After seeing Lu Xingzhou off, Song Wei went to the main hall, took a few bites and put down his chopsticks.

Mrs. Song asked him: "Is the meal tonight not suitable for your appetite?"

Song Wei smiled and said no, it was a bit hot and he couldn't eat it.

"I heard your wife say that the prince consort is here to look for him, what's the matter?"

With the excitement of the imperial edict, Mrs. Song has no longer had any trouble with the visit of the prince-consort.

"It's the official business in the yamen." Song Wei casually made excuses to deal with it.

Both Mr. Song and Mrs. Song are both countrymen. They don’t know that the prince-consort cannot participate in politics. They only believe that Sanlang will not lie. What he said, they generally will not have doubts.

When Mrs. Song heard that it was a businessman, she didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she talked about his return to Ningzhou and asked when he would set off.

Song Wei said that the day after tomorrow, he would have to go to the Hanlin Academy to hand over the matter at hand with his colleagues. Moreover, Wanwan also needs time to ask her husband for leave.

Dad Song asked: "Are you two going?"

Wen Wan was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Song asked for cover for her daughter-in-law, "Sanlang is not going back now, so how can he not be able to come back after he goes there, can he not bring someone to serve him?"

"I'm just worried about Jinbao."

"Jinbao has been weaned, and there is no need to breastfeed. If you cry, wouldn't you just coax him more?"

In front of my son and daughter-in-law, there was something that Mr. Song was not easy to say. When he returned to the room and closed the door after dinner, he looked at the old woman and said that you were wrong at the dinner table. You will be one year old when you entered the BMW. Although we have no relatives in Beijing, it is the first birthday of my grandson. If you want to catch the week, you must not be very lively? Then his father and mother are not around, so what is that?

As soon as Dad Song reminded him, Mrs. Song suddenly remembered that her grandson was almost one year old and she should do something well.

But Saburo went to Ningzhou not to return home in glory, but was ordered to investigate the case. Once Saburo left, Saburo could not stay, otherwise what would happen to Saburo halfway?

After thinking about it, Mrs. Song finally felt that Sanlang's life was more important than anything else. At most, the couple missed their grandson's first year old and would make up for it later. If something happened to his son, the sky in this family would completely collapse.

"Jinbao is one year old, aren't we here? Then, the couple and the Xie family next door are invited. So many people, why can't they be lively?"

Dad Song felt that the old woman was a little unreasonable.

No matter how loving the couple is, they will only be separated for a few months. No matter how hard they are, they cannot leave their son alone.

Mrs. Song couldn't explain it to him.

This old stubborn man, except for Saburo's unlucky fate, would not believe anything you said to him and would not listen to it. If he knew that Saburo's wife had a great ability to help her son escape from disasters, it would be more effective than amulets, he would probably imagine his daughter-in-law as a monster who could eat people.

There was no way to explain, so Mrs. Song simply stopped explaining and spread her hands, "Just do it like that. If you feel unhappy, just hold it back for me!"

Dad Song: “…”

——

The north house had already calmed down, and the voices on the east house had just begun.

Wen Wan had seen at the dinner table that her husband was in a bad mood, so she was not easy to ask at that time. Now she was taking the opportunity and said directly, "Is there anything wrong with the prince consort?"

Song Wei did not hide it, "The prince-consort means that I want me to leave Lu Yanqing's life at the last moment."

Wen Wan didn't agree very much, "What if you let him go and be buried alive in the mine? Putting aside your identities, who is not raised by your parents in life?"

Seeing that she was a little excited, Song Wei pulled the person to sit next to him and said in a gentle voice: "It is not that Lu Yanqing is completely free from the law, but that between giving death and living, they choose the latter and stand on the standpoint of their parents, and it is understandable that they will do this."

Once he was sentenced to death, Lu Yanqing closed his eyes and said that he would be gone.

But if he is alive, even if he suffers a little, at least he will still be there.

After listening to Song Wei's explanation, Wen Wan no longer insisted on her previous scrutiny remarks. Her husband was right and stood on the standpoint of her parents and hoped that her children would live well. There was nothing wrong with it.

However, Lu Yanqing should pay the price for his unforgivable behavior, which is the inevitable result.

——

The next day, Song Wei went to the Hanlin Academy for the final handover, and Wenwan went to Hongwen Hall to take leave with his husband.

