The Song Mansion on the top of the Python Mountain in the heavy capital is full of civil engineering, and the courtyards in the house are thousands, thousands of turns, like a huge labyrinth.

Even the three major families in Jingshan County are nearly 108,000 miles behind the luxury of this family.

The people were in a hurry, and they were not busy, but their faces were full of festive smiles.

That's right, today's heavy capital Song Mansion is about to take place a festive event.

Song Yuan's wife, Dou Qinghe, who is known as "Song Gong" in Chongdu, is finally about to give birth to a second son for "Song Gong".

In Dou Qinghe's Xia He Green Courtyard, there are not only countless subordinates nervously guarding outside the room, but also countless palace guards outside the courtyard, which can be said to be truly heavily guarded.

Song Yuan, the Duke of Song, who had good facial features, full of divine court, and was wearing a blue and black brocade robe, was pacing back and forth outside the house, looking a little nervous.

The eldest son, who was only five or six years old, was in the arms of his personal maid, his bright, dark eyes widened and he was a little dazed.

With a loud baby cry of "wow".

The child was born.

The midwife happily ran out of the room, blushing and excited.

"Song Gong, born, born, is indeed a big fat boy."

Song Yuan was overjoyed.

He is quite famous in the Great Xuan Emperor Jing, and the imperial doctor is right in his diagnosis.

Dou Qinghe's arms did give birth to another boy for him.

He waved his hand and said with pride.

"Reward!"

One word, but like thunder, fell into the courtyard, and the midwife who smashed it was full of joy.

Song Yuan didn't pay any attention to the midwife, but strode into the room and saw Dou Qinghe, who was pale.

At this moment, the woman was almost extremely weak, but she still couldn't hide her beauty.

In the wooden cradle that had been prepared next to her, a whitewashed doll was sleeping, giving the impression of a flawless golden child.

Song Yuan looked at this doll and liked it how he looked at it.

The next moment, he walked to the bed and held Dou Qinghe's hand tightly.

"Madam, hard work!"

Dou Qinghe smiled and shook his head.

"It's not hard, it's Qinghe's honor to be able to add more heirs to her husband."

"Husband, give the child a name."

Song Yuan said with a smile.

"My eldest son is called Song He, and my second son is called Song Mu, I hope that my Song family will be harmonious."

Dou Qinghe said with a smile.

"The husband is wise."

And the little Song Mu looked at Song Yuan and his wife with wide eyes at this time, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

There is golden luck in the Song Mansion.

And this luck is actually in Dou Qinghe.

That's right, Song Mu is Jiang Li's distraction.

This reincarnation was very good, and the plan could go smoothly.

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Dou Qinghe had just given birth and was very weak.

Song Mu had just been born and was also very weak.

They need to rest.

Song Yuan chatted with Dou Qinghe for a while, then walked out of the room and closed the door gently and carefully.

This man, who is like the emperor of the soil in Chongdu, is full of tenderness in the Song Mansion, in front of his wife and children.

In any case, how to be a good husband and father, others can learn a lot from him.

But there are very few people who have the opportunity to learn from Song Yuan.

Don't say that Song Du, in Daxuan, not everyone has the opportunity to know Song Yuan.

Even though Jiang Li is now the city god of Jingshan County, he is still a frog at the bottom of the well, he has seen the world of Jingshan County, but he has not seen the world of Daxuan, and he doesn't know what it means to be the capital of Songfu.

Song He was young, looking at Dou Qinghe's room, but his eyes were a little complicated and profound, not like what a child of this age should have, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, a subordinate in the house hurriedly ran over and said.

"Master, there is a warlock outside who calls himself Yuan Xun and asks to see him."

Who is Yuan Xun?

The people of the Song Mansion don't know.

But Song Yuan knew.

He was stunned like thunder, and he was stunned in place.

It's as if I've seen something unbelievable.

After a while, he came back to his senses and looked solemn.

"Come to my study quickly, prepare good tea, and no one can disturb me without my orders."

After finishing speaking, he strode towards the study next to the main hall of the Song Mansion.

Song He looked at his father's back and thought about it.

Every night, my father loved to tell him stories.

Among those countless stories, there is the story of Yuan Xun.

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The study room of the Song Mansion is full of books.

This is the forbidden place of the Song Mansion, not to mention outsiders, that is, in the Song Mansion, only Song Yuan's blood relatives can enter here.

Of course, if an outsider enters here, they will be surprised and can't close their mouths.

Because the books hidden here not only contain the classic knowledge of the hundreds of schools of thought, but also countless cultivation classics.

If this Song Mansion is what kind of mansion it is, and what is the identity of this Song Yuan in Daxuan, then if the distracted Song Mu stays in the Song Mansion for a while, Jiang Li will understand how good his luck is in this distraction reincarnation.

There are countless princes and princes of Daxuan.

But there are only a few people who can really have a different surname.

And Song Yuan is one of these few.

In Daxuan, Song Yuan's Song Gong is the real Song Gong, not an honorific title.

Because Song Yuan's ancestor was once named the Duke of Zhennan by the Great Xuan Taizu, and he was hereditary.

And the distracted Song Mu, who was just born, was already the son of Gonghou.

At this time, a thin figure, exuding a rich literary atmosphere, a tall figure, and sharp facial features, a man with white temples and black robes stood in the study, standing in the study, his eyes seemed to hide countless stars, bright and bright, and fascinating.

He is Yuan Xun.

A mediocre name.

But for the big people of the entire Daxuan, this name is like thunder.

It is said that the Great Xuan Taizu had personally invited this man out of the mountain many times, but he refused.

The emperors of the Great Xuan Dynasty also invited this man out of the mountain, but he also refused.

There is only one person in the whole world who can refuse the emperors of the Great Xuan Dynasty and can be safe and sound.

And no one knows how long he lived.

Throughout the ages, only immortals can live forever.

Yuan Xun was once speculated by countless big figures in Daxuan to be an immortal walking in the world.

After a while, Song Yuan walked into the study and came to Yuan Xun to salute respectfully.

"Song Yuan, the prince of Zhennan, has seen Mr. Yuan, but I don't know if Mr. Yuan is coming to the cold house, what advice do you have?"

Yuan Xun smiled.

"Humble House?"

"If your Zhennan Gong Song Mansion is also a humble house in Daxuan, then in the entire Daxuan world, only the palace can be regarded as having some appearance."

"Congratulations, Song Yuan, you have another son."

"Now that the Great Xuan Dynasty is about to collapse and the troubled times are coming, I don't know what your Song Yuan plans are?"

Song Yuan became short of breath for a while.

Yuan Xun does not do things for Daxuan.

So what did he mean by asking these words?

Could it be that Yuan Xianren, who has been silent for countless years and is full of fog on his body, is about to go out of the mountain?

Before Song Yuan could speak, Yuan Xun continued.

"Don't fool me with the rhetoric of loyalty and righteousness, Da Xuan is dead, who are you loyal to, and who are you righteous to?"

"Don't worry, I promise that today's conversation will be earless!"