Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 321 Song Duobao (2 more)
Indeed, compared to Su Yu and the others' small fights, this is the real setup, the real strategy, one loop after another, so rigorous that you can't guard against it at all.

Without the ability to foresee danger, it would be hard for Wen Wan to imagine what would happen to her then.

"So, am I invisibly offending the nobleman?" Wen Wan asked Song Wei with a smile.

Such means, such scheming, definitely did not come from the hands of ordinary people.

And the people who can easily set up this situation in the palace can be counted on the fingers.

Wen Wan, a little lady in the inner house, has never dealt with the nobles in the palace, how could she offend them?

It was nothing more than the fact that Song Wei's popularity blocked other people's way, and someone took the opportunity to set the fire on her.

Once this happened, not only Wen Wan and Song Wei would suffer, but even Song Yuanbao, who was accompanying the eldest prince in Yutang Palace, would be implicated.

A combo that kills multiple birds with one arrow.

The more Wen Wan thought about it, the more frightened she became.

Seeing the shock in her eyes, Song Wei picked up the teapot on the table and poured her a cup of warm tea. Without saying a word, he gave her great comfort invisibly.

Wen Wan took the teacup, drank most of it without sipping.

Perhaps because he poured the tea himself, the aftertaste was sweet, and it really calmed her down.

Song Wei has always had this kind of ability in Wen Wan's eyes. No matter what troubles she encounters, as long as he is there, even if she doesn't speak, just going there can make her feel a strong sense of belonging and dependence .

Seeing her put down the teacup, Song Wei asked, "Are you still afraid?"

Wen Wan pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head slightly.

She believes that men already have a way to break up this arrangement.

Every time they had a premonition of danger in the past, the two of them cooperated in this way. She was responsible for telling the other party's conspiracy, and Song Wei was responsible for finding a solution.

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Jinbao has recently become obsessed with painting. Before Wen Wan and Song Wei were discussing things in the room, he and Song Jiao were messing around in the study of his elder brother in the outer courtyard. I pinched a piece of raw paper that was shaken left and right by the wind, and was stepping into the threshold with small steps.

Seeing her son, the last trace of restlessness in Wen Wan's heart faded away, her eyes became calm and soft following her emotions, and the corners of her lips curved upwards, asking him, "What did Jin Bao draw today?"

After the little guy stood still, he withdrew his little fleshy hand from Song Jiao's palm, tucked in the raw-edged paper in a manner, then spread his hands in front of Wen Wan, and said, "Parrot."

The father-in-law's parrot is indeed hanging on the eaves of the outer courtyard.

Hearing what the little guy said, Wen Wan looked down and saw a black mass on the raw-edged paper. If it weren't for the few blank spaces, it could be seen that the general outline resembled a bird. Wen Wan would not have known that this thing was called a parrot.

She felt more like a crow.

As a mother, Wen Wan took a good look at it carefully, and then asked him, "Did Jin Bao draw it himself?"

Song Jiao explained, "Originally, the two of us drew a picture together, which was kind of like that, but it was thrown away by Jinbao, and he said he wanted to draw it himself, but it turned out like this..."

Although it's not very good, it's not even seen, but the little guy is only two and a half years old, he can hold the brush firmly, and knows that when he dips the ink, he can't get it on himself, Wen Wan thinks it is already very good.

Like his father, a genius who can read characters at the age of three and can read at the age of five may not be able to pick one out of a hundred people, and he cannot be demanded by that standard.

The little guy was still standing where he was, looking up at his parents, his big eyes were flickering, black and bright, obviously waiting for compliments.

After Wen Wan secretly smiled, she rewarded him with a big kiss, "Jinbao is awesome, if you work harder in the future, you will definitely become a character like Mr. Liu."

The little guy didn't know who Mr. Liu was, so he sat on his mother's lap and kicked his father with his little feet, which meant that his mother praised him, but his father didn't.

Song Wei leaned forward, stuck his hands into Jinbao's armpits, hugged the little guy, lowered his head and asked him, "Is painting fun?"

Jin Bao nodded. He really likes to draw. Grandpa said he was good at drawing parrots.

Song Wei smiled, "When the day is free, Daddy will teach you how to draw."

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On the day of entering the palace for the banquet, several people woke up early.

Just in case, Wen Wan didn't change into the clothes she bought from a tailor's shop, but picked out a piece she hadn't worn very much, the material wasn't as good as the one she bought, but the workmanship was fine.

Song Jiao was dressed up by the little maid and came to Qingteng Residence. Seeing that Wen Wan was dressed differently, she asked in confusion, "Third Aunt, you haven't changed yet?"

