In the first year of Pingyuan, the twelfth day of the first month.

Song Shi'an took his wife Pingyang County Lord, godmother Yang, staff members Song Yuanshi and Lu Miaomiao, and a dog, and went out to the street early in the morning to serve as the governor of Jinan Prefecture.

"Lord Xiao Song is too wronged by him as the governor of Jinan Mansion, doesn't the saint attach great importance to Lord Xiao Song, why is he not promoted and demoted?"

Many people saw them off on the road, and they were all angry with Song Ning.

In the past, the saint asked Song Shi'an to be the official of Shuntianfu, and everyone didn't think that the reason for Qu to be the champion was that his champion had an empty surface and a lot of water.

But after three months of understanding, everyone believes that Song Shi'an's champion is well deserved.

In this way, letting him go to Jinan to be a pusher is wronging him.

Besides, the pusher of Jinan Mansion is a seventh-grade official, which is one level lower than that of Shuntianfu.

"Lord Xiao Song didn't fight for it, and Elder Song didn't seem to say anything, could there be other reasons for this?"

Everyone looked at each other.

What can be the reason, then the position of prefect can be arranged.

"Lord Xiao Song, you have to work hard, go back to Beijing as soon as possible to be a Beijing official." Someone shouted at the carriage.

Song Ning stood on the carriage and waved at everyone, saying, "Wait for me, I will definitely come back to be a Beijing official." ”

"Lord Xiao Song, Jinan Mansion is the fief of Prince Qi, you have to be more cautious in your actions."

Song Ning replied: "I know, everyone is fine, when I come back, firecrackers will greet you." ”

Everyone laughed and responded: "Don't worry, firecrackers must not be missing." ”

The city gate is sent to each other.

Song Ning was full of emotion, and waited until he got out of the city gate before sitting back, Bai Jiaojiao sighed: "Parting is always sad." ”

The corners of Song Ning's mouth trembled, and he looked at her: "County Lord, are you really not going back to Baoding to live for a few days?" ”

"If you don't go back, my father said let me take good care of you, don't dislike you, and tell you to take medicine."

Since Song Ning and Bai Jiaojiao said that she would not lift it, Bai Jiaojiao told the king of Baoding, and the king of Baoding "searched for famous doctors" to find a prescription for her and sent it over, so that she could not lift it for traditional Chinese medicine treatment.

Bai Jiaojiao was still staring at her and drinking.

Song Ning felt that if she drank like this, she might really become a man.

So, the task of decocting the medicine was handed over to Yang, and Yang "decocted it on behalf of her", so she could feel better.

But Bai Jiaojiao refused to return to Baoding, and must follow her to her post.

"In the name of your county lord, it is really wronged to go to Jinan to take up the post with a seven-rank left-handed official." Song Ning reminded her and said, "King Qi is in Jinan." ”

Where the King of Qi is there, it is the Longtan Tiger's Den.

"Don't be afraid, I'm determined to be with you, and he won't care about me." Bai Jiaojiao said, "Besides, he himself is very busy, how can he stare at us every day!" ”

Song Ning looked at her bitterly: "Then you can think about it, the back hall of the mansion is very ......"

"I don't live in the palace, but my father bought me the county lord's mansion, which is not far from the yamen."

Song Ning's eyes lit up: "It's okay, then I'll live ......"

"No! You will also live in the county lord's mansion. You are my husband, and I didn't let you get into trouble because of Song Ge's old face, and now you are just a seventh-grade official, of course you have to live in the county lord's mansion with me. ”

Song Ning said: "Are you using power to oppress people? ”

"Well, what's the matter!" Bai Jiaojiao said.

Song Ning crossed his hands and saluted: "The lower official is afraid." ”

Bai Jiaojiao giggled, grabbed her arm and twisted it: "Song Zimu, you hate it." ”

Song Ning covered his face at the corners of his mouth and trembled his eyelids......

It's not good to be a man.

She hurts.

……

As soon as they left, the queen mother in the palace also learned about it, she stopped the pen in her hand and asked Tian Fuxing: "...... So, the prince made up his mind from the beginning? ”

"Niangniang, it's a saint."

