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Song Zheng's footsteps stopped, his thin lips squeezed tightly, and for a time, inexplicably gave birth to timid thoughts.

If your majesty treats her like this, she can be called a good life, and the two together will be said to be loving. So what is he doing on weekdays? He tried to compare the memories of the past, but he thought about it carefully, as if he had never taken her to the street, and the relationship between the two was even more pitiful.

He stood motionless, attracting the attention of the guards guarding the door, and the leader reported it to Wang Deyong.

When Wang Deyong was out of the store, he saw that Song Zheng was unexpectedly shocked. He looked at the store subconsciously, and then stopped in front of him innocently. Are you here? "

Song Zheng gave him a fixed look, and when he spoke, his voice was dumb: "... I took a vacation and brought the little girl to buy clothes and jewelry."

Wang Deyong was guilty and said quickly: "Why not bring Mrs. Song together?"

As soon as he spoke, he immediately wanted to bite his tongue! Bah, ask what is bad!

Song Zheng's eyes were like eagle falcons, and he looked straight at him, "What do you think of Wang?"

"I think it was Master Song who went out hurriedly without remembering his wife." He coughed twice, and then he sighed a bit, "I don't know, the woman in this house is like a flower. It's easy to beat. If Song has time, he should still accompany his wife. "If someone else said that there is a taste of nickname, but he is an **** and has been in the harem for many years.

But the meaning in this remark is aggressive and forced Song Zheng's hands to emerge.

Even when he saw that the two of them had finished shopping and appeared outside, he smiled angrily, and said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty is traveling with the United States, so it's uncomfortable."

Wei Lingheng saw him also stunned, Wen Yingwen took a breath, took a step back.

It happened that a carriage came flying by, she was stunned, and it was about to be rubbed by the wheels on both sides. Wei Lingheng stretched out her arms and took her into her arms!

"But something?" He didn't have time to control Song Zheng, and asked her softly in a tone of fear.

She shook her head, and instead checked his arm, she was scratched, but fortunately, only the clothes were cut through the sleeves.

Song Zheng had a panoramic view of the picture. At that moment, he only felt cold all over his body, and his eyes fell on her white and soft hands. Those hands once served him tea, held books, and ironed clothes. He held the other man's arm, and those eyes showed inexplicable care.

Even if he stood in front of her.

He couldn't help but clenched 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 Master Song here." He avoided the title that would reveal his identity.

"I didn't expect it." He slightly raised the corner of his mouth ironically.

Wen Ying said nothing.

She still wears a veil on her face, but there are some things that need not be pierced, and the three of them are well aware.

As if foreshadowing the forthcoming storm, the originally clear sky suddenly changed, the stratus clouds gathered, the sky was dark blue, and it was so heavy that it pressed on people's hearts.

*

Wen Ying originally thought that after returning to the government, what would be waiting for her would be a violent wind and rain. When she first entered the house, she heard that Song Xun was sick.

"Yeah?" She asked the little girl.

"Grandpa is also in the master's room, Madam, go!"

Xiao Shi handed a concerned look, she shook her head to show that nothing was wrong, left her outside the door, and pushed open the door herself.

In the room, Song Zheng is feeding Song Xun with his own hands. The little fat man seemed to have just vomited and lay weakly on the bed, but his temper was still overbearing, and he would not even buy his father's account. Song Zheng scooped a spoonful to feed his mouth, he flicked his head and didn't look at it.

Song Zheng, by his temperament, had a face, and immediately reprimanded him, but the bowl in his hand was taken away.

Immediately, a female voice sounded softly and helplessly, "Xun'er is afraid of suffering. If you feed like this, how is he willing to drink?"

He was so stiff that he couldn't stop it.

"Mother!" Song Xun saw her eyes light up, "Dad go away, I want mother to feed!"

He looked at her, and she looked at it too. The two of them collided, and both turned instantly.

Afterwards, he saw her bring a plate of preserves to the high table next to him, and said coldly: "You can't stand even a bit of bitterness, and you can't stand a bit of suffering. How can you be called a man?"

"Dad don't scare me, mother said, I'm still a kid, not a man!"

Song Xun grimaced at him, and she couldn't help smiling.

He said it later, but her hand was held by her, and she shook her head at him. She didn't speak clearly, but at the intersection of eyes, he understood what she meant.

When the child is sick, how angry with him.

Song Xun has heard that Ying Ying is standing on her back, and she is proud of herself, with a little more energy in her eyebrows.

Her movements were gentle and meticulous. Before feeding the medicine, she carefully blown to a palatable temperature. Song Xun frowned bitterly and drank it.

"Is it bitter?"

"Bitter!" The little fat man complained to her and wanted to preserve it.

She smiled, "Then be bitter."

fatty:"!?"

