Song Jiayan’s memory began when she was one year old. Of course, how could she have memories if she was still drinking milk at the age of one year? In this way, Song Jiayan is naturally not an ordinary child.

She herself didn't know why. Perhaps it was the lively and festive celebration of Song Mansion that day that awakened her to recall all the past life.

Of course, her past life has nothing to do with this world.

I won’t mention my past and present life for the time being. So, I don’t know where to go and forget to feed her milk. Can the wet nurse have some professional ethics?

Your mother, she hasn't eaten a sip of milk for most of the day. Is her stomach ginger? Is she starving to death?

No one came to feed her. Song Jiayan's eyes were so hungry that she was green. She was so impatient that she curled her lips and let out a cry. Cuirui, the girl who was holding her, was panicked and said to an old lady, "Mom Wan, please take a look, where is Mama Chu? It's been this morning, and the big girl didn't even have a mouthful of milk. Look, she was so hungry that she cried."

Mrs. Wan moved her butt, but she didn't leave the chair under her butt, and snorted, "No need to guess, Chinese lady Chu must have helped to help the new wife enter the door. Otherwise, why didn't she show up today? Yesterday, I heard the housekeepers' wives say that the new wife enters the door, there are so many things, and the old women are not enough. You didn't see that, the girls in our yard were also called to go."

The world is big, and the milk is the biggest.

When Song Jiayan heard that she had no breastfeed, she became even hungry, so she cried and protested continuously.

Cui Rui kept shaking Song Jiayan with her arms, and said to Wan Pozi with her side face, "No matter what, the new lady is also our eldest girl's aunt. You always go and find Mother Chu. Seeing that the eldest girl is crying like this, I will know for a while that the new lady is all our incompetent as slaves."

The Wan Ma Zi stood up lazily and kept scolding, "Mr. Chu, who was suffering from plague, can't wait to flatter Mrs. Xin at this moment."

Cuirui sighed quietly and spoke to Song Jiayan gently, "Girl, we can get breastfeeding in a while, stop crying..."

After a while, Wan Mama went out, she cursed and brought back a cup of glutinous and soft rice porridge, "Mum Chu has gone where it is. The eldest girl is one year old now and can eat some soup. Feed the eldest girl some rice porridge. I looked at the kitchen, which was soft and easy to melt."

Cui Rui didn't say anything, and took the soft rice porridge from Wan Pozi's hand and placed it on the low table beside her hand. She scooped half a spoon, and blew away the heat. When the temperature was appropriate, this recipe was sent to Song Jiayan's mouth. Song Jiayan's eyes were hungry, and when they saw that the rice porridge was delivered to her mouth, she immediately opened her mouth and ate it voraciously.

She ate half a bowl before she burped with satisfaction, closed her eyes, and felt drowsy.

Cuirui said, "I have to ask my mother to ask for some warm water. The eldest girl just cried and when she slept, if her eyes swollen tomorrow, we will take the eldest girl to pay tribute to the new wife. The new wife needs to ask, what should we say."

Wan Po Zi muttered again, complaining and went out to call the little girls to fetch water. Song Jiayan was very dissatisfied: Do you think she didn't smell it? Just now, Wan Po Zi clearly smelled the chicken on her body, so she might have gone to find the wet nurse. Maybe Wan Po Zi went to the kitchen to steal the chicken, and then brought her a bowl of rice porridge.

A towel was just right in temperature and softly brushed her small face. Cuirui gently wiped Song Jiayan's face. Seeing Song Jiayan looking at her with two black grape-like eyes open, Cuirui smiled slightly and said to Wan Pozi, "Isn't the big girl just Ele. Look, how well-behaved after eating."

Wan Po Zi had no intention of seeing Song Jiayan wrapped in cloth. She stretched her fat neck and looked out twice, smacked the residual smell of roast chicken in her mouth, and sighed, "I'm busy making a ball in the mansion today, and we probably will be late for dinner." Even though she nibbled two chicken legs in the kitchen, she was still hungry.

Cuirui tilted her mouth to the table and said, "If my mother is hungry, she will make up for the pastries on the table."

Wan Po Zi smiled, "Miss Rui can have some too. I don't know when will I wait for lunch."

Cuirui smiled, took a piece of cake, and started eating it carefully with the Wan Pozi.

Song Jiayan closed his eyes and listened to Cui Rui and Wan Pozi talking every word. Now the biggest thing in the Song family is the marriage of a new wife. Therefore, Cui Rui and Wan Pozi were probably talking about this gossip.

