: Repaying me with me?

Emperor Chu finally realized that he had paid the wrong payment.

Just because Song Ci wanted to accumulate merit, she even took the document written by herself and asked her to write it, looking like she was afraid that she would not admit it.

On this day, Mrs. Song contributed her planting technology and should remember her a merit.

This is written on paper.

Emperor Chu looked at his loyal minister, and he looked like your mother, what kind of routine is this?

Song Zhiyuan pretended to be calm on his face, but in fact he was stunned by Song Ci's actions, and was so panicked.

My mother’s move is undoubtedly a reward for her. She is going to be on the road to death!

"Mom, what are you doing? How could you make such a joke with the emperor?" Song Zhiyuan pretended to be helpless and sucked the piece of paper.

Song Ci hid and said, "Can't you save this?"

Song Zhiyuan frowned.

Song Ci folded the paper calmly and sighed to herself: "Forget it, I still want to accumulate these merits. When I die in the future, my descendants can at least take it out and sing and remember it in the mourning hall, proving that your mother and I are also people who have made contributions to Daqing."

Her voice pretended to be low, but her eyes were sweeping against Emperor Chu and the others.

In terms of acting, I can do it.

Sure enough, seeing that both of them changed their faces slightly, they were obviously a bit jealous of the word "death".

They also saw Song Ci's white hair and silver threads with her head slightly hanging down. She was old and carried her back.

Song Zhiyuan pursed his lips and looked at Emperor Chu, with the corners of his lips twitching.

Emperor Chu smiled and took Song Ci's paper and said, "What did your aunt say? Even if there is no proof, I will remember your achievements. When this planting technology is really coming out, it will also explain to the people that it is your contribution. Now, I will draw this proof for you first?"

He took the ink paste from Madam Gong's hand, pressed his thumb, pressed his jade ring, and handed it to Song Ci.

Song Ci took it and looked at it, bowed to Emperor Chu with a smile, and said, "No need to say that you can show your merits to the people. I don't want to show off this. I just want to be an example for my descendants and be a capable person in the future to contribute to Daqing, so that they will not regret being Daqing people in this life."

Emperor Chu was moved again.

Song Ci took the document and solemnly bowed: "Your Majesty, today I am relying on my old age. Please forgive me. I haven't had many years to live, so let me be arrogant."

"Auntie, you will live a hundred years old." Emperor Chu quickly winked at Song Zhiyuan, "Your mother, get it done quickly."

Song Zhiyuan said: "Mom, you have come back from a banquet. After standing for so long, you are tired. It's time to go back and rest."

Song Ci wanted to do it.

She took Madam Gong's hand and left quickly.

Emperor Chu saw the person leaving, then looked at Song Zhiyuan and frowned and said, "Auntie, she said that word more than once. Is it wrong in her body? Is it just hidden from you?"

Song Zhiyuan was also frightened and hesitated: "There is a doctor next to her who keeps helping her with treatment, but it's logical that I won't."

Emperor Chu: "Be careful. The old man is older and understands his health best. I am afraid... I asked Dr. Fang from the Imperial Hospital to come to ask for Ping'an's pulse every other day?"

Although there were doctors and doctors at home, the emperor's actions were also a show of grace. Song Zhiyuan thanked him without thinking.

He was also afraid that Song Ci would know his business and thought that his time was approaching and that he would be so strange.

Song Ci didn't know that she was being slandered, so she returned to Chunhui Hall, looked at the quotation again and again, and solemnly locked it into the secret compartment at the head of her bed.
Chapter completed!