Song Yanshuo was in a trance for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed Xin Cheng's hand to keep it from softening. He couldn't help thinking that if the child belonged to Sun Qingmu, he would be the legitimate son and grandson of the Sun family, and the future throne... No, it cannot be Sun Qingmu's...
Song Yanyao's eyes inadvertently searched for Su Yi and Duan Jingchen. He found out in despair that no matter whose it was, it was something he couldn't accept.
Sun Kangde was chatting with his colleagues when he saw that the old Prime Minister Song was not in good condition and came over. Xin Cheng was pinching Song Yanyao, and Prime Minister Song seemed to have recovered.
Sun Kangde was worried in his heart, and patted his old brother with his smooth wrinkled hands: "What's wrong with you?" At their age, they hate hearing about someone who is unwell, and wish everyone could be healthy, but he also knew it was impossible.[
Song Yanhuan woke up and looked at Sun Kang's white hair on his temples and his caring eyes. He suddenly felt jealous in his heart: "I'm fine..." His legitimate son and grandson was a prince? He used to have a peaceful heart.
I don't know why I'm not calm anymore.
Song Yanyan instantly decided not to tell him, and hurriedly got into the carriage he came from with staggering steps.
Xin Cheng and Duan Liang looked at each other in confusion: "What's wrong with him?"
Duan Lianggan said: "You don't realize it, Mr. Yin is acting strange today! Did something happen?" No? There is nothing wrong with the emperor: "There should be something wrong at home..." Duan Lianggan is not sure
expressed a definite point of view.
The prime minister's residence is located in the prosperous city that has risen and fallen for hundreds of years. The plaque on the door beam has changed several surnames. Only the voice of the royal family in high positions has remained unchanged. The prime minister who is an iron-clad royal family. It is impossible for anyone in his generation in the Song family to go further. His daughter
Unable to give birth to the emperor's eldest son, the decline of the Song family is not far away. The Jiuding Divine Emperor is not far away.
Song Yanyao dragged his tired and old body and sat on the chair in the study room mentally. When he was in a daze and didn't know what to do next to show his status as the prime minister of a country, he quickly calculated his family in his mind.
Are there any men of appropriate age?
Song Yanyao didn't want to think about this, with a painful and tangled expression on his face, he wanted to make major moves and decisions that would establish him as prime minister, but his old and powerful mind was thinking about the simplest way to make money.
Song Yanyao blamed himself and his hands were trembling. Could it be that he has lost his courage as he got older?
No matter how depressed he was, he finally painfully obeyed the thoughts that came to his mind. When he got old, he should leave his righteousness to the young. Now he had to seize the time to recover the lost losses!
Song Yanhuan quickly thought about the men in the family and found that the youngest of his sons was already married. It was impossible. He couldn't help but feel annoyed that Sun Kangde, an old man, could have a son with his original wife even when he was old. Why didn't his family have such a son?
Plant something good!
Song Yanji's eyes moved slightly, and his mind turned to his eldest son and grandson. The eldest son of his family was nearly forty and had two grandchildren. The eldest grandson was just seventeen and had not yet discussed marriage.
Song Yanyao immediately called the servants in high spirits: "Call the eldest young master here, wait a minute, and by the way, let Song..." He found that he couldn't even remember the name of the eldest son's son: "Let him bring young master Sun with him."
Come."
"yes."
When the news reached the ears of Zhao, the wife of the eldest young master of the Song family, Zhao was wearing a dressy dress made of coarse cloth and smacking melon seeds in the small courtyard to bask in the sun. Even such a dress could not hide the nobility and touch of beauty between her eyebrows.
shrewd!
At the mouth of the well next to it, my concubine Mrs. Li was washing clothes. When she saw the guests coming, she immediately took the washbasin and went back to the house to wash it. She asked her thirteen-year-old son to bring two small stools to the guests.
Mrs. Zhao was licking melon seeds. The wooden hairpin on her head was more beautiful than the gold hairpin worn by ordinary people. She had a plump forehead and snow-white skin. These years of abject life had not dulled her roundness and nobility.
But he spit out melon seed skins casually, like a village woman trying to squeeze a widow, and said arrogantly: "Hey, why are magpies chirping today? It turns out that the housekeeper of my husband's family is here, and he is at work.
Go, if you want to find him, go to the Yamen." Poof, he spat out the skin in his mouth, picked up another one, and showed no intention of getting up.
Butler Song hunched his back and spoke with a low eyebrow, but he looked down on the vulgar grandma from the bottom of his heart. He was uneducated. No wonder they wanted to live in a place like this, but they were not as good as the Sixth Grandma of the Sixth Young Master's family who was born to Luo.
Tongshen's demeanor is not that of a small family: "The old slave is here to pick up the young master. The master asked the young master to go there. The old slave has already notified the young master. I guess he is already on the way!"
