Chapter 41 "Did you make a mistake, sir?"
The air was filled with white mist, and Song Jin stood there in a daze, thinking that his ears were blocked by the mist and he couldn't hear clearly.
She had a serious face and closed the steamer tightly. Then she rubbed her hands on her apron and politely invited the man to the stall: "Big brother, please sit inside."
The man nodded, followed Song Jin in, and sat in the rest area behind the stall.
There is a small table and two small benches behind the stall, which is where Song Jin and Que'er used to rest.
Song Jin raised her hand and poured a glass of water for the person opposite her. She placed the glass in front of the person and sat down herself.
Only then did she carefully look at the man who claimed to be her fiancé.
He was dressed in plain clothes, carrying a bag on his back, with his hair neatly tied up. He drank water naturally. His appearance was not particularly outstanding, but he was clean.
He had obviously traveled for a long time, but his clothes were still clean and not dirty at all.
The man took a sip of water and looked at Song Jin with gentle eyes, without any aggression, as if he was a considerate older brother next door.
He said slowly, "My name is Wang Xian. I met Brother Song in the capital. Before he left the capital, he arranged our marriage. I didn't expect that Brother Song would encounter an accident on the way. After I got the news in the capital, I immediately got up and rushed here."
As Wang Xian spoke, he took out the documents from the package and placed them on the table in front of Song Jin.
"This is the engagement letter and the betrothal gift list I used when I gave the betrothal gift before Brother Song left. Our matched birth dates are also in it. Miss Song can take a look at it."
Song Jin had a serious look on her face. She reached out and opened the letter of appointment and the document of birth date.
The names on the bright red and gold-embossed marriage certificate clearly read Wang Xian and Song Jin.
Looking at her birth date and horoscope, it was indeed hers.
Song Jin's face wrinkled into little buns.
A pair of beautiful eyebrows were also gathered together, looking very embarrassed.
Wang Xian looked at the girl in front of him and seemed to be a little worried. He thought about it and suggested: "Although Brother Song has encountered an accident, our previous marriage will still remain the same."
Seeing that Song Jin was silent, Wang Xian continued, "You don't have any other relatives at home now. I am two years older than you. I will take care of all the wedding matters. After you come to Beijing, you will temporarily live in the Song family. I will hire a maid to take care of you. You don't have to be afraid. Brother Song and I have known each other for a long time. You are both my fiancée and my sister. Now that he is gone, I am your relative. You can just call me Brother Wang."
After he said that, he looked at the little girl in front of him as if he had thought of something.
She looked up at him, her face serious: "Brother Wang, I want to ask, does your family have house rules?"
Song Jin used his fingers to indicate the thickness: "This thick book of family rules needs to be memorized."
Wang Xian was stunned when he heard Song Jin ask this.
Then he thought the girl was afraid of getting married, so he smiled gently and explained, "I am now a small clerk in the Ministry of Revenue. My family is not a wealthy and powerful family. My parents are also open-minded and responsible. I am their only son, and they also know Brother Song. Miss Song, don't be afraid. They are very easy to get along with. There is only one maid in the family who sweeps the floor and cooks, and two maids who serve my mother. One of them will be given to you in the future. There is also a servant. This is the situation in my family."
"As for such a thick family rule..." Wang Xian laughed: "Only aristocratic families would regulate their clansmen in this way. My family can only be considered wealthy, so naturally we don't need this."
After he finished speaking, Song Jin's expression froze even more.
He was a little unsure, so he asked slowly, "Miss Song, do you not believe in my identity?"
Song Jin shook his head.
Not because of disbelief, but because of belief.
Even the problems that she had been unable to figure out in her mind for some time suddenly became clear.
Although she didn't think so much in the past, she was not a fool.
Her husband was a good person, but these days, she always felt that there was something noble about him that made him different from an ordinary person.
It doesn't seem like a marriage that her brother could arrange for her.
That night, her husband came in a blood-stained robe. Such gorgeous clothes were definitely not something that ordinary people could wear. Later, her husband's appearance, manners, and the nobleness revealed in his every move were all different from hers.
He was more like a person in the sky, whom she couldn't reach even if she stood on tiptoe.
Far away, such a long distance.
Even lying next to her, I couldn't reach it.
On the contrary, the Wang Xian in front of him was different.
His appearance was not outstanding, but he was very clean. Neither his eyes nor his clothes were dirty at all. His family background was clean and simple, he had a decent job, and he even knew his brother.
This is more like the husband my brother chose for me.
But……
Song Jin looked up at Wang Xian and said, "Sorry, I'm married."
Wang Xian obviously didn't expect this.
He originally thought that Song Jin was cautious and unwilling to trust people easily, but he didn't expect that she would get married!
Wang Xian frowned, he was a little worried: "When did you get married? But he is from a white family? What's his name?"
Wang Xian asked again and again, and then he realized his attitude and softened his tone, "Now that your brother is gone, even if our marriage is not going to happen, you are still my sister, and you must not marry someone so easily that it will ruin your life. Is your husband good to you?"
Song Jin nodded slowly: "I got married three months ago. The man is a teacher named Xie Qiao."
"Xie Qiao?" Wang Xian repeated in a low voice.
"Do you know him, Brother Wang?" Song Jin asked with frowned brows.
Wang Xian shook his head: "I don't know him, but there is a person named Xie Qiao in Kyoto, and he is the current head of the Xie family."
Song Jin asked: "Is that the bridge? Is it the bridge of the small bridge?"
