When Song Zhiyuan arrived at the Duke of Ding, it was naturally the Duke of Ding who was personally received by him. When he met, two middle-aged men, who were only a few years apart, had a few greetings.

"... The Emperor has been saying that Dingguo is in his prime, but he gave up his pick and only did the elderly care work, making him helpless and waiting for you to hand in your sign to do errands."

Duke Ding smiled and said, "I am old, you should know that my old cold legs are so painful when winter comes. Now I use moxibustion every day to get a good night's sleep, otherwise I can't sleep all night. So, I should leave it to young people for the sake of winning glory for the country."

"How can you say this? How can I bear it? How old are you older than me?"

"This is incomparable. You are now the top leader among civil officials and the kingdom is the king. The emperor cannot live without you." Duke Ding smiled and patted Song Xiang's shoulder.

Song Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head in shame.

"Let's go, you are so busy that you can come here. I have fifty-year-old wine. Let's drink two cups of wine while the snow is still good?" Duke Ding said with a smile.

Song Zhiyuan smiled and bowed: "The prince is kind and he will be a guest and follow the host."

The two of them chatted as they walked, from the garden view in the mansion, and from the scenery in the capital, they talked about food, drink, and entertainment, and leisure, but they didn't talk about any state affairs, and they had a great time.

When he came to the warm pavilion for viewing the snow, standing in front of the window and looking at the white snow scene, Song Zhiyuan had to sigh and improvise a poem.

Duke Ding stroked his beard and smiled, "Song Xiang is worthy of being the top scholar. He has a brilliant literary talent. I am too late to be a brother."

Song Zhiyuan smiled and said modestly, "Since you call yourself brother, don't call me Song Xiang. My name is Runzhi, just call me my name."

"Okay, I'm better obey my duty than respect."

As he was talking, a little movement came from the door.

"This girl who makes tea and wine is here. She is not as good as the one you get from the emperor. I'll try my best here."

As soon as he finished speaking, two maids appeared, carrying a response. Then, he followed a beautiful and elegant girl, who was dressed up obviously different from a maid's uniform.

Song Zhiyuan's eyes flashed, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Duke Ding's mouth twitched, was it too obvious that his wife even fell in love with her, and she didn't force her to push her.

Duke Ding saw Song Zhiyuan's smiling eyes from the corner of his eyes, and his smile as if there was a faint smile on his lips, and his heart was slightly stuck. At this moment, he felt that the other party wanted to pick cabbage.

He coughed and said with a stern face: "Liu Niang, why are you here?"

Guan Shuyan bowed first when she entered the door and asked innocently: "Didn't my father ask me to make tea?"

A smile came from behind Duke Ding. Guan Shuyan noticed the person blocked by Duke Ding's generous figure and was stunned for a moment.

"Ahem, since you are here, why don't you meet Mr. Song quickly?"

Guan Shuyan blushed, stepped forward a few steps, put her hands on her waist, and bowed respectfully: "I pay homage to the prime minister, I wish you good luck."

"Miss Guan Liu is not gifted." Song Zhiyuan smiled and raised his hand, then took off a white jade maid from his waist and handed it over: "Small meeting gift, take it and play with it."

Song Zhiyuan's things were naturally good things. Guan Shuyan's face was red and she didn't dare to answer them, so she looked at her old father.
Chapter completed!