Wenwan was slow to learn things, and the husband was worried that she would not be able to keep up after a month. Wenwan had to promise that she would work harder to catch up with her classmates when she came back, but she really couldn't avoid the family affairs.

Seeing that she insisted, the husband did not keep anyone anymore and approved her for more than a month's leave.

After leaving Hongwen Pavilion, Wen Wan remembered what she had promised Lin Xiaoyue before. She wanted to find someone to explain, but she didn't know where Lin Xiaoyue's family was.

In a trance, Wen Wan remembered that the last time Lin Xiaoyue came to find her, Su Yaoqi stood not far away. Lin Xiaoyue said that Su Yaoqi was a relative of her family.

Later, my husband told him that Su Yaoqi was the son of Prime Minister Su.

If Lin Xiaoyue and Su Yaoqi are relatives, it would not be too difficult to find the Su family to inquire.

However, Lin Xiaoyue came in because of her identity and age. If she really found someone to break the other party’s identity, wouldn’t it be embarrassing to go back?

Wen Wan was worried about what to do about this matter, and saw someone coming not far ahead. After a closer look, it turned out to be Song Wei.

"Husband." Wen Wan stood still and didn't move, holding her hands together, because she didn't expect him to come, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

Song Wei quickly walked up to her, raised his wide sleeves to block the hot sunlight, and asked, "What do you say, sir?"

Wen Wan said: "Sir, I have approved my long vacation, but there is something that is difficult to deal with."

Song Wei glanced at the carriage not far away. Lin Bo was still waiting there. He called out, "Wanwan."

"Um?"

“It’s hot outside, the car said.”

Realizing that he was still using his sleeve to block the sun for him, Wen Wan felt a little sad and followed him into the car.

After sitting down, Song Wei remembered what she said just now, "What's the point of dealing with?"

Wen Wan said: "I have a classmate who has taken a three-month holiday. I promised to help her excerpt the key points of each class for her, but now I have also taken leave and can't find her to explain in person."

Song Wei asked her, "Do you want me to ask Xu Shu for help?"

"Forget it." Wen Wan didn't agree, "Let's talk about it when I come back!"

In front of Song Wei, she never mentioned Lin Xiaoyue's half sentence, nor did she tell him that the woman might have come in with her husband and concealed her identity like herself.

Perhaps because she has been with Song Wei for a long time, she has also learned not to discuss right and wrong behind the scenes.

Wen Wan always felt that Song Wei was not just her husband, but also her teacher.

From the day she passed by, she taught her subtly how to deal with people.

Many things she doesn't know, or even knows, but the method is wrong, have been learned from him and even corrected.

It is precisely because of this that my originally young mind becomes more mature as I get married, rather than becoming more and more crooked.

——

Time was rushed, and Song Wei didn't even have time to say goodbye to Xu Shu and the others. He just said a few words to Xie Zheng, who was close to him, and left.

In order to facilitate the convenience of following Song Wei at any time, Wen Wan dressed up in men's clothes. From now on, she is the young follower of the imperial envoy, specializing in serving tea, water, pinching shoulders and backs.

The commander of the Jinyiwei did not come forward, but arranged more than 20 people to follow Song Wei. When the city gate was reunited, no one focused on Wen Wan, so she could easily get away with it.

Song Wei briefly negotiated with the leading Jinyiwei, and took Wen Wan on the carriage, and the group started to set off.

In the carriage, Song Wei looked at the little girl wearing a blue cloth next to her, her hair was tied up high, and she had a wooden hairpin. She looked pretty and felt a little uncomfortable.

Since he was three years old, he has watched her grow up with his own eyes. Whether it was her childhood carvings, or she started to pick up strips after she was ten, or even her graceful appearance after being dressed up, he remembers deeply how she looks at every period, but she is dressed like this, which is the first time today.

Wenwan noticed that her husband looked at her with a strange look. She looked up at him and smiled, "Do you have any instructions?"

Seeing her like this, Song Wei couldn't help laughing, "It's a pity that you can think of it."

Yes, Wen Wan thought of the idea of ​​dressing up as a man herself, because she felt that the women's clothing was too easy to be bound, and she could not even go with her in some occasions. If she wanted to protect her husband anytime and anywhere, she had to think of a trick that could be with him anytime and anywhere.

So I got this gentle outfit.
Chapter completed!