Song Jiayan quickly understood that her biological mother died of dysfunction when she gave birth to her. Now the one who passed by her is her biological mother's concubine, her aunt. She also has an older brother named Rang, who is kept by the old lady.

Song Jiayan was listening to the gossip with relish, and Song Jiareng came.

Cuirui and Wan Po Zi quickly stood up and saluted, shouting, "Brother, why are you here?"

Song Jiajie had a beautiful and heroic little face, but his face was smelly. Song Jiajie said, "Let me see my sister." He looked into the tightly wrapped cloth bag on the couch. At this time, Song Jiajie looked only three or four years old, with dark and bright eyes, and full of childishness. After looking for a while, he reached out to touch his sister's teddy little face, pretended, imitating the appearance of an adult, and asked in a slight voice, "Did you have your sister breasts?"

Cuirui and Wan Pozi hurriedly said, "The big girl has eaten."

Looking at Cuirui and Wan Pozi's respectful attitude, Song Jiayan thought to himself: It seems that this brother who is raised by the old lady is quite in a position.

Song Jiarang sat on the couch where Song Jiayan was lying, looked around and asked, "Where is Mama Chu? Why didn't you see her?"

Cuirui hurriedly said, "Today the mansion is busy, and there is no manpower. Mother Chu will go and help."

Song Jiajie said with a stinky face, "Is there no other idle person in your yard? Why do you have to ask Mama Chu to go? If your sister is hungry, she will still find a nurse?"

Cui Rui didn't dare to say that Mother Chu disappeared early in the morning. Mother Wan advised, "Don't be angry, I'll go find Madam Chu to come back."

Song Jiarang was already a little angry. At his age, he didn't know the importance of restraining his temper. He raised his voice and was angry, "Don't you go quickly!"

At this time, Song Jiarang was smart, but he was just the smartness of the child.

Song Jiarang, the eldest grandson of the Song family, is the lifeblood of old lady Song.

His words are of course useful.

The nurse Chu fell into Song Jiarang's hands, and she was a little dirty.

On the second day, Song Jiayan was held by Cui Rui. After greeting her new stepmother, her stepmother gave Song Jiarang a pair of golden collars with Song Jiayan, among which Song Jianuo also had an extra set of four treasures in the study.

The stepmother's surname is Ji. Because she was the illegitimate sister of Song Jiayan's biological mother, Old Lady Song called her son's house Xiao Ji. At this moment, the old lady sighed, "Little Ji, for you came in yesterday, the busy people at home were rushing around. Now, even my sister's nurse went to work hard and didn't feed her all day long. I pity my eldest granddaughter." This is a bit unfair to say. Old Lady Song favors boys over girls, and in the past she didn't see her looking at Song Jiayan more. Now, she is just using Song Jiayan's name to give Xiao Ji a good look.

"You are not an outsider when you enter the house. I am old, so you have to learn to manage family affairs. Tell me, how should this nurse do this?" Old Mrs. Song said it was quite rude and was a bit mean. In fact, it is no wonder that Old Mrs. Song is not a famous family, but Old Mrs. Song is blessed and gave birth to two good sons. The eldest son Song Rong and the second son Song Yao have both promising sons and earning imperial edicts for her. The mother is noble, and some of the children around Mrs. Song are flattered. Unfortunately, the grace of Old Mrs. Song's imperial edict is not flattering, but the self-esteem and arrogantness of Old Mrs. Song.

Fortunately, this is in the Song family. Old Mrs. Song is the ancestor. No matter how self-esteem is, it is only in the Song family.

However, the daughter-in-law of the Song family is not easy to be like.

Xiao Ji is the new daughter-in-law. The day before, she was threatened by her mother-in-law. If she was an ordinary young wife, she would not be panicked or wronged. Fortunately, Xiao Ji was not a casual person and bowed to Old Lady Song. As soon as Xiao Ji spoke, his voice was as gentle and pleasant as the waves of Jiangnan, but his words were round and smooth and clear. She said slowly, "In theory, it is not an exaggeration to drive out such a servant. But, after all, this is

My sister's nurse. As soon as my wife passed the door, she chased her nurse. I knew it and said that this nurse was confused and treated her badly. If I don't know, I don't know how to think about choreography of our family. After all, the nurses always have some contributions to breastfeeding her brother and sister. According to my wife, the merits and demerits will be offset, and the nurse will be fined for half a year to watch the future. If she changes and is willing to serve her carefully, she will be left behind. Just think of her face."

