Bondage

Song Yao didn't have to be silent, and never caused any waves in the Song Mansion.

She was originally a young lady in a deep boudoir, and no one in the family cared about her, let alone outsiders.

Song Nian sat in the room looking at the scenery outside the window, and became more and more silent. When she occasionally saw Ming Xiang, she would raise a sweet smile to show her lively and bright side.

During the New Year's Eve, she would also have meals with her brothers, sister-in-law, and the second and third householders. Song Fu became more and more like a father. I met my father in the mansion.

And her sister-in-law has become what she thought a mistress should be, and what she once hoped most for a mother.

"Miss, all the letters you sent to the family temple were returned by the old lady."

Song Nian took the letter and said in a low voice, "Did she return it, or did someone in the house return it?"

Yinsu said: "Madam returned it in person. Madam said that she is far away from the world now, so you don't have to miss her as an outsider."

"Mother, she..."

Song Nian lowered her head, not knowing if her mother didn't care about her, or if she finally woke up and couldn't bear to drag herself down.

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

Throwing the letters into the copper basin, Song Nian lit the fire, and watched the tongue of fire swallow the paper and turn it into black ashes.

"Yin Su, there is no need to go to the family temple in the future, the people in the house will take good care of my mother."

"Miss……"

Song Nian smiled and shook her head: "If she has no self in her heart as before, I will only remind her of her second sister when I go to visit her, and it will make her sad."

"If she has me in her heart... she should hope that I hate her, ignore her, and marry to the Ming family with peace of mind."

Yin Su looked at her young lady who was clearly in the prime of life, but her eyes were still full of depression, and her nose was sore.

Song Nian was already well-behaved, but now it was as quiet as if there was no one in the house. Ming Xiang felt shivering every time he thought of the scene of Song Nian calling her sister-in-law with sweets to the new house on the day she got married.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Fu stood behind Ming Xiang, stretched out two fingers and gently brushed her cheek.

Ming Xiang blushed: "Husband...husband."

Song Fu snorted and laughed: "You are very eloquent outside now, how come you can't speak eloquently when you are with me in the room?"

Ming Xiang glared at him, the tips of his ears turned red.

"Ming...you know what to ask."

He took out a book from his hand, Song Fu put it in front of Ming Xiang, while he changed into his normal clothes and leaned on the couch, Ming Xiang picked up the book and turned to the place where he hadn't finished reading yesterday, and began to read.

This can be regarded as the boudoir love of her husband and wife, since the day he married Song Fu, Song Fu would find some books for her to read to him slowly every day.

Previously, she couldn't finish reading a page in one night, but Song Fu never lost patience, and would accompany her to practice word by word over and over again.

Thinking of the past, Ming Xiang felt shy, and suddenly lost his mind and read a wrong sentence.

Song Fu raised his head and looked at her with a half-smile, which made Ming Xiang's face blush.

Now he speaks less and less, but even if Song Fu doesn't speak, she can still see the joke and ridicule in this man's eyes.

Ming Xiang wrinkled his nose and gave him an angry look, but not only failed to catch Song Fu, but made him smile lowly.

Not daring to look at him anymore, Ming Xiang restrained his mind and went to study slowly.

It wasn't until the two of them were about to rest that Song Fu said slowly: "Wan'er is a month old, don't write letters to the palace in the future, it will gradually fade away."

In the dark, Ming Xiang hummed lightly, obediently agreeing.

Wan'er is about to give birth, and if the prince is born, he will be the eldest son of the emperor. If the filial piety period in the mansion passes and he returns to the court, it will be difficult for the former court and the harem to communicate again.

Lying on his back, Song Fu looked at the curtain above his head, remembering when he was young, his father used to hold him and his aunt to make wine in the courtyard.

At that time, his father also loved his aunt very much, but since his aunt entered the palace, his brother and sister gradually drifted away.

Song Fu didn't understand when he was young, but now he follows in his father's footsteps, so he can understand his feelings a little bit.

Some feelings, although not expressed, do still exist in the heart.

Raising his hand to embrace Ming Xiang into his arms, Song Fu sighed: "I heard that Wan'er is tired from being pregnant, and the reaction is great. I don't know if she is okay."

Ming Xiang stretched out his hand to hold Song Fu's hand: "The Holy Majesty loves Wan'er, and will give Wan'er the best care, husband, don't worry."

Song Fu gave a low hum, and then said after a while: "You don't know, Wan'er talked a lot when she was young, and when she was babbling, she would call brother and brother all day long. Later, she grew up to be a little bit big, and she was really a fan. Diao Yuzhuo is at such a lovable age, every time I see him, I have to call out Brother Tiantian."

"Why sweet?"

"At that time, I didn't know where Nanny Song bought some Liu Ji Su Tang to sweeten her mouth, so she remembered it."

"Wan'er has been intelligent since childhood."

Song Fu said with a smile: "Since then, I always buy her some crispy candy. When she was seven or eight years old, she ate the tooth, which scared me so much that I dare not buy it for her again."

Ming Xiang squeezed Song Fu's palm, not knowing how to comfort him.

No matter how good the Holy One treats Wan'er, he will be the king of a country first, and then become Wan'er's husband.

Although the Song family will take advantage of Wan'er's momentum to rise to the top, it is also doomed that the two sides will never be as close as before.

"I don't know what kind of temperament Wan'er and the Holy Lord's child will have?"

Song Fu thought for a while and said, "Should be extremely intelligent."

He and his wife had a very intimate conversation in the boudoir at night, but they didn't know that Shen Qianyu was haggard, like a serious illness.

Song Wan's baby had a great reaction, she couldn't eat from the moment she became pregnant, and whenever there was any strange smell in the house, her complexion would turn pale, her stomach would churn, and she would vomit as much as she ate throughout the day.

If she wasn't in good condition and didn't look sluggish, Shen Qianyu would have lifted the roof of the imperial hospital, making those old imperial doctors suffer from wind, rain, sun exposure and severe cold every day.

Bringing the slightly oily pure white rice porridge to Song Wan, Shen Qianyu took a spoon and asked her to open her mouth.

"I made this porridge with my own hands. It has never been touched by others, and it has absolutely no smell of rouge and incense."

"This spoon is also freshly roasted. It has never been scooped with meat. Take a bite, Wan'er."

Song Wan held his stomach and reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl.

"I'll do it myself. You look more haggard than me now."

"And there is no need for such pampering, let the people in the small kitchen cook it, I can't bear you to be so tired."

Song Wan's tone was gentle, and there was distress in her words. Shen Qianyu listened to the soft you and me in her mouth, and sweetness blossomed in her heart.

In the past, His Majesty Wan'er called him, but he didn't feel anything, but now he could feel that he had finally entered into Wan'er's heart little by little.

Shen Qianyu smiled foolishly, the man was holding a special small spoon in his big palm, and he was overjoyed with the black and green beauty in front of his eyes.

"Wan'er loves me so much, she only eats more when I cook it."

"Wan'er opens his mouth."

Song Wan smiled helplessly, and could only let Shen Qianyu go.

For some reason, her pregnancy was extremely difficult.

Not only tormenting her, but also tormenting Shen Qianyu, seeing that Shen Qianyu looked more haggard and tired than her, Song Wan subconsciously lowered his head and patted his stomach.