Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 242 The Saburo Who Hit A Tree While Walking (2 More)
Lin Xiaoyue was startled when she heard this.

She found that Su Qing had become domineering and paranoid recently, and the man's eyes were deep and stubborn. She felt uneasy for no reason. If you come to our house to live for a while and have someone to talk to, maybe I won’t be bored.”

Lin Xiaoyue's father only had two daughters in this room. The concubine who was originally assigned to Su Qing ran away. The little sisters she is talking about now are the cousins ​​of the aunt's family who recruited her, a pair of twin sisters who have not yet left the court.

Su Qing looked at her carefully, the darkness on Jun's face faded a lot, "Are you sure you don't want to go back to your mother's house?"

"Yeah." Lin Xiaoyue nodded and muttered in a low voice, "Didn't everyone say that you can't announce the good news in less than three months? When I go back, my parents must know that if something bad happens, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he received Su Qing's sad eyes.

She quickly swallowed the words back, "Anyway, I don't want to go back."

Su Qing's eyes softened slightly, "I'll let someone arrange it after I follow."

Lin Xiaoyue went back to the house, thinking about the scene in the street market earlier, she still couldn't pretend to be ignorant, she pondered for a while, waited for Su Qing to come in, and said to him directly, "Qi Ye, why don't you help me inquire about Wen Wan's house?" Well, I'll find an opportunity to come and find her."

Before Su Qing could say anything, she continued: "I've thought about it, since we've already bumped into each other, it's better to be honest. I'll take the initiative to find her to admit my identity. I think she won't hide anything from me. , Wen Wan is a pretty good friend, I like her very much, Qi Ye won't let me run outside, so I can't even limit my right to make friends, can I?"

Su Qing said: "Whether we can be friends or not, I have to check first."

"I'm a classmate with her, why can't we be friends?" Lin Xiaoyue was speechless.

Su Qing asked back, "In case the family behind her has conflicts with the Su family, are you thinking about the overall situation, or are you planning to go your own way?"

This……

Lin Xiaoyue really never thought about it, she just really needs a friend who can speak her mind.

Seeing her silence, Su Qing's eyes softened, and he reached out to stroke the top of her hair, "Wait a few more days, I'll have someone check her background."

"Ah."

-

Wen Wan stood outside the cloth village with her son in her arms, until Lin Xiaoyue left, she still felt like she was dreaming.

Lin Xiaoyue's temperament has already been understood by Wen Wan during those days in the Hongwen Museum. If the man hadn't stopped her, she would have rushed over.

Wen Wan has a shy personality, even if she has seen through that Lin Xiaoyue is a disguised Hongwen Museum like herself, she still finds it hard to accept being exposed by the other party on the street.

Seeing his wife standing still for a while, Lin Bo called her.

Gently returning to his senses, he smiled at Lin Bo and entered the cloth village.

It's already summer, and there are a lot of fashionable light and thin materials, and the colors are also beautiful, Wen Wan picked three favorites in a short while.

Good quality, not too expensive, but not cheap either.

Compared with Song Wei's grade, the material they wear is just right.

After returning home, it has been delayed for too long, Wen Wan went to find her mother-in-law immediately after handing over the fabric to Mama Jin.

Song Pozi asked: "Didn't you say something happened when you went out, why didn't you come back for a long time?" Then asked: "Where is Sanlang?"

Wen Wan had no choice but to tell the truth: "Xianggong went to the Hanlin Academy. When I came back in a carriage, I happened to pass by the cloth village. I took Jinbao to see the material and bought some fashionable horses. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Parents You should also add some summer clothes."

Mrs. Song is used to picking, so she doesn't agree with her being so wasteful, "Your father-in-law and I have no shortage of clothes to wear. It's serious for you to make two more clothes for Yuanbao and Jinbao. By the way, didn't Qianer Sanlang also say that Yuanbao can go to the Imperial College?" ? Do you have a letter? When are you going?"

Wen Wan shook her head and said that she didn't know yet, she had to wait for her husband to make arrangements.

-

Song Wei was promoted to an official, and when he was in the office, his colleagues urged him to treat guests to a drink.

He reasoned that he had something to do at home today, so he would definitely invite him another day.

Having worked together for so long, several colleagues all knew Song Wei's character and knew that he would not lie or deceive others, so they did not force him.

Song Wei packed up his things, left the Imperial Academy and went straight home.

For a long time in the Hanlin Academy, he has been thinking about Wanwan in his heart, and even guessed what she said to his father-in-law and mother-in-law when she stayed behind, and when she returned home.

