Ninefold Purple

When Song's father and son rushed back from the palace, it was already the beginning of the colorful lights, and the guests who came to Song He's three baptisms had already dispersed.

Song Mo nodded towards Song Yichun, and returned to Yizhitang.

Song Yichun stood silently for a long time on the bluestone corridor on the main road of the British Government House.

Although the emperor did not treat him intimately in the past, he did not treat him as an outsider, but this time when he entered the palace, he clearly felt the emperor's indifference and alienation towards him, and even said to him, "My concubine is not good." Divide is the root of disorder" and so on.

Could it be that the emperor heard something wrong? [

Or did Song Mo complain about something in front of the emperor?

When Song Yichun looked sideways at Yi Zhitang, his eyes were like poisoned knives.

Song Mo can really do this kind of thing!

Otherwise, those military officers in the capital would have to cheer up no matter what Song Mo talked about!

Song Yichun panicked at the thought of this.

He flicked his sleeves and went back to Xixiangyuan.

Song Han's injury healed a lot, and he greeted Song Yichun at the door with a cane.

Song Yichun looked at his pale face, his heart softened, and said: "Why don't you just rest? Is the injury better?"

Song Han smiled and said: "The imperial doctor my father invited me is very skilled in medicine. I only took three doses of medicine, and I feel much better." He helped Song Yichun to the main room, "I heard that today the emperor Giving a name to Brother Dong? The emperor is still very kind to Dad, such an honor, we are the only family in the capital."

Put all the credit on Song Yichun.

Song Yichun sounded very appropriate, and his voice became more and more gentle: "This is because the emperor sees our family's loyalty for generations. So, our family only needs to follow the emperor's eyes and act. As for the others, It has nothing to do with us. Only in this way can this grace be continued for a long time."

Is he the designated duke's mansion?

It seems that the fact that he wants to marry a girl from the Jiang family has been kept in his heart by his father.

Song Han sneered in his heart.But he said in his mouth: "Father taught me that. Now that I am older, I have seen a lot of things, and I know the priorities. I will never be as ignorant as before."

Song Yichun gave a satisfied "um", stopped in his tracks, and said, "I will enter the palace in a few days to ask for your marriage. You should study hard at home these days and don't cause trouble, lest the nobles in the palace listen to you. I said I don't like it. Do you know?"

Song Han was stunned.

What Song Yichun thought was.It's not bad to have such a silly son, at least he listens to himself in everything, and he won't let himself down by making his own decisions.

"Silly boy!" He entered the hall with a smile, thinking in his heart that he should arrange two maids to tell his son about the personnel affairs.

Song Han watched Song Yichun enter the house, and slowly returned to the small courtyard where he lived. [

Qixia and Caiyun hurriedly greeted them.

He waved.After sending away all the servants in the house, he entered the inner room, and quietly removed the Avalokitesvara on the east side of the inner room, revealing a small portrait.

The person in the portrait is draped in an embroidered silk, elegant and graceful, with firmness and arrogance in his brows.

"Mother!" He murmured, and tears fell instantly. "I didn't do it on purpose...I really didn't know that the medicine was poisonous...I dare not tell you...you were already suspicious at that time...I know that although you don't like your father, you never doubted him... ...I'm afraid that if I tell you, my father will find out... Xingfang next to you has already been bought by my father. If my father denies it. If she manipulates again and can't find evidence, I will die in the place of burial... ...When they are not paying attention, I will quietly pour half of the medicine. Mix it with water...I think this way, you can survive until my brother comes back...But I didn't expect my father to tell my life experience You. I'm so mad at you..." His face was covered with water, "Mother, you love me the most. You won't blame me for anything wrong. This time, you will definitely forgive me Yes, isn't it?" He said, caressing the person on the portrait, his expression gradually became ferocious, "Don't worry, my son will definitely avenge you..."

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Song Mo returned to Yizhitang, took a shower and changed clothes, and went to the inner room.

Dou Zhao was being served by Ganlu to drink crucian carp soup. When he saw him come back, he hurriedly ordered the maids to prepare a meal: "Haven't you had dinner yet? I asked the stove to keep dinner for you!"

Song Mo nodded, lying on the side of the bed and looking at his sleeping son.

Seeing Dou Zhao bowing his head to drink the soup, he stretched out his finger and gently poked his son's little face a few times.

After eating and drinking, Brother Yuan squinted his mouth and ignored him.

Song Mo poked him again.

Brother Yuan frowned, turned his face away, and continued to sleep.

Song Mo stretched out his finger to poke him again, but was caught by Dou Zhao who had finished drinking the fish soup.

She couldn't help being both angry and funny, and said, "What are you doing?"

Song Mo felt embarrassed to be caught by someone, and said with a smile: "I see him sleeping all the time, and he doesn't open his eyes to play for a while..."

Do you want your child to play with him for a while?

Dou Zhao said with a smile: "Newborn babies are like this. They sleep for eleven out of twelve hours a day, and eat and drink for another hour, and only open their eyes occasionally."

"Really?" Song Mo was a little disappointed.

Ruotong came in to announce that dinner was ready.

Song Mo had dinner outside.

Dou Zhao has packed up and prepared to rest.

Mothers usually sleep on the outside because they are afraid that the child will fall asleep and fall to the ground.Although Brother Yuan was just born and was still bundled up in swaddling clothes, out of habit, Dou Zhao still slept on the outside, and Song Mo had been resting on the big kang in the past few days. [

Seeing that Dou Zhao was lying down, he squeezed onto the bed and said, "I'll take care of the baby for you, can you sleep on the inner side?"

