Why do I have the lowest fighting ability among the whole family?

Chapter 273 Tinglan (7)
Song Tinglan calmed down her expression and responded in a low voice.

Mrs. Song put away the portrait and looked up at her with a happy face. It seemed that she could tell that Song Tinglan was not interested. After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke a few words of comfort.

"Tinglan, how can a woman not marry? Being able to choose your own husband is a blessing that many women cannot ask for."

Exactly the same words as before.

Song Tinglan responded, suddenly feeling very tired.

She said goodbye to Mrs. Song and Master Song, and went back to her room alone. Neither of them noticed anything strange about her. Song Tinglan sat by the window lattice, looking out blankly.

She doesn't know the meaning of her life.

Even if she has a noble status and is the direct daughter of the Duke of Song Dynasty, is she bound to suffer such a fate?

There is no woman who will not marry. If there is, it is treason, and everyone can spit on it.

Hua Que stood silently behind her to accompany her, looking a little worried.

She sighed, and there was a hint of sadness between her brows.

Song Tinglan complained of illness and rested in her room for a few days. She didn't go out for a few days. It was logical that she postponed the date of seeing her for a few days until Mrs. Song threatened to invite an imperial doctor to diagnose and treat her. I can't put it off at all.

Mrs. Song probably noticed her reluctance. After sending the magpie away, she sat down next to Song Tinglan and patted her hand comfortingly.

"Tinglan, it's not that I'm forcing you, it's just... how can a woman not marry? You've already reached hair age, and you can be considered a big girl. Other women with your age even have children. …”

There was not a word in the conversation that Song Tinglan liked to hear.

"Mother." Song Tinglan looked at her with a pleading look: "Can you give your daughter a few more days?"

Mrs. Song originally wanted to refuse harshly, but when she saw Song Tinglan's tearful eyes, she finally relented.

"Five days at most."

Song Tinglan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hanging down, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes.

"Okay." She agreed.

Mrs. Song sighed and retreated from the room, not forgetting to close the door tightly before leaving.

Song Tinglan was lying on the bed, and when she heard the door closing, she couldn't hold back the tears and slid down her cheeks.

She lay alone in the house for five days, but in the end she had no choice but to accept the result.

Since marriage is her destiny, then it is better to see what her future husband looks like than to get married blindly.

Since she must do it, she will definitely choose the best husband for herself.

Song Tinglan cheered up, and Hua Que also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother, my daughter wants to see him today."

Song Tinglan stood in front of Mrs. Song and stopped Dang's words.

Seeing that she had figured it out, Mrs. Song also breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly responded with joy.

"Then it's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, otherwise let's do it today!"

Mrs. Song was afraid that Song Tinglan would regret it if she delayed it for too long, so she immediately made the decision. She pulled Song Tinglan to sit aside and talked to her in a nonchalant manner.

"Then Lin Xuqiu is the legitimate son of Shi Yushi. Although Shi Yushi is not a high official, your godmother nodded and agreed to this man. I happen to think that he is not bad. Although his official position is not high, I am already outside. After asking about it, this child is very good in life and so on. You will not be wronged after you get married, and you will have the confidence to establish yourself in your husband's family. "

Only then did Song Tinglan know the name of the person she had chosen a few days ago.

It turned out to be Lin Xuqiu.

She narrowed her eyes and said nothing.

A few days ago, she didn't even see clearly what the people in the portraits looked like, but just to deal with it, she pulled out one and handed it over. Now that they were meeting, she did feel a little regretful about it.

If I had known earlier, I would have chosen carefully.

However, the person Aunt Cheng could like must be a good person. Facing Mrs. Song's earnest gaze, she pursed her lips and nodded slowly.

Mrs. Song's face was filled with joy. She stood up from her chair and her voice was also beaming with joy.

"Then you wait here first! It just so happens that you got up early today and haven't had time to eat yet. I've made an appointment for you two to go have a meal together. If you like it, come back and tell your mother. If you don't think so, Okay, let’s change again…”

Mrs. Song was talking nonchalantly, while Song Tinglan sat aside and listened silently, looking a little out of sorts.

Mrs. Song, on the other hand, was a down-to-earth person of action. After speaking, she left the house in a hurry to make arrangements, and came back soon with her maid.

"I told the coachman about the location." She urged Song Tinglan: "Just take Hua Que with you. Be bold and it will be alright."

When Song Tinglan arrived at the private room of the restaurant that Mrs. Song told her about, a man was already sitting inside.

The man was handsome and handsome, and he was sitting upright in the private room. When he saw Song Tinglan coming, he quickly stood up and saluted her.

Song Tinglan's first impression of the man in front of him was good.

But she always felt that the person in front of her looked familiar. She frowned and thought for a while, but she couldn't figure out where she had seen him before.

I guess it was an accidental glimpse when I was selecting portraits that day.

"Hello." She returned the greeting and sat down politely: "I am Song Tinglan."

Lin Xuqiu's expression seemed a little embarrassed.

The two sat opposite each other, and it was quiet for a long time without anyone speaking.

In the end, Song Tinglan coughed and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Lin Xuqiu coughed and seemed to be even more embarrassed.

Only then did Song Tinglan realize that he had asked a stupid question, and he suddenly looked a little awkward.

Lin Xuqiu coughed lightly, looked up at Song Tinglan, and asked seriously: "Don't Miss Song remember me?"

"Ah?" Song Tinglan looked a little confused and asked, "Have we met?"

Hearing her rhetorical question, Lin Xuqiu lowered his eyes in disappointment.

"...If you don't remember, forget it."

However, even though he said that, his expression was a bit fragile and hurt.

For some reason, Song Tinglan felt guilty and overwhelmed.

"You...I..." Song Tinglan opened her mouth, but she really didn't know what to say, so she could only close her mouth in the end.

"Lantern Festival, don't you remember?"

Lin Xuqiu asked cautiously.

After he said this, Song Tinglan felt that his memory began to revive.

She said why she looked so familiar to Lin Xuqiu.

During the Lantern Festival that day, the man in front of her deliberately gave up the lotus lantern to her man.

It's just that she didn't pay special attention to the other person's appearance at the time, so she didn't think of it for a moment.

The memory came back, and Song Tinglan smiled apologetically at the person in front of him.