The Emperor wants to accuse marriage

Mrs. Song was drinking medicine. Seeing Song Zhiyuan coming into the room, she raised her hand.

Song Zhiyuan looked at the black medicine juice, then saw her face cleared, and secretly pinched her waist, which had some flesh, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Madam, this child is all a matter of fate, so we cannot force it." Song Zhiyuan reminded obscurely: "You really don't have to make your face look like a dish for the sake of that illusory statement."

He didn't know where his mother got the secret method of having children, but the women at home believed it and followed the secret method. His wife cleared it up a little, and she had a bit of grace when she was young.

But the second brother and sister-in-law were fatter. It was hard for me to come back to discuss matters with him. People secretly sent meat to him, but they didn't dare to eat too much.

Mrs. Song glanced at him and said, "There is nothing bad to regulate your body. Besides, my slimming is not a bad thing. The servants all say that I am better at my spirit than before."

I don’t know if I have hope or have received a first-class imperial edict, and I feel better, and I feel more energetic.

Song Zhiyuan pushed the candied fruit on the kang table and sat down himself.

Mrs. Song took a candied fruit, and saw that his face seemed to be worried. Her heart moved and she nodded to Fang Mom and the others.

Everyone stepped back and she asked, "The Prime Minister is worried?"

Song Zhiyuan took off the sandalwood beads on his wrist and put them in his hand to tweak it, and said, "The emperor intends to point out Qi'er marriage."

Mrs. Song's eyes lit up, she swallowed the candied fruit and asked excitedly: "Whose son is it?"

Seeing her excited, Song Zhiyuan felt bitter at the corner of her mouth, and he didn't dare to say it.

His hesitant look fell into Mrs. Song's eyes, and his heart was slightly deeper, feeling something was wrong, and hesitated: "Prince?"

Song Zhiyuan: "I am the third son of the British Duke's Mansion Qi Jian. Now he serves as an Imperial Guard. He is a second-class guard and is from the fourth-class."

When Mrs. Song heard that it was the British Duke's Mansion, she felt relieved. However, when she heard the young master Xing San, she thought about it, her face turned pale and she stood up.

"Three, the third young master? Is the one who is rumored to defeat his wife?" Mrs. Song's lips trembled.

Song Zhi slid Rosary Bead's hand and said, "That's all rumor. In fact, his two fiancées, one of whom had palpitations since childhood, was concealed by the Tang family. However, the Zheng girl had something to do and committed suicide because she couldn't think about it for a moment."

Mrs. Song fell on the bed of the Arhat and said tremblingly, "But, but this is too ominous, our Qier, she..."

"Madam, this is the Emperor's marriage."

Mrs. Song's face turned pale, she picked up the water and sipped it, forced herself to calm down, pondered for a while, and whispered: "The British Duke's Mansion is a royalist party. Does the emperor still need to win over?"

Song Zhiyuan shook his head: "The emperor's mind is unfathomable and unpredictable."

Mrs. Song frowned slightly.

Song Zhiyuan also said: "The emperor thought no matter what, but the British Duke's eldest son had a granddaughter, who was only five years old, but he was born with beautiful and very intelligent."

This was speculated by him and Mr. Jun, but he did not do it correctly and did not dare to do it accurately.

Mrs. Song has been an official wife for so many years and has some political vision. She was shocked when she heard this: "What the Prime Minister means is that the child will become..."

Song Zhiyuan glanced at her faintly, suppressing Mrs. Song's exclamation.
Chapter completed!