husband and wife

Chapter 447

For a while, Song Ziheng, an unappreciable fourth-rank official, also became very popular among the dignitaries in the capital, but he kept a low profile. After entertaining Xiao Zhen and Zeng Changan, he went to visit Liu Shangshu's mansion again, and thanked the guests behind closed doors. .

Song Ziheng was still worried that Liu Shangshu had a purpose to support him, and when he came back from the visit, he was completely at ease, and told Su Wan: "Master Liu said that because of the previous incident, he has always felt guilty, and now he is apologizing. And it's only a matter of one sentence, the sage already has an impression of me, that's why he wants to see me."

"I'm afraid it's not just the previous matter?" Su Wan raised her eyebrows and asked back, she was not polite. The high-ranking Master Shang Shu really couldn't afford to take such care of Song Ziheng for such a trivial matter.

"Young lady is really smart." Song Ziheng nodded and said, "I see that Master Liu is quite close to Brother Heng Yuan, and I'm afraid it's because of Brother Heng Yuan."

Although Su Wan didn't feel relieved, that Ms. Liu hasn't married yet, she might look like she's going to die forever, it's not so easy to get rid of, but seeing Song Ziheng's expression, she just smiled and said: "As long as he Don't embarrass us, it doesn't matter what it is."

Miss Liu has never been her threat. Flies can't bite into seamless eggs. If a man is unwilling, ten cows can't be pulled back. She is confident.

The predictions of everyone in the capital finally came true. The saint canonized Prince Rong as the crown prince, but it was only half a year later. Many things happened in the past six months. True love, and there is no reigning queen, the saint insisted on burying the noble concubine with the ceremony of the queen, but no one stopped him.

The main reason is that the saint is also seriously ill. He has been supporting his poor health, and he is not optimistic under repeated blows. He insisted on finishing the funeral. During the period of national mourning, the saint fell into a coma again. It was at this time that Xiao Zhen received the imperial decree , was named the prince and at the same time supervised the country for the saint.

Song Ziheng was not too young to be crowned prince, Zhan Shifu finally ushered in his master, Song Ziheng naturally became a clear-cut princeling, and also a future upstart who was seriously sought after by everyone.

History has really changed. Su Wan felt that she hadn't done anything, but Song Ziheng had contributed more. If he hadn't discovered the Qiongzhou Rebellion in advance, Xiao Zhen left Beijing at a sensitive time, and the Fourth Prince would have been terminally ill on the way back to Beijing. Therefore, in the heart of the sage, the death of the fourth prince has nothing to do with him, so he can reap the benefits.

He was promoted to prince and crown prince not because of Xiao Zhen's meritorious service, but because the sage believed in him and was willing to use him to beat the two suspected elder sons.

Of course it wasn't completely changed, at least one year before Xiao Zhen ascended the throne, Grandma Song did pass away as recorded, and it was recorded in history books that it was because Song Ziheng returned home to Ding You.

Except for Mrs. Su and Mrs. Su who stayed in Beijing to take care of business, everyone else returned home, especially Song Ziheng and Su Wan, who were going to stay at the Song family for three years, bringing a huge amount of luggage.

During Song Ziheng and Dingyou's reign, Crown Prince Xiao Zhen ascended the throne, respected Concubine Shun as Empress Dowager, and crowned Concubine Concubine as Empress, and pardoned the world at the same time.

In the delicate and small lotus pond, several lotus flowers float on the water surface, the lotus leaves are green and leisurely, and the wind blows and sends bursts of fragrance.

In the small pavilion by the side of the lotus pond, there is a table table. Two boys, one big and one small, lay out paper and paint in front of the lotus pond. Halfway through the painting, the younger one drops his masterpiece and rushes to the little boy next to him. In front of him, the young man's table is taller than him, and the little guy stood on tiptoe and said, "Brother, I've finished the drawing, I'll help you!" But there was a horizontal bar that frightened the scenery.

The boy separated the pen, sighed and looked at the little guy, who smiled brightly at him: "Isn't it great?"

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched: "Go back and draw your own."

The little guy nodded, and while waving his pen and saying "You're welcome", he ran back to his desk happily, picking up his pen to draw.

The young man lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then picked up the pen again, tapped some water on the tip of the pen, and lightly smudged the horizontal stripes. After a while, a dead branch appeared on the tip of the pen, forming a sharp contrast with the lotus flowers in the pond.

"Is the painting finished?" Song Ziheng looked at his two sons and asked with a warm and magnetic male voice from behind him.

For three years, Ding You didn't care about government affairs, he only read books and painted paintings every day, taught his children to accompany his wife, and he was able to be filial in front of his parents. No matter how difficult it is to find someone who lived longer than her, and passed away peacefully in a sleep, people call it happy mourning, and the sadness will naturally be diluted a lot.

Song Ziheng's taste for books is much heavier now, and his gestures are elegant and gentle as jade.

Song Liangchen nodded after brushing the pen, but Song Liangyi was much faster than him, he had already reached out and grabbed his masterpiece, and sent it up like a show: "Father, I finished the painting!"

The little guy had the same big eyes as Su Wan's. He kept asking him if he was beautiful. No matter how upright Song Ziheng was, he couldn't stand it anymore. He looked away and nodded, "Yes, yes, keep up the good work."

After speaking, he picked up Song Liangchen's painting, and said admiringly: "Yes, there is already some charm, and painting should be so peaceful."

The young man pursed his lips, a glint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Song Ziheng's eyes fell on the branch, a flash of understanding flashed across his face, and he said, "Did Liang Yi make trouble again?"

Song Liangchen didn't take the opportunity to sue, Song Liangyi moved his ears and protested: "I didn't make trouble, my brother said I painted very well!"

Su Wan walked over from a distance: "What are you still doing in the pavilion, aren't you hungry?"

"Not hungry, we are painting." Song Liangyi rushed to the railing and replied loudly to Su Wan.

Su Wan raised her eyebrows and smiled, before simply stepping onto the pavilion: "Can I get full from painting?"

Song Liangyi didn't answer, and showed the masterpiece to Su Wan as if offering a treasure, with a little pride in his tone: "Look, mother, I drew it, and dad said it looks good!"

Su Wan turned her eyes away in dismay, and said implicitly, "Well, your father has really unique taste."

The little guy didn't understand, pretending that Su Wan was also praising him, he blew on the ink on the painting with a smile, and said: "Since parents like it so much, I'll give it to you, frame it and hang it up!"

Su Wan also smiled and said: "Okay, frame it and hang it in your father's study."

(End of this chapter)