Song Zheng's footsteps stopped, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and for a moment, he felt inexplicably timid.
If His Majesty treats her like this, she can be called a good life, and the two of them will be called a loving husband and wife together. So what is his usual behavior? He tried to pull out his past memories for comparison, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he had never taken her to the street, and the relationship between the two was even more pitiful.
He stood motionless on the spot, which attracted the attention of the guards outside the door, and the leader reported it to Wang Deyong.
When Wang Deyong came out of the store, he saw Song Zheng as the person who came, and he was stunned. He subconsciously glanced at the store, and then stopped him in front of him, and asked with an embarrassing smile, "Master Song is not a director of the Ministry of War, why?" came here?"
Song Zheng stared at him intently, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse: "... I took a vacation and brought my little girl to buy clothes and jewelry."
Wang Deyong was guilty, and said quickly: "Why don't you bring Mrs. Song with you?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately wanted to bite his own tongue! Bah, what's wrong with asking!
Song Zheng's eyes were like a falcon, and he looked straight at him, "What does Manager Wang think?"
"I think Mr. Song went out in a hurry and didn't remember Madam." He coughed twice, and then sighed, "I don't know, the women in this back house are like flowers. If you don't take care of them often, you will lose them." It's easy to lose. If Mr. Song has time, he should spend time with Madam." If others say this, it sounds like intimacy, but as a eunuch, he has been in the harem for many years, so it doesn't hurt to say it.
But the meaning of these words was so aggressive that the veins in Song Zheng's hands appeared.
Even when he saw the two people in the shop appearing outside after shopping, he was so angry that he smiled back, and said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty is traveling with beauty, so very pleasant."
Wei Lingheng was startled when he saw him, and Wen Ying took a light breath when she heard the words, and took a step back.
It happened that a carriage was speeding up, she was in a daze, and was about to be rubbed by the wheels on both sides, Wei Lingheng stretched out his long arms, and pulled her into his arms!
"Is there something wrong?" He didn't have time to take care of Song Zheng, and asked her softly with some fear in his tone.
She shook her head, and checked his arm instead. As expected, a scratch was scratched. Fortunately, only the clothes were scratched through the sleeves.
Song Zheng took a panoramic view of the picture, and at that moment, he felt chills all over his body, and his eyes fell on her white and soft hands, which had once served him tea, held books, and ironed clothes, but now Holding another man's arm, and those eyes showed concern that couldn't be concealed.
Even if he was standing right in front of her.
He couldn't help clenching his fists.
Wei Lingheng finally remembered that Song Zheng was still standing in front of him, and smiled slightly at him: "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Song here." He avoided the title that would reveal his identity.
"I didn't expect that either." He raised the corners of his mouth slightly ironically.
Wen Ying didn't say a word.
She still wears a veil on her face, but there are some things that don't need to be exposed, and the three of them know it well.
As if foretelling the coming storm, the originally clear sky suddenly changed, the clouds gathered, the sky was dark blue, and it weighed heavily on people's hearts.
Wen Ying originally thought that after returning to the mansion, there would be a storm waiting for her, but she didn't expect to hear the news of Song Xun's illness as soon as she entered the mansion.
"Where's Master?" She asked the little maid.
"The master is also in the young master's room, madam, go quickly!"
Xiao Shi gave her a concerned look, she shook her head to show that nothing happened, left her outside the door, and pushed the door open by herself.
In the room, Song Zheng was feeding medicine to Song Xun with his own hands. The little fat man seemed to have just vomited, and was lying on the bed weakly, but his temper was still domineering, and he refused to buy even his father. Song Zheng took a spoonful and fed it to his mouth, but he turned his head and didn't look at it.
How could Song Zheng let his temper go, his face was stiff, and he was about to reprimand him immediately, but the bowl in his hand was taken away.
Immediately, a female voice sounded softly and helplessly, "Xun'er is afraid of suffering, how can he be willing to drink if you feed him like this?"
His body was slightly stiff, and he couldn't make any blocking movements.
"Mother!" Song Xun saw her eyes light up, "Father, go away, I want mother!"
He looked at her, and she looked at her too. Their eyes met, and they turned away as soon as they touched.
Afterwards, he saw her bring a plate of candied fruit and put it on the high table next to him, and said coldly: "You can be a master if you suffer bitterly. If you can't bear even a little bit of suffering, how can you be called a man?"
"Father, don't scare me, mother said, I'm still a child, not a man!"
Song Xun made faces at him, and she couldn't help but smile.
He waited to talk, but her hand was held down by her, and she shook her head at him. Obviously she didn't speak, but with just one eye contact, he understood what she meant.
When the child is sick, why should he be angry with him.
With Wen Ying's backing, Song Xun was immediately elated, with a little more energy in his brows and eyes.
Her movements were gentle and meticulous, and before feeding the medicine, she carefully blew it to a palatable temperature. Song Xun really frowned bitterly and drank it.
"Is it bitter?"
"Bitter!" The little fat man complained to her, wanting candied fruit.