Wang Xian thought about it carefully and said: "It should be the character 峤 with the mountain radical."
Song Jin nodded: "That's not the same word, it must be a coincidence."
Wang Xian also agreed.
After all, it is rumored in the capital that the head of the Xie family has passed away, and he has been staying indoors for a long time, so he should not be the same person.
Wang Xian looked at the little girl in front of him. It was the first time he met Song Jin, and he found that the little girl was really nice.
Well-behaved, polite and good-looking.
If he had gotten the news from Brother Song earlier and come to pick her up, perhaps she wouldn't be so anxious to marry someone else.
If an orphan like this doesn't get married, her life will not be easy.
He blamed himself a little.
Today's information was really huge, and Song Jin herself was a little confused, but some things hidden in the fog suddenly became clear to her.
She looked up and saw that Wang Xian looked a little annoyed.
She was a little embarrassed: "Brother Wang, I'm sorry, I..."
"It's not your fault." Wang Xian interrupted her: "If I had gotten the news earlier, you wouldn't have been so anxious to get married. Now it seems that your life should be pretty good. Now that Brother Song is not here, if you have any problems in the future, come to Kyoto to find me. I will also help you take care of the Song family's house, so you don't have to worry."
Song Jin pursed his lips.
She looked at the upright man in front of her, and suddenly, she seemed to see her brother.
Her brother must be a very good person too...
Song Jin nodded: "Thank you, Brother Wang."
"Also, when are you going to get your dowry?" Wang Xian said, "Your dowry is still at the Song family. Now that you are married, you should take it for your own use. Uncle Song used to be a doctor, so there is some money at home. Brother Song also has military expenses in the army. Your dowry should be good enough. If you want to use it, I can ask the escort agency to send it to you after I return to Kyoto."
Song Jin thought for a moment, then shook her head: "Thank you, Brother Wang. I will go to Kyoto with my husband to get it someday. I won't bother you anymore."
Wang Xian also nodded.
Although he was not destined to be married to Song Jin, when he saw Song Jin, he put all his friendship with Song Feng on her.
Brother Song’s sister is his sister.
Wang Xian looked at the girl deeply and said, "I will rest in Chongzhou for the next three days. If you have anything to do, please come to Qinglai Inn to find me."
Song Jin nodded obediently, then turned around and packed some freshly made pastries for Wang Xian.
She pushed the packaged pastries and the marriage certificate in front of Wang Xian. The bright red and gold-embossed wedding invitation looked very beautiful in the midday light.
She said, "Brother Wang, this is the new cake I made. Take it back and try it."
Wang Xian looked at the exquisite snacks and suddenly felt a little regretful.
But there is no other way. As luck would have it, someone else got there first. I can only blame myself for not having my destiny yet.
He put away the marriage certificate and said, "I will take this marriage back and report it to my parents before making any plans."
Song Jin nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.
She put two freshly steamed white buns on top of them for Wang Xian: "Then I'll trouble you, Brother Wang."
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Just after noon, Xie Qiao sat upright at the square table.
The surroundings were quiet, he didn't lock his eyes, and the pen in his hand didn't move for a long time.
A drop of thick ink slid from the tip of the pen and spread on the paper.
Soon, Fu Cang's voice came from outside: "Sir, I have something to report."
Xie Qiao was dressed in white, and his tone was cold: "Come in."
Fu Cang pushed open the door, walked a few steps to stand in front of Xie Qiao and said, "Sir, there is news from Xiu Cui Tower."
Xie Qiao put down the pen in his hand, raised his cold eyes slightly and said, "Speak."
"I have already found out that Fan An, the Magistrate of Chongzhou, is a close confidant of the Zheng family. The person in Xiucui Tower was the one the Zheng family notified Fan An to receive. He should be the King of Qi."
"It's indeed him." There was no emotion in Xie Qiao's eyes.
He had guessed it when Song Jin was asked by the nobleman about cakes, and calculated that the King of Qi would be arriving near Chongzhou now.
Xie Qiao rubbed his fingertips slightly: "Prepare to return to Beijing."
"Yes." Fu Cang whispered, "Sir, these days I have used the Xie family's power to investigate Xiu Cui Tower. The Xie family branch has received news of the movement. Sir, you must go to the Xie family branch. After all, you will need the branch's help when you return to Beijing."
Xie Qiao originally did not want to be so ostentatious in Chongzhou, but since he was able to get news about the King of Qi, the King of Qi was not a waste and should be careful because he also knew that he was in Chongzhou.
In this case, he might as well reveal his identity.
Xie Qiao said coldly: "Go and spread the news that I was injured recently and recuperating at the Xie family. Now I am well again and will be back in Beijing soon."
Fu Cang lowered his head: "Yes."
He did not leave afterwards, but instead hesitated.
Xie Qiao raised his eyes: "If you have anything, tell me."
Fu Cang hesitated a little: "Sir, a man came to Madam's steamed bun stall today."
Xie Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Male?"
When Song Jin went out to do business at his stall, he would naturally meet many men. Why did Fu Cang mention this one alone?
Fu Cang has followed Xie Qiao for many years and naturally knows his temper. Under Xie Qiao's cold gaze, he still said with a stiff upper lip: "That man said he was Madam's fiancé and came to Madam with a letter of engagement and his horoscope. From what I've seen, that letter doesn't look fake..."
Fu Cang closed his eyes and made up his mind: "I dare to ask you, sir, did Song Feng really say that you should marry a lady to repay his kindness?"
"Did you make a mistake, sir?"
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