"Oh?" Mrs. Zhao doesn't like Mr. Song. Her husband has already been separated from the Song family. The last time he went back to the Song family was for his sister-in-law's wedding. Why do you think of your husband-in-law again this time? You want to ask your son to come over? [
"Cui Ma went to call the young master out to go with the housekeeper." No matter how much she despises her husband, the child is also the grandson of the Song family. If she doesn't go, it will be reasonable and unreasonable. She doesn't know this logic and doesn't understand: "
Just keep an eye on it and come back when you're done, the Imperial College has exams in the afternoon."
"yes."
Butler Song looks down upon the eldest grandma even more, she is stingy!
After they left, Ms. Zhao politely shook off the debris on her body and stood up. Her whole body suddenly became majestic: "Mr. Li."
Concubine Li trotted out in a hurry and stood beside Zhao respectfully: "Madam?" In her own family, she usually calls her according to her own rules. Young Master Song is the master and Zhao is the wife.
Mrs. Zhao said gently: "Stop washing, take my little brother out for a walk to buy some clothes. I have already sued the master, and I will let my little brother go to the school next door tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Li's eyes immediately filled with tears of joy. She thanked Mrs. Zhao gratefully and hurriedly pulled her son who couldn't believe it to kneel down and kowtow to Mrs. Zhao.
Mrs. Zhao is not so arrogant as to despise Mr. Li for being ignorant and unworthy of publicity. Having such a concubine in the family makes her feel at ease: "No, we are all good and evil queens in the family. My husband must not be frivolous."
Outside the door of the Song Mansion, a young man wearing a grape-colored brocade dress and a small agate headband looked exactly like a young man walking out of a painting. He was suave and high-spirited. He was Young Master Sun of the Song family, the precious son of the Zhao family, Song.
To worry about something, to take one's mind, to worry about oneself and then forget about it.
The eldest son of the Song family, Song Jinxing, got off the carriage and saw his son there. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Why are you here too? Come on, go in. Your grandfather is looking for me." In Song Jinxing's view, no matter how wrong his father is, he is still his father. He and his son cannot call each other, so
He was in a hurry.
Song Luzhi, who grew up studying with Song Jinxing, was naturally obedient like a little Confucian scholar in front of his father, but in his heart he had the firmness and intelligence inherited from his mother Zhao!
Song Yan was extremely happy to see his eldest grandson. He seemed to have seen his grandson strive to become a queen and worship his concubine for a day. His great-grandson was even the future prince, and he was deeply loved by the emperor: "Haha, good! Good!" His grandson looked more like himself when he was young.
, a good-looking, well-dressed man who looks smart and not as pedantic as his father: "How old are you this year?"
"Back to grandpa seventeen." Song Luzhi politely asked his grandpa to look at him, but he was curious as to why his grandpa, who was the prime minister, suddenly thought of their family.
It's been so many years since he was okay. Why didn't he say yes to his grandfather before? He didn't dress like this just to come here today. His mother has always been strict with him, fearing that he would lose his rules. He has been practicing at his grandfather's house since he was a child. He is fine today.
Really? In my mother’s words, I’m afraid she has no good intentions! Wrong, as a descendant, you can’t talk about your elders! Haha.
When Song Yan saw his grandson smiling at him, he instantly felt that his grandson was so beautiful, which made him like him for a while. He couldn't help but think, the emperor must also like him, right? The more Song Yan looked at his grandson, the more satisfied he became. He had already forgotten his son, and thoughtfully let him go.
The grandson sat down and poured tea for him himself.
Song Jinxing bluntly said that it was against the rules, but his father glared back. He was used to listening to his father's words, and it was the same now.
Song Luzhi immediately cheered up and remembered the words of the son of Lao Onion next door, 'Anything he says that is different will lead to adultery'.
"Grandpa will let you know how the marriage will go. The woman is one of the best in character and knowledge. As long as you agree, grandson, grandpa will make a decision for you."
Song Jinxing and Song Luzhi were dumbfounded, saying they wanted to marry?!
But Song Jinxing thought about it, there is nothing wrong with a father proposing marriage to his son. From his father's perspective, the woman must be really good to do this.
Song Luzhi was not very interested. When the emperor was still the prince, he killed many good people. The problem was that his mother and grandfather had already agreed on his marriage? If her mother knew that her grandfather jumped over her and proposed a marriage to her, what would happen?
I'm going to be angry: "Thank you grandpa for your love. It's a matter of marriage. It's my parents' orders and the matchmaker's words. My grandchildren are different."
After hearing this, Song Yanyan was a little satisfied with the child. Not bad, not bad. He is neither arrogant nor impetuous. He is always respectful and polite. He is a good child.[
Song Jinxing thought for a while, put away his shyness in front of his father, and couldn't help but ask: "Dad, I don't know whose girl this is, so Mrs. Zhao and I should be prepared."
Song Yan looked down on Song Jinxing. Since marrying Zhao, he has become more and more useless. His official career is not going well. He doesn't know how to ask Yi Se how such a person can succeed: "Why do you ask so many questions! In short, this is
I have decided the marriage, and you are not allowed to marry him!"
