Song Qing waved the command flag in his hand and looked at the tens of thousands of troops at the north gate of Jinling City and smiled calmly.
"Brothers, the Marshal caught wind and cold last night and felt a little unwell. He has already taken a carriage and rushed towards the capital! I will lead the team back to the capital!"
The tens of thousands of guards and soldiers looked at each other, looking a little confused.
"Lieutenant General Song, the commander-in-chief was even more powerful the day before yesterday. Besides, he is a martial arts practitioner. How can he say that he is infected with wind-cold?"
Song Qing looked at Cheng Kai with a stunned look on his face and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He then went up and gave Cheng Kai a gentle blow with the whip: "You talk a lot. You talk a lot. Can you suffocate yourself to death if you don't talk?"
"Song...Vice General Song!"
Zhou Baoyu raised the flag in his hand and looked at Song Qing eagerly: "The general also wants to know that the commander-in-chief is not someone who abandons his brothers. Did something happen to the commander-in-chief?"
Song Qing took a breath: "No, why do you have so many questions?"
"This subordinate is worried about the handsome man's health!"
"Forget it, you guys come with me, General!"
Song Qing murmured something to Cheng Kai and others, and looked at the strange expressions on their faces: "Go and deliver the order!"
"Brothers, return to Beijing to reply!"
On the official road to the capital, Young Master Liu was lying on the carriage with the curtain rolled up, his face a little sallow.
On the other hand, Qi Yun, who was beating her husband's back in the carriage, was radiant, as if she had taken some strange health care product. Her cheeks were a little bright red as she looked at the groaning Young Master Liu.
Young Master Liu rested his chin on the soft cushion and tilted his head to look at Ling Yang who was riding the horse.
Ling Yang's face was as cold as ice in the cold winter months. If it weren't for the dark pupils that still had some brilliance, to outsiders, Ling Yang would look like a walking zombie, lifeless and lifeless!
Ling Yang, who was riding on the horse, wiped the iron-tied bow in his hand from time to time, as if he was caressing a stunning beauty. Only at this time did Ling Yang's eyes have a sense of life.
"Second brother, please tell me something. You don't care if you shoot three arrows at your brother. Brothers like you are really boring!"
Ling Yang ignored Young Master Liu's words and kept wiping the iron bow in his hand.
"Second brother, if you don't say anything, at least smile. It's really awkward looking like a zombie. Come on, give me a smile!"
Ling Yang put the iron bow on his back, gently clamped the horse's belly and crotch, and the horse accelerated towards the front of the distant convoy, leaving Master Liu's carriage far behind.
"Madam, look, look, who is this person? I am so humble to my husband to make him happy, but he still has such a dead face."
"Husband..."
Qi Yun's voice is so sweet and moving, it's like taking a breath of spring breeze.
Mr. Liu, who was lying in the carriage, straightened up and sat up. He huddled tightly in the corner of the carriage and looked at the radiant Qi Yun in horror.
"Madam, don't talk like this, I'm afraid!"
Qi Yun rolled her eyes at her husband charmingly: "I just want to tell you that I want to feed Yaoyao and Chengzhi. You can go out!"
"Oh...that's good, that's good! Husband, let's go out now!"
Young Master Liu jumped out of the carriage and took a breath of cold air: "Yu'er, drive well and don't bump into the young lady!"
"Uncle, don't worry!"
"Liu Song, stop the carriage!"
"Master, why did you get off the carriage in front?"
"I want you to take care of it and drive well!"
"All right!"
"Santiao, sister Wei'er, it's your turn to play your cards!"
"Three...? I...I'll fight three too!"
Su Weier looked at her cards with a blank look on her face. She didn't know which card to play at all. It was natural that she didn't understand it since she had just started playing it for less than half a day!
Yun Qingshi, Qinglian, the third princess, and Su Weier were sitting in a luxurious carriage playing mahjong. As soon as Young Master Liu got on the carriage, he heard the sound of playing cards in the carriage!
"Xiaosong! Who loses and who wins?"
"Everyone except Miss Wei'er won!"
"Isn't this bullying newcomers?"
Liu Song looked at Young Master Liu strangely: "Master, you don't want to get involved, do you?"
"I can't watch Qing Shi and the others extort Weier's money!"
"Master, don't be confused. It will be enough for you to help any of the three ladies, so it's better to pretend not to know!"
Liu Mingzhi looked at the serious Liu Song and his heart trembled. Yes, the three of them are wives and it would be bad for anyone to help them, even though he, Qing Shi and Wei'er had not consummated their marriage.
But no one in the Liu family knew that at least they already had this relationship.
If the other two were jealous, wouldn't he have to drink porridge?
Young Master Liu shuddered all over and looked at Liu Song gratefully: "Xiao Song, slow down and the young master wants to get off the car."
"Master, be careful, don't fall!"
Liu Mingzhi jumped off the carriage again and turned around to get into another carriage. The voices of Song Yu and Liu Zhi'an were heard inside.
Young Master Liu breathed a sigh of relief, this is good, this is safe, this doesn't require porridge, and he got in without hesitation.
"Do you think that if the matter of the third brother is reported to the emperor truthfully, and the emperor knows that the White Lotus Sect has caused trouble for many years because of Wei Yong's selfishness, will he be furious and punish Wei Yong severely?"
Song Yu played with the wine glass and shook his head: "Do you still remember what the mountain chief told us?"
Liu Zhi'an drank all the wine in his glass with a complicated look