As the commander-in-chief of Jinyiwei, Song Hui only had a half-day off on the morning of the first day of the new year to worship his ancestors. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The emperor sympathized with Song Hui as a newlywed and granted him a seven-day long vacation.

Seven days of joy during the Spring Festival.

Accompanied by Song Hui, although Chunqing had a strong stomach, she went back to her parents' house to visit the temple fair and watch the lanterns, and she had a lot of fun.

Even the snow scene in the West Mountain, she went to see it.

Of course, it was Meizizi who sat on the eight-lift sedan chair and was carried to the top of the mountain steadily.

At that time, sitting in a warm and comfortable luxury sedan chair, enjoying her little Angelica's diligent tea and water, Chunqing was fascinated by the death of love for this evil old society.

God is always fair, maybe she really can't stand Chunqing's corrupt life of eating and drinking freely every day, on the day when Song Hui's seventh day of vacation is about to end, Chunqing and Song Hui are lying side by side on the soft couch and licking pig's trotters with Erlang's legs crossed.

Bad news fell from the sky.

Song Hui received the holy decree and was appointed by the emperor as a special envoy for disaster relief, and immediately set off for disaster relief in the snow-stricken south.

The father-in-law who passed on the holy decree stood firmly in the Mingzhi Hall, and looked at Song Hui with his eyes like silk, "Lord Song, let's enter the palace with the miscellaneous family." "The orchid finger is warped, and the voice is suppressed and frustrated, which is particularly lethal.

Chunqing felt that if he was given a door frame, he would be able to open and do business immediately, and the good manly guests would definitely rush forward like hungry wolves.

Song Hui wanted to die.

Father-in-law, can you go to Yichun Garden and wait, let me say goodbye to my daughter-in-law.

Song Hui stuffed a red envelope into his father-in-law's hand, and said with a smile: "You move to Yichun Garden to sit down for a while, the old lady is also very worried about Concubine Ru." ”

Pinching the thick red envelope in his hand, his father-in-law showed a pity and sad expression, "Lord Shizi, you should go with the miscellaneous family immediately." ”

In other words, the emperor has sent you four holy decrees in a row, what does it mean that you hide them one by one!

Before leaving the palace, the emperor commanded with a dark face, "If that kid Song Hui dares to hide my holy decree under the bed again, you will tie people up to me and return him as a rabbit cub." ”

"You are accommodating, just a stick of incense, I will personally go to Yichun Garden to pick you up." Song Hui smiled politely and took out another red envelope.

Looking at the thickness of the red envelope, the father-in-law twitched his eyelids, bit it, took a deep breath and said, "Then you are numb." ”

Lao Tzu is out of the way, and I have been looking at the house in the western suburbs for a long time.

After that, the father-in-law of the inner chamberlain went straight to Yichun Garden.

If you go to Yichun Garden, you will definitely be able to receive red envelopes, isn't it just that you will be scolded by the emperor when you go back late, who can't get along with the silver.

After her father-in-law left, Song Hui walked up to Chunqing, took her hand and said in a daze: "I'm not here, you have to protect yourself and your children." ”

His tone was solemn and low, and the atmosphere in the room was suddenly a little depressed, but the smell of Zhang Ji's braised pig's feet wafted in the air, which made people feel weird and nondescript.

Chunqing lightly slapped Song Hui's chest, and said with a smile: "Why are you so serious, you are just going for a few days, aren't you busy when you took over General Shen's army and your toes are not off the ground, I still have a good job." ”

Song Hui grabbed Chunqing's hand tightly, his eyes glowing with a fiery and persistent light, "This time is different, Mama Tian is dead, they won't give up." ”

How vicious the methods of the second uncle and the second aunt were, he knew best in his heart.

At this moment, Song Hui wanted to tell Chunqing the secret hidden in his heart for many years, but after hesitating, he still chose to remain silent.

With such a shocking secret, he was afraid that Chunqing would hurt the fetal gas because of fear and worry, so it would be better to wait until she gave birth safely.

"Chunqing, you must wait for me to come back safely." Song Hui's eyes were full of melancholy and worry, like the layers of rising mist at the foot of the mountain, constantly swirling.

"I'm not here, you have to eat three meals a day on time, don't be picky eaters, and eat meat and vegetables."

"I'm not here, you have to go to bed early and get up early, take care of yourself, and don't kick the quilt at night."

"I'm not here, you are not allowed to cry, a bad mood will affect the baby."

"I'm not here, you have to always be on guard against the second room, bring Bai Ting wherever you go, and Mama Wang if necessary."

"I'm not here, if you miss me, you can write to me, Bai Ting knows how to mail it to me."

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Regarding my absence on this topic, Song Huiyang played a full game.

Song Hui's sad mood finally succeeded in infecting Chunqing, and at the moment when Song Hui left the Zhenguo Mansion with her father-in-law, Chunqing suddenly found that there was a crystal clear teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye.

Round and piping hot.

Raising her hand to wipe away the tears with the back of her hand, Chunqing was shocked to realize that she didn't prepare a change of clothes for Song Hui, didn't sort out Song Hui's shoes and socks belt, and didn't bring dry food and silver tickets for Song Hui...... Nothing.

Sky!

Her husband was going to go far away, and she was so stupid that her mind was so muddy that she didn't do anything.

Chunqing turned around and immediately ordered Bai Peony and Bai Zhi to prepare, and then hung a dozen big burdens on poor Bai Ting, and told her to hand them over to Song Hui before Song Hui left.

As a result, such a strange picture appeared in front of the palace.

A thin little girl stood there shivering in anticipation of a dozen bags wrapped in cotton cloth embroidered with big red flowers, facing the cold wind.

Below the tip of the red nose and above the purple lips, a bright potato flour flowed from time to time.

At the same time, in the long, narrow willow alley, the melted snow from the eaves on the left and right sides of the eaves trickled down to the ground along the icicles that had not yet melted and hung below the eaves, forming one small puddle after another.

Second Master Song carried the corner of his robe, with a tragic bitter gourd on his face, and cautiously walked through one small puddle after another, and walked towards the residence of the goddess in his heart with difficulty.

Today, Da Lang went out to the south for disaster relief, and his family sent him off, he shouldn't have come here.

However, he couldn't help it.

Whether it is Qiao's or Yu Niangzi, no one can compare with her.

As long as he thought of the graceful figure and stunning face of the goddess in his heart, Second Master Song felt like 10,000 howling cats in his heart, one after another, making him restless.

The last time he came with a gift, Second Master Song didn't see his goddess, this time he must go into her room to drink a cup of hot tea.

It would be even better if you could touch her delicate little hands again by the way.

Finally, when he stepped over countless puddles and made a pair of boots made of small yak leather muddy, Second Master Song stopped steadily at a closed green paint gate.

Before the door was slammed, he was already sweating profusely.

"Master, the little one will call you the door." The little servant who followed Second Master Song smiled and stepped forward and raised his hand to knock on the door.

At this moment, the green paint door creaked open. (To be continued.) )