Song Tong breathed a sigh of relief and asked Ke'er if he wanted to go out with him to pick out a gift for his little aunt. Ke'er obviously wanted to go, but she was also thinking about making rice dumplings with Ji Xiang. Later, the rice dumplings defeated her father, and the little girl decided to stay. The house stayed with her little aunt all day long, so Song Tong finally had to go out by herself.
But before going out, Ke'er winked at Song Tong and said that she would keep it a secret for him and would definitely not tell her little aunt.
Song Tong touched her little head and couldn't help but smile. He thanked him for the little cotton-padded jacket, but in his heart he said, your little aunt has known about it for a long time. Why is there no need for you, a little girl, to tip off the news
Song Tong left the house and wandered on the street. In the early spring of May, Beidi was completely frozen in the middle of winter. There was crisp green everywhere, the sun was warm, and the spring breeze was gentle. It was really intoxicating.
Song Tong has never been able to walk so comfortably anymore. In the past, he was always busy going back and forth between the court and the government office. It was neither black nor white. In the blink of an eye, he changed from a green young man to a serious middle-aged man. , Song Tong looked at the young willows that had just sprouted by the roadside, and looked at the green and yellow buds, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.
Nowadays, Mu Yuante still summons him from time to time. When he is in Xiumu, Mu Yuante does not talk to him about political affairs, but just chats casually, ranging from Dali's sage book to the firing process of bean green glaze. Or the similarities and differences between Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism. They talk about the world, and every word is not related to political affairs. But since these words came from Mu Yuante's mouth, it is inevitable that every word has an ulterior motive.
Mu Yuante was unwilling to let him leave the court, and even Lu Minglan made it clear that he should stay calm. In the future, he would not be able to escape from his high-ranking official, generous salary, or even encircle the land to become the king. Song Tong felt endless troubles in his heart.
The new little prince born to Lu Minglan obviously has the most sacred heart. Mu Yuante is probably already starting to pave the way for this little prince who is only a month old. And he, a courtier from Dali, naturally It was the most appropriate. Naturally, Mu Yuante would not let him leave the court easily.
Song Tong didn't just think about quitting this year. He was already discouraged when Mu Nanshan left Beidi. During the twenty years he struggled in Beidi, it was the twenty-odd people who gave him advice and supported him along the way. Years of hard work and hard work were all to help Mu Nanshan ascend to the throne. Therefore, Mu Nanshan's departure from Beidi was almost a devastating blow to Song Tong. He had been discouraged for many years, but He has been silently preparing for Mu Nanshan's return, but this time in Dali, after having a detailed face-to-face meeting with Mu Nanshan, he learned that Mu Nanshan had made up his mind to stay in Dali for the rest of his life. He had already started planning to quit the Beidi court. Even if Bai's death had not happened later, he would have looked for excuses to retire and return to his hometown.
However, Mu Yuante and Lu Minglan were obviously unwilling to let go.
Next month, his half-year hiatus will end.
Song Tong exhaled softly.
No, we have to think of a proper solution.
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Song Mansion.
"Little aunt, do you think the rice dumplings I made are good?" Ke'er held up something that looked like a rice dumpling in his hand and showed it to Ji Xiang. His big eyes kept turning, "Is it better than the one just now?"
Ji Xiang looked at the lump of stuff in her hand and immediately smiled and rolled his eyes: "Yes, our family Ke'er is really ingenious. She made the rice dumplings so well for the first time, which is much better than my aunt's back then. "
"My little aunt didn't know how to make rice dumplings before?" Ke'er held her chin and looked at Ji Xiang curiously, "I think my little aunt is very good. She can do everything! My little aunt is better than anyone else!"