When the Song family and his son rushed back from the palace, the lights were already on, and the guests who came to participate in the three ceremony of Song Hui's Baptism had already dispersed.

Song Mo nodded to Song Yichun and returned to Yizhitang.

However, Song Yichun stood on the bluestone corridor on the British Dukefu Zheng Road and remained silent for a long time.

Although the emperor used to treat him as intimate, he did not treat him as an outsider. However, this time he entered the palace, he clearly felt the emperor's indifference and alienation towards him, and even said to him something like "The inseparable legitimate and illegitimate is the root of the chaos of the family."

Did the emperor hear something?

Or was Song Mo complaining about something in front of the emperor?

When Song Yichun looked sideways at Yizhitang, his eyes looked like a poisoned knife.

Song Mo can really do this!

Otherwise, the military officers in Kyoto would have to cheer up anyway when they mentioned Song Mo!

Song Yichun felt so upset when he thought of this.

He swung his sleeves back to Xixiangyuan.

Song Han's injuries were much healed a lot, and he welcomed Song Yichun at the door with a cane.

Song Yichun looked at his pale face and felt soft, saying, "Why can't I rest? Have you been hurt better?"

Song Han smiled and said, "The imperial physician my father invited me is very skilled. I just took three doses of medicine and felt much better." He quickly helped Song Yichun to the main room, "I heard that the emperor gave Dong Ge a name today? The emperor still favored his father. With such glory, we are the only one in Kyoto."

All the credit was taken to Song Yichun.

Song Yichun listened very appropriately, and his voice became gentler: "This is also the emperor's sake of our family's loyalty for generations. Therefore, our family can only act with the emperor's eyes, and as for the ones around, it has nothing to do with us. Only in this way can this favor be continued for a long time."

Is he the designated Duke's Mansion?

It seems that my father remembered the story of marrying a girl from the Jiang family.

Song Han sneered in his heart. But he said, "What my father taught me is that I am old this year and have seen a lot of things. I also know the priorities and will never be as ignorant as before."

Song Yichun said "um" with satisfaction, stopped and said, "I will come to the palace in a few days to ask you for marriage. You can study at home these days and don't cause trouble, so as not to be displeased by the nobles in the palace. Do you know?"

Song Han was stunned.

What Song Yichun thought was that it would be nice to have such a stupid son, at least he would listen to himself in everything and would not let himself get out of office by himself.

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

Song Han saw Song Yichun enter the house and slowly returned to the Dongxiaoyuan where he lived.

Qixia and Caiyun hurriedly came up to meet.

He waved his hand and sent everyone in the room to the inner room, quietly moved away from Guanyin who was worshipping the east side of the inner room, revealing a small portrait.

The person in the portrait is wearing an embroidered silk, elegant and beautiful, with strength and arrogance silence between his eyebrows.

"Mother!" he murmured, and tears fell in an instant. "I didn't mean it... I really don't know that the medicine was poisonous... I dare not tell you... You had already started to doubt 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 beside you has been bribed by your father, and his father wants to deny it. She tampered with her and couldn't find evidence, so I would die without a burial place... I took advantage of their not paying attention.

Wait, you will quietly spill half of the medicine and add water... I think this way, you can survive until your brother comes back... But unexpectedly, my father told you about my life experience and made you angry to death..." His face was stained with water, "Mother, you love me the most. You won't blame me for anything I did wrong. This time, you will definitely forgive me, right?" He said, stroking the person on the portrait, his expression gradually became ferocious, "Don't worry, your son will definitely avenge you..."

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

Dou Zhao was serving Ganlu and drinking crucian carp soup. When he saw him coming back, he hurriedly ordered the maids to arrange meals: "Don't you have dinner yet? I'll leave dinner for you on the stove!"

Song Mo nodded and lay down beside the bed to look at his sleepy son.

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

Yuan Ge'er, who had eaten and drank enough, flattened his mouth and ignored him.

Song Mo poked him again.

Yuan Ge'er frowned, turned her face to the side 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 but feel angry and funny, saying, "What are you doing?"

Song Mo was embarrassed to be caught by others and smiled and said, "I see that he has been sleeping all the time, and he doesn't open his eyes and play for a while..."

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

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "It's like this for newborn children. They have to sleep eleven hours a day, and have an hour to eat, drink, defecate, and urinate, and occasionally open their eyes."

"Is that true?" Song Mo was a little disappointed.

Ruotong came in and reported that dinner was ready.

Song Mo had dinner outside.

Dou Zhao has packed up and is ready to rest.

Because he was afraid that his child would fall asleep and roll to the ground, mothers would usually sleep outside. Although Yuan Ge'er was just born and was tied in a cradle, out of habit, Dou Zhao still slept outside. Song Mo has been resting on the big kang by the window these days.

