Especially there is such a big Buddha around here.

"What's wrong, he's here again?"

Shen Qingci was unexpected. This time the county magistrate was determined. If it didn’t work once, twice, twice, it was three times. What time has this been? Hum?

"Yes, Madam, is that County Magistrate Song coming again?"

"Mr. Song?" Shen Qingci frowned slightly. This surname reminded her of someone.

"What is the full name of this County Magistrate Song?"

She actually just asked casually.

"Song Mingjiang," the three words Mu Yang answered made Shen Qingci squint the corners of his lips.

Oh...it's really him.

And she really didn't know when that person became so tough. Since she was so determined, even if there were more dangers ahead, even if she gave up her face for her official career, she had to persevere.

If I had some perseverance back then, why did I marry someone else?

To sum up, Song Mingjiang is actually just an ordinary person who loves himself more than others.

And it seems that there is no mistake to love yourself.

"Madam, see you?"

Mu Yang asked Shen Qingci.

"Yeah..." Shen Qingci laughed, but the smile only reached the lips, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

"not see."

Mu Yang understood, then bowed to Shen Qing and left.

"Mr. Song, please come back."

Mu Yang stretched out his hand and compared the word "Ask". My master was not willing to see Lord Song. As long as Lord Song was really honest and honest, and let the people live and work in peace, he would be the master of my family.

Song Mingjiang's heart thumped.

This is very nice. No one in this world wants to do it. If there is such a person around you, if you don’t do it well, it may be the way to die of the previous county magistrate.

"Mr. Song, please come back."

Mu Yang said another word and then closed the door.

"Please wait!"

Song Mingjiang hurriedly stepped forward and bent his waist slightly. He looked humble and couldn't feel annoying when he looked at it. I have to say that although Qian hated it, he gave Song Mingjiang a very good look.

"Please tell me, Lord Song."

Mu Yang was still smiling, but there were few traces at the corners of her eyes. I think she was not a person who loved to laugh too much.

"The official wants to ask," Song Mingjiang bowed again.

"Who is the master in the mansion? Xiaguan happens to be an old acquaintance with Prince Jun's mansion. I wonder if the head of the family is?"

Sen Yang sneered in his heart, are he stupid?

No one in this world dares to have a relationship with his master, Prince Bijun's Mansion. Who is his master, who is the real royal relative. Song Mingjiang's relationship is far-reaching, and I don't know who he has touched.

"The head of the family does not participate in court affairs and does not like to make friends. Please go back."

After saying that, he slammed and asked someone to close the door. Just like the previous few days, he was not polite at all, but turned Song Mingjiang down again.

Before Song Mingjiang could finish his words, he was locked outside the door. This time, he had been here more than five times.

I think I can't come here anymore. Even if he doesn't give up, he is afraid of the disgust of that person.

What he can do is be careful and conscientious, so as not to let others find out their own faults. Even if the one is a royal relative, he will not be able to catch any of his handle.

He turned around and said to the person behind him, "Go back."

But when the oncoming wind blew on his forehead, his forehead was jumping from time to time.

He pressed his forehead, and he had a headache.

Sitting in the sedan chair, his heart never relaxed. Until he returned to the mansion, he wanted to have a rest for life. He had been dealing with official duties overnight in the past few years, and was also turned away several times, which really made him anxious. He didn't want to pay much attention to the affairs in the mansion. Even he himself had never been to any concubine's room, but he often took his daughter to practice calligraphy.

But as soon as he arrived at the mansion, he heard the servant say that the old lady is invited.

He had no choice but to turn back to the study and go to find his mother.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Qian sitting on the chair of the Grand Master. There were also a few girls pounding her legs and fanning her. It was indeed like an official lady, and she looked arrogant. However, compared with those real ladies in the capital, she was still not allowed to go to the table.

Song Mingjiang knew it clearly, but he couldn't say that he was not someone else, but his own mother. His son did not think that his mother was ugly. Even if Qian did something extraordinary, he was his own mother. The word "filial piety" made him breathless.

What's more, how many years Qian has been in charge of everything, it's all for him.

He will never repay these kindnesses of birth and prosperity in this life.

"Mother, are you having something to do with your son?"

Song Mingjiang came over and sat down next to Qian.

"Come here."

Qian stretched out his hand and walked over from the side a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old. She looked pretty good but didn't have a stunning look. She had such a bulge in front and back. Judging from her appearance, she was a person who could give birth.

"Jiang'er, this is Cuiru, what do you think of her?"

Qian was naturally satisfied with the woman he picked. It seemed that she was easy to give birth to. Moreover, my mother had given birth to more than a dozen, and the married sisters were all in groups of children. The incense of their Song family also depends on her.

Of course, she never thought that it was his son's problem. She married so many women, but in the end she still didn't even hatched Yidan. Needless to say, it was all the problems of those women?

After all, Song Mingjiang did not give birth to an elder sister. Since this is the only one who can give birth, it is not her problem, but someone else's problem? So this woman brought her into the mansion one by one, and she also regarded Song Mingjiang as a rooster and used to hatch eggs.

Song Mingjiang really doesn't have any interest in women now. There are too many things happening recently. He has not been involved in women for several months, and he is really weak and tight.

"Jiang'er, she will be with you in the future."

Qian did not discuss this with her son, but had already decided. She said that if she stayed, she would have to stay or stay.

"Mother, it's better to stay with you." Song Mingjiang couldn't help but feel a pain in his head. The pain of twitching his temples made him press his forehead again, and it was really a splitting headache.

Stay with me.

When Song heard Song Mingjiang say this, how could he be happy?

"Jiang'er, you are all over twenty, but now you don't even have a legitimate son. Look at Xiao Jun King, look at Shen Wenhao, these two people have grown up with yours, but now they are all legitimate sons running all over the ground. How can you be worse than them?"

Song Mingjiang's mouth froze slightly, and his heart also suppressed a sense of embarrassment.
Chapter completed!