Song Zhiyuan stood at the gate of Song Ci's courtyard wearing court clothes, silently looking at the courtyard where the lights were not completely turned on, and his dream was still awakened in his mind.

Somewhat incredible.

But he remembered Jinghui's words for no reason a few years ago, saying that the Song family's disaster would help overcome difficulties.

Since Lin Qing came to the mansion, he thought it was Lin Qing, so he has been treating this noble man with courtesy for many years.

But after having this dream, he knew that he had made a mistake. The noble man was probably his mother, Song Ci.

The Song family's Dinghai Shen Needle.

Thinking of Song Ci in the dream, reality, and the fate of the Song family, he felt breathless.

If it were true like in a dream, the Song family still has today? Have they already participated in the establishment of the crown prince and were suspicious of the emperor and lost their holy heart?

Song Zhiyuan's chest was sore and he clenched his fists, his expression was quite complicated.

Squeak.

When the gate of the courtyard opened, an old lady appeared inside. She was shocked when she saw a figure standing in front of the door. When she saw Song Zhiyuan clearly, she quickly stepped out of the threshold and saluted him.

"Prince, at this time, are you here to pay tribute to the Grandmaster?"

It was still early this time, and it was not yet time to settle down in the morning and evening.

Song Zhiyuan asked: "How can the lady be awake?"

The old lady looked back and saw that there was already movement in the main house, and she smiled and said, "It's time to wake up, the girls are serving inside."

Song Zhiyuan walked in.

Song Ci just woke up. The man was getting older and felt more and more shallow. He was already in summer again. When he woke up, he just got up.

Before I could wash it, I heard that Song Zhiyuan had arrived.

She was a little surprised and said, "When is it time now? Shouldn't he go to court?"

Song Zhiyuan walked in and heard this sentence, and smiled and said, "Before going to court, I'll treat you to me."

He looked at it and found that Song Ci had not changed her clothes yet, and only had a wide outer dress on her body, and her silver hair was loosely tied, making her look extremely thin and old.

In recent years, Song Ci has indeed grown a lot older, dry and thin, as if a gust of wind can be blown away.

Seeing my mother with wrinkles on her face but smiling, Song Zhiyuan's nose turned sour and her eyes felt moist.

He is afraid he will be unable to keep his old mother.

Song Zhiyuan felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest. He took a breath and said, "Mom, when my son comes back from the court, I will have lunch with you."

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, his eyes curled up: "Okay, go to court quickly, be a grand prime minister, don't be too late."

Song Zhiyuan nodded with a smile, bowed to her and left.

Song Ci looked at Madam Gong and asked, "Look, isn't the boss a little strange? He has never come to pay me a greeting at this hour."

Madam Gong said, "Maybe it's cool and I can't sleep."

"I don't think it looks like..."

"Um?"

Song Ci immediately smiled and said, "Girls, come and serve the old lady, I'll rinse my mouth."

In fact, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but she had an inexplicable feeling of being seen through by Song Zhiyuan just now.

It feels like I can't cover my vest.

What a hell!

Song Zhiyuan got on the carriage at this time and ordered Jiang Fulai who was waiting next to the carriage: "Send someone to visit Songshan Temple to see if Master Jinghui returns from traveling around? If not, you can now know whereabouts of the master."

Jiang Fulai was a little puzzled, but he responded respectfully.

Then Song Zhiyuan put down the curtain, closed his eyes, leaned against the car bi, pressed his sore chest and let out a long breath.
Chapter completed!