Lang Jun is coming

Unable to bear it, Song Yiqing had no choice but to pinch the white hair between her fingertips and dangle it under her father's eyelids.

"You should take it easy when teasing the cat. If the mother finds out, even the child will be helpless."

The mansion never kept cats and dogs, just because Song Yiqing's mother was sensitive to hair, she hated them.But his father happened to be a cat-loving one.

The mansion of Yu Jinghuai, a member of Zhongshushe, is really used to keeping cats. There are almost all kinds of cats, such as dark clouds and snow, chi jade, roaring clouds and so on.In his spare time, Song Fu secretly went to this colleague's mansion behind his back to tease the cat behind his back.

"Oh, that's terrible."

The white cat's fur was so bright that Song Fu didn't go to the backyard anymore, and was about to go to the bedroom to change clothes.He still didn't forget to take his son's arm and confess, "Hold on for the father for a while."

"it is good."

I don't know how many times this kind of scene has happened since I was a child, Song Yiqing has long been able to deal with it skillfully, and she responds obediently without thinking about it.

In fact, after so many years, how could my mother not notice it at all, it was just pretending to be confused and connivating her husband in a different way.

Thinking of this, and looking at the dim candlelight in the room, Song Yiqing only felt warm in his heart.

He walked briskly into the room. Mrs. Song had just received the hot soup from the servant's hand. Seeing Song Yiqing, she asked, "A young man from Zhonghe Building brought two catties of mutton tonight. I listen to that young man." Dictation, like you did?"

Two catties of mutton are worth two taels of silver, even if they are an official family, they can't eat it a few times a month.Suddenly, two catties were added out of thin air, but it was not because of an extra dish.Now the mutton is handed over to the cook for safekeeping by her, without any movement.

In her own home, Song Yiqing was not restrained, she took the chopsticks for her mother and said: "Mother, don't worry, the mutton was given by Mr. Pei voluntarily."

"Lord Pei?"

Mrs. Song paused slightly when she took the chopsticks.

There were not many officials with the surname "Pei" in the Heng Dynasty, let alone a famous one in the capital.Besides, Song Yiqing still went to the Pei Mansion Poetry Conference today, even if she was blind, she would be able to figure out who Mr. Pei is.

Seeing her mother's expression, Song Yiqing knew that she didn't need to explain anything, just about to say something to delay her father, she listened to her mother's instructions again.

"Achi, don't blame your mother for talking too much. It's just that if you want to be friendly with Pei Lian, you have to be careful about your status. Not to mention that he himself lives in Taichangqing, even his father's position as deputy prime minister is there. None of them Your father is comparable."

It is said that when talking about marriage, one should pay attention to the right family, so why not make friends with the children of officials and eunuchs.The threshold is different, no matter what you do, it will be difficult to cross it.

After speaking, Mrs. Song sighed again.Government affairs and officialdom are not something that her women can discuss.After thinking about it, I found another topic.

"Where's your father?"

Song Yiqing still hadn't recovered from her mother's phone call just now, and just about to open her mouth to deal with it, she heard the sound of steady footsteps.Then came the father's voice.

"Madam has been waiting."

Song Fu smiled apologetically, smoothed the neckline with one hand and sat beside Mrs. Song.

"I was still wearing the black round neck when I went out in the morning, how could it be changed into a duck-green shirt now?"

He thought he acted quietly, but unfortunately he still couldn't escape Mrs. Song's eyes.

Although black and duck green are somewhat similar, the patterns of the clothes are different.

There was a "thump" in my heart, and I was extremely flustered, and I couldn't think of any good words to say.Song Fu lowered his head and secretly winked at his son.

After receiving the gaze, Song Yiqing slowly opened his mouth to blend in.

"When I came here just now, I met my father in the courtyard, as if his sleeves were stained with tea."

The father and son gang took advantage of the lie, and Mrs. Song didn't want to care about it.She tapped her son's soup bowl with her chopsticks, and said angrily, "You can't talk about eating!"