Song Yanzhao woke up from sleep, it was already dark, and all the lights in the room were lit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He rubbed his aching head, and looked up to see his mother, Princess Minghui, walking in from outside with an angry face.

"Why did father provoke you again?" Song Yanzhao's hands tightened, and he felt that his headache was even worse.

Princess Minghui slapped the table angrily, "Do you think he's too much?"

"Yes, yes, he's excessive. Song Yanzhao didn't have any sincerity to agree.

Experience had taught him that at this time, what his mother needed was not really for him to judge, she just needed an outlet for her emotions.

In order to avoid becoming cannon fodder, Song Yanzhao decided that no matter what his mother said, he was right.

Princess Minghui was still chattering angrily, "I just proposed to take that little lady into the house, and he dared to lose his temper with me, saying that I love to be arbitrary the most, and I have to do everything according to my own nature, and I don't allow others to give opinions, when did I act arbitrarily, ah, when did I not let him give opinions?"

Song Yanzhao sat on the couch and watched Princess Minghui walk around the room angrily.

"What is wrong with me saying that taking the little lady into the mansion?" Princess Minghui sneered, suddenly turned her head to stare at Song Yanzhao and said, "Do you think you should take the little lady into the mansion?"

Song Yanzhao's head was big by her chatter, and he replied casually: "It should be answered, it should be answered." ”

It doesn't matter what kind of little lady she is, anyway, her parents quarrel to the end, and naturally one party will compromise, and from childhood to adulthood, he has been extremely calm.

Princess Minghui raised her eyebrows and stared at him with bright eyes, "You also think you should take it, right?" Finally, my son has a sweetheart, and he has a lot of things to do and a lot of reason, and he doesn't want to think that his son is sixteen years old, but he doesn't even want to look at a girl............

Song Yanzhao nodded absentmindedly in agreement, "Yes, my son finally has a sweetheart, what?

Song Yanzhao's voice suddenly rose, and he jumped off the couch with a thud, "When did I have a sweetheart?" Or mother, do you have other sons besides me?"

Princess Minghui, who was immersed in criticizing the horse, was startled by Song Yanzhao's snort, turned around and slapped Song Yanzhao angrily, "When did I have .........another son?

Princess Minghui's expression was a little resentful, and she hated it when she thought about it.

She must have owed Song Jingming in her last life, and she will become husband and wife with him in this life.

Song Jingming always picks her nose and eyes when she sees her on weekdays, but she just likes him.

After giving birth to Song Yanzhao, Song Jingming lived in Mingyue Tower, and he couldn't see her anymore, unless it was a New Year's holiday, they had almost no chance to have sex together, and he didn't have a chance to have another child.

"No other sons?" Song Yanzhao's eyes widened, "Then why do you say that your son has a sweetheart?"

"Don't you have a sweetheart?" Princess Minghui asked rhetorically.

Song Yanzhao wiped his forehead, every time he talked to his mother, he was testing his few patiences.

"Who told you I have a sweetheart?" Song Yanzhao grinded his teeth.

"It's Uncle Wen, he said that you want to buy a house in Liuxing Hutong to support people. "Princess Minghui betrayed the housekeeper Uncle Wen without any psychological burden.

can't blame her, her son has had a lot of ideas since he was a child, and he has a domineering temperament, she doesn't say it, Song Yanzhao also has a way to ask.

Uncle Wen! Well, Song Yanzhao grinded his teeth and wrote a small black account for Uncle Wen.

"You don't have a sweetheart, then who are you going to raise when you buy a house?" Princess Minghui suddenly exclaimed, and pointed at Song Yanzhao with trembling hands, "You, you won't be here to raise a man, will you?" Zhao'er, when did you have this kind of habit?

Song Yanzhao's face turned green, "I don't have that kind of fetish!"

"Then who did you buy the house to raise?" Princess Minghui did not relent.

"Who said I want to raise people?" Song Yanzhao felt that his patience had been exhausted.

"Yourself!" Princess Minghui was also drunk, "You kid, don't you remember what you just said this afternoon?"

When did he say it? Song Yanzhao rubbed his brows, remembering that in the middle of the afternoon, when he asked Uncle Wen to buy a house, he seemed to have said something in passing.

He had drunk a lot of wine, and now he couldn't remember what he said casually.

Could it be that what he said was that he bought the house to support people? Song Yanzhao thought about it, and his brain was still blank.

Forget it, don't want to.

"Don't make excuses to quarrel with my father, I don't have a sweetheart. Song Yanzhao directly interrupted Princess Minghui's thoughts.

Princess Minghui screamed, "No, then what are you doing when you buy a house in Liuxing Hutong?"

"Buy and play. Song Yanzhao spread his hands, "Mother, are you the first? What are you doing all the time staring at me? I remember that the eldest aunt didn't come to you the day before yesterday and said that the second sister-in-law was about to give birth, and wanted to invite you over to sit down?"

The second sister-in-law in Song Yanzhao's mouth is the wife of Song Erlang, the second son of his uncle's family, and when the baby is about to give birth, Mrs. Song wants to invite Princess Minghui to sit at home, and wants to let the unborn child touch the princess's nobility.

Princess Minghui waved her hand, "Your aunt asked me to go back the day after tomorrow, but I just sat for a while, and it didn't take much effort, but it was your business, so I need to worry about it." ”

Song Yanzhao saw Princess Minghui sit down, ready to start a long talk, and the alarm bell in his heart immediately rang.

But this time he was wrong.

After Princess Minghui sat down, she didn't talk as usual as before, but talked about something else, "There is a Double Ninth Festival banquet in the palace tomorrow, you go with me, and you haven't been to your grandfather for a long time." ”

The Double Ninth Festival banquet, the princes of the clan, and officials above the fourth rank must participate, and Song Yanzhao and his family naturally want to participate.

Song Yanzhao has no different meaning.

Tomorrow's Chung Yeung Festival banquet is said to be to celebrate the Chung Yeung Festival, but it is actually to choose a concubine for the crown prince.

Since the crown prince got married at the age of sixteen, he has died two crown princesses in seven years.

The first crown princess died of a bloody collapse in childbirth, with one body and two lives.

The second crown princess married the crown prince only two years before she fell ill and became weaker and weaker, and reluctantly gave birth to a thin boy and then left the country.

It has been a year since the death of the second crown princess, and the queen naturally wants to choose a new concubine for the crown prince.

Song Yanzhao is a little tired of this matter, he rarely enters the palace after he is complacent at the age of thirteen, but this kind of festival banquet cannot be missed, after all, his maternal grandfather, His Majesty the Emperor still loves him very much.

"This time, the queen will give the crown prince a princess, so that the young ladies of all families of appropriate age will also enter the palace together, and tomorrow the mother will choose carefully and set a family affair for you. Princess Minghui announced with a smile.

Let's just say that my mother can't let him go so easily, so she was waiting here.

Song Yanzhao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Mother can try it and see if anyone dares to marry her daughter to me." ”

If he dares to marry, he will be able to beat his whole family the next day and not find the north.

Princess Minghui remembered the rumors in Jinling City that Song Sanlang could not be married, and suddenly wilted, "Why do I want to marry a daughter-in-law and hold a grandson, why is it so difficult?"