It may be that there has never been a similar situation before, he has never had such worries, and it is precisely because of the first time such worries have appeared that Song Wei deeply realized that his concern for that girl has exceeded his own cognition.

……

The year when the mother-in-law handed the little girl over to him, before he even had time to say a word to her, the little girl threw off his hand and ran after the carriage, and woke up after falling into the ice hole with a high fever. He forgot.

At that time, in his eyes, she was just a poor and helpless little sister.

Song Wei put all the responsibility for Xiao Wenwan's falling into the ice hole on his own head, thinking that if he didn't get close to her, the little girl might just fall twice, and there would be no such a big turning point - not only her throat would be burnt but her throat would be damaged. Speaking, even the previous things are completely forgotten.

So from that day on, Song Wei never showed his face in front of her again.

The care given to her for more than ten years was basically carried out in secret and silently.

It is difficult to trace back the accumulated feelings to a certain period of time or a certain day.

Just like his concern for her, although he just discovered it, it will never be born suddenly today.

It was rare for Song Wei to be so distracted that he bumped into a tree by the side of the road and woke up feeling the pain. He scanned around and found that there were not many pedestrians on the road, and no one was looking this way.

Rubbing his forehead, Song Wei continued to walk forward, secretly amused in his heart.

When she got home, she went around the screen wall and entered the courtyard gate, and saw Wen Wan sitting on the rocking chair under the banana tree, her eyes closed gently.

The setting sun was about to set, half covered by green banana leaves, and half sprinkled on her.

The light is soft, and she looks quiet and beautiful when she is in a light sleep.

It seems that the complex life behind her is just a phantom, and everything is still the simplest and real way at the beginning.

Song Wei couldn't describe his state of mind at this moment, it seemed to be satisfied, but it also seemed to be gratified, and more, maybe it was rejoicing.

Subconsciously slowing down his steps, he stopped beside the rocking chair, leaned over, and gently picked up the broken leaves that fell on her shoulders with his slender fingers.

Just as she was about to take it away, Wen Wan woke up.

His eyes were slightly opened, and his expression was soft and lazy, half asleep and half awake. It seemed that he was sure that it was him, and the sleepiness that hadn't fully awakened gradually dissipated.

"Master, are you back?"

Wen Wan straightened up, the words that came out of her mouth were the same usual greetings as before.

But in Song Wei's ears, he felt unspeakably moved.

"Why are you sleeping here?" The broken leaf slipped down between his fingers, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"It's cool outside." Wen Wan said, looking at the sky, she didn't sleep much.

"Is Xianggong hungry? I'll tell Mama Jin to cook."

Wen Wan said as she stood up, she accidentally tripped over the foot of the rocking chair, almost lost her footing, and swayed.

Song Wei took advantage of the opportunity to hold her slender shoulders and did not let go, asking in this intimate gesture: "Are they gone?"

Wen Wan heard who "they" were referring to at the first time, and nodded, "Let's go."

Before Song Wei could ask again, Wen Wan raised her head to look at him, and said, "The godmother probably was really hurt by what happened to Lu Yanqing, and she cried very sadly before leaving."

Song Wei's quiet eyes sparkled with tiny waves, which soon disappeared. He asked her in a gentle tone as always, "Then did you persuade her?"

"I persuaded." Wen Wan said, "It's just that it didn't seem to work. The more I persuaded her, the more uncomfortable she cried."

Song Wei rubbed her fingers lightly on her shoulder twice, as if to comfort her, "As a biological mother, her son has suffered such a great hardship, it's normal for her to cry, just wait a little longer." Said: "When I went downstairs, my father-in-law told me that my mother-in-law has been pregnant for more than two months. Their family is also a blessing in disguise."

Hearing this, Wen Wan's face was full of surprise, "Is the godmother pregnant?"

At that age, it is really rare to be pregnant again.

Song Wei replied: "My father-in-law told me, it's not wrong."

Wen Wan heard that he came casually, and suddenly asked with a smile: "Master, why do you call your godfather and mother-in-law father-in-law?"

Ordinarily, he is not related to her, so he can shout along with her.

He called Lu Xingzhou father-in-law, which reminded her of her father who was far away in Ningzhou. Even though she had only met her a few days ago, she still misses her a little now.

Song Wei hardly thought about it, and said with a smile: "As long as someone is willing to treat you like a daughter-in-law, it doesn't matter if I call you father-in-law or mother-in-law a few more times."

