The old emperor was really understanding, and he lowered his posture to talk to Song Qingyun, just because he was afraid that she would be frightened by the rules of the palace.

Behind closed doors, it's all your own family, even if you sit on the kang with slippers and talk, no one says that you are rude.

Song Qingyun burst into tears of gratitude, feeling guilty about his previous speculation about the old emperor.

"Sit, Miss Qingyun, please take a seat." The old emperor was also quite moved, and the old eunuch beside him hurriedly handed him a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Doubao, do you still know me?" The old emperor beckoned to Doubao on the side, the kid got down from his seat, walked quickly to the old man, knelt at his feet with a "poof", and kowtowed.

"Hello grandpa!"

Well, Song Qingyun was a little embarrassed, this is the modern etiquette she taught Doubao before, but before entering the palace, Mama Zhong had already explained how to salute, and at this moment Doubao was completely forgotten.

The feelings that naturally flow are the most sincere, Dou Bao raised his little face and looked at him quietly, and the old emperor's heart suddenly softened.

"Come, to grandpa's arms."

"Grandpa!" Dou Bao obediently got in, and his little face rubbed the old emperor's bright yellow dragon robe.

"Grandpa, Mama Zhong said that I can't call you grandpa, you should be called grandfather."

"Then why don't you call it?"

"I think grandpa is more kind, just like my little aunt calls Uncle Gu grandpa, every time Uncle Gu agrees with a smile."

The old emperor didn't know why, and glanced at the old eunuch beside him.

"It's the grandson who was taken in by Mrs., and now I'm going to Beihu to look for Song Yu."

"Oh!" The old emperor nodded, he hugged Doubao tightly and said, "Okay, I understand Doubao's thoughts, grandpa likes this title." ”

The old emperor had a total of eight sons, and the eldest grandson was also fourteen or fifteen years old, but Doubao was the only one he liked the most.

"Grandpa, do you want to see my little sister?"

The old emperor nodded with a smile, Doubao hurriedly beckoned to the nurse, and a palace maid stepped forward to take over the sleeping little girl.

"Grandpa, isn't it cute to see your sister sleeping?"

The little girl seemed to hear her brother praising her, so she twisted her body vigorously, and after her little face turned red, she gasped heavily, and a few small bubbles suddenly popped out of her mouth.

The old emperor immediately fell in love with the beautiful little girl who didn't talk to her.

The reward was placed in front of Song Qingyun like flowing water, she was a little dumbfounded, and looked at Mu Qingao in surprise.

"What my father gave me, let's take it!" The two knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old emperor to thank him, and Doubao on the side was a little apprehensive.

"Grandpa?"

"Does Doubao feel like he got nothing?" The old emperor saw his expression in his eyes, and couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart.

"It's not like I want to be jealous with my sister, today is my birthday, I really want to get a gift from my grandfather, even if it's a piece of paper."

"How could Grandpa be missing your gift? I heard that you are now studying with Mr. Sun Maoyuansun, if grandpa wants to keep you by his side, are you willing? ”

"Father?" Mu Qingao looked at him in astonishment.

"Ao'er, I want to keep Doubao by my side, are you and Qingyun willing?"

"Stay in ...... In the palace? Song Qingyun's tongue was knotted in fright, and he looked at the old emperor dumbfounded.

The old emperor nodded, "You guys think about it, don't rush to give me an answer." ”

Song Qingyun secretly glanced at Mu Qingao, and saw that he seemed very unhappy with a tense face, worried that the father and son would quarrel again, Song Qingyun had no choice but to force a smile and nod in agreement.

"You have two children, you can't go on like this forever, Qin Tianjian has already chosen a good day, you will get married on the eighteenth of next month, and Qingyun will officially be Princess Jing."

The royal marriage to the common people as wives is still the first since the founding of the country, the emperor said that whatever he says is what he says, those who resist have been chopped to ashes, and those who die can no longer die, and the people of the whole world can only congratulate King Jing, and if they want to talk nonsense, touch the head on their necks is unstable.

The two received the holy decree, and then followed the old emperor to the palace of the banquet together, explaining the purpose of today's banquet, those noble ladies who looked down on Song Qingyun, the food they ate blocked their throats, they didn't know the taste of food, and they were miserable.

"You're saying you're getting married next month?"

During the banquet, Ye Qingqing and Song Qingyun went to the side hall to breastfeed the child, and the two finally had the opportunity to sit down and gossip for a while.

"yes, it was so sudden, I didn't prepare for anything."

Women's wedding dresses are prepared half a year in advance, and she only has more than 20 days to prepare, so she can't go to the ready-to-wear store to buy a random one.

"You don't have to worry about the wedding dress, since the emperor has set the date, he must have asked the palace Shangyi Bureau to start preparations, those embroiderers have exquisite craftsmanship, and they will be ready in a few days."

"But I'm still panicking!"

"I can understand your feelings, suddenly you are going to get married, you are all suffering from gains and losses, of course I am like this, to be honest with you, I almost ran away from home the night before, but as soon as I climbed over the wall, I was blocked by the skylight."

Speaking of Ye Qingqing's troubles, it was really a basket, and Song Qingyun let her break it like this, and her heart finally got better.

There are palace people outside who come to spread that the emperor has given names to Song Qingyun's two children.

The two hurriedly went out, and when they saw Mu Qingao waiting for them, Song Qingyun tidied up his clothes and bowed his head.

"Prince Jing's eldest son will give him the name Mo, and the eldest daughter will give him the name Yin, and the Lord Jing will take the order."

After the two thanked each other, they returned to their seats hand in hand, and Song Qingyun let out a long sigh.

She originally named Doubao the word "ink" to commemorate her father who raised her in another world for eleven years, she knew that one day Doubao would recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and also thought that the word "ink" Jing Wang Ye might not use it, but she didn't expect that the royal family was not taboo.

According to the genealogy of Mu Qingao's next generation with the word "Jun", Song Mo became Mu Junmo, which sounded more domineering and majestic.

The name should be used until the eight characters of birth, and when the people of Qin Tianjian changed the name of Doubao, they found that the word "ink" was the most suitable for him, so they did not change it, so that Song Qingyun mistakenly thought that it was the face given to her by the old emperor.

After the people who came to the banquet returned, the congratulatory gifts then went to the grange in Dingzhou.

The old emperor used this method to make the capital circle accept Song Qingyun, which was simply "madness", and trampled those who looked down on her like stepping on mud, and ravaged them vigorously.

Song Qingyun was very busy, and it was not until the evening that the number of people giving gifts gradually decreased, and she returned to the room exhausted.

"Madam, the hot water has been prepared, you can go to the bath room to take a bath and relieve your fatigue!" Guo's mother came over and reached out to test the temperature of her forehead.

"Well, I really need a good rest."

Undressed and walking into the hot soup soaked in flower petals, Qingyun closed her eyes, Ah Fu combed her green hair and massaged her scalp vigorously.

Half an hour later, she came out of the shower, Mu Qingao had finished washing, changed into homely clothes and leaned against the bed to read.

Qingyun sent everyone down, sat down opposite Mu Qingao, and looked at him with a serious expression.