Old Mrs. Song refused to comment, and Song Rong said, "Mother, the time is almost over. Xiao Ji and I will go to burn incense to our ancestors first."

"Go." Old Mrs. Song never listened to her, and said, "And the wife in front of you, don't forget to tell her. After all, she gave birth to this child and a daughter for you, and she would have worked hard even if she had no credit."

Song Rong agreed.

Old Mrs. Song is not a tolerant person. Although a new daughter-in-law has to set rules, it is rare for a new daughter-in-law to stand from morning to night on the first day of the wedding.

Song Rong finally had three days of marriage leave, but he could only reunite with his new wife in the wedding room after he had settled his mother's care at night. There was no need to say all kinds of distractions. Xiao Ji was considerate and respectful in front of old lady Song. After she went back to the room with her husband, she unconsciously showed a hint of fatigue on her face. Song Rong felt very distressed, held Xiao Ji's hand and asked in a warm voice, "Are you tired?"

Xiao Ji leaned in her husband's arms and said softly, "The master is going to be busy with business, so it is worth it for me to be filial to the old lady for the master."

Song Rong kneaded Xiao Ji's soft ear beads with two fingers and said warmly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Ji was born with a bright and charming smile, and she smiled under the candlelight, which made her look even more beautiful. Song Rong's heart moved slightly, Xiao Ji's eyes were as bright as water, and she smiled at him, and said quietly, "As long as the master cares about me, I will not suffer much."

Song Rong felt a little warm, and he was holding his wife who was the wife whom he married, so why should he be polite? Thinking of this, Song Rong had one hand twisted into Xiao Ji's skirt. Xiao Ji moaned slightly, his waist softened, and he leaned into Song Guangzu's arms.

The maid in the room had been sent out by Xiao Ji, and no one was disgusting around. Song Rong pulled open Xiao Ji's belt and rubbed it to the place of the peach garden. Xiao Ji's newlyweds, blushing like rouge, only her arms were hooked on Song Guangzu's neck, her teeth lightly bit her red lips, her eyes were filled with bright light, and her charm was flowing. Xiao Ji broke her body last night, and Song Rong wanted it ruthlessly. Xiao Ji really didn't get much fun from this bed. However, she was very smart and knew that a man would be the best. If she wanted to grab a man's heart, how could she ruin the man's happiness at this moment?

What's more, there are two delicate concubines waiting in the east and west wings.

Xiao Ji forced Chenghuan and whispered to Song Rong's ears, "Good brother, I felt very painful yesterday, you at least love me..."

Perhaps there is such a beastly existence in a man's body. The more Xiao Ji is like this, the more Song Rong is excited. One night, joy, and in the morning, Song Rong accompanied Xiao Ji to his mother's place to pay his respects.

Song Jia asked her parents to invite her to An, Xiao Ji praised her, "I'm really making a better debut by asking her brother to follow the old lady."

Old Mrs. Song was extremely comfortable to hear this and said to Song Rong, "I haven't seen you like me for a few days. Today, you can have breakfast with me."

Song Rong came from a poor family and is only twenty-five years old. Yu Chao is already a fourth-rank official. Although there is no need for the help of the Yue family, this person was the top scholar in high school at the age of eighteen. Not only did he do a good job, but he was also very clear about the worldly style. Song Rong even knew the tricks between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. He smiled and said, "Even if the mother does not keep her son, her son will have to disturb her mother with shame." Song Rong took a few points of marriage, raised his butt and sat on the old lady's couch, quietly pulled the old lady's sleeve, and asked, "Mother, do you have any donkey meat cakes that my son likes to eat?"

The son acted coquettishly with her, and Old Mrs. Song was so happy that she couldn't stop talking about it. Besides, this son was the most proud thing in her life. Old Mrs. Song smiled and patted her son's hand and said, "A man in his twenties, he still shouted to me like a teenager to eat."

Song Rong was able to be like a fish in the court, and he was undoubtedly a little bitch. He heard this and said more and more, "Not to mention being in his twenties, even if his son is in his seventies or eighties in the future, he will still be a child in front of his mother, and he will still find his mother to eat."

Song Rongyan smiled for a while. The masters were happy and the servants were easy to do. The breakfast was quite enjoyable. Old Mrs. Song was happy and said to Xiao Ji with kindness, "Sit down and eat together."

