Knowing the Interest

Mrs. Song presented a cup of tea to Song Zhiyuan and sat on the other side of the kang table.

"Husband, I really don't have to worry about my mother?" Mrs. Song said hesitantly: "It's nothing if my father wants to take a concubine. The family is not able to support me. I'm afraid that my mother will be unhappy. She is not well done yet."

Song Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and said, "It should be no problem to see my mother's style just now. Besides, Madam Gong is watching."

Mrs. Song felt a little relieved. Thinking of the Peony Lady who pretended to behave, she felt sick and said, "Wu is so worried, husband, do you think?"

Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes and stroked the teacup with his fingers in a low voice: "Dad is so old, he doesn't need a second room. It's enough to have a few young and beautiful people accompany him to play and talk."

Mrs. Song's eyes flashed slightly, and she said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about these things, just leave them to me."

Song Zhiyuan looked up, smiled at her, and turned to another topic.

"The two children from the third brother and sister-in-law need to go to the clan school, so you can arrange some things. Xiangyi, although our Song family is now prominent, its foundation is not enough. Whether the Song family can become a century-old family depends only on the management of the previous three generations. Therefore, we cannot make a mistake, it is right to be strict and self-disciplined, and Su'er's generation must also be carefully cultivated."

Mrs. Song hurriedly said, "Husband, I know." She thought of Song Ci's words and felt a little ashamed, and said, "There are fewer children in our Song family. Unfortunately, my belly is not strong and I can't give birth to another son for my husband."

After hearing this, Song Zhiyuan said that regret was false, but he knew that this matter should not be forced, so he pinched her hand and said, "How many children have are fate, and they cannot be forced. We are still young. If God is tolerant, it would be good to give another one. If not, it would be fate. We have Su'er."

Mrs. Song's eyes were slightly moist, she bit her lip and said tentatively: "Husband, why don't I ask Furong to serve you? The doctor said she is easy to raise."

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and said deliberately: "Oh, are you willing to bear it?"

Mrs. Song felt so sad that she was so sour, but she forced a smile: "It is also the responsibility of being the mistress for the Song family..."

The lips suddenly became warm.

Song Zhiyuan pressed her lips with his fingers and lit up, "Okay, don't pretend to be generous. This sour smell is almost floating out of the mansion. If I wanted to take a concubine, I would have taken it long ago. The offspring is not too much, so it is only the most important thing to cultivate Su'er. It's amazing that we will ask him for a good birth and give us a few more grandchildren."

Mrs. Song felt relieved and was a little happy, but said, "You don't want it, don't blame me in the future."

"I dare to blame my wife, wouldn't I have to sleep at night?" Song Zhiyuan tugged her palms, then put them in her ear and said a few private words.

Mrs. Song's face was so embarrassed that she blushed and clenched her fist and pounded him lightly.

"Prince, Madam." Furong screamed softly in the curtain.

Mrs. Song sat down and said, "Come in."

Furong walked in, saluted generously, and said, "The Madam has already prepared some things."

Her voice was crisp and she told the story of Chunhuitang.

Mrs. Song and Song Zhiyuan were both surprised and actually used the money to send it away, and said, "I understand, you go down."

Furong blessed her blessing, lowered her head slightly and retreated. When she arrived at the door, she looked up at the two of them, bit her lip, and turned around.

Song Zhiyuan chuckled: "Then Wu is a tactful and smart person."

He was spared from attacking.
Chapter completed!