"Yes, Holy One. What's the difference? The Queen Mother changed her words, "That's what he planned to do from the beginning?" So how can Song Shi'an be reused by him? ”

Tian Fuxing said: "The slave maid doesn't know, do you want the slave maid to inquire carefully?" ”

The Queen Mother waved her hand: "That's not necessary." Anyway, Yuntai is not a good person, he went to watch Yuntai or be an honest official, after all, he couldn't get any benefits. ”

She was not afraid that her son would suffer.

Tian Fuxing also thought so, thought about it and added one thing: "What Mrs. Hannanhou hinted at that day, don't you give a reply?" ”

"Oh, what do you want her eldest daughter to do?"

"Pu Hui'an."

"Let Pu Hui'an be the princess of Qi. The mourning family looked at the girl and was not beautiful enough, her breasts were not big, her ass was not small, and she didn't like it. The Queen Mother said, "You replied directly, saying that the mourning family did not dare to call the shots about the affairs of King Qi, she could try other methods, as long as he could make the king of Qi marry voluntarily, the mourning family would have no opinion." ”

"It's not like you're marrying me."

As she spoke, she continued to paint, a lake and mountains, with bright colors just like herself.

Tian Fuxing refused to leave, and said bitterly: "Niangniang, isn't Miss Pu good-looking enough?" ”

Small breasts and big butts? You shouldn't be paying attention to this, right?

"You're so low-minded?" The Queen Mother put down her pen and sighed, "The mourning family lives in Cining Palace, and the mourning family wants to go to Jinan." ”

The queen mother wanted to go to the fiefdom with her son to live, which was unprecedented.

"Don't say this, the Holy One hears it...... You are the queen mother, don't tell Prince Qi that you want to go to Jinan, Prince Qi's temperament will definitely take you away, there must be a turmoil. ”

"There's a lot of nonsense, you go out, the mourning family doesn't want to listen to your persuasion."

Tian Fuxing didn't dare to speak anymore, and when he went out, he turned around and closed the door.

The Queen Mother muttered: "Who doesn't know the rules?" But the rules can be eaten as food?! ”

"I really take myself seriously, no, don't do this emperor, stinky virtue!"

After the Queen Mother finished speaking, she remembered it again, and wrote a letter to her son with great interest, saying that Hannanhou proposed marriage: "Although the child has small breasts and big buttocks, he is also a good match for you, but he will give birth to fewer sons in the future, and they all say that his son is like a mother, so he is afraid that it will be too ugly." ”

"A portrait is attached, check it out."

"Mother misses you."

Her private seal is printed underneath the letter.

With his impression of Pu Hui'an, he personally painted a portrait of the other party.

The Queen Mother paints people, and she has always been unsightly, because she is too picky, and her strengths and weaknesses are magnified.

The letter asked Tian Fuxing to send it away: "Send it to Pingyang, and let them take it to the king of Qi as a couple." I don't have to spend a lot of foot work. ”

The Queen Mother's "revenge" was finally a little more comfortable: "Let you go by yourself, willful." ”

Tian Fuxing quickly whipped the messenger and caught up with Song Ning's convoy.

Song Ning looked at the little chamberlain in front of him in surprise, and asked repeatedly, "You said, let's transfer it to Prince Qi?" ”

"Yes, sir. The letter is not in a hurry, just send it to our prince when you arrive. ”

After speaking, the other party saluted respectfully and left.

Song Ning threw the hot potato to Bai Jiaojiao: "Your uncle's letter, you can send it." ”

"I don't send it." Bai Jiaojiao said, "You are an official, you have to visit him when you arrive in Jinan Mansion, you go." ”

Song Ning smiled: "County Lord, you look down on me, I am a seventh-grade left-handed official, but I am not qualified to see the prince of the fief." ”

"You're still qualified to sleep with the county lord." Bai Jiaojiao raised her head and said, "I said you can." ”

Women are difficult, Song Ning is defeated.

Bai Jiaojiao came up to beat her leg again: "Husband, the slave family is afraid, huh?" ”

Song Ning pushed her away: "Don't be rude to me." ”

"I won't insult you, you won't lift it." Bai Jiaojiao lay down to sleep with a mattress in her arms.

Song Ning depressedly looked at the scenery outside the window to pass the time.

In the evening they rested at the post station, and the next day they walked for the day.

The carriage was not in a hurry, and at noon on the third day, they entered the territory of Jinan.

The carriage and horses stopped on the side of the road half a mile outside the city gate, and everyone got off the car and stopped to drink tea in the tea house.