Xiao Ji said softly, "My wife should serve the old lady, master."

"Although our family has rules, you are a new wife, so you will be here. When you serve you in the future, sit down."

In this way, Xiao Ji sat down gently.

Song Jiayan met Xiao Ji again on the evening of the second day after Xiao Ji's wedding.

Song Jiayan knew that she was not favored. The day before yesterday, when her father remarried, she didn't see her for a day and almost starved her to death. She understood: If she had a small status at home, who would dare to starve her?

Therefore, even though she is a legitimate child, she is incomparable to Song Jiarang, who is raised by the old lady.

Xiao Ji's face as bright and bright as peach blossoms in March was reflected in Song Jiayan's eyes. Cuirui hugged Song Jiayan and Wan's mother, and Chu's mother saluted Xiao Ji. Xiao Ji waved his hand and asked, "How many times did you eat milk today? It tastes good."

Mother Chu hurriedly said, "I ate four times, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening. The food was sweet."

Xiao Ji glanced at Song Jiayan's soft face, reached out and touched it, and sighed at the half-old woman who was wearing a silk and satin shirt and a golden hairpin on her head, "Mom Liang, Jiayan looks so similar to her sister."

Madam Liang turned out to be a kind and round face. When she heard this, she couldn't help but look gentle and said, "No, she looks like the second girl when she was young."

Xiao Ji smiled warmly and told Cuirui and others, "You must serve your sister well, do you know? If you dare to neglect and be wronged, I will not obey you."

After typing the few people, Xiao Ji slowly stood up. There was an old lady in front of her and a maid who followed her. The group returned to her new house in a mighty manner.

Song Rong was already waiting in the new house. When he saw Xiao Ji come back, he asked, "Where have you gone?"

Xiao Ji took the maid's small cloak outside, waved his hand to ask the maid to leave, and said with a smile, "I'll go to my sister's yard to look at Sister Yan."

Song Rong said "Oh" and said nothing.

Xiao Ji sat beside her husband and said, "Sister has been there for a year, and there is only Aunt Li left in the courtyard. I heard that Aunt Li has become more and more inappropriate these days. It would be not good to let Jiayan live with her child in that courtyard. I thought, if it was the master and the old lady could trust me, so I would take Jiayan to our courtyard and I would take her nearby to take care of her and teach her."

"What's more, I've married the master, and we are one, Jiarang Jiayan is my children." Xiao Ji said softly, "The old lady is old and raising Brother Rang is already taking up most of the old man's energy. As sons and daughters-in-law, we can't put all the children next to the old lady and let the old lady work hard." Xiao Ji paused, and saw that Song Rong had no unpleasant expression on her face, so she continued, "So, I thought, let Brother Rang be happy with the old lady, Jiayan is by our side. The master said, what?"

Xiao Ji said this, but Song Rong would not disagree. He smiled, "You discuss with your mother. It's okay to let Jiayan follow you." After all, he is his biological daughter.

Xiao Ji smiled slightly. She had known that Old Lady Song favored boys over girls, otherwise Song Jiayan would have been a legitimate brother and sister, and Song Jiayan lost her mother for birth, but Old Lady Song only let Song Jiayan live in the former main courtyard with an unpopular Aunt Li. Song Jiayan was really lucky to live to this day. And Song Rong, how meticulous can a man have, think of his daughter? Since no one cared about Song Jiayan, she simply brought her to raise him. Even if he was a legitimate daughter, what threat could a daughter be? Instead, it would be convenient for her to have a reputation and could explain it to her mother's legitimate mother.

Thinking of his mother's legitimate mother, Xiao Ji's heart was slightly heavy.

After talking about Song Jiayan, Xiao Ji and Song Rong had a sweet dinner together and took a break early.

Return to the door three times.

Song Rong personally sent Xiao Ji back to his parents' home - Wu'an Hou Mansion. After Song Rong and Xiao Ji worshipped his mother-in-law Wu'an Hou's wife, they went to the study to pay homage to his father-in-law.

The first wife died and married her sister-in-law, but her father-in-law and mother-in-law still remained unchanged. Song Rong was able to marry Xiao Ji, which shows that he had a good relationship with the Yue family. Wu'an Hou was in his early forties and had a elegant appearance. He was able to win the potential stock of Song Rong and then promising him to love his daughter, which shows that his eyesight was extremely good.
To be continued...