Lu smiled silently and looked bitter, which made Madam Song look like she was not sure what to say for a moment, and couldn't help looking at Song Ci.

Song Ci looked at Lu and sighed in his heart.

If Song Zhiqing took a concubine and gave birth to a child in private, it was a blow to Lu, but she was always nervous and refused to admit defeat or vent her feelings.

Now, this aura is leaking, but it is not that people become transparent, but that they are unwilling to turn around when they walk into a blind spot.

Look at her eyebrows and eyes, they are full of sorrow and grievances, and they are very bitter and revenge, but they are just as cautious and afraid that the other party will not be happy.

Lu recognized the lowliness and accepted the soft spots, but he also turned himself into a resentful woman.

Song Ci took a sip of tea and said, "You don't have to persuade me. Just teach the children well, go."

Lu felt that Song Ci was unhappy and was at a loss. Qiqi looked at her in a vain and wanted to say something, but saw Song Ci leaning on the pillow, stroking the teacup, looking like she didn't want to say more, so she bowed and stepped out.

Mrs. Song took her away and said, "Mom, she is really..."

"Your man has become a useless person. It is difficult for you to expect her to be happy. On the third brother, although you are the eldest sister-in-law, you don't have to worry about this uncle, so as not to have a grudge."

Mrs. Song said, "It's not that my wife wants to take care of it, but even as Su'er is about to get married, the betrothal gifts are sent to the Duke's Mansion. How many people are staring at our Prime Minister's Mansion? The third uncle is still so unrestrained, so he just makes a joke."

"Well, I will let the boss deal with it." Song Ci rubbed her eyebrows, feeling a little excited, and said, "Go and do your business. Su'er's marriage is a big deal. He is also the eldest grandson, so he always comes with him."

Mrs. Song relaxed her eyebrows and nodded with a smile.

...

When Song Zhiyuan got my mother's instructions, he walked to Song Zhiqing's courtyard again, looked up and the name of the courtyard was changed to Wushe, with his eyes half-closed.

When he walked into the courtyard, the servant was cleaning. When he saw him coming, he quickly got up and saluted.

Song Zhiyuan made people talk about it, and went straight inside. Song Zhiqing was wearing a blue dress and Taoist robe and other clothes lying on the beauty couch, holding someone to help him up and lean on him.

"Brother is here, I'm sorry I'm not being rude and can't salute you. Come and give tea to the prime minister."

The tone is a bit sharp.

Song Zhiyuan looked at a statue of Taoist monk in the house. The incense and candles in the house were lingering, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, saying, "San, are you going to enter the Tao?"

Song Zhiqing sarcastically mocked himself: "I have become a useless person. What's the difference between entering the Tao? It's just for the sake of that little possibility, do something within my ability. I won't be disgusted with it, right? I just want to turn the tide."

"Yes, this person really needs to find some sustenance to survive." Song Zhiyuan looked at him and said, "So for your pious sustenance, I have contacted the Master of Taiqing Temple. I am always waiting for you to come and participate in the Tao. Are you willing to go?"

Song Zhiqing: “…”

What's the thing? Sangdao?

Which one really wants to enter the Tao?

No, is the boss trying to get him out of here? Before he can get better yet?

Song Zhiqing looked dark: "Does my brother think I'm annoying? So I'm going to drive me out of the Song family? My brother is so cruel!"
Chapter completed!