Song Ciren was old and thought about the trouble caused by the old man, but he didn't even sleep well. He wanted to sleep back, but he didn't expect that the Qingcheng Uncle would come so soon.

She glanced at the old almanac on the wall. She was 28 years old today, so the other party was so anxious that she couldn't wait.

Good guy must be careful and prepared.

Song Ci was facing a great enemy and said, "Go and notify the old master, is the prime minister at home?"

"The prime minister is at home, and it is the prime minister who personally receives the Qingcheng Uncle."

Song Ci was surprised. The spoiled son was personally welcomed? Then she felt relieved.

When Madam Gong saw her nervous expression relaxed instantly, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Are you not anxious?"

"With the boss here, he is a personal sperm. Can he suffer a loss in front of a mere old man? He will definitely be able to revive this game of chess." Song Ci said.

Madam Gong: "You were worried about not being able to sleep last night. In front of your son and daughter-in-law, you scolded and beat the old man. You are not panicked now."

Song Ci snorted: "That old man, you don't know how to be so arrogant if you don't scold him. Look, drinking a few sips of horse pee with someone will bring such a bastard, hum."

Madam Gong pulled the corners of her lips.

Song Ci pointed to a little maid: "You go to the small study and wait. If the Qingcheng Uncle left, let the prime minister come to see me immediately."

The little maid bowed her knees and bowed quickly.

Song Ci pointed to another maid and beat her legs.

...

Song Zhiyuan knew that Qingcheng Bo would come to the door, but he didn't expect that he would be so impatient. Thinking of the information placed in the study before dawn today, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Prince, uncle is here." The servant reported at the door.

Song Zhiyuan walked to the door of the study and saw an old man with a rich and noble appearance, a golden crown and a dark red brocade robe embroidered with a young man of eleven or twelve years old, but he was not the young man from the Qingcheng Bo Mansion he had seen in the past. He couldn't help but look at him.

"You are so happy to welcome the door. Yunzhi is really a mistake. Qingcheng No. 1, you haven't seen each other for several months. You are still energetic and have a rosy face." Song Zhiyuan smiled three times and bowed to Qingcheng No. 1.

The Qingcheng Bo smiled and said, "Song Xiang is holding me, the old man with words. Your dear prime minister, welcome me here in person. It is my blessing for such a bad man."

"You are an elder and are not in the court now. Don't call me Song Xiang or something. If you don't have to break me, just call me my name?" Song Zhiyuan said helplessly.

Qingcheng Bo's eyes curled: "So, since you are so kind, and your father and I are close friends, I'm so bold, Yunzhi?"

Song Zhiyuan's eyes flashed lightly, and he let out a quick voice, then looked at the young man who was one step behind him, with questions in his eyes.

"Look at me, I'm so confused. This is the old man's grandson. Ding Xingsan, the man in the family, is Song Xiang. Why don't you come forward to give a big gift to the prime minister?" Qingcheng Bo looked at the young man behind him.

The child stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and bowed to Song Zhiyuan: "Boy Yuan Hao, I have met the prime minister."

"Hey, there is no need to be too polite. The ground is cold, get up quickly." Song Zhiyuan raised his hand and ordered the servant who served in the study: "Look at how many young masters in the mansion can be in the mansion at this time. If they are there, let them come to see the guests."

"yes."
Chapter completed!