For several days in a row, Song Yu kept going back and forth between the Song Mansion and Taomu Village. She did not rest in the Mansion until the day when she entered the family tree. Early the next morning, she dressed up and went to the family temple with the help of her maids and servants.
There is a ray of rising sun on the horizon, and the Song family temple is already full of people.
The men, women, and children all had solemn faces, especially the elders of the clan, who were looking straight ahead and sitting upright, with their hair combed brightly and their clothes without a trace of wrinkles.
As soon as Song Yu was admitted to the hospital, many people turned their heads to look.
This was the first time for most of them to see the legitimate son of the Second Fang. He was dressed in mysterious clothes, majestic and with piercing eyes. When he entered the courtyard, he first bowed to his father, and then greeted all the elders one by one.
The third uncle frowned: "Wenchang, have you investigated clearly? That girl is indeed not your couple's child?"
Mr. Song leaned over and said respectfully: "Third uncle, don't worry, we have indeed investigated clearly. Ziyu is the child of my wife and I, and that child is the child of the farmer's family. I will trouble my third uncle soon."
The third uncle waved his hand: "It's not hard work."
"It's just that the second wife didn't have a legitimate son, and your daughter-in-law had to live or die. She even moved out of her natal family just to put her daughter's name on the family tree, which made a huge fuss. Now it's been found out that everything was a mistake, and the girl's name needs to be crossed out. Write Song Yu’s name..."
Looking at Mr. Song, his eyes were stern: "Everything can be done one way or another. If you don't talk about me next time, the whole clan will not agree. You have to think clearly."
Master Song nodded carefully: "Third uncle, Zichang has thought clearly."
The third uncle stared at him for a long time, then turned to look at Song Yu, who was always standing beside him, waved his sleeves and stood up: "Well, the time has come, let's get started."
Open a family temple, burn incense, ask for genealogy,
Under the witness of several clan elders, the third uncle took out his writing brush, crossed out Song Yue's name with one stroke, and solemnly wrote the word "Song Yu" next to it.
The third uncle's lips showed a smile: "Ziyu, come forward and kowtow to your ancestors."
Song Yu stepped forward and knelt on the futon, and respectfully kowtowed three times to the rows of tablets. The wind blew and the flags fluttered. At this point, Jiang Yu changed his name to Song Yu and resumed his status as the legitimate son of the second wife of the Song Dynasty.
The family is prosperous, the parents are well-off, the brothers and sisters are respectful, and the future is bright.
After the etiquette was over, everyone came out of the family temple. Song Yu followed her father. As soon as she stepped out of the door, Mrs. Song rushed up and hugged her tightly, saying, "My son, my son." She cried with joy.
Song Yu raised her hand, patted Mrs. Song's back and said, "Mother."
Mrs. Song raised her head and looked at him blankly, her eyes full of tears. Song Yu couldn't help but be moved and called out 'Mother' again. Mrs. Song nodded hastily: "Hey! Mother's child!"
The Song Mansion held a family banquet for all relatives and friends, and officially revealed Song Yu's identity as the legitimate son of the second wife of the Song Mansion.
Song Yu hesitated: "Dad, Yue'er..."
Master Song patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your mother has already sent someone to invite her, and Mr. Jiang. He has raised you for so many years. As a father, you must thank him."
Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face: "Thank you, father."
Master Song laughed loudly and took him to meet the officials in the capital. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The adults drank and talked. Song Yusheng had a good appearance and good conversation, and won many compliments.
The front yard was full of laughter and laughter, and the backyard was also particularly lively.
Mrs. Song is the protagonist tonight. She is surrounded by all the ladies and ladies, and the smile on her face never stops. The ladies know that she is happy today, and they are happy to praise her.
At the same time, Mrs. Song was also quietly observing the ladies from each family.
Seeing that my son will get married in a few years, the engagement and wedding ceremony will take at least two or three years to prepare. If we don't make the decision early, all the good girls will be picked up by then.
Mrs. Song finally felt a sense of urgency now.
She looked around the courtyard. The girl eating wine... No, she was too fat. Her son couldn't be wronged by his good looks. The girl covering her lips and smiling coquettishly has pretty good looks, but... her father seems to be Mr. Liu, right? No, no, it's bad luck to deal with dead people every day.
Mrs. Song looked around, but no one was satisfied.
The only one who liked her was a dignified and elegant girl who could be regarded as a rich lady. Unfortunately, she had already got engaged a month ago... Thinking of this, Mrs. Song was immediately dissatisfied with Xihe. If she had told Ziyu earlier, Whereabouts, maybe that good daughter-in-law is ours! He couldn't help but glare at her.
Xihe, who was engrossed in eating: "..."
Originally, she didn't want to come to this family banquet. After all, she didn't want to have anything to do with the Song family anymore, but Song Yu's servant specially sent a letter written by Song Yu himself, asking her to come with the old man with sincere words.
Thinking of how much advantage Song Yu had taken these days, I felt really embarrassed, so I followed the old man on this trip.
But the male guests are in the front yard and the female guests are in the back yard.
As soon as they arrived, the old man was politely invited to the front yard, while she was taken to the backyard by the maid and placed in a room. No one was seen during this period, and she was not called out until the banquet started.
It turned out that she was eating so well here, and Mrs. Song rolled her eyes at her again.
Xihe: "..."
Suddenly I felt that the food in front of me no longer tasted good.
Xihe let go of his chopsticks. She was sitting in the corner, surrounded by several daughters of petty officials. They were dressed in shabby clothes and timid. They didn't dare to stretch out their chopsticks when eating, and they sat with their heads down and didn't say much.
He glanced at the smiling ladies from various families near the main table, and then compared the silence on the table.
Xihe stood up and quietly left his seat.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the weather was still a little cold. The lanterns on the porch swayed gently, and a thin layer of ice had condensed on the lakeside.
Xihe stood by the lake and could hear the sound of silk and bamboo in the distance.
Buzz——
Ding dong, ding dong,
Suddenly the sound of the piano came from the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and the sound was clear and clear.
Xihe was stunned for a moment and couldn't think of anyone who could be so arty here in the cold weather? She paused, and based on the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, she planned to get out of the way quickly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I started to move, I was stopped by someone.
"Second girl."
He was dressed in black and had a long sword at his waist.
Xihe looked at the black-faced boy, then looked at the dark pavilion in the middle of the lake, and was surprised: "Is there an eldest son in there?"
The young man in black nodded: "My young master, please come over."
When Xihe was sitting in the dark pavilion in the middle of the lake, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand and listening to the tinkling sound of the piano, he couldn't figure out why he wanted to make this trip? Wouldn't it be nice to make your ears feel better?
Ding dong, ding dong,
One after another, Xihe finally couldn't bear it any longer.
She put down the cup and looked at the blurry face opposite: "Master, can you change the song?" Ding Ding Dongdong, do you only know this song?
