Song Ci and Mrs. Song were also talking about the future experience of Song Ruqi and his wife in Jiangnan.

"...When the second wife came back, Qi'er and the others had already left, just in time. After leaving her husband out for a few years, Qi'er should have grown up no matter how hard you are. If you are idle, please advise her more, relax and don't fight for the vain."

Mrs. Song said with apologies and said, "Mom is so old that you still have to worry about this junior. It's really ours."

Song Ci waved his hand: "I don't like to listen to this, so don't say it anymore. I just want to see that our Song family has been prosperous for at least a hundred years and that the children are all well, so I will be satisfied."

Mrs. Song's face was shy.

Song Ci glanced at her again and said, "I know that you are so arrogant. At this age, you have not many passing through, but you are still far from the Dinghai Dinghai Needle in the Mansion. Gu, my old bones are really gone when I say that, and I will be the grandma in this mansion. I hope you have a big view of the situation. First of all, you should be the prerequisite for the prosperity of the entire Song family, rather than just calculating personal favors. That is useless and also seems petty."

Mrs. Song stood up and said in panic: "Mother, my wife needs to give you more advice."

"I don't dare to give it to you. You actually understand the truth in your heart, but sometimes you are inevitably twisted. Just remember and always act on the premise of the overall prosperity of the Song family. If you don't understand, ask the boss, his decision will definitely be wise."

"The wife follows her mother's teachings."

The curtain suddenly moved, and a trace of cold air swept in from outside. Song Ci couldn't help but tremble and saw that it was snowing outside the window.

"The snow is falling hard and heavy."

Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest."

"It's hard and dense, it's a disaster." Song Ci said, sliding the rosary.

"The second lady is here."

Song Ci looked at the door and saw the maid lifting up the heavy windshield curtain, allowing Jiang, who was covered in stars and snowflakes, to come in.

Under the maid's service, Jiang took off his cloak, walked to the phlegm cage and stretched out his hand and stamped his feet, saying, "It's snowing so hard."

Mrs. Song said angrily: "You don't come here to hold an umbrella."

"After fighting, snow will inevitably fly over." Jiang waited for the cold air to dissipate, and then walked to Song Ci and bowed.

Song Ci said: "Why are you here to do it if you don't stay in the house and stay with Yuanyuan? It's snowing so heavily again."

"Yuanyuan also wants to follow me to pay tribute to your ancestors. I won't let you come as I watch the snow fall."

Song Ci nodded: "It should be like this. She is young and your courtyard is far away from here. Don't let the children go to trouble, so as not to suffer from the cold."

Jiang replied with a smile and said, "I came here to report to my mother. Jiang Fuduo sent his servant to the house to report the news. He had welcomed Doctor Lin's master, Master Buhui, to the capital. Now he has arrived at the city gate and is about to enter the city."

Mrs. Song yelled: "Have you really invited me?"

Song Ci also knew that Lin Qing recommended her master to see her, and her son sent a confidant to invite someone, but he didn't expect that he would really come.

"Is anyone in the mansion going to pick it up?"

"It's so that my mother can find out that my husband has already gone to pick him up in person." Jiang replied again.

Master Buhui is not low in his status, and he came from afar to see Song Ci. As his son, Song Zhicheng should personally welcome him to show respect.

After hearing this, Mrs. Song stood up and said, "Mother, my wife will go and ask someone to arrange for the living yard and the servants to serve you."
Chapter completed!