Thinking of Song Mo's actions just now, Dou Zhao was not at ease, and said, "I still feel a little uncomfortable, and I don't want to move. When the child is older, you can help me take it!"

Song Mo slept on the inner side, and said, "If you need anything, just call me."

Seeing his high spirits, Dou Zhao agreed with a smile, and asked the maids to come in and turn off the lights.

Because she was taking care of the child by herself, and tomorrow you will come and go with me for a whole day, she will fall asleep after closing the door.

In the middle of the night, she was awakened by the cry of the child.

She hurriedly sat up.Only to find that Song Mo and the child were gone.

Dou Zhao broke out in a cold sweat and shouted "Yantang" loudly.

Song Mo hugged the baby, and walked in awkwardly: "I, I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I took the baby to nurse the nurse, who knew he wouldn't eat..."

This is my son!

Dou Zhao's heart warmed up, and he said softly, "I'll just feed you."

Song Mo blushed and handed over the child to Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao turned sideways to feed the baby.

Song Mo sat by the bed and watched.

After the child was full, he changed his diaper again and regained his energy.Open your eyes and play.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but yawned.

Song Mo hurriedly said: "I'll take care of the baby, you go to bed quickly."

How could Dou Zhao sleep well?

Song Mo was very persistent: "No, there is still a wet nurse. If you do this, you will ruin your body."

In her last life, she suffered from physical damage like this.

Dou Zhao's eyes were a little astringent.

She lay down as told.With his eyes open, he watched Song Mo clumsily walking around the room with the child in his arms, chatting with the child in a mess, and fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes, Brother Yuan was sleeping well next to her pillow, and looking at Song Mo, he was sleeping very sweetly against his son's face.

Looking at the big and small faces, Dou Zhao felt as if he was scratched by a feather.Itching, and an indescribable emotion filled my heart.

She couldn't help gently caressing Song Mo's face...

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At this time, in Duke Jing's mansion, the three wives were all sitting in the hall waiting for their mother-in-law, Mrs. Jing Guo, to wash up and go in to greet her mother-in-law.

Mrs. Zhang Second asked Mrs. Zhang Third Mrs. Feng softly: "Why did you come back so late yesterday? Is the third baptism in the British government very lively?"

She came back so late on purpose yesterday, just to miss the night's coma and save her words for this morning when everyone came to say hello.

The sister-in-law's words were like handing her a ladder.She couldn't help cheering up, glanced at Wei Tingzhen with a smile, and then said: "It's not just lively? It's so powerful! The emperor even gave my newborn nephew a name!"

Second Mrs. Zhang was taken aback, and was about to say something.Mrs. Jing Guogong had already walked out with the help of the close-knit nurse, just in time to hear a sound.Can't help asking: "Who did the emperor give the name for?"

"The eldest grandson of the British government!" Mrs. Zhang San asked what name the emperor gave to the third emperor's grandson, what name the emperor gave to Brother Yuan, what rewards the crown princess gave to the British government, and the British government How many guests came to the mansion, how many baptisms the Dou family sent, etc. were all exaggerated and told Mrs. Jing Guogong.

Mrs. Jing Guogong was also a little surprised when she heard it, and sighed: "After all, the British government is decent!" Then she ordered the close-knit nurse, "When Brother Yuan is full moon, I will also join in the fun."

Mrs. Zhang San was overjoyed, took Mrs. Jing Guogong's arm, and said with a smile: "Mother's green phoenix hairpin today is really beautiful, and it is inlaid with pearls, right?"

"You have sharp eyes." Mrs. Jing Guogong smiled and went to the banquet room next door.

Wei Tingzhen followed behind her mother-in-law and two younger sisters-in-law with a blank expression, thinking bitterly: They are only relatives of three thousand miles away, so they have to be so ignorant that they have the ability to ask the emperor to give their son a gift. Name... but I knew in my heart that this was the third wife who was mocking herself when she heard about the sister's easy marriage.

She thought of the maid sent back by Dou Ming, the handkerchief in her hand was twisted into dried plums.

Two days later, Wei Tingzhen couldn't bear to go back to her mother's house.

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On the day of the child's full moon, not only Mrs. Jing Guogong arrived in person, but also Mrs. Changxing Hou Shizi and Mrs. Yan'an Hou, who had never socialized with others, also arrived.Mrs. Changxing Hou Shizi even explained to Dou Zhao after entering the door: "Mother-in-law really wanted to see the eldest son, but she was afraid of disturbing the child, so she had to give up."

Mrs. Marquis Changxing is a widow, so she is not suitable to attend such a festive occasion.

Dou Zhao greeted her with a smile: "Thank you Mrs. Tai, when the child is older, I will take him to pay my respects to Mrs. Tai." And because Mrs. Hou of Yan'an is Wang Qinghuai's mother, Mrs. An, the wife of Hou Shizi of Yan'an, and Mrs. An She made friends, and she warmly greeted Madam Hou of Yan'an, and personally invited the ladies to the small flower hall, where they sat with the female family members of the Dou family, and there were also Mrs. Lu and Princess Ningde, who had arrived early, beside the small flower hall Sitting and talking in the warm pavilion, everyone greeted each other, laughed and talked, and it was very lively.

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