Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 522 1 more

After Song Yuanbao took a bath, he took a good rest overnight, and the next day he recovered more than half of his energy, and went to the Qingteng Residence to see Wen Wan after eating breakfast.

Jinbao was also on vacation, and the little guy just got up lazily, clinging to Wen Wan's side, while Song Jiao reported the accounts.

Wen Wan doesn't have the energy to take care of it, and Song Jiao has learned to be in charge of the house these days.

The little girl got started very quickly, and in just half a month, she took care of the family affairs in an orderly manner. She gently teased her, saying that she will be a good wife and mother when she comes to her husband's house in the future.

The little girl blushed and continued to tell her about the budget and expenses for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Hearing the voice from inside, Song Yuanbao raised the curtain and stepped in.

"Brother!" Jin Bao rushed over as soon as he saw Song Yuanbao.

He always wanted to go to the front yard to play with his brother, but everyone said that his brother was sick and couldn't bother him.

The little guy thought his brother had returned to the palace again, and he was depressed by himself for several days. Now that he finally saw someone, his little face was full of excitement.

Song Yuanbao touched his little head and asked, "Isn't it a holiday? Why don't you sleep more?"

Jin Bao grunted and shook his head, "Wake up from hunger."

Song Yuanbao was amused by him, and wanted to ask him habitually how his homework was these few days and whether he had listened carefully, but when he thought of Mr. Jinbao, he suddenly felt that it was worth not mentioning it, so he pulled him to the armchair and sat down.

Jin Bao asked him, "Is brother alright?"

Song Yuanbao heard that Jinbao was asking about his illness, he turned his head to the side, and saw Wen Wan and Song Jiao's eyes were glued to him.

Song Yuanbao clenched his hands into fists and coughed to his lips, "I'm just not in a good state of mind. After a few days of rest, I've almost recovered."

Song Jiao looked scared, "Brother, you scared us a lot a few days ago. Grandpa and grandma were almost worried to death, especially grandma, who went to the temple twice for you. If you are not good, she will not be sure. What's the hurry!"

"I know." Song Yuanbao smiled, "I'm already healed, haven't I?"

As he spoke, he turned around twice.

Wen Wan raised her hand to let him sit down, "It's hard to see improvement after being sick for so many days, don't make yourself dizzy for a while and then throw up after eating."

Song Yuanbao rubbed his nose and muttered softly, "I'm actually not that weak."

"No matter how capable you are, you are not made of copper." Wen Wan said: "In the future, you are not allowed to stay up late and hurt your body, understand? Otherwise, you will fall ill again, and no one can save you."

To this, Song Yuanbao had no words to refute.

Jin Bao listened to them blankly, then tilted his head to look at Song Yuanbao, "Brother, I want to fly a kite."

Healing from a serious illness seems to be reborn. Song Yuanbao is now full of energy and interested in everything. When he heard that Jinbao wanted to fly a kite, he agreed without thinking about it, and asked Jinbao if he had a kite.

Jin Bao shook his head and said no.

Song Yuanbao didn't think it was troublesome, so he would do it now if he didn't have one.

After greeting Wen Wan and Song Jiao, Song Yuanbao took the little guy out the door, and the voices of the two brothers disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Song Jiao looked at the backs of the two in relief, and looked at Wen Wan when she looked away, "Aunt Third, what did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince say to Eldest Brother yesterday? Why did Eldest Brother seem to heal overnight without any medicine?"

She glanced at her with a gentle smile, "Little girl, why are you so curious?"

It was rare for her to be impolitely alluded by Wen Wan, and a bit of embarrassment appeared on Song Jiao's face.

Wen Wan sighed, "I don't know what Your Highness told him, but why Yuan Bao got sick, just think about your mood when you first came to the capital."

Of course Song Jiao remembered that when she first came to Beijing, her three uncles and aunts treated her very well, but she was very resistant in her heart, she didn't want to talk to anyone, she felt annoyed, she wanted to go home, and missed her parents and younger siblings.

Thinking about it this way, Song Jiao suddenly understood Song Yuanbao, and said with emotion: "For two years, elder brother has made himself a palace man."

Wen Wan was noncommittal, the room was silent for a moment, and she asked Song Jiao to continue talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival shopping.

Although Song Wei had three days off, he was still very busy.

He was the emperor's favored person first, and now he sent the eldest prince to the East Palace with his own hands. His official career was bright, and there were countless people who fawned on him, and piles of invitations came to him every day.

On the first day of the holiday, Song Wei waited patiently in the front yard for a day. When someone came again the next day, he simply slipped away through the back door and hid at Xie Zheng's house, but was stopped by Xie Zheng to ask academic questions for half an afternoon.

When Song Wei came back, his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion.

Wen Wan couldn't help laughing at him: "Xie Zheng's temperament is upright, why would you think of going to his house instead of Xu's?"

Song Wei obviously didn't expect to encounter such a situation.

"I was in a hurry." He said, "I didn't think much about it at the time, probably because I grew up together, and the first thing that came to mind was him."

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival." Wen Wan reminded him: "Master Song, there is only one day left of your vacation."

"I'm not going anywhere tomorrow." Song Wei quickly stabilized his mood, and the gaze he cast over was gentle and gentle, "I'll stay with you at home."

"Okay." Wen Wan said: "For the sake of you still remembering me, I'll ask someone to make you more mooncakes."

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is different from last year.

Although Song Yuanbao returned home last year, he often got into the carriage and left in a hurry before nightfall.

This year it is a rare opportunity to have dinner with my family and watch the moon.

Mrs. Song attributed Song Yuanbao's recovery to the fact that she went to the temple to burn incense to show her spirit. When admiring the moon, she insisted on worshiping the moon god, saying that sincerity will bring spirituality.

Song Yuanbao saw Jinbao's little guy worshiping decently on the futon in front of the altar, so he had no choice but to kneel down and worshiped three times devoutly.

When I stood up, I heard Jinbao cheering, "Eat mooncakes!"

After finishing speaking, he handed moon cakes to everyone very politely.

Qingzhou Mansion, Xu Dengke’s hometown, was far away, and neither master nor servant went back. During the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Song Mansion, the little fellows each distributed mooncakes. Two halves, just about to hand out half, thought for a while, then retracted and broke into a quarter size, and then gave one of them to Xu Dengke.

Everyone: "..."

Wen Wan: "Jinbao, you have to eat a whole mooncake to have a happy family reunion. How can you divide the mooncakes like this? Hurry up and get another one for your husband."

Jin Bao said, "Sir, take it easy. I'll give him one, and he'll eat it till dawn."

"That's not okay." Wen Wan's attitude was firm, in front of so many people, she didn't want her son to be too rude.

Under the gentle gaze, Jin Bao had no choice but to pass the moon cake to Xu Dengke again.

Xu Dengke was slow to reach out, and it was Agui who picked him up. This young man was very personable. In front of everyone in the Song family, he went through the process of making treasures. First, he broke the mooncakes in half, and then Break one half into two halves, keep the more for yourself, and pass the smaller piece to his master.

(End of this chapter)