Song Jiao was unaware of the situation, but Wen Wan learned from Song Wei last night that Song Yuanbao was back this morning.

When Wen Wan saw someone, she looked very calm on her face. She asked him to sit down and asked Yuncai to add some bowls and chopsticks.

Song Yuanbao sat on the round stool and asked Wen Wan with concern if she was frightened at the banquet yesterday.

Wen Wan thought of a princess who was scared to tears by a machine beast at that time, and smiled, "Fortunately, maybe I'm more courageous."

I have had a premonition since I was a child, especially in Song Wei, I have had all kinds of bizarre premonitions. She would not be scared by such gadgets, but it was true that she was curious.

Song Yuanbao said with annoyance: "Those mechanical beasts are really a surprise given to the emperor by my father and the old marquis. Even His Highness and I didn't know in advance. His Highness originally wanted to give the emperor a birthday picture. When we arrived at Qingliang Hall, my father called me out alone and asked me to take the design drawings of His Highness. At that time, I had a vague guess. I didn't expect that it was true. My father used the birthday banquet to make contributions to the emperor. As for what happened later, my mother also saw it."

Wen Wan heard him say this and suddenly realized, "No wonder when your father presented the machine beast, I saw that the expression of Your Highness was something wrong. So that's it." Speaking of this, Wen Wan became worried, "Yuanbao, Your Highness didn't blame your father for making his own advice, right?"

"How can it be?" Song Yuanbao pulled the corner of his mouth, "Because of his father's inspiration, His Highness was directly conferred the crown prince. He was grateful to my father, so how could he feel resentful?"

Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief and asked Song Yuanbao again, saying that since Your Highness is not angry, why did you come home?

Song Yuanbao smiled, "Don't I say it before? Come back to get the top scorer in the exam and get married."

Wen Wan didn't believe it, "Your Highness asked you to come back?"

Having said that, I think Zhao Xi is not that kind of person. As soon as he was named the crown prince, he kicked away his classmates for two years and studied with him for two years. He broke up the bridge in this way, with Zhao Xi's character, he should not be able to do it.

"I want it back myself." Song Yuanbao's face was calm, and he could not see any abnormality. "Otherwise, with my shamelessness, if I don't want to leave, can he drive me away?"

"It's great to come back." Wen Wan said, "Jinbao and your grandparents are talking about you. While you haven't been to the Imperial College for this period, you can take the time to spend more time with the two elderly people. You have been in the palace for two years and have only a few times. They are all older, and you can take a look at it and you will have a fewer glances."

Song Yuanbao felt guilty about this. When Wen Wan said it, he did not refute it and nodded to show that he knew.

Seeing that Wenwan was still about to speak, Jin Bao frowned and knocked the bowl with chopsticks, "Mom, Jin Bao is hungry."

Wen Wan immediately stopped the topic and cast a gentle look at her son, saying yes, okay, and the meal will start soon.

He looked at Song Jiao next to him and told her not to stand up and sit down and eat together.

Song Jiao was fascinated by hearing Wen Wan and Song Yuanbao’s talk about the palace banquet. She stood there for a while and was stunned. Now that Wen Wan was named, she blushed in embarrassment, handed the tray to Yuncai, pulled a stool to sit down, and immediately put the steamed fish he liked into Bao’s small bowl.

The little guy thought he was so hungry that he buried most of his face in the bowl and ate with relish.

Song Yuanbao sat on Wen Wan's right hand, and she picked up a piece of braised pork for him.

When Song Yuanbao saw that he was going to give it to him, he hurriedly said, "Mom, I'll do it myself, so don't be busy."

While saying that, he took the small bowl away and said that he wanted to pick up the food by himself.

Wenwan had to put the braised pork back into her bowl and sighed: "I remember when you came back, you always talked about the braised pork at home. Why don't you talk about it this time? Are you tired of eating it?"

"The braised pork at home will naturally not get tired of eating it." Song Yuanbao said, but the chopsticks stretched to the fried bamboo shoots on another plate.

Not only that, he also picked up a few dishes and put them in an empty bowl that he had never used. It seemed that he had fixed the meal that only ate in the small bowl and would not pick up any more dishes.

Wen Wan thought, probably because Yuanbao was used to the diet in the palace, and suddenly he couldn't adapt to it when he got home, so he let him go.

After that, no one spoke at the dinner table.

Although the Song family is not as ruling as the wealthy family, they still follow the principle of not talking about food and sleep.

After dinner, Yuncai and Linglong came in to clean up the dishes, Wenwan leaned on the seven-screen winged Arhat bed, and asked Song Yuanbao if there were any arrangements in the afternoon.

Song Yuanbao had just washed his hands and responded: "I'll go see my grandparents first, and then go back to the study to review the book."

