Exercises

As soon as Mrs. Song left, she immediately moved the ground, leaned against the beauty couch, and shouted that she was tired.

"Let Xiaoman and the others come over and press me. This day, I'm so tired of being an old lady!" Song Ci hit his waist, not saying it was fake, but it was really tired.

After all, it was an old bone. I hadn't been sitting for a long time, let alone socializing for most of the time, and the corners of my mouth were laughing stiff.

Madam Gong called someone and said, "The Prime Minister has arrived just now."

Song Ci said oh and asked, "Why don't you see me in?"

"It was probably because I heard what you said to the eldest lady, so I didn't come in." Madam Gong lit a calm incense.

Song Ci didn't care about the man's son's incoming family and said, "It's just right that I can't talk to him anymore. After all, they are parents. What should the marriage between children be their own will be determined by themselves. I'm old and I can't control it."

Madam Gong looked at the fatigue on her face and said, "You said you can't help it, but you're still trying to find out this candidate. In the past, you thought the eldest young master could even be worthy of the princess, but now you feel that Miss Wen looks down on him again?"

"In my heart, Su'er is worthy of everyone, but they may not think so. From the beginning, they were not willing to marry each other. They were too tired. They really became a good couple. They looked down on each other's ways. How could they discuss this? "Song Ci sighed: "Young couples cannot have a discussion and measure. Over time, it is inevitable that they will feel resentment. Over time, men will change and then take concubines, and women will also become resentful women. Why bother?"

"Old Nu Rong reminds you that all the couples have come here like this. Even the close relationship when they were young, they will slowly return to silence and dullness. Don't be too demanding."

Song Ci smiled and said, "I know, so this is not something that can be chosen to be satisfactory. It is better to make the child happy than anything else."

Madam Gong said, "You are so soft-hearted, but you don't know that there will be regrets in the world. If you force yourself too much, you will be unable to understand the method..."

She paused and turned to look. The old lady had closed her eyes at some point, snoring softly, couldn't help laughing, and sighing again.

They winked at Xiaoman and the others, and the latter withdrew his hand, then stepped back lightly, took a blanket, gently covered Song Ci before retreating.

Madam Gong tucked the corner of the quilt, and saw that Song Ci's face was a trace of fatigue that could not be dissipated. She couldn't help but purse her lips. She didn't want to do anything to do for the Song family from the bottom of her heart. She would have to carefully consider the marriage of her grandchildren.

"I just hope they will miss you too." Madam Gong pushed away the fine silver threads on her face and murmured.

When Mrs. Song returned to the main courtyard, Song Zhiyuan was leaning on the beauty couch at the south window in a daze, his eyebrows were deeply locked, as if he had something to make a decision.

"When will the Prime Minister come back?"

"I have been back a long time ago. I have discussed with the gentlemen in the meeting room before I came back. I know you are holding a banquet and didn't alarm you. You are so healthy. Can you still stand this social event for a day?"

Grandma Song asked the maid to serve the big clothes for the guests behind the screen. After a while, she changed into a home clothes. Her complicated hair bun was also disassembled, and she removed the extra hairpin and rings. She only put a loose bun on her face and cleaned her face before sitting on the other end of the couch.

"It's really tiring. After all, I haven't had such social engagements for more than a year, but I have gained something."
Chapter completed!