Song Nan returned to the house drunk, only Wan'er was still waiting in the small hall with her cheeks in the inner house, and when she saw Song Nan coming back, she hurriedly stepped forward to change Song Nan's clothes, and called the maidservant to prepare hot water for Song Nan to bathe.

After Song Nan finished washing, he sat down on a chair in a fur robe, woke up a little from drinking, and asked Wan'er, "Are the ladies all asleep?" ”

Wan'er said: "It's almost the third watch, of course they are all asleep, the little master is making a lot of trouble, and Mrs. Su'er and the nurse are probably still coaxing." ”

Song Nan frowned and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Wan'er said: "The little master is making trouble at night, it's not a big deal, the child will be like this for a few months after birth, and it will be fine after the first birthday." ”

Song Nan got up and walked to Dai Suer's courtyard in the back garden, Dai Suer's courtyard was really lit up, and the sound of children crying was heard from a distance, Song Nan walked into the courtyard, and several maids in the hall were standing there helplessly, and saw Song Nan hurriedly bowing his head and saluting: "Master." ”

Song Nan waved his hand and lifted the curtain and walked into the room, and saw Dai Su'er with her hair scattered and a pair of embroidered cotton shoes walking back and forth with her son in her arms, humming and chirping him in her mouth, her son Song Zhidao was tossing in her arms with his teeth and claws, and he was screaming and crying in his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Song Nan stepped forward.

Dai Su'er saw Song Nan hurriedly greeted him and said, "Dao'er doesn't know what's wrong, it's a lot of trouble at night, but he just refuses to sleep." ”

Song Nan reached out to take his son, clumsily held it in his arms, and looked at his son's little face full of tears, but he was a little distressed.

"The nurse said, Ming'er will go to Daoji Temple to invite a Taoist priest to take a look, is there anything unclean in the house, let's shout to Dao'er tomorrow night."

The so-called soul shouting is just a folk custom, children are generally considered to be frightened by something and lost their souls, parents light incense lanterns and shout a few children's names around the yard, one person shouts: come back, the other person answers: come back and so on. Although Song Nan didn't believe this, he had to nod when he saw Dai Su'er's anxious expression.

"Hey, the young master won't cry anymore." A servant girl said suddenly.

Song Nan and Dai Su'er found out that since Song Nan reported Song Zhidao, this kid was actually safe and secure in Song Nan's arms, and his eyes seemed to be about to fall asleep at this moment.

"It turns out that this kid is stable when he sees his father coming, and it is really my son Song Nan, son, sleep, don't make trouble, Ming'er has to get up early to play, now don't sleep Ming'er has the spirit." Song Nan said with a smile.

Dai Su'er glanced at Song Nan, and watched Xiao'er yawn and fall asleep at the crook of Song Nan's arm, and she was surprised in her heart, Song Nan lightly sent her son to the nurse's arms, and let the nurse carry her to the small bed in the compartment, and the husband and wife breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Nan sat on the chair, Dai Suer poured a cup of hot tea and brought it over, Song Nan patted his thigh and said, "Come, sit here." ”

Dai Su'er glanced at him and said, "Covered in alcohol, who is impatient to touch you." ”

Having said that, he still moved his steps lightly, looked left and right, and saw that the maids had already fallen asleep, so he slowly sat on Song Nan's lap and buried his head in Song Nan's chest.

Song Nan reached out and stroked Dai Su'er's soft back, sniffed the fragrance on her body and sighed.

"Isn't this the day for the emperor to ask for his name? How did you get so drunk? ”

"Don't mention it, the prince Ning from Nanchang didn't know why, he insisted on saying that he was familiar with me at first sight and dragged me to drink. I can only invite him to Chunfeng Lou to drink, and he will invite him back tomorrow, but I don't know if the tendon is wrong. ”

"King Ning?" Dai Su'er frowned and said, "Is it a prince?" ”

Song Nan nodded and said: "Yes, the descendant of King Ning Xian, the seventeenth son of Taizu, was originally fiefdom in Ningcheng, so he was named King Ning; After the Jingjing, the fief was changed to Nanchang Mansion in Jiangxi; This King Ning is the fifth generation of King Ning. ”

Dai Su'er was suddenly silent, Song Nan reached out and stroked her smooth face, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Dai Su'er shook her head and said: "It's nothing, the slave family shouldn't talk too much about the husband's affairs outside, but the slave family always thinks that it is better for the husband to have less dealings with these vassal kings." ”

