Wei Yutang had a weak temperament and could not stand up to big problems. Song Qinghuan looked weak, but when it came to real troubles, he was much more capable than Wei Yutang.
Yang had seen another side of Song Qinghuan that day at Yipinju. Although she felt that Song Qinghuan was too outstanding, she and Wei Yutang could complement each other.
Even though Wei Yutang has now been cleared of his reputation as a wife-suppressant, it cannot be spread to the outside world. After much thought, he still wanted to hire Song Qinghuan to Wei Yutang.
Even if Wei Yuchen plotted against his own brother so many years ago, he would not be able to prevent fratricide in the future.
Yang treated her two sons equally and was unwilling to see them end up in that situation in the future. After thinking for a few days, she made up her mind to let Wei Yutang live in Kyoto forever.
When Xiao Yun heard this, she was very excited. Li Zhou said that it was not very far from Kyoto, but it was far away. Even a visit to relatives would take a long time.
Although Song Qinghuan is not her biological child, she still sees her as her own daughter. In the future, she will get married and live in Kyoto for a long time. That would be the best thing.
Knowing that something happened to the Wei family, Xiao Yun failed to show her joy. She only pretended to be concerned and said: "This child Yutang didn't grow up in Kyoto since he was a child. If he lives in Kyoto for a long time in the future, I'm afraid he will
You’re not used to it either.”
Yang knew that she was speaking politely, so she said, "Is there anything he's not used to? In the past, he was always traveling around, so he never heard of anything he wasn't used to."
The two talked for a while and finally agreed on the marriage between Song Qinghuan and Wei Yutang.
Yang wanted to go back to Lizhou to deal with some matters, so he chose a date in May. Then he would come to Kyoto and make a serious appointment.
Now he sent over the golden hairpin that he had prepared earlier, took Song Qinghuan's hand and tied it for her personally, and said with a smile: "Good boy, I wish I could have called you in earlier."
Although there was no serious engagement, after seeing this golden hairpin, it was considered a private engagement.
After seeing Yang off, Xiao Yun felt relieved and said, "I never thought that the eldest lady of the Wei family would be so open-minded."
Whoever marries a daughter-in-law and doesn't keep her by his side for a few years, if nothing else, the mother-in-law's prestige must be established first.
But how did she know that the Wei family was in such a mess.
Song Qing smiled without making a sound, only reaching out to brush the gold hairpin on her bun, but she didn't have any other emotions in her heart.
Mrs. Yang decided to return to Lizhou in two days, and Mrs. Xiaoyun followed the rules of her in-laws and sent a car full of rites, including some items prepared by Song Qinghuan.
Wei Yutang originally did not intend to go back to Lizhou, but Yang insisted on letting him go with him, so he reluctantly followed him back.
Yang was so happy that he said he wanted to build a house in Kyoto, so he really left some capable people to build it in Kyoto.
He also joked that he would ask Song Qinghuan to see her off on the day of the trip.
Song Qinghuan also agreed.
On the day of arrival, Song Qinghuan got up early in the morning to dress up. She had already exchanged tokens of marriage with Wei Yutang. The next time the Wei family came to Kyoto, they would be busy getting engaged and getting married.
After getting married, if nothing unexpected happened, they would spend the rest of their lives with Wei Yutang, and Song Qinghuan also wanted to leave a good impression on him.
I just didn't expect that that day, before she even went out, Yipinju started making noise again.
Du Lianrong was honest for a few days and got out of the dog hole in the Wei family's house without anyone noticing. She didn't go anywhere but sat on the window coffin on the third floor of Yipinju.
The clothes on his body were in filth, and his face, which was as big as his palm, became even thinner in just a few days, with sunken eye sockets, and his hair was as unkempt as that of a madman.
One foot was placed inside the house, the other was dangling outside the window, and he chuckled from time to time.
The shopkeeper and the waiters were all frightened. If someone really jumped from here and killed someone, they would no longer have to do business.
A group of spectators gathered downstairs to watch the fun, and some even made a fuss about it, asking Du Lianrong to jump down.
Du Lianrong grabbed a handful of messy hair, played with it in her hands, and smiled at the man: "I won't dance."
Then he said: "Even if I want to dance, I still have to wait for her to come."
She has to figure this out for herself.
When the shopkeeper finished all his good words, his throat was filled with smoke. He just asked the aunt to come down first before talking, and she giggled again: "I don't want to."
He said with a sharp look: "I want to see Song Qinghuan. Isn't she capable? I want her to watch me jump from this. I want her to know what despair is."
She was like a lunatic, crazy, and she didn't mean what she was saying, and she wasn't prepared to let anyone get close, otherwise she would threaten to jump down.
Business is good in the early morning at Yipinju. Anyone with a few coins in their hands would love to order a pot of tea and plates of snacks here and sit and talk for a while.
But with her making such a fuss, how could she possibly get any business done?
The shopkeeper was helpless and asked the waiter to rush to the Hou Mansion to invite Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan was still dressing up. When he heard this, he frowned tightly and cursed: "This person is really a dog-skin plaster. I have no grudges against her, but I can't get rid of her."
After saying that, he ordered Taxue: "You have someone send a letter to Aunt Wei of the Wei family."
Then he asked Chunlan Qiulan to move faster.
I scolded him thousands of times in my heart, but I just felt that what happened to Du Lianrong was like sitting at home while the pot came from the sky.
When Song Qinghuan arrived at Yipinju, Du Lianrong was still sitting on the window coffin, pulling her hair and clothes.
From time to time, he would curse and giggle.
From a distance, I saw the carriage with the emblem of the Song family stopped, and then I dangled my legs outside the window coffin.
Watching the fun downstairs, some people screamed and some laughed.
The shopkeeper was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and he repeatedly advised: "Auntie, if you have something to say, say it well. If you have something to say, say it well. Don't do anything stupid."
Du Lianrong ignored him, just looked at the sky and hummed a tune.
When Song Qinghuan ran up all the way, he was furious when he saw her leisurely look.
Before she opened her mouth, Du Lianrong said: "Song Qinghuan, you ran too slowly, which made me wait for you for so long."
Song Qinghuan took two steps forward and sneered: "Miss Du, what do you mean?"
Du Lianrong was still playing with the hair on her hands, and sighed sadly: "Oh, Yang is going back to Lizhou, I just thought I would come to see you."
As he said that, he turned his head and the cold light in his eyes made people shudder: "Do you know what will happen to me if I return to Lizhou?"
"Either die, or live on the street and be bullied..." She crossed her arms and suddenly started to tremble: "It's so scary."
"I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back, Lizhou, there are ghosts, there are terrible ghosts, he, he will eat me, he, he will kill me, I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back, what are I going to do?