She laughed, "Then suffer."
fatty:"!?"
"You have to listen to your father's admonition, you know?" She wiped the medicine stains from the corners of his mouth with a veil, "Otherwise, it will be a pleasure for a while, and you will have to suffer when you get over it."
Having said that, she still twisted a candied fruit and fed it into his mouth. The little fat man stretched his eyebrows and nodded obediently.
When this scene came into view, Song Zheng felt mixed feelings. She had always treated them with great care.
That night, Wen Ying was surprised that she never waited for Song Zheng's questioning.
On the second day, the Holy Majesty promulgated a decree, because Song Zheng had made great achievements in controlling the military chaos, and specially appointed Song Zheng's wife, Wen Ying, as the second-rank wife.
Because there was his original wife in front of him, Song Zheng never thought of asking for an imperial order for her, so she has always been white.
According to the rules, the two should enter the palace to kowtow for the emperor's favor.
Because the timing of this edict was too coincidental, Song Zheng felt in a daze that the reason His Majesty made such a big battle was just to see if she was safe and sound.
And this speculation also made his heart sink completely.
In the main hall, after the two of them knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, they were called up.
With his hands behind his back, Wei Lingheng twirled his thumb and index finger, which was his expression when he was relatively nervous. He said in his mouth: "Song Aiqing has made contributions to the country and society, so there is no need to do so." But his eyes fell on Wen Ying.
After one night, her clear face became a little more haggard.
His heart suddenly rose. What did Song Zheng say and do
After being bumped into by Song Zheng yesterday, he wanted to take her into the palace without doing anything else. Maybe it's because I suppressed this emotion in the past, and once I thought about it, it got out of hand. What can be done to prevent her from being wronged and criticized again, the thoughts in his mind are spinning rapidly.
But she was finally called to stop.
She said she wanted to make it clear to Song Zheng.
He agreed on the surface, but he was still worried that Song Zheng would be unfavorable to her, so he asked the Imperial Academy to write an imperial edict overnight, and the cabinet issued it the next day.
Looking at it today, I am glad that I have made such preparations.
Song Zheng replied coldly: "The rules are like this, and I should abide by them."
Wei Lingheng frowned, and his aura suddenly became fierce, making the others breathless.
Wen Ying got to know Wei Lingheng very well after getting along with her many times. Just by looking at his expressions and movements, she knew that he might not be able to suppress his emotions and wanted to do something.
It's strange to say that maybe emotions can change a person's state. Before meeting Wen Ying, Wei Lingheng had always been a calm and introverted person, but after meeting her, his other self hidden deep in his heart often He would run out and wantonly do things that he restrained himself from doing.
But there are more than the three of him in the hall, how dare she let him mess around
Then, the woman's gentle and soft voice sounded in the hall, "Last night, the child at home vomited and diarrhea, and cried endlessly. Thank you for being late today. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."
It is very inappropriate to talk about the family life of such young children here. Besides, it is good to explain the reason for being late suddenly. Where do you start? It's better not to say it, maybe His Majesty still can't remember it.
The palace people all secretly slandered that Madam Song might be disgusted by His Majesty if she didn't know how to read people's eyes.
Unexpectedly, the emperor's expression softened, and he even felt relieved. Strange, is it true that His Majesty is really worried about their being late to thank them
But His Majesty has always been a person who doesn't care about these small things...
Except for the old god Wang Deyong, everyone else was amazed.
And Wei Lingheng, just as Song Zheng thought, just wanted to take a look at her to see if she was okay, to confirm that she was haggard because of taking care of the child, and there was no other negative influence other than that, so he frowned. The child is loose.
Generally speaking, the emperor had to deal with a lot of affairs every day, and most of the people who were rewarded and thanked would leave after kowtowing.
Wei Lingheng had no choice but to watch them retreat.
Unexpectedly, Song Zheng suddenly turned his head to look at her before leaving the hall, and called out, "Pepe."
"Um?"
Wen Ying was surprised that he suddenly called her small characters, especially on such a serious occasion above the main hall. What was even more surprising was that he then took her hand and said, "Be careful." Then, he took her hand and walked out of the threshold together.
As if only worried that she would trip over the high threshold.
When the palace people lamented the love between their husband and wife, they didn't notice the man on the dragon chair, whose gaze pierced Song Zheng's back like a ray of light.
There were twists and turns in the two days, even though Wen Ying had a strong mentality, her body couldn't take it anymore, she was already a little tired of coping with her brows.
However, not long after she had rested on the bed after returning home, she heard the news that Song Xun was vomiting blood.
When she rushed out of Song Xun's room, she heard the conversation inside.
"The poison comes from this plate of dim sum. It is a chronic poison that will only take effect after a small amount of accumulation. It seems that the young master has been poisoned for some time."
"He often eats this snack?" Song Zheng asked the servant.
"This, this is the dim sum young master loves the most. I have to eat this plate every day after school..."
"Where did that snack come from?"
"In the mansion, it is only found in Madam's small kitchen."