"Wen Shu?" Wen Wan was stunned for a moment. When this kid came back, he always yelled that he couldn't sleep enough in the palace. After dinner, he had to go back to his room and fall asleep. The next day he had to invite him to wake up.

I just loved studying so much the day before I got home, and it seemed like I had been invincible!

Wen Wan always feels that he seems to have become much more conscious when he comes back this time.

But self-consciousness is self-consciousness, but something is not right.

Wen Wan couldn't say something was wrong. After thinking about it, she still blamed Yuanbao for just returning home. After two years, he didn't adapt to the family and didn't think about it.

Song Jiao has been studying recently, and occasionally asks Wen Wan if you don’t understand. However, because Wen Wan is heavy, Song Jiao dares not bother her too much. Some of the things that are not very important are so she holds it in her mind.

I heard that my cousin had to stay at home for a while, and her eyes lit up, "Brother, I have a lot of things I don't understand. Can you ask you in the future?"

Song Yuanbao looked at Song Jiao thoughtfully and suddenly laughed, "It's different to marry a scholar. That kind of fighting spirit is almost as good as my elder brother."

Song Jiao's face was hot when he said it, and he said angrily: "Reading is my own business, what does it matter to Mr. Liang?"

Seeing that his cousin was not very good, Song Yuanbao stopped joking about her and said yes, he would go to the study room of the outer courtyard to review his books. He would ask any questions at any time.

Song Jiao was delighted, "Thank you, brother."

Song Yuanbao asked her, "How many gifts have the Liang family been?"

A thin layer of redness floated on Song Jiao's pretty face, and his voice was low, "It was said that he would be hired after the Mid-Autumn Festival, as for the wedding date..."

At this point, Song Jiao turned his head and looked at Wen Wan sitting on the Arhat's bed.

Wen Wan said: "I haven't seen the wedding date yet, I guess it will be the beginning of spring next year."

Song Yuanbao sighed: "Time flies so fast, and in a flash, my cousin at home is at the age of getting married."

He was obviously a fifteen-year-old boy, but he just expressed such a sentence with the vicissitudes of life, which was completely inconsistent with his usual careless and free-spirited temperament.

Wen Wan joked with him, "Every time you came back, you said that you were in the palace like the sun. Now you are really back, and you said that time passes quickly. Isn't this a contradiction?"

Song Yuanbao didn't feel embarrassed, "I just complained when I was idle. Besides, people will grow up. When I complained, I was only thirteen or fourteen years old. My father said that after experiencing a lot and changing my mentality, my concept of many things will also change. I complained two years ago that I lived like years, which does not mean that I still think so two years later. After all, I am fifteen years old this year."

Wen Wan rarely sees him being serious and reasoned to others. She smiled and said that you are right.

I still have classes after a while, so I can't stand it, so I'll go to take a nap first.

Song Yuanbao sat down and talked to Wen Wan and Song Jiao for a while, got up and went to Rong'an Hall.

Dad Song was holding a small hoe in his hand and was weeding the flower tree. When he saw his eldest grandson enter the door, a smile appeared on his old face, "Yuanbao, when did you come back?"

Song Yuanbao said that he had lunch at Qingtengju just a while ago.

Dad Song put down his hoe, wiped his hands, and let him sit in the main hall.

Mrs. Song was having lunch break, and Mrs. Song didn't wake up the person, and the grandfather and grandson talked in the main room.

Song Yuanbao remembered the words Wen Wan said before, and looked up at Dad Song carefully. Seeing that Grandpa's temples were gray at some point, the folds on his face seemed to be chiseled out bit by bit by bit by bit, he suddenly felt sad, "Grandpa, are you and grandma still strong in their bodies?"

"It's tough." Dad Song said: "At that time, your grandmother and I took our grandmother to the village to do farm work for a few days, exercising our muscles and bones, and we still haven't seen any headaches and fevers."

Afraid that Song Yuanbao asked about Mrs. Song's illness, Dad Song quickly changed the subject and said, "You'll come back when you come back, why did you move the bed of the Renmin University prince? It's not that there is no room for you."

Song Yuanbao: "...Grandpa, that's not his bed, it's just an empty bed in the palace. I went to the palace to study for two years and gave it to me."

Dad Song said he had seen someone who gave gold, silver, gems and jade, but he had never seen anyone delivering a bed. He asked Song Yuanbao if he had any particulars.

Song Yuanbao: "There is nothing to do with it. I recognize the bed. I get used to it, so I have someone to move it back."

He really only took a fancy to the magical effect of the bed warm in winter and cool in summer, but the old man might not understand it when explaining this to his grandfather, so Song Yuanbao simply gave an excuse.
Chapter completed!