Forget Mother with a Son

Chunhui Hall.

Song Ci looked at Song Zhiyu, whose eyes were not far from her son, and sighed in her heart that this full-time dad was really beyond her expectations, and she was so careful.

"On weekdays, you won't bring Boom over to talk to me, the old lady, to relieve your boredom. Why are you back now?"

Song Zhiyu half-lying on the bed of the Arhat, teasing his son, and said, "This is not the recruitment season. The princess is very busy back to the barracks. She has to reorganize the veterans. I heard that she has to reorganize them. I don't have much time to go home, so my father and I came."

"Since the princess is not here, you will stay for a few days. Anyway, there are people cleaning your yard every day." Song Ci pinched the little grandson's chubby lotus arms, and found it particularly fun.

It was just half a minute before her hand was moved away by Song Zhiyu.

Song Zhiyu grinned: "Mom, the child is still young. You want to squeeze meat and come to your son. His son is thicker than his."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a piece of white fleshy arm, and handed it to Song Ci.

Song Ci: "..."

She slapped her and glared: "Get out!"

"Oh, it hurts so much, mom, let me blow it off." Song Zhiyu was crazy and crazy.

Song Ci smiled angrily: "You can get rid of me, you have a son and forgot your mother, go there."

Song Zhiyu shouted injustice.

"You are so unfair. I see that you are like a little bully. If you want something, you have to get it. If you don't give it, you will cry." Song Ci said with a stern face: "I said it when he was born. You are not allowed to spoil your children. If you have a fixed temperament, it will be difficult to reverse it in the future. Do you think that the heir of Dingbei Palace is just a waste?"

"Mom, why is it so fast to determine it? Besides, how old he is, it can't be even half a year old. Moreover, we really don't spoil it. You smell the fragrance of medicine on his body." Song Zhiyu picked up his son, grabbed his little hand and handed it to Song Ci, and said, "The princess, let him take a medicine bath to lay the foundation for future martial arts practice, and I didn't stop him, right?"

"Agree, you dare not stop him." Song Ci sneered.

Song Zhiyu: “…”

Poke your son's sore spot, you're boring.

"Mom, don't look at Boom Bo, he is so smart. He dares to do this before me. He is so obedient to him. He is very good at looking at his eyes. This is just following me and is very smart." Song Zhiyu is proud of his son every day.

Song Ci: "No, I'm not spoiled, I just say that I'm just talking to you, and I know who spoils him the most on weekdays."

Song Zhiyu was embarrassed.

"Anyway, I have said that you are a father now, and you are still the princess of the royal palace. What is the situation of the royal palace and what its heir should be like? You must also know what it is." Song Ci said meaningfully: "Silang, you are a county horse, and you are one with the royal palace. One prospers and one prosper and one loss."

"Mom, I understand. Didn't this just spoil him more while he was still young? When he was two or three years old, he understood sex. I think he was abusive, but I was afraid he couldn't come."

Song Ci's eyes were slightly dark, and he asked softly: "The princess has never said, when will the emperor ask you to go back to the Northeast?"

Song Zhiyu was stunned and shook her head.

Song Ci sighed when she heard this.

A king with different surnames who hold military power has always been a taboo for those who are superiors, alas.

Madam Gong lifted the curtain and stepped forward, bowed to the two of them, her voice a little dull: "Madam, the fight between Meiyuan has started."

Song Ci: "????"
Chapter completed!