After entering the palace, Song Ci felt that each family was worried and worried. Even as the royal family, there were many helpless but had to accept things.

When Madam Gong heard her sigh, she said, "You are sighing again."

Song Ci leaned on the pillow in the carriage and said, "Don't you think that every family has a difficult sutra that is quite Zen-like? Even the royal family has many helpless things."

Madam Gong took a blanket to cover her lap, stuffed Tang Pozi in, and said, "The royal family is also a group, but the status is more noble, so a group will naturally have troubles."

"That's true, there are people who have a world of martial arts. It's just that Princess Shouning feels a little sad. If the husband can't come to greet the wedding in person, it's a regret for a lifetime." Don't be too nauseous if you use a rooster or a brother to do it for the church.

"You're not worried about it. There is still a month left before the wedding date. I can't say good news will come in two days."

Song Ci said embarrassedly: "Isn't this boring and making a conversation?"

Madam Gong pulled the blanket in anger and said, "The master told you to work less. I think you can't do it. I'm just a worried person."

"Caring, chatting, oh, this soup girl is so warm, I'll take a look for a while." Song Ci closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Madam Gong was almost pissed off and shook her head.

After returning to the prime minister's mansion, he changed his clothes. When he heard Song Zhiqing and Lu come to Chunhui Hall to invite him.

Song Ci thought, the couple came together and decided that there was no good thing.

"Come in."

Song Zhiqing walked in, and Lu was slowing down, his foot injury had not healed yet, and he was still a little lame.

Song Ci looked up, but was startled and blurted out: "Third brother, are you sleeping at night? Your face is blue and white, and your eyes are so dark that you are black? Are you on the top of your body?"

The third scumbag is not as good as Pan An, but he is also somewhat beautiful. But now, his eyes are black and his eyes are a national treasure, his lips are chapped and pale, and his face is blue and colorless. It is as ugly as if he has been sucked by some monster.

Song Zhiqing's body stiffened.

It’s not like the ghost on the body. It just dreams every night that Bai Shuilian comes to him for life. It’s like a ghost, it’s so scary.

Song Zhiqing reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Bai is gone. My son has not had a good sleep these days. He wants to bury her earlier and be buried in peace."

"You two have to discuss this matter." Song Ci didn't care about the white lotus that had already been offline.

Song Zhiqing: "My son wants to do a ritual."

At least send the dead ghost away soon, don't pester him again.

Song Ci raised her eyebrows and glanced at her sideways. Seeing that his eyes were a little irritable and frightened, she shouted in her heart.

Look, I never do bad things in my life, and I don’t feel shocked when I knock on the door in the middle of the night. If I do this, I will feel a ghost in my heart.

I feel guilty because I have killed the woman who has had a bed and had children for me with my own hands, right? So I feel that I am entangled by her and I have to be a master?

Seeing through but not saying it out is the most basic cultivation. Song Ci had no intention of hitting the dog in the water, and said indifferently: "It's up to you, at least I have given birth to two children for you. It's better to do a ritual to be reborn as soon as possible."

Song Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't been jealous of being scared, he wouldn't have dealt with this trouble. That bitch was not worthy of it.

"There's another thing."
Chapter completed!