Xianglan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It seemed that they had indeed overthought it.
After returning to the house and talking about this matter, Aunt Wen felt relieved and put the matter behind her.
*****
On the second day of August, everything goes well.
Song Qian came out of the pavilion as a concubine, which caused no waves in the huge capital city.
Although the Wei Mansion was also decorated with prosperity, that was all.
A sedan chair entered through the side door, and Song Qian was sent into the courtyard that had been arranged in advance.
Without the wine together, without the unity of the heart, without the dragon and phoenix celebrating each other, Song Qian would not be unyielding.
But after she knew that Wei Shiyuan had deliberately renamed this courtyard 'Qianyun Pavilion', the anxiety and depression in her heart slowly subsided again.
The other party had tried his best to welcome her in according to the highest regulations on concubinage, which was enough to show that he valued her.
Song Qian sat on the wedding bed, knowing whether Wei Shiyuan would come over soon, so he simply lifted the hijab.
Seeing that all the maids in the house were brought by her mother's family, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I don't know if it was the Wei family's intention, or Wei Shiyuan's love for her. If she were the Lin family, she would definitely have to arrange a few people in this room in advance.
She raised her lips and smiled and said: "You have all followed me before and know my temper. Without my instructions, you cannot make a wrong step and let others catch your pigtails. Do you understand?"
The maids quickly said yes.
Caiping brought a bowl of eight-treasure longan porridge to Song Qian and said, "Girl, this is prepared for you by this slave. I wish you will have a son soon and be of the same mind as the master!"
Song Qian's eyes darkened. Of course, she had also imagined the scene of her glorious marriage, but her fiancé was a short-lived ghost, which dragged her down to her current age.
It's not like she hasn't thought about being a stepmother to fill the house, but she doesn't like those middle-aged old men who have lost their wives and have greasy bellies, and she doesn't want to find a miserable failed scholar to live a lonely life.
So, she had to find another way.
Wei Shiyuan was her own choice, and she had to get through it even if there were many difficulties.
She didn't really come to Wei Mansion to be a concubine!
Song Qian said: "You have your heart. However, although I am a concubine, I am a good concubine. You know my plan."
"Yes, I will try my best to help the girl achieve her wish."
Caiping stood aside obediently. Seeing that her face was still good, she said, "If Madam comes to trouble us, how should we deal with her?"
Song Qian's eyebrows remained unchanged, as if she had already thought about it.
"I heard that Mrs. Lin has been favored by the master for more than ten years. Some time ago, she fell out with the master because of an outsider. She is jealous. We are new here, so of course we have to be tolerant first. At least, we can't let the master see our faults."
Song Qian was secretly scheming in Qianyun Pavilion, but Mrs. Lin was not as jealous and crazy as she thought.
Mother Zhao said: "I saw that the courtyard of Qianyun Pavilion was full of sixty-four dowries. I am afraid that Aunt Qian is very confident!"
"Isn't that great?"
Lin's tone was gloomy, and it sounded like she didn't have any good ideas.
Mother Zhao heard something else in her words and smiled: "Madam is absolutely right."
Including Song Qian, the second master already has three concubines.
Mrs. Lin was not afraid of being bitten by lice if she had too many. There was no difference between one concubine and three concubines to her. In short, they were all betrayed by that beast Wei Shiyuan.
This beast doesn't know now that he won't have children in the future, right?
"Hmph, let's make these two bitches happy for a few days."
No one was in trouble, and Wei Shiyuan and Song Qian's wedding night went smoothly.
On the second day of the tea ceremony, Song Qianluo was dressed in lightly powdered clothes, with a thin make-up on her peach face. Gold, stone and jade were dangling between her temples, and carefully carved jasper earrings hung in her ears, which made her face brighter and her eyes more graceful. This outfit is smart and lively, which shows that her dowry is rich, and it makes people unable to see her intention to compete.
Facing the various looks from everyone, Song Qian was not timid at all. She walked up to Mrs. Lin, lowered her eyes and bowed: "I have met Madam."
Wei Baozhu stood behind Mrs. Lin, and it was obvious that Mrs. Lin's whole body tightened suddenly when she saw Song Qian.
She could understand how her mother was feeling at this time.
In her early twenties, it is the age when a woman blossoms most beautifully. She has the freshness of a girl and the charm of a mature woman. How can any man refuse it?
Not counting Huan Sha, Aunt Wen, who held gold and silver in her hands and had an unrivaled temperament, had already made Mrs. Lin breathless, and then came Song Qian, a girl with a delicate face and a strong temperament.
As for Lin herself, she was nearly thirty years old at this time.
She was silent for a long time, then she cleared her voice and said, "Get up."
Song Qian slowly stood up, and the numerous hanging azaleas on her skirt trembled gently with her movements, as if smelling the fragrance.
She raised her eyes to look at Mrs. Lin who was sitting in the seat, and saw that she was wearing a simple light blue Confucian skirt, and her bun was only held up by a simple plain jade hairpin, which was refreshing and solemn.
Song Qian's heart skipped a beat and she thought secretly.
Lin was like this, did he not take her seriously? Or do you mean to have no dispute with her?
Wei Baozhu smiled secretly when he saw Song Qianfa was startled.
This was exactly her idea.
No matter how Lin dressed up, she was definitely not as young and delicate as Song Qian, and instead fell behind.
It is better to do the opposite and deal with it plainly.
In this way, Mrs. Lin appears to be casual, kind, modest and generous.
