Yingniang is the big housekeeper by Mu Jin's side, she came to ask to see, and Princess Minghui naturally wanted to see her.

"But what else is not ready?" Princess Minghui held her belly, which had been almost six months old, and asked urgently when she saw Yingniang come in.

After Yingniang saluted, she cautiously approached Princess Minghui and whispered.

“....... This kind of thing, it stands to reason that it should be the mother's mother or female elders to teach, but in the case of our lady, the Mu family does not treat the lady sincerely, originally the slave maid thought that if Mrs. Guchang Hou came, the slave maid would ask her to do it for her, but who knew that Guchang Hou only brought the second lady to come. ”

"The slave has no choice but to come to you for help. Ying Niang whispered a little embarrassed.

Princess Minghui blinked and didn't speak for a long time.

Ying Niang cried out with some concern, "Princess, is this request of the slave maid embarrassing you?"

"Oh, no, no!" Princess Minghui came back to her senses and quickly waved her hand, "You reminded me that I was thinking about something important two days ago and forgetting it, but I just couldn't remember it." ”

She patted her forehead as she spoke, looking funny and angry, "It's really a stupid pregnancy for three years, such an important thing, I almost forgot it, fortunately you reminded me, fortunately!"

Seeing that Princess Minghui had no intention of refusing, Yingniang breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The princess is heavy, and it is common to forget things, so the slave should not come to disturb ......."

"What are you talking about, my own daughter-in-law, if you don't come to me, who else will you go to?" Princess Minghui waved her hand indifferently, "You go back first, and I'll go see Jin'er tomorrow night." ”

Yingniang kowtowed happily and returned to Liuxing Hutong.

As soon as she left, Princess Minghui immediately rummaged through the cabinets.

When Song Fuma came in, he saw that the house was turned into a mess, and he was startled, "My ancestor, what are you churning about? Sit down, I'll help you find it." ”

Princess Minghui sat down with one hand on her waist, and shook the things in her hand proudly, "I found it." ”

Song Yuma's eyes fell on the album in her hand, and she raised her eyebrows with a strange expression, "Princess, we don't need this now, do we?" Could it be that you haven't performed well enough for your husband recently, and you want to learn some new moves?"

Princess Minghui blushed and spat him, "What are you thinking?"

Song Juma twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly.

Can you blame him for being blind? What man would not think much about it when he came home and saw his daughter-in-law happily flipping through a fire avoidance map?

He just thinks about it, it's already abnormal if he doesn't pounce, okay?

Princess Minghui didn't know what Song Juma was slandering in her heart, so she pulled him, "Hey, what about the one I said yours?"

"Don't you really want to learn new moves?" Song Juma looked at Princess Minghui with serious suspicion.

Princess Minghui gave him a roll of the eyes, "Seriously, find out your book too." ”

Song Yuma had no choice but to go and flip through his own book, "Nuo, let's say, what do you want to do? If you want to use that posture, when you are finished, your husband will satisfy you." ”

Princess Minghui glared at him with a shy face, "Why didn't you find you so cheeky before?"

"I didn't find you so fond of this before. Song Juma replied fluently and pointed to the album in her hand.

Princess Minghui threw the album into his hand, "What nonsense, I asked you to find it out so that you can send it to your son." ”

Song Yuma was stunned for a moment, "For Yanzhao?"

Princess Minghui's somewhat sore waist leaned on Song Yuma's body, "Today, Yingniang came to the door to ask me for something, and it reminded me all of a sudden, we seem to have forgotten to show this to our son, are you sure your son will?"

"This ......" Song Yuma hesitated a little, he really couldn't be sure.

In the ordinary noble family, the sons of Langjun are over fifteen years old, and the family will arrange a room to serve and teach personnel.

It's just that Song Yanzhao has a strange temperament, and since he was fifteen years old, he took away all the rooms arranged by Princess Minghui, and he didn't ask for any of them.

As a result, his son is still a child.

So Princess Minghui suddenly asked, and Song Yuma also hesitated.

Princess Minghui patted him with a smile and pointed to the album in his hand, "No, take it to teach your son, and this important task will be handed over to you." ”

Song Juma looked at the atlas in her hand, "Then what do you do when you find your own book?"

Princess Minghui smiled and shook the album in her hand, "Oh, this, I'm going to take it to teach Jin'er." ”

Teaching his daughter-in-law?Song Yuma was stunned, and then remembered the situation on Mu Jin's side, and was a little clear.

Princess Minghui was quite complacent, "Personally teach her daughter-in-law personnel, tsk, this feeling is really incomparably wonderful, this is not a good luck that everyone has, haha, this palace has this good luck." ”

What is there to show off about this? Song Juma looked at her speechlessly.

Princess Minghui was immersed in her emotions and looked at the album, "I have to do my homework, let's see how it is more appropriate to talk to Jin'er tomorrow." ”

The corners of Song Yuma's mouth twitched, "Princess, don't you think it's more appropriate to study it with me personally?"

Princess Minghui waved her hand, "Get out, get out, go and teach your son, whether I can hold my grandson early or not depends on the two of us, come on, Master Ma." ”

Song Yuma was pushed out of the door with black lines on his face, and he had to go to Song Yanzhao.

"Father, why are you here so late?" Song Yanzhao was a little surprised when he saw Song Yuma.

Song Juma cleared his throat, "Which, talk to you for your father." ”

Song Yanzhao glanced at his father strangely and poured him a cup of tea.

Song Juma cleared his throat again, pitifully reading a belly of sage books, and when he came to his son, he was out of words for a while.

After all, this kind of thing is still quite embarrassing to talk about.

Especially against his own son!

Song Yanzhao looked strangely at his father constantly clearing his throat, drinking tea, clearing his throat again, and drinking tea again.

"Father was kicked out by Mother?" he asked tentatively.

Song Yuma's face darkened, "I'm fine with your mother!"

"Then father, this is?" Song Yanzhao raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Song Yuma gritted his teeth, took out the hot album from his arms, and threw it into Song Yanzhao's hand.

"Son, study hard, it's up to you whether your mother and I can hold our grandson as soon as possible!" He patted Song Yanzhao's shoulder seriously, turned around and went out.

Song Yanzhao glanced at his father's back suspiciously, and his eyes fell on the album in his hand.

The picture he saw made him jump all of a sudden, his whole face burned, and he subconsciously threw the album on the table.

Seeing that there was only himself in the room, he stroked his beating heart and couldn't help but pick up the album again.

Well, my father was right, he should study hard!