Seeing Dou Zhao lying down, he squeezed into the bed and said, "I'll help you take care of the child. Do you go to sleep on the inside?"

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

Song Mo slept on the inside and said, "If you have anything to do, please call me."

Seeing that he was excited, Dou Zhao responded with a smile and asked the maids to come in and turn off the lights.

Because she was taking care of the children, she had been socializing for a day tomorrow. She closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

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

She hurriedly sat up, but found that Song Mo and the child were gone.

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

Song Mo hugged the child and walked in awkwardly: "I, I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I carried the child to feed the wet nurse. Who knew he wouldn't eat..."

This is the son I gave birth to!

Dou Zhao felt warm and said softly: "I'll just feed him."

Song Mo handed the child over to Dou Zhao in a hint.

Dou Zhao turned to breastfeed the child.

Song Mo sat beside the bed and watched.

The child was full, changed his diapers and became energetic. He opened his eyes and started playing.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but yawn.

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

Where can Dou Zhao sleep?

Song Mo insisted very much: "If it doesn't work, there's still a wet nurse. If you do this, you will ruin your body."

In her previous life, she was so tired of her body.

Dou Zhao's eyes were a little astringent.

She lay down as she said. She opened her eyes and watched Song Mo walking around the house with a clumsy hugging the child, talking to the child in a mess, and fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes, Brother Yuan slept well beside her pillow, and then looked at Song Mo, and he slept very sweetly against his son's face.

Dou Zhao looked at his faces, one and one small, and his heart felt like he was scratched by feathers. It was itchy, and there was an indescribable emotion that filled his heart.

She couldn't help but gently stroke Song Mo's face...

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At this time, at Duke Jingguo's mansion, the three wives were sitting in the hall waiting for their mother-in-law Duke Jingguo's wife to wash and go in and pay their respects to her mother-in-law.

Mrs. Zhang Er whispered to Mrs. Feng, Mrs. Zhang San: "Why did you come back so late yesterday? Is the Baptistery in Duke of England very lively?"

She came back so late yesterday, just to miss the night's confinement and keep the words for everyone to say this morning when everyone came to greet him.

The sister-in-law's words were like handing her a ladder. She couldn't help but feel refreshed, and looked at Wei Tingzhen with a smile, then said: "It's not just lively? It's simply awesome! The emperor also gave my newborn nephew a name!"

Mrs. Zhang was stunned and was about to say something. Mrs. Jingguo Duke had already walked out by her close nanny Xu, and she was just right after hearing a sound. She couldn't help but say, "Who did the emperor give me a name?"

"The eldest grandson of the Duke of England!" Mrs. Zhang San gave the emperor a name to the third grandson, and gave Yuan Ge'er a name, what the crown princess gave to the Duke of England, how many guests came to the Duke of England, how many baptism rituals the Dou family gave, and so on, all exaggeratedly told the Duke of Jingguo's wife.

Mrs. Jing Guo was also a little surprised and sighed: "After all, the Duke of England's mansion is decent!" Then she ordered her close nanny, "When Brother Yuan is full moon, I will join in the fun."

Mrs. Zhang San was overjoyed, took the arm of Mrs. Jing Guogong and smiled, "Mom's green phoenix hairpin is so beautiful today. It's a Nanzhu on it?"

"You are just sharp-eyed." Mrs. Jing Guogong smiled and went to the banquet room next door.

Wei Tingzhen followed her mother-in-law and two sister-in-law with a blank expression, thinking hatefully: She is just a relative who is three thousand miles apart, so she is so proud that she doesn't know the east, south, west and north. If there is something to ask the emperor to give her son a name... But she understands in her heart that this is the third wife who hears that her sister is easily marrying and is mocking her.

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

Two days later, Wei Tingzhen couldn't help but go back to her parents' home.

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When the child was full of month, not only did Duke Jing arrive in person, but also Madam Chengzi, Changxing Hou and Madam Chengzi, who had never socialized with others, also arrived. Madam Chengzi, Changxing Hou even explained to Dou Zhao when he entered the door: "My mother-in-law really wanted to come and see the eldest son, but she was afraid that it would disturb the child, so she had to give up."

Mrs. Changxing Hou is a widow and is not suitable for attending such a festive scene.

Dou Zhao smiled and greeted her: "Thank you, Madam, when the child is older, I will take him to pay tribute to Madam." Because Madam Yan'an is Wang Qinghuai's mother, Madam Yan'an, Madam An of the Marquis of the Marquis of Yan'an, she warmly greeted Madam Yan'an, and personally invited several wives to the flower hall and sat with the female family of the Dou family. Mrs. Lu and Princess Ningde, who had arrived early, sat in the warm pavilion next to the flower hall, and talked. Everyone greeted each other with a smile and a very lively manner.

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