The owner of the tea house sells cakes, and the dead white cakes spread out are served with tea, Lu Miaomiao choked on eating, and coughed and rolled his eyes on the table.

"Jinan Mansion is ...... Is that all you eat? Lu Miaomiao gasped bitterly.

Song Yuanshi sat at the next table, and when he heard this, he replied: "There are many famous foods in Jinan Mansion, and such cakes are just ordinary people's homes to satisfy their hunger." ”

"This tea house is also simple, you can bear with it." Yang gave Lu Miaomiao a follow.

Lu Miaomiao nodded and ate the remaining half of the cake.

When Song Ning looked at Song Yuan, he was also eating, eating in small bites without hurry or slowness, just like him.

When Yang liked Song Yuan very much, when he saw that the tea in his bowl was gone, he carried the pot and poured it for him, and said softly: "When the place stabilizes at night, I will cook." ”

"Thank you, auntie." Song Yuanshi didn't know what to call Yang, so he automatically looked for this title that he thought was appropriate.

Yang said softly: "What's polite, we'll be together for a long time in the future." ”

Song and Yuan should have looked at Song Ning, Song Ning was coaxing Xiao Tian to eat cakes, Xiao Tian gritted his teeth and refused to eat it.

Ma Santong shook his wet hands and came back from the thatched house, glanced at the food on the table, and urged: "Hurry up, let's go, enter the city, the food is waiting for us to choose." ”

"I'm idle, I'll listen to the name of the dish if you report it."

Ma Santong snorted: "Don't want the poor road, the poor road is a half-immortal, and it is not suitable to report the name of the dish." ”

"Hurry up." Bai Jiaojiao lifted the curtain of the car and urged them, "This is coming, what kind of cake to eat, what kind of feet to rest." ”

Song Ning sighed: "I knew that I would have to do it with the Holy Lord for a prefect." ”

Everyone looked at her.

"As a prefect, will someone beat gongs and drums for ten miles to greet you?"

Everyone: "......"

Ma Santong pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "You are eating unpalatable cakes here, are you waiting for someone to pick you up?" ”

"Or else?"

Ma Santong rolled his eyes: "You are sober, in the eyes of others, you are a seventh-grade official who has been degraded and demoted, huh?" ”

Song Ning looked at Song Yuanshi.

Song Yuanshi nodded truthfully.

Song Ning patted the table and said: "Wait, when the master leaves, I will let the people of Jinan send him ten miles away." ”

The proprietor of the tea house stopped to look at her with a strange look.

"What do you see, I, Lord Song, the prefect." Song Ning and the owner of Chaliao said, "Be careful of my ......"

Forget it, good people, she doesn't raise her ambition when she says cruel words.

The proprietor stretched out his hand to her: "Seventy Wen." ”

"Pay for pay." Song Ning and Ma San channel, "The noble man asked you to pay." ”

Ma Santong is holding a money bag, why is he unlucky?

A group of nine cars entered Jinan City, and as soon as they entered, they were greeted by a small servant arranged by the King of Baoding, kowtowed to Song Ning with a smile, and said: "The mansion is not far, the location is very good, and it is not far from the mansion." ”

"Is my father still alive?" Bai Jiaojiao asked.

"Here, the prince said that he didn't worry about the two of you who had just arrived, so make a good plan in advance and wait for the two of you to arrive."

Bai Jiaojiao was happy.

Song Ning couldn't cry or laugh.

After the convoy walked for a while, he heard the little guy say it, Song Ning sighed, it was really close.

The car went straight into the county lord's mansion, and Song Ning jumped out of the car.

The yard is neatly cleaned up and planted with flowers and plants, and it must be a different scene when it comes to spring.

"The prince is really powerful, and in five or six days, he can find such a good mansion in Jinan Mansion."

On the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Bai Jiaojiao knew that it would take twelve days to buy a mansion today.

And the king of Baoding had completed the mansion three days ago, and even had furniture and everything.

Before the little girl could reply, he heard Bai Sheng laughing and coming out of the inner courtyard to greet them.

As he walked, he said: "How can Lao Tzu have this ability, this house is a cover courtyard separated from the main courtyard of the Qi Palace." ”

"Next door is the Qi Palace!"

Song Ning: "......"

Is it too late for her to submit her resignation?