-blossom face has no makeup, but against the backdrop of the red clothes, it bursts out with a thrilling beauty.

He seemed to turn a blind eye to everyone's reaction, walked straight to the middle of the hall slowly, and bowed towards the shrine on the high platform.

Mrs. Wu stared straight at her old master Hou and her unsatisfied sons. She was so angry that she couldn't help but put the tea cup in her hand on the table heavily, and the hot tea splashed When a few drops landed on An Xinhou's hand, he was startled suddenly, and then he came back to his senses, coughed a few times and looked away.

Song Yanming coughed lightly: "Let's have some tea."

Rong Yu smiled slightly, and under the guidance of the bridesmaid, she came to An Xinhou, brought a cup of tea,

"Uncle drinks tea."

"...Eh." An Xinhou took the tea in response, and involuntarily looked at him from the corner of his eye.

Looking at him from such a close distance, one finds that he is really white as jade, like a chicken egg that has been peeled off its shell, a pair of nimble and beautiful eyes are flowing, and a faint smile is rippling in the shallow dimples. It looked a little more thrilling than the glimpse just now - his younger brother is really blessed.

An Xinhou couldn't help staring blankly.

He only heard a snort in his ear, An Xinhou came back to his senses, and found Song Yizhou with a dark face. His old face was a bit unbearable, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he quickly brought some tea to drink.

All of these fell into the eyes of Mrs. Wu, and she became more jealous in her heart, trying to embarrass him.

When Rong Yu brought a cup of tea to her, she only chuckled lightly, as if she didn't see him, she slowly grabbed the handkerchief and moved her nails.

Seeing that she didn't pick up for a long time, Rong Yu thought she didn't see her, and said again: "Sister-in-law, drink tea?"

Mrs. Wu changed her posture, but still ignored him.

There was a tradition in the concubine ceremony of the big families in the Northern An Dynasty. When the concubines served tea, the mistress or female elders could make things difficult for them, which was not considered rude.

Song Yanming looked at Rong Yu's stupefied look, and for some reason, felt a little bit of unhappiness in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yizhou suddenly stood up.

But Rong Yu sighed softly, put away the teacup, stood up straight,

"I didn't expect my sister-in-law to be a poor person, oh."

He shook his head, ready to put away the teacup.

When Mrs. Wu heard this was wrong,

"Who do you say is pitiful?"

"Huh?" Rong Yu was shocked: "It turns out that my sister-in-law is not deaf and blind, it's Rong Yu's fault, come, come, drink tea!"

Mrs. Wu was furious, and was about to give this sharp-toothed little servant a lesson, but because of her status, she could only suppress her anger, took the teacup, touched her lips lightly, and satirized road:

"The most important word for people in the backyard is the word 'shun'. Don't be sharp-tongued, otherwise it will be a big deal if you lose your own personnel and lose the face of the family!"

"Sister-in-law's introspection is very good," Rong Yu said with a low eyebrow, "Rong Yu has been taught."

After Mrs. Wu thought about it, Rong Yu had already resigned and went to offer tea to Song Yanming.

And the servants in the hall also thought about it one after another, couldn't help giggling and laughing, and were winked by Manager Qi, all of them blushed.

Song Yanming sighed softly in his heart.

Song Yizhou sat down slowly, thinking in his heart, how could this rascal boy be at a disadvantage, the corner of his lips curled up, and he threw two more peanuts into his mouth, thinking about it, the smile on his lips grew stronger.

Mrs. Wu was so angry that she almost tore the handkerchief in her hand.

An Xinhou couldn't stand it any longer, tapped the table lightly, and shouted angrily: "You too, don't say a few words, what are you doing to embarrass others! It's all embarrassing in the junior's mansion!"

Mrs. Wu didn't dare to say anything more, she suffocated Rong Yu several times, and she really hated her.

I also saw that my sons saw that the old lady was angry, and they didn't know how to defend them, and their eyes were almost glued to the person.

This flirtatious servant fell into her hands one day ago!Mrs. Wu clenched her teeth tightly.

Rong Yu brought a cup of tea to Song Yanming, and Song Yanming only smiled slightly.

Rong Yu was taken aback for a moment, then passed the tea forward again, thinking, if you don't, you will come to embarrass me too.

However, the next moment, Song Yanming had stood up, took the teacup with both hands, stood up again after drinking it, and handed the cup to him to show the greatest respect of a patriarch.

Rong Yu raised her eyebrows approvingly.

With Song Yanming in front, the subsequent tea ceremony went much smoother. Although Song Yizhou had a bad face, he cooperated very well.

Song Wenyan, on the other hand, had some disagreements, and Rong Yu felt somewhat guilty when he saw his sad expression.

…Let’s talk about it later, Rong Yu sighed softly.

The whole ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner. Under the guidance of the bridesmaid, Rong Yu went through one procedure after another, until finally the firecrackers sounded, and he officially became the daughter-in-law of the three brothers of the Song family.

In the ancestral hall, the incense mist is still lingering.

Everyone in the hall has their own thoughts.

It's just that they at that time didn't know what this ceremony meant to their respective lives.

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