Song Heng led a pair of children to Qiushi Courtyard. Song Ziling yawned as he walked. He just wanted to go back to sleep now and didn't want to see his mother at all. But his father insisted on letting him go, which hindered him.
Due to his father's majesty, he had no choice but to follow him reluctantly.
"Huhu..." Song Ziling was getting fatter and fatter now, and he started to breathe after walking a few steps.
Hearing his son's breathing, Song Heng turned to look at his son who was so fat that he had lost his neck and said, "Ziling, you should eat less in the future."
Zi Ling's appetite has exceeded him recently. He is an adult and has to train every day, so he eats more than others. But this boy can't beat a nine-year-old child, and he doesn't practice martial arts to strengthen his body.
It's really not right to gain more weight than him. If you don't exercise a little restraint, you may become fatter in the future.
Song Ziling pursed his lips, said nothing, and did not take his father's words seriously. Grandma and Er Niang both said that the boy should eat more to grow stronger. He will also become a general in the future, so more
Eat more.
Moreover, meat is so delicious, why should he eat less?
Seeing that his son was pouting and not speaking, Song Heng looked like he didn't take what he said seriously at all, so he said sharply: "Did you even hear me talking to you?"
Song Ziling shrank his neck in fright and whispered: "I heard it."
"Father, let's go quickly! Mom went to bed if we were late." Song Ziyu urged.
Her urging was not that she really wanted to see her mother, but that she wanted to go to Er Niang's place after seeing her mother early.
The daughter-in-law of the Minister of War is holding a flower viewing party tomorrow, and I sent her a message this afternoon. The daughter-in-law of the Minister of War invites her, so naturally she cannot go in too shabby clothes. The clothes she wore before are still beautiful.
There are some jewelry that she has worn in front of other girls who are going there, but she doesn’t want to wear them again, and she doesn’t want to wear them anymore. So, she will go to Erniang’s place later and ask for a new set of clothes and jewelry that Erniang has never worn.
.A few days ago, Er Niang made a flower skirt and hasn’t worn it yet! She can wear it just right.
Moreover, she can bring her own piano to enjoy the flowers tomorrow and play a piece of music that she did not play in Prince Ren's Mansion. Let everyone see that she, Song Ziyu, is also a talented person.
Hearing his daughter's urging, Song Heng nodded with satisfaction. Ziyu was still a little filial to her mother. She also sincerely wanted to visit her mother, but she was afraid that she would be late and her mother fell asleep.
The three of them arrived at Qiushi Courtyard. Because the door of the courtyard had been locked early, Song Heng knocked on the door.
Qiu Ju, who was carrying water from the main room, heard a knock on the door. She was afraid that the knock would wake the lady, so she quickly put down the wooden basin in her hand, ran to the courtyard door, and gently opened the door.
"Is Madam feeling better? I'll bring Ziyu and Ziling to see her." Song Heng looked at Qiu Ju and said.
"This..." Qiu Ju looked back, with a look of embarrassment on her face.
Although it is a great thing for the general to bring the young lady and young master to see the madam, the madam is still asleep and cannot see them.
"Madam is much better now, and the high fever has subsided after taking the medicine. But Madam is still asleep now! I'm afraid she won't be able to see the general, the lady, and the young master."
Song Ziyuba had to waste time here! So she said to her father Song Heng: "Dad, since mother is asleep, let's let her have a good rest and don't disturb her!"
"That's fine," Song Heng nodded, then looked at Qiu Ju and said, "You're so good at taking care of my wife. We'll come see her tomorrow."
"Okay." Qiu Ju nodded, and then watched Song Heng leave with his children.
Qiu Ju saw Song Ziling walking at the back, swaying like a duck, and whispered: "This second young master must have grown too fat!"