The eldest daughter-in-law entrusts her

Song Ci took Nanshan and Madam Gong to the main courtyard. When she walked into the courtyard, she heard the scolding and complaining from Mrs. Song, and couldn't help but pause.

When the mother and maid who were in charge of the relationship saw Song Ci, their souls dispersed and knelt all over the ground. Someone went in to report.

Song Ci held Nanshan's hand into the room. Mrs. Song's personal maid Shaoyao came up, and there was still some convincing voices in the bedroom.

Bypassing the screen, Song Ci saw the young man's wet nurse, Mrs. Deng, walking and coaxing her at a loss while holding her cradle. Mrs. Song was sitting on the bed with a look of ugly face. When she saw Song Ci, she was even more panicked and embarrassed.

"Mother, why are you here?"

Song Ci glanced at her and said, "The two children in the third room have acne disease. I can't rest assured that I always come to see you. What's wrong with Brother Dan? I keep crying. Could it be that I'm hungry?"

As she said, she walked to Deng's side, and looked at him. The little guy opened his throat and cried. He was crying so hard that his face turned red.

Mrs. Deng looked at Mrs. Song carefully and said, "When Mrs. Tai, Brother Dan has just eaten it for a while and hasn't pulled it. The diapers are all dry."

Mrs. Song also said: "Mother, this child is just a terrible person and always cries. Mrs. Deng, take her brother out to coax her."

Song Ci heard the impatientness and disgust in her tone, and her heart moved and said to Deng, "I'll hug you."

Deng was stunned for a moment, looked at Mrs. Song again, and carefully handed the child to Song Ci's arms: "If your hands are sore, tell me..."

There is no need for Song Ci to speak. Madam Gong has already moved a stool for Song Ci to sit down, while Nanshan is standing beside Song Ci, her eyes not far away from Song Ci and the cradle in her hands.

Song Ci hugged the child and patted her gently, with a very special voice: "You little brat, you cry very hard, you're so young, you're tempted to adults. Stop crying, otherwise my grandmother won't love our brother Dan."

It was also magical. Song Ci took a few strokes and loosened the thin swaddle clothes. The child gradually stopped crying, but sobbed pitifully. His eyes looked at Song Ci without any focus, which seemed particularly pitiful.

It has been seven or eight days since the child was born. Although the child's face is still red and yellow, it looks much better than when he was just born. He looks very much like Song Zhiyuan.

Mrs. Song and Deng were both a little embarrassed. They couldn't coax them no matter how hard they were. The ancestor didn't cry when he hugged him. Isn't it too shameless?

Mother Fang smiled and said, "It turns out that the lady is still very respectful. As soon as the Sixth Master comes to you, it is like Sun Wukong is wearing a tight spell. He will be obedient immediately, but you can still suppress it."

"Yes, mother, we can't coax it." Mrs. Song looked tired.

Song Ci glanced at her and said meaningfully: "Don't look at the child's smallness, all senses are sharp, so I have to give you more patience."

Mrs. Song was embarrassed.

Song Ci said again: "I heard you say that, this child is always crying? Didn't Lin Qing come to give you an acupuncture and help your pulse, but did she see the child?"

"After seeing it, it is said that the child's pulse is strong and strong, but he loves to cry, and he is clean and he cries. We have no choice." Mrs. Song bit her lip and said, "Mother, daughter-in-law, please beg you for a while. You see, you are lucky. Can you let Brother Dan live there for some time?"
Chapter completed!