Song Nan smiled and said, "Why? This Zhu Chenhao seems to be a good person, he is as rich as jade, and his personality is also good, I can talk to him a little. ”

Dai Su'er said: "Has the husband forgotten the rebellion of King Anhua? How many officials in the DPRK and China are involved? Before the rebellion of the king of Anhua, who could know that he had different intentions? ”

Song Nan smiled: "According to what you say, if you are a vassal king, you are going to rebel?" Then why didn't the emperor just arrest them all and kill them all? ”

Dai Su'er said hurriedly: "The slave family didn't mean this, it was just to remind the husband to have multiple eyes." ”

Song Nan smiled, patted Dai Su'er's shoulder and said: "Su'er is extremely smart, and she can see things very clearly, I am teasing you, how can I not know these things?" It is a big taboo for officials in the court and China to hand over secrets to the vassal king, let alone a general like me. After the matter of the king of Anhua, the court can be said to be full of soldiers, and no one dares to be too close to the vassal kings; The emperor will definitely have a heart for the people who mingle with the vassal king, and I know all this. ”

Dai Su'er breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's good that the husband understands, and now some people in the court are eager to grab the handle of the husband, but they can't let them gossip." ”

Song Nan said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will be careful, but it is not wise to offend a vassal king, Zhu Chenhao has a very high status in front of the emperor, and the angel of the wedding announced by the emperor today is this Prince Ning; More than a dozen white-haired old princes didn't get this errand, but it was this Zhu Chenhao, who was in his thirties, you said it was strange. ”

Dai Su'er yawned and said: "The slave family doesn't have the energy to think about this, the slave family only cares about their own affairs, and the slave family doesn't think about anything that has nothing to do with the Song Mansion and the husband." Where does Husband sleep tonight? Go to the county lord or go to Qingli? ”

Song Nan squinted at her slender figure and beautiful face, leaned in and said, "I'm not going anywhere, I'll accompany Mrs. Su'er tonight." ”

Dai Su'er's face turned crimson and said, "Whoever wants you to accompany me, I have a way is enough." ”

Song Nan grabbed her hand and reached into the big mallet between her legs, leaned into her ear and said, "Didn't you say that someone is waiting to catch your husband's handle?" Your husband will definitely not be grabbed by anyone outside, but in the house, what you hold in your hand is the handle, just grab it. ”

Dai Su'er's face burned badly, and the 'handle' in her hand suddenly changed from a small handle to a big handle, and Dai Su'er's libido decreased a little after giving birth to a child, but now her feeling is strong, and the hand holding the handle is reluctant to let go;

Dai Su'er was almost suffocated with happiness, and when she was about to enjoy her life, she heard a hearty cry from within, and the child Song Zhidao began to sing again.

Song Nan hurriedly got up and tidied up, and scolded in his mouth: "This little bastard, he really knows how to pick the time." ”

……

In the afternoon of the next day, Song Nan took people to the construction site of the white paper workshop to check the progress after completing official duties, the craftsmen could not carry out civil work, but the work of laying the ground and carving wood and chiseling stones could still be done, and some wooden buildings could also be built smoothly, and the construction site was still busy.

In the open space near the west exit of the South 1st District, a group of people were gathering around and shouting, not all of them noticed Song Nan's arrival, Song Nan looked inside, and saw Ah Hu sitting behind a desk, two goatee masters each holding brushes on both sides, Ah Hu was arguing with a few people about something.

Song Nan listened carefully, it was all about some things about the conditions for the acquisition of private house demolition compensation, the private house demolition in the South Second District has begun to sign an agreement, these nonsense things are inevitable, and the dozen or so people in front of them must be part of the nail households that sweep the tail.

Song Nan was too lazy to care about these things, so he turned his head and wanted to go to the construction site in the north to see the progress of the craftsmen's construction, and by the way, ask Wan Dabao about the employment of craftsmen after the spring of next year. As soon as I turned around, I heard a commotion at the gate of the fence of the construction site on the east side.

Someone shouted loudly: "This is the construction site of the Song Mansion, no one is allowed to enter without a dry person, hey, hey, what are you doing?" ”

Someone replied in a loud voice, "What are the people who have nothing to do?" In front of you is Prince Ning, Prince Ning is a good friend of your Marquis of Song, and he came to look for your Marquis, and you dare to stop him? ”

Song Nan frowned, why did Zhu Chenhao come here to find him, it was still early, and it was not time to go to the banquet.