Chapter 89

Hu que opened the folding fan and said with a long smile, "one of the owners of this shop has some friendship with me. I heard that someone was making trouble in the shop. I'll help her to have a look."

"The owner of the shop? You mean Lord Luo

"No", Hu que Huang Fan, "this person surnamed song."

"Miss Song?" These people are stupid. How can song Xijiao keep friendship with Mr. Hu?

With Hu que there, they certainly dare not be presumptuous.

One side is just a merchant's house, while the other is a magistrate.

The fool doesn't know which one can offend and which can't. So these people had a little chat with Hu que, and then left in dismay.

However, even if no one makes trouble, the business in the shop is also in a slump.

Not only did the scholars not come to the stage, but also some returned the bamboo paper they had bought before. If Luo Shuang didn't give it back, they burned a fire at the door so as to make clear their ambition.

Once in short supply business, now the helpers are sitting in the yard all day in the sun.

But song Xijiao is still busy every day, and is admired by Luo Shuang and a yard helper.

On the second day of September, song QingHan got married.

According to the traditional rules, song Xijiao should go back to the Song family to accompany song QingHan to eat the sister's table. However, she is not able to move now. In addition, she does not want to let song QingHan see herself and become sad, so she doesn't go. Only early prepared congratulatory gift, let song Yuanhan help to take the past.

From the Song family to the Zhou family, all the old locust trees were hung with red flowers woven with silk. The band came and went back and forth on the road, playing suona, playing gongs and drums, lively and jubilant.

At this time, song QingHan is sitting in front of the dressing mirror indifferently, allowing the maid and the wife to make up their faces and comb their hair.

On her wedding day, she had many beautiful dreams.

She wanted to marry a scholar with lofty aspirations, add fragrance to the tea sleeves, play Zheng and compose music. She also wanted to marry a general who fought bloody battles. She was willing to wait at home to make soup for him However, she never thought that she would marry a dandy.

"Miss, don't be sad! It's a good day today. Although my uncle's reputation is not good, it may be that it's all misrepresented by outsiders. Let's wait until we get married. "

Seeing that song QingHan is quiet, cui'e can't help but whisper consolation.

In fact, she didn't want miss to marry in the past, but she didn't have a better choice! It's better to marry Mr. Zhou than to let Miss run away and not know what kind of poor man to marry in the future. At least, Mr. Zhou's family is rich, and the young lady has everything in the past. Oneself I have a chance to carry my concubine.

Song Han's heart didn't need to follow me

Cui'e was stunned and turned pale: "miss! What do you say

Song QingHan showed a faint smile: "I said, you don't have to be my maid."

"Well, how can this work! The lady said that she would let the maid follow the young lady... " Cui'e was obviously flustered. If she didn't follow her, where could she go? Stay in the Song Dynasty? That will come to an age, isn't it necessary to betroth to a servant? no way! She flopped down on her knees and pulled song QingHan's skirt. "Miss, I've been with you since I was young, and I've been devoted to being a young lady..."

"Stop it." Song QingHan looked at herself in the mirror for a few days, just like she was a teenager. Her eyes were cold and she put a pearl flower in her hair bun, and she put a smile on her mouth. "You said, today is a good day, can't you be sad. It's not that I'm going to get married and you should be happy

"Miss! Servant... "

"Get out of here!" Song QingHan suddenly called out fiercely, "today this day, I don't want to see you."

"The good time has come..."

Suddenly there was a shout outside. Song QingHan knew that it was time to go out.

With Mammy's help, she got up slowly and walked out the door with heavy steps. She knew that once she stepped out of the threshold, there would be no turning back.

"Miss! Don't leave your maidservant, miss... "

When mammy came to the door, she heard cui'e's endless crying. She raised her foot impatiently and kicked her back.

There was a lot of noise in the street, and all the people who were idle ran out and gathered around the road, waiting to see the sedan chair. Soon, with a burst of tumultuous drum music, a lift eight lift sedan chair slowly toward the crowd.

"Ah, bride!"

"It's said that the bride looks good!"

"It's good-looking. What's the use of it? Marry Zhou. Hey, wait and see."

The sedan chair landed and passed through several complicated etiquette thresholds. Song QingHan was helped into the wedding room and sat by the bed.

There was a lot of noise outside, and I could hear those laughter through several doors, as if today was really a good day. It seems that she married a childe on Wednesday, what a happy event. But these people are also Chuai understand, pretending to be confused, saying congratulations, but in their hearts are gloating, waiting to see the good play.I don't know how long it took. I just heard a squeak. A voice mixed with wine burp sounded from the door: "eh! What about the girl? "

"Well, young master, you can't come in yet. The wedding banquet is not over yet."

"Go away! I'll come in whenever I like

The man said, rudely pushed the women out, then slammed the door and bolted it. Turning around, he staggered to the table, glanced at the bride sitting on the bed as quiet as a virgin, and hummed: "come here, take off my shoes."

Song QingHan shudders. Although he had expected that this man was not a good man, he was so rude.

"You and him? Come here The man said, suddenly took off a shoe, raised his hand and threw it on her head.

"Ah..." Song QingHan covers her head and can't see the outside. She is suddenly hit and startled.

But unexpectedly, her scream made the man laugh: "stupid, stupid, stupid! Come here, come and have a drink with me. "

Until then, song QingHan is sure that he really does not intend to lift the cover.

After sitting in silence for a while, song QingHan finally raised her hand and lifted her head. Then she raised her eyes and looked at the man.

Before that, she was still half hopeful, waiting to see the man's face. Suddenly, the whole world was gloomy.

The man sitting at the table, with a wine pot in his hand, was snoring and snoring, with a cheeky face and a huge scar on his right cheek, which was ugly.

When the man saw her lift the lid and show her face, he laughed more obstinately. He took the wine pot and put his arms around her: "ouch, little beauty, she looks pretty. Come on, let me kiss you."

"Don't touch me!" Song QingHan really can't stand his approach and pushes him away.

The man was drunk, was pushed a stagger, the wine pot also fell on the ground, immediately furious: "little bitch, you dare to play with Laozi, you don't want to live!"

Bang!

A slap in the face of her hard, straight to the corner of her mouth bleeding, but not to hate, regardless of song QingHan crying, directly rushed up.

Song QingHan lies on the bed, looking at the red account on the top of her head, and suddenly thinks, if she has a dagger at this time, she kills the man first, and then she commits suicide, what will happen?

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