The Prime Minister returns

The prime minister is back.

This wave of loud shouts spread from the outer gate to the inner gate, through the second gate, and then to the main courtyard.

Song Zhiyuan received a lot of congratulations, but he also knew a little bit about how dangerous the difficulty of Gu's production was.

"Brother."

At the gate of the main courtyard, Song Zhicheng was waiting there with an angry wind lamp.

Song Zhiyuan felt a little relieved and said, "Thank you for your hard work today."

"It's nothing, everything is fine. It's just that my sister-in-law has suffered. Brother, go and have a look." Song Zhicheng approached and said with a smile: "Brother, congratulations."

Song Zhiyuan patted his shoulder, looked into the brightly lit courtyard, took a deep breath, and walked in.

The eldest maid Shaoyao stood in the porch. When she saw Song Zhiyuan, she hurriedly greeted her, bent her knees and squatted down and saluted: "Congratulations to the prime minister, the lady gave birth to a son."

"What's going on now, Madam?"

Shaoyao stood up and replied respectfully: "Madam is not awake yet."

Song Zhiyuan felt nervous, walked into the house, walked directly through the east end, and came to the inner room.

The windows in the house were not open, and even the ice basin was not placed. It was just far away from the bed. Two little maids slowly fanned into the air, so that the air could circulate, and there was a hint of cool air, but it was still dull.

Mother Fang stood up, bowed her knees to Song Zhiyuan, and shouted excitedly to Xiangye.

Song Zhiyuan waved his hand and came to the bed. He looked at it and felt a hint of heartache in his eyes.

He sat by the bed, pulled the other person's hand, held it in his hand, felt the warmth in his hand, and felt a little calm in his heart.

Mother Fang looked at him from the side, seeing him stretching out his hand to tweak his wife's hair neatly, and he saw that his eyes were heartache, and his eyes were slightly moist.

Her master is strong for the rest of her life. She is not unwilling to live with her husband's family, but the facts prove that the wife married the right person.

This time, the lady is really perfect. She has a first-class imperial edict, two sons and two daughters, love and harmonious family, and will definitely be the ones that everyone is jealous and envious.

"Madam has never woken up? Tell me carefully about this childbirth." Song Zhiyuan held his wife's hand and asked about Fang's mother.

Mother Fang has been ready for a long time, and there is no need to add fuel to the fire. She only said carefully from the danger of last night to the present, and her voice trembled and choked when she was moved.

"Mrs. My wife has really suffered a serious crime, and it is fortunate that the mother and son are safe."

Song Zhiyuan felt apprehensive in his heart, and his fingers gently brushed his wife's pale and haggard face. He suddenly found a piece of white hair on her temples. He couldn't help but be stunned and felt even more guilty.

"You go down and rest for a while, I'll just keep her."

Mother Fang bowed and quietly retreated, and took both little maids down.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, Song Zhiyuan quietly lifted up a corner of the quilt, then lifted up the thin clothes on the bed. Seeing the purple and patterns on the belly, he seemed to have seen two women massage with their own eyes. His hands couldn't help but tremble, and he covered his clothes back, covering the quilt tightly.

This is his wife.

Mrs. Song felt as light as feathers, floating in the darkness, unable to find the exit until warmth came, as if someone had pulled her and stopped floating.

It was the familiar hand, Mrs. Song's eyelids trembled, and she tried her best to open her eyes and see that she was her husband.

Mrs. Song's lips moved, and before she could speak, tears rolled out from the corners of her eyes.

One glance at it for thousands of years.
Chapter completed!