When Song Jinxing heard the words, he went back. If he wasn't allowed to ask, he really didn't dare to ask.
…
In the palace, after Zi Cheshi checked Zhou Tian's pulse, he asked her to drink the soup on the table: "You are weak and it will be helpful to take more tonic."
Zhou Tian looked at him carefully, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, but couldn't help but ask: "Is everything really okay?" Why did she always take medicine when she was fine, but she didn't feel any discomfort when she said something was fine, Zi Cheshi
I am not a person who advocates taking medicine all the time, but I am giving myself medicine all day long. Is it possible that my child has not sat still yet?
Zi Cheshi saw her doubts and said leisurely: "What are you thinking about? If you are unwell, I can sit here with peace of mind and let you eat as much as you want. It will be harmful to you." Zi Cheshi saw that Zhou Tian did not trust him.
He picked up the bowl, turned it over, looked at it, and calmly changed the topic: "I have nothing to do with the girl from the Xing family. If you want to meet, I can show you the full text of He Office."
"Ah?" Zhou Tian put down the bowl and remembered who Miss Xing was: "Why should I see her? I am recovering from illness and it is not suitable to go out. The Emperor of Tianwei Kingdom has changed."
Zi Cheshi didn't know why he was a little disappointed: "It's not hard to guess that the prince of Wuzhuang came out of nowhere. Compared with the late Emperor Tianwei, he expected that there would be a way out for him today, and you also helped him, regardless of the details of Yanguo and Yudai.
, as long as you have the hand jade with a jade belt, it will be different even if Prince Wuzhuang returns, his seizing the throne is an inevitable result."
Zhou Tian has been a prince for many years and can understand it. Thinking about the appearance of Prince Wuzhuang, he suddenly found that he couldn't remember: "Poor parents in the world." Fortunately, the royal family of Yan Kingdom is simple, and others are trying to compete with her children for the throne.
When Zi Cheshi heard this, he suddenly looked at her and saw that she was still holding the medicine bowl and looking through it. She didn't seem to take what she just said to heart, but it made him feel cold for some reason. Now that she only has one heir, she can naturally say calmly.
After saying this, what if there are seven or eight children in the future? She can also say in an understatement, "The hearts of parents in the world are pitiful."
I must want to drown the children in a bucket when the time comes, and I don't want to see them kill each other for imperial power.
Zi Cheshi originally wanted to remind Zhou Tian something, but as a mother, she must think that her children are right, so when he told her, it was just him who instigated trouble: "Don't look at it, you won't grow up if you look at it again."
Here comes a flower."
…
Far away in the Southeast Continent, Qi Qi, who had not left the Warring States Period, was already sitting with Luo Ximing in an inconspicuous wine shop.
Luo Ximing is still wearing a black jade gown, and the jade powder-containing texture looks extremely brilliant. Just like his expression at the moment, even if he is unhappy, you can't tell: "You must be running fast, you have already reached the Warring States Period after only a few days' journey."
Qi Qi was eating a simple meal from another restaurant on the table. His clothes were in a mess, and his hair had not been washed since he was born.
The girl was followed by the first-class maids who were accustomed to the Qi family.
The girl bowed politely and said, "I have met Master Luo." Then she raised her head and smiled at Luo Xi. There was a shallow dimple on one cheek. Her eyebrows were very similar to Wu Wenze's, and she had an extra dash of heroism that could not be ignored.
Luo Ximingfan ignored her, and no matter how sweet his voice was, he could not hide the cowardice he inadvertently revealed. This girl should be the outer chamber prepared by the Warring States Period for Emperor Qi. To catch up so quickly, the level of the Warring States Period is getting higher and higher!
Qi Qi was very hungry. As soon as he left the Eagle Kingdom, he worked hard not to get lost. As expected, he did not get lost. Who knew he was so happy that he forgot where he went after getting into the forest. This was his first meal in four days.
Of course a meal must be delicious: "Well, I'm looking for her..."
Luo Ximing naturally understood who the 'she' he mentioned was, and couldn't help but sneer. Could it be that he had seen too many obedient women, and he thought that Zhou Tian would be moved by him after he gave those gifts, and even fall in love with his clever method of jealousy?
Luo Ximing could only say that Qi Qi made the wrong calculation this time: "I advise you to go back."
Princess Wu answered with a smile, her big eyes flashing lively and fiercely: "Who is Mr. Qi looking for? But in our Warring States period? How about I look for the young master?" As she said this, she already thought about the possibility in her heart.
of people turned around.
Qi Qi suddenly looked at the speaker with a chicken leg in his mouth, and asked blankly: "Who are you?"
…
This is the first time Xing'er has stepped into the Yan Kingdom's imperial palace. It is majestic without losing its grandeur, gloomy without losing its solemnity. It seems that there is a heart-piercing Yin Qi everywhere, but if you look closely, you will find that it is gone!
The sluggishness when Xing'er was swept away instantly cheered her up, and her witch-like outfit became a bit more pretty and charming.
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If you have forgotten about the Song family, you can go back and read Chapter 103.