Song Qian was stunned for only a moment. She turned around and took a cup of tea from Cai Ping, walked to Mrs. Lin, knelt down and said, "Sister, please use it."
When a concubine enters the house, she must have tea with the main wife to be recognized.
The matter was a foregone conclusion. Mrs. Lin did not hesitate. She took the tea cup and took a symbolic sip. She held it up and said, "Get up. From today on, you will be a member of my Wei family. From now on." You must serve the master well and spread your branches and leaves for him as soon as possible."
Song Qian didn't expect that Lin didn't have any embarrassment at all, but the sentence "spending loose leaves" somehow had a meaningful feeling.
But she could only assume that Mrs. Lin was unwilling, and said yes with a blushing face.
Mrs. Lin introduced everyone in the second room with a few words, and Song Qian greeted them one by one.
Song Qian was a good concubine, with a higher status than Aunt Wen and Huang Shaer. Huang Shaer stood up and returned the courtesy with a nonchalant expression, and Wen Yuniang called her "sister" kindly.
Song Qian was very generous and prepared a meeting gift for everyone.
But she was a concubine, so preparing a meeting gift was a bit much.
With a dowry and a companion, do you think you are being married by a matchmaker? Is this because of one's own background to disgust the Lin family, or is it because he wants to test the reality of the Lin family?
Wen Yuniang picked up the tea cup to hide her expression. When the tea was poured into her mouth, her expression turned pale.
The taste of this tea is really different from the one in my house.
There's nothing wrong with my own tea. Could it be that there's something wrong with Lin's tea?
Wen Yuniang raised her eyes and looked at everyone. Seeing that no one noticed her, she used her sleeves to cover herself, pinched some tea leaves from the teacup with her fingers and hid them.
Song Qian saw everyone here and wanted to wait in front of Lin.
Seeing this, Mrs. Lin said: "No need, you go back and rest. I'm afraid I will have to talk to you when I come back from business."
Song Qian didn't want to set any rules in front of Lin, so she bowed and left.
Upon seeing this, Wen Yuniang stood up and left. When she returned to Suochun Pavilion, she handed the wet tea leaves to Xianglan and said, "Smell this tea. Is it different from ours?"
Xianglan took the tea and smelled it in surprise: "It seems...it's not the same. I can't tell what's different, but it just seems like there's something extra."
She went to get the tea box and smelled this one and that one, but because she smelled so much, she couldn't smell the difference for a while.
Wen Yuniang called Huilan over, brought the tea in front of her, and said, "Come and smell it. What's different?"
Huilan had a very good nose and could distinguish it carefully. She pointed at the small handful of soaked tea leaves and said, "It seems like this has a faint... freshness?"
"Yes, that's right!" Pandan agreed: "It's a fresh fragrance, but not a fragrance. What you call 'freshness' is more appropriate. Compared with the sweet fragrance of stamens, it's more like the smell of petals, fresh and light. , if there is something but if there is nothing.”
Wen Yuniang's expression became strange.
Hui Lan said: "Even if it is the same kind of tea, new tea, old tea, spring tea and autumn tea, the taste is very different."
But Wen Yuniang was more cautious and said, "Let's make a cup of our tea and take a look."
Cymbidium moved quickly and brewed the tea leaves in the tea box. The three people's eyes fell on the unfolded tea leaves, and they looked at them carefully for a moment. The tea leaves were neat in shape, beautiful in color, and perfect in appearance, but the taste was It is indeed different from what the second lady got.
Wen Yuniang said to Xianglan, "Take this tea and show it to the doctor!"
"Yes, slave, go now!"
Xianglan went to the medical clinic again. The doctor in charge was taking a nap in the back hall. When she saw Xianglan, she couldn't help but ask, "Why are you here again?"
"Mr. Guan, look at this tea again!"
The doctor held up the wet tea wrapped in a handkerchief, smelled it carefully, and suddenly his expression changed: "This is... narcissus juice!"
Pandan quickly asked: "What happened to the narcissus juice?"
Guan Langzhong works with herbs every day, so he naturally has a more sensitive sense of smell and taste than others.
He said: "If you accidentally ingest the daffodil juice, you will have abdominal pain, a weak pulse, lethargy, and a rise in body temperature. In the early stage, it looks like you are pregnant. But as it gets worse, you will have cold sweats, diarrhea, collapse, etc. …”
Xianglan was startled. How could there be narcissus juice in the tea the second lady drank?
"This...will someone die?"
Guan Langzhong said: "This tea has been soaked in narcissus juice, and the smell is not obvious. It will not attract anyone's attention easily. It is really invisible. If you continue to take it for a long time, you will eventually... spasm, paralysis and gas. Absolutely."
Xianglan was speechless for a moment, so she quickly picked up the tea and left. After thinking about it, she asked the doctor to prescribe some prescriptions for women's nourishing medicine, so that she would not have to go to the medicine hall several times without buying any medicine. Get the attention of others.
When she returned to the Wei Mansion and told Wen Yuniang about the matter, Wen Yuniang suddenly took a breath of cold air!
"Someone wants to harm Mrs. Lin?"
Xianglan said: "Could it be Aunt Huang?"
"Definitely not. If she wanted to harm Mrs. Lin and did it without anyone noticing, then she would come to us and tell us why the tea tastes different. Isn't it unnecessary?"
"It can't be that the old lady wants to harm the second lady, right? This tea is the reward of the old lady."
Wen Yuniang thought of Song Qian, the concubine who entered the house today, and murmured: "How is it impossible... I think it is very possible..."