Wen Wan was having breakfast with her son, when she heard this she raised her head and smiled, saying that because of her own carelessness, the dress was scratched to the point that it couldn't be worn out again, so she had to change it temporarily.

Song Jiao didn't doubt that he was there, glanced around, and asked, "Where's Third Uncle?"

Wen Wan said: "In the outer courtyard, I guess it will come soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Song's voice came to her ears first.

Wen Wan turned her head and saw her mother-in-law and husband-in-law coming in one after the other, she hurriedly greeted with a smile.

Jin Bao was burying his head in drinking porridge, when he heard the voice, he raised his face and grinned at the crowd, with a lot of soup on the corners of his lips.

Wen Wan took out a handkerchief to wipe him, while talking to her mother-in-law, "It's getting late, we should set off, mother, please take Jin Bao away quickly, so that he won't have to cry again when we see you later."

The little guy who was cleaned up by his mother suddenly raised his head and said angrily: "Don't hug, go by yourself."

Wen Wan was stunned.

Jin Bao snorted and broke away from his mother, and walked towards grandma with short legs. The posture of "father and mother don't want them, just grandma" made Wen Wan dumbfounded.

Song Jiao looked at the little guy's arrogant back, and said happily, "He actually understood. How could Sanya be so smart when my family was two and a half years old?"

Mrs. Song, who had already dragged her grandson out of the threshold, took a step back and turned to look at Song Jiao who was standing in the room, "Don't you look at who gave birth to Sanya, and who gave birth to Xiao Jinsun? It is the same?"

"Grandma, how can you bury your granddaughter like this?" Song Jiao had already gotten used to Mrs. Song's harmless temperament, and Song Jiao was not angry, but rather amused.

Mrs. Song didn't give any face, "Don't talk about granddaughter, I even buried my son, what's the matter?"

Song Jiao was speechless, "As long as you are happy."

Just as Wen Wan was about to say something, she heard her mother-in-law muttering again, "I've been looking forward to a son for several years and finally I'm looking forward to a son. This time it's really a treasure. If you keep it like they do, the Song family will produce a waste sooner or later. Your father and mother , that is not Yang Bao's life."

Erlang's daughter-in-law had given birth a few months earlier, and the fourth child was a son. The couple were so happy that they were busy writing letters to the capital after confinement.

The letter said that Song Erlang originally wanted to follow the example of Sanlang's family and put his son in the third place and call him Sanbao directly. Later, his wife said that there were too few of Sanbao, so if you want more treasures, you can get more treasures if you have Yuanbao. , Go to their house and go directly to Duobao, how loud.

When Mrs. Song heard Wen Wan read the letter, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she didn't say anything. If she thought about the treasures, she would be the grandson of the Song family, so she couldn't favor the Sanlang family and ignore the Erlang family.

The reply was dictated by Mrs. Song, written by Wen Wan, and Wei Qian asked someone to send it to Ningzhou. When the messenger came back, he told Wen Wan that the two and a half girls in Song Erlang's family were very pitiful.

The dark guards usually don't exaggerate when they speak, let alone embellish them. With just such a sentence, Wen Wan has already heard a lot of information.

When Mrs. Song found out, she was so angry that her nostrils smoked, and she scolded the couple for being unconscionable, and they treated their girls like cattle and horses when they had a son.

After scolding, Mrs. Song asked Wen Wan again, would Erlang's daughter-in-law repeat her old tricks, and wanted to take this opportunity to be a monster and treat Erya and Sanya harshly, so as to force them to bring those two girls to the capital as well.

It's not good for Wen Wan to draw a conclusion on this kind of thing, so I just told my mother-in-law not to think too much about it.

Even so, Mrs. Song still couldn't get out the tone she had towards her second son and daughter-in-law, she was always holding back in her chest, and muttering a few words at the moment is considered light, if the deity stood in front of her, she would definitely be scolded bloody .

Wen Wan feels pity for Erya and Sanya in her heart, but she can't save all sentient beings.

The second ya and the third ya are still young, and they are different from the obedient big ya. Once they take it over, I have no time to take it with me, let alone teach the air conditioner, so I can only leave it to my mother-in-law. With two more girls, how could she bear it?

Besides, if those two come, the energy that mother-in-law puts on Jin Bao will inevitably be divided.

Erlang's daughter-in-law wants to use their third room as a springboard for the three daughters to climb higher. Wen Wan can see that she doesn't care about her for the sake of the children, but she would rather choose to be selfish when it comes to helping the second room raise their children.

(End of this chapter)