The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate

Last night, Huanhuan inadvertently mentioned that the general’s birthday is half a decade away. In previous years, the general was away fighting and had no chance to celebrate her birthday. This year, the general is in Kyoto and asked Song Cun if he should celebrate her birthday. Song Cun didn’t know Song Feiyan’s birthday. Now that I know it, as the son of man, of course I have to celebrate her birthday. Since it is a birthday celebration, I must prepare a birthday gift in advance.

The next day, after breakfast, Song Cun took Huanhuan to the Zhenbao Pavilion. The Zhenbao Pavilion has three floors. The higher the floor, the more precious the treasures. I looked at it and saw what I liked, no matter how expensive it was, there were hair crowns for men and finger pullers for women, no matter what it was, I bought it, and if he couldn't use it, I took it back for my mother.

"Mr. Song, why are you here?"

Just as Song Cun finished speaking and asked the shopkeeper to wrap the finger, a low voice of questioning came from behind him. He frowned and turned around. Xie Xinglan stared at him coldly behind him.

He pointed to the wrench in the shopkeeper's hand, and said flatly, "Of course it's shopping."

After more than three months, Xie Xinglan did not expect to meet Song Cun in Zhenbao Pavilion, and Song Cun's attitude towards her was also wrong. When he met the wife who hadn't seen him for several months, his expression should not be so flat, and there was no trace of joy on his face , It can be seen that he didn't take her seriously at all. Thinking of this, her face was very stinky.

At this time, standing next to her was Shen Yuehan, the noble servant who had just entered the door. These days, under Shen Hanyue's gentleness, and she was two months pregnant, her father was happy, and her body recovered. After being picked up by him, she no longer had any worries, and lived a very comfortable life. In addition, she knew that she would not be welcomed by General Song, so she subconsciously blocked everything in the General's mansion. Gradually, she could no longer think of her husband-in-law. She didn't pick her up at her mother's house, not to mention that no one in Xie's house reminded her.

Although Shen Yuehan is Xie Xinglan's concubine cousin, he often comes to Xie's house as a guest. The Shen family has fallen, and as a concubine, being able to serve as a noble servant to his cousin is already an excellent marriage, not to mention that uncle loves him very much, even if he is a servant, With his uncle and cousin around, no one would want to wrong him. Life is so comfortable.

Of course he knew Song Cun, and he had never seen Song Cun since he entered the door. Of course he would not foolishly ask his cousin where Song Cun, who is his husband, went. There was nothing the other servants could do about it because they were jealous. He was the nephew of Mr. Xie's mansion. Those servants dared to provoke Song Cun, but they didn't dare to do anything to him.

He didn't expect to meet Song Cun here. If he had known such bad luck, he would not have begged his cousin to take him out to buy jewelry. A gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing the finger wrench in the shopkeeper's hand, Xie Xinglan's stiff face eased a little. She glanced at Yuehan next to her, and suddenly thought of the reason. Could it be that Song Cun was jealous because she accepted her servant?

Thinking of this, her face softened, and then she thought again, Song Cun has always been magnanimous and never jealous, it was because her servant did not tell him, and she was still a noble servant, it is normal for him to be angry, and Nian was tolerant before him For the sake of generosity, he didn't bother with him anymore, she turned her eyes to the wrench again, and the corner of her mouth curled up: "This jade wrench is not bad."

Song Cun smiled slightly: "It's not bad, the color matches my mother very well."

Mother?

Xie Xinglan's face froze slightly, she pointed at the wrench: "Is that for the general?"

Song Cun nodded slightly: "I just saw it and thought it was good, so I bought it."

Xie Xinglan clenched his fists, forcefully held back the aggrieved heart, without showing it on the surface, and said nonchalantly, "It's pretty good."

Song Cun looked at her and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Any thing else?

Is this what a man should ask his wife?

Xie Xinglan frowned subconsciously, and looked at him: "You are in good health, since we met, then let's go back home together?"

Shen Yuehan's heart tightened, and she looked at Song Cun.

Song Cun smiled: "It's not busy, my mother is rarely in the capital, I want to accompany her."

Shen Yuehan felt relieved, and couldn't help but want to laugh heartily. He had been hearing people say that Song Cun was not enlightened, and indeed he was not enlightened, so he even resisted his cousin. Does he still want to be favored like this? So what if he is a husband? Without the love of my cousin, I am nothing.

Hearing this, Xie Xinglan frowned unconsciously, and she looked closely at Song Cun: "You have been with her in the general's mansion for three months, should you go back to the mansion to accompany me?"

Song Cun endured the discomfort in his heart, glanced at Shen Yuehan next to him, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "Isn't someone accompanying you?"

Xie Xinglan looked at Shen Yuehan, Shen Yuehan showed a gentle smile, she choked up, feeling a little displeased, she turned her head and looked at Song Cun: "You are different, no matter how much you serve your husband, you can't compare to you, you are a real husband. "

Shen Yuehan lowered her head slightly. Even though she was willing to be her cousin's servant, she still couldn't help being jealous when she heard her say that. The sweetness of these days has disappeared with her words. Can you be my cousin's husband now?

Song Cun raised his eyebrows and said: "This is indeed a matter, and there is no rush. I have to tell my mother about going back. I will talk about it after I go back and see my mother."

Well, he is Ma Baonan now, so he has to tell his mother everything.