"Your father's admonitions are to be heard, do you know?" She took the veil and wiped the corners of his mouth with the medicine. "Otherwise, you will have a bad taste for a while, and you will be suffering."

Having said that, she still twisted a piece of candied fruit into his mouth, and the little fat man opened his brows, but nodded obediently.

This scene came into view, and Song Zheng only felt that there were mixed tastes. She always treated them with great care.

On that night, Wen Ying was not surprised until Song Zheng's questioning.

On the second day, the Holy Proclamation of the Decree, because Song Zheng was successful in governing the military chaos, the wife of Song Zheng was specifically named Wen Wenying as Mrs. Erpin.

Because there was the original wife in front of her, Song Zheng never thought of asking her to give her a life sentence, so she has always been a white body.

According to the rules, the two should go to the palace to thank Huang En.

It was too coincidental that the timing of this condemnation was so confounded that Song Zheng felt that his majesty had made such a big battle, maybe it was just to see if she was well.

And this guess made his heart sink completely.

On the main hall, he was called up after kneeling and knocking two of them.

Wei Lingheng put his hands behind his back and twisted his thumb and index finger. This is when he was relatively nervous. He said in his mouth: "Song Aiqing is active in the national society, and it doesn't need to be like this." His eyes fell on Wen Ying.

After a night, she had a more haggard look on her face.

His heart suddenly raised, what did Song Zheng say and did?

After being hit by Song Zheng yesterday, he wanted to do it all the time and simply put her into the palace. Perhaps it was the suppression of this emotion in the past, and once the thought was born, it would be uncontrollable. What should I do to prevent her from being wronged and criticized again, the thoughts in his mind run quickly.

But in the end she was yelled to stop.

She said she wanted to make it clear to Song Zheng.

He agreed on the face, but he still worried that Song Zheng was not good for her, so he asked the Hanlin Academy to write a draft statement overnight, which was issued by the cabinet the next day.

Today, I am glad that I have made such preparations.

Only Song Zheng replied coldly: "The rules are like this, and Weichen should strictly abide by them."

Wei Lingheng frowned, his momentum suddenly became fierce, and the breath of others could not help.

Wen Ying spent a lot of time with each other and knew Wei Lingheng very well. By looking at his facial expressions and movements, he knew that he might be unable to suppress his emotions and want to do something.

Strange to say, maybe emotions can change a person's state. Before knowing Wenying, Wei Lingheng was always a calm and restrained person, but after knowing her, the other himself hidden deep in his heart often Will run out and do something he dares not to do willingly.

But there are more than three of them in the hall. How dare she let him mess up?

As a result, the light and soft voice of the woman sounded in the hall, "Last night, the children in the family vomited and diarrhea, crying endlessly.

These children's family routines are very outdated here. Furthermore, it's good, and suddenly explain why they are late. Where do they start? It would be better not to say, Your Majesty may not remember it.

The palace people all concealed themselves secretly, and Mrs. Song did not understand how to look at people's eyes.

Unexpectedly, the emperor's expression calmed down, unexpectedly, even relieved. It's strange. Is your majesty really worried about the lateness of their gratitude?

But Majesty has always been someone who does n’t care about these little things ...

In addition to the presence of the old deity Wang Deyong, the rest of the people were very reluctant.

Wei Lingheng just like Song Zheng thought, just want to take a good look at her whether she is well, and confirm that she looks haggard because of the relationship of taking care of children. There is no other negative effect besides this, his frowning frowned. Zi loosened.

In general, the emperor has many daily tasks to deal with, and most of the people who appreciate the gratitude will leave after knocking their heads. It is rare to stay and say these few words. Staying longer will only make people suspicious.

Wei Lingheng had no choice but to watch them retreat.

Unexpectedly, before leaving the hall, Song Zheng suddenly looked over at her and yelled, "Pepe."

"Ok?"

Wen Ying was surprised that he suddenly called his own small print, especially on such serious occasions above the main hall. What's even more surprising is that he then took her hand, "be careful." Then, she took her hand and walked across the threshold.

It seemed that she was just worried that she would be caught on the high threshold.

When Gong people lamented their husband and wife's love, they didn't find the man on the dragon chair, who looked like a sharp stab at Song Zheng's back.

*

There were twists and turns between the two days. Rao Wenying had a strong mentality and could not stand her body. She rubbed her brows and was already tired of coping.

However, not long after she rested on the bed after returning home, she heard the news of Song Xun vomiting blood.

When she rushed out of Song Xun's room, she was hearing the conversation inside.

"Poison comes from this plate of dim sum. This is a chronic disease. It will only happen if the accumulation is small. It seems that it has been some time that the son has been poisoned.

"He often eats this snack?" Song Zheng asked the next man.

"Here, this master snack is my favorite. I need to eat this plate once a day ..."

"Where did the snack come from?"

"Fuzhong, only in the lady's small kitchen."