Su Yin took his head back and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He knew that peeking into someone's bed was not a decent act. To quote Su Jianye's words: But I can't control it!
Unexpectedly, Su Jianye, a very upright person, would be so "informal" in his actions and would cuckold his own younger brother.
However, this Wenqian's life is indeed no different from that of a widow, but because Su Chengcheng gave her a taste of rain and dew for the first time but was stingy with the rain and dew again, it is no wonder that the daughter-in-law would climb into someone else's bed.
There were humming sounds in the room mixed with rough breathing and the sound of the bed shaking. Su Yingang quickly left quietly. No wonder Su Jianye sent away all the servants so early.
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"What? Going to Beijing?" Su Yin raised his eyebrows in the lobby of the Su family.
Today, someone came to the palace in the capital, delivering an imperial edict. The Holy One personally informed Su Ziyin to come to the capital to meet the Holy Spirit.
"Congratulations to the young master, congratulations to the young master. The fifth prince personally spoke to the emperor and told the emperor how difficult it was for him to leave the palace. Only when he met the young master on the way to help could he successfully return to the capital. The emperor immediately issued an order to send the young master to the capital to meet the emperor!"
The father-in-law told the whole story with a smile.
Su Yin ordered Zhang Laishun to stuff the reward money and personally received the imperial edict. Three days later, he took his mother Song Lan to Jindu.
The reason why he took Song Lan with him was because Song Lan personally requested it. The reason was that he wanted to see how the business was going at Su Fang, a newly established company in the capital in recent years.
In the spring of March, the willow trees in Kyoto are shady, the green willows on the banks of the Bianhe River are low and the breeze is blowing in the face, the literati are drinking wine and singing, the tourists are looking forward to the bridge and reciting poems, and the streets are full of hawking, which is a picture of the golden age of Jinling.
At this time, a neat and orderly caravan was marching along the Bianhe River towards the imperial city. In front of the caravan, a handsome young man was riding on a tall horse. He had an outstanding posture and extraordinary bearing, and his face was as beautiful as jade.
His lips, straight nose, slanting phoenix eyes and round, handsome face all attract the attention of passing women.
He wears high-knotted black hair, lightly bundled with silver hairpins, moon-white brocade clothes, and a gold-thread stand-up collar. A clawless python is engraved on the clothes. He wears glazed cloud boots, and sits astride a barbarian's exquisite high-headed white horse with a tuft of red hair on his temples.
Vivid voice.
A soft sedan curtain opened behind her, and a middle-aged woman poked her head out. Her face was fair and her facial features were exquisite. Although she had seen some vicissitudes of life, the slight folds at the corners of her eyes could not hide her beauty back then.
"Yin'er, are we almost to Dongcheng?" The woman's face was obviously a little nervous.
Su Yin turned back and glanced at her mother, knowing in her heart that the main reason why she came to Beijing this time was not because of Su Fang, but because of the Song family, the salt merchant in the capital.
"Mom is not busy. I went to see my father first. It is not too late to go to the Song Mansion to visit after I have settled down, so as not to lose etiquette." After saying this, he smiled slightly, which attracted the attention of others.
Song Lan pursed her lips and nodded, "You're right, I'm impatient."
The carriage and horses stopped at the Su Mansion located deep in the east of the city, which is also the residence of Prime Minister Su Shizong.
The Su Mansion is located on the east edge of the city. Walking down the alley and less than half a cup of tea, you will be in front of the Imperial City Gate. It is indeed convenient to enter the palace.
Although the house Su Yin bought himself was also in the east of the city, it was two streets away from Su Shizong, but not far from the Song Mansion, almost facing each other diagonally in a large alley.
Although the mansions of wealthy merchants and officials gathered in the east of the city, there were still differences among officials and merchants. Merchants gathered together with merchants, and officials gathered together with officials.
The carriage stopped in front of the Su Mansion. Su Yin got off the horse and Song Lan slowly got out of the carriage with the help of the maid. Seeing the bright plaque of the Su Mansion in front of her, although it was hung back then, it looked like a brand new plaque.
The corners of Song Lan's eyes were slightly moist, and she saw that she could not move the door because there was not only the prime minister but also the eldest princess inside.