Seeing that she was displeased, Song Cun didn't want to break his face now, so he said: "After all, I have been living in the general's mansion these days, and I should go through my mother when I go back to the mansion."

Song Cun has already said so, what else can Xie Xinglan say, he can only let him. Song Cun didn't want to go back to the house, and she lost the mood to buy treasures, so she took Shen Hanyue out.

Song Cun glanced at her back, turned around and went to the second floor, picked out a sword for Song Feiyan, paid the money, and then slowly returned to the General's Mansion.

Song Feiyan is not busy these days, she heard that Song Cun came back from playing outside, she called him over, and said: "Xie Xinglan is pregnant, if you are really ready to divorce, when her belly grows bigger, mother Just come to the door to mention the matter of reconciliation. The concubine was not born, but the concubines gave birth one by one, how can there be like them?"

Song Cun was a little surprised, he said: "I met her in Zhenbao Pavilion today, but I didn't find that she was pregnant."

After a pause, he spoke again: "Since it's a concubine, I insist on reconciling."

Song Feiyan looked relaxed: "It's been just two months, and it's normal if you don't notice it. Leave this matter to your mother."

During the two-month pregnancy, the father of the child must not be the son, and the son has been in the general's mansion for these three months.

Her son only needs to practice martial arts well, and for other things, no one would want him to be wronged if she is around, not to mention his status is not just her son.

Xie Xinglan did not wait for Song Cun's return in the mansion, but he waited for the news that the King Hu had chosen his son. No matter who he is or what his status is, even if he is a servant, all the men in Daqian can participate in the competition. The winner is the Huguo The eldest son of the palace, the next protector of the king.

As soon as the news came out, the whole of Guizhou was alarmed. Everyone thought that the King Protector would choose a boy from the Xuanpinghou Mansion to be his son, and the son of the concubine who had already developed inner strength in the Xuanpinghou Mansion was the most likely , I didn't expect that he would come up with a way to choose an heir through a martial arts competition, which shows how deep his resentment towards the Xuanping Hou Mansion is.

Empress Daqian looked at the man next to her with a smile, and asked, "It's too late for you to regret it now."

Lu Jingsheng lazily said: "I never regret it." I didn't regret it more than ten years ago, and I don't regret it now.

The queen pointed at him, and said with a smile: "You, you, you still hold grudges like this for so many years, I wondered what Xuan Pinghou did?"

Lu Jingsheng didn't speak, but said: "Is there anything else the emperor needs to do? It's fine, I'm leaving."

The queen shook her head, her face full of helplessness: "Okay, you step back."

Lu Jingming walked out of the hall with a slightly cold face, holding grudges?

He doesn't hold grudges, some hatreds are too deep to be forgotten in a lifetime, and he doesn't allow himself to forget them.

Song Feiyan was slightly taken aback when she heard the news that the King Hu had chosen his son. After a while, she suddenly burst out laughing, looked at Steward Song beside her, and asked, "Do you think this is God's will?"

Steward Song was also a little excited, he bowed and replied: "With the skill of the eldest young master, he must be the son of the world, it's not God's will."

If the king had chosen his son a few months earlier, and the young master hadn't practiced martial arts at that time, even if he had chosen his son, he wouldn't have much chance. Now that the Eldest Young Master's martial arts is so perfect, even a general can't defeat him. He is no different from the prince protecting him back then, he deserves to be the son of the prince, not to mention he should be the prince protecting the prince.

Song Feiyan smiled and said, "Go and call Song Cun over, and I'll tell him about it."

Go to a martial arts competition, and be the son of the protector of the king?

Song Cun: "..."

Song Cun also heard about this matter, and after that, he didn't feel at ease. He didn't think it had anything to do with him. He temporarily set the protection of the king as his goal, but he didn't want to be the protection of the king. He didn't expect his mother to let him Go to the tournament.

Song Feiyan smiled and said: "If you don't know martial arts, then that's fine. But your martial arts are better than your mother, so wouldn't it be a pity if you don't become the son who protects the king?"

Song Cun looked at him: "The Lord Protector also said that if you want to be a prince, you must recognize him as a godfather. Do you agree?"

Song Feiyan smiled meaningfully: "If your little father is not around, if you have a godfather to protect you, what's the problem?"

Daddy is not around? Didn't his father die when he was young?

Song Cun noticed the loophole in the words, glanced at her, and found that she didn't notice, he pretended not to know and didn't remind her, but he became a little curious about Yuanzhen's father, he said: "If mother wants me to go to the martial arts competition, then I'll go."

Song Feiyan said: "It's not that mother wants you to go to the martial arts competition, but that you have to go to the martial arts competition. You want to reconcile and leave. Although the atmosphere in Daqian is open, there are many rules for reconciling and leaving men. If you become the son of the royal family, you will There are no rules to restrict you."

After all, the prince who protects the prince is the most unruly prince, and the queen indulges him, and no one else has the right to restrain him.

She continued: "If you become the crown prince, then the matter of reconciliation will be much easier, and the outside world will not be able to criticize you. The Lord Protector knows about your matter, so he has to come forward to help you solve it."

After more than ten years of ignoring her son and becoming his godson, she wants to see if he can still let him go. For many things, she said that it is God's will, and no one has the right to be the heir to protect the king.

Song Cun nodded: "I know. I will become the heir of the protector king."

He is not naive, he knows that if he wants to live freely in such a world, martial arts is still not enough, and he must have a matching identity.

Song Feiyan smiled with satisfaction.