: On the basis of proportion

Song Ci is old, she admits, but when someone says this, she still feels a little depressed and wants to yell at others, "I'm 28 this year."

But, she can't.

For example, at present, not only can she not say anything, but also coaxes this noble person.

"Empress, when you get sick, I'm so upset a while ago." Song Ci sighed lightly: "But, let's be old. I'm so old. As long as this old bone can still be drunk, eaten, and come to treat you to peace, that's enough."

Empress Dowager Wang was even more sad when she heard this: "You said that, but you never came. From the beginning of the year to now, when did you tell me that you had handed over the sign and entered the palace?"

Song Ci was silent.

She was a little impressed by the original old lady, and this person knew the right way.

Logically speaking, it is a very honorable thing for others to be sisters with the most honorable Empress Dowager. You must pull this thick thigh to protect yourself and the family and keep the wealth and safety of the family.

But she didn't have the original body. She didn't often come to the palace to see Queen Mother Wang, but she was not distant. She didn't say anything about giving out during festivals. She was idle on weekdays and could make a pair of shoes for the old lady and tell her that I had you in my heart and miss you.

Song Ci felt that the original old lady was really calm enough and did not get out of touch with the empress dowager of the current dynasty. She was very good at grasping her position. It was precisely because of this sensibility that Empress Dowager Wang loved her more.

Look, they are so sensible, but what about her so-called family members?

This person is somewhat urinary. I am more noble than you and better than you. You are okay to be kind to you, but because of this, you are so enthusiastic that you can't pull it away, and I feel a little bit fucked.

It’s better to be like now, real, without always holding on to the past, but keep fighting.

When Song Ci came back to his senses, he said, "Empress, you know, I have a personality, so I don't like to laugh at those people hypocritical ways. I'm tired of the rules in the palace."

"Bah, I think you always think that you don't want to embarrass Song Xiang." Empress Dowager Wang interrupted her and said angrily: "You, it's different now. Yunzhi is the prime minister, you are also the first-class imperial lady. You just have no rules. Who dares to show you a face?"

"I naturally know that if anyone dares to shy my face, wouldn't I have your support?" Song Ci smiled and said lies: "I am actually lazy. The older I am, the more difficult it is to mess around."

Nonsense, your heart is yearning for the outside world of flowers and the vast world.

"I can't tell you, but now you look at it, your face has improved a lot. I heard that the mansion has hired a doctor and a girl to take care of her? It looks good to see that the medical skills are very good." Empress Dowager Wang said to Song Ci's face.

Song Ci nodded and said, "You don't know that my family is panicked when I am sick, and I am also panicked. I just lie on the bed, and I can't open my eyes. I'm so scared. So now I'm carefully raising myself, taking medicinal food, acupuncture, and boxing. By the way, boxing is also very nourishing. Do you want to learn with me?"

Song Ci wanted to teach Tai Chi to this ultimate backer. This person is good, she is good, and the Song family is good, after all, people who have eaten the same pot meal.

In this way, this person lives long enough, even if he takes one step ahead in the future, he will still be able to protect the Song family.

The more Song Ci thought about it, the more feasible she felt, and she had to pull this person into her "Square Dance" brigade.
Chapter completed!