"This is the first day I met my godfather, how did you know they would love me?" Wen Wan asked again, her eyes flickering with the slyness of wanting to see his jokes.

Song Wei looked at her, "I sent Lu Yanqing to Mobei, three thousand miles away, and the father and mother are willing to eat at the same table with us, and recognize you as a goddaughter, isn't that the best thing?" prove?"

With a gentle "huh", after thinking about it for a while, what Xianggong said seems to make sense.

"Then if someone treats me well in the future, don't you have to call them father-in-law and mother-in-law again?"

Song Wei said: "It's not everyone shouting, maybe you just think you have a fate with them!"

Speaking of fate, Fanghua's face once again appeared in Wen Wan's mind, and she muttered softly, "How can there be two people who look so similar in this world even if they are not related by relatives?"

"There are so many wonders in the world." Song Wei responded calmly, "It's just that what you saw and heard before was narrowed down. When you stay in the capital for a long time, you can see even more bizarre things than this."

Wen Wan has no objection to his explanation.

-

After dinner, Song Wei told his family that he had been promoted.

Maybe it's because he's used to being flattered and humiliated, and such a big and happy event worth celebrating comes out of his mouth, which tastes a little bit of innocence and understatement.

He spoke in the usual tone of conversation with his family.

Mrs. Song was still talking to her daughter-in-law, and she suddenly came to her senses at the beginning of the conversation, "Sanlang, what did you just say? You got promoted?"

Song Wei nodded without showing too much ups and downs on his face.

"Oh, that's a happy event!" Song Pozi was overjoyed and asked him how he planned to celebrate.

Before Song Wei could speak, the silent Father Song said: "Sanlang, an official, probably got promoted because of the mine disaster case. If you ask me, let's forget it this time. Our family will have a meal behind closed doors." Take it as a congratulations. The officialdom of the sixth grade in the capital has gone, and no one else’s house has moved. If our family makes a big deal, let’s not say sorry to the dozens of miners. If it spreads, it will not make people laugh. ?”

Mrs. Song was shocked, and looked at her son, "Sanlang, did you really get promoted because of the coal mine case?"

Song Wei nodded and said yes.

"Then you have to listen to your father, and you can't do it." The smile on Mrs. Song's previously happy face was gone now, "To put it bluntly, if your father and your father-in-law hadn't been blessed and lucky back then, you would have let me go back this time. They are indispensable in the bones dug out by people. In this case, the emperor gave you a promotion to see that you have handled things properly, but to be honest, you are also seeking justice for your father and father-in-law by handling this case. It should be said.”

Song Wei agreed with the two elders, "I didn't intend to celebrate too much, since my parents have said so, then please keep quiet!"

Mrs. Song asked him, "I heard you said that you were studying in the Imperial Academy, so what will you do after you get promoted?"

Song Wei said that he was responsible for preaching scriptures to the emperor.

Song Pozi was dumbfounded, "Tell the emperor?"

"Well, the Imperial Academy is full of talents. Everyone has different opinions on the knowledge in books. The emperor is not omnipotent. He needs to listen to different opinions occasionally, so as not to be too one-sided and extreme when making certain decisions. .”

This is a bit official, Mrs. Song was dizzy when she heard it, she only grasped the key point, "Then according to what you say, will you see the emperor every now and then?"

"If the emperor summoned me every now and then, it would be like this." Song Wei replied patiently.

"Old man, is our Sanlang going through the end, is he promising?"

Mrs. Song was excited.

You have to know that in those years, her son did not go well and rarely left the house. Now that he has reached this point, Mrs. Song really feels that she has nothing to ask for. She only hopes that he will encounter less bad things in the future. Live smoothly for decades.

In terms of prosperity and wealth, Mrs. Song thought about it. The life of their family is that there are servants waiting for them to do everything. They don’t have to walk when they go out. They don’t even have to ride in ox carts. Everything she dared not think of before.

A few days ago, after hearing Mother Jin praise her for looking good, Mrs. Song went to look in the mirror and found that she was indeed more radiant than when she was in the country.

You don’t have to worry about anything, and you can spend your money. Isn’t it just living a good life, isn’t it just glory and wealth?

After coming to the capital for so many days, Father Song often went out and wandered around. He knew more than Mrs. Song. Seeing his old wife was so happy from ear to ear, he thought about it, and said: "Sanlang has just started, I have heard people say Now, if you want to get ahead completely, you have to survive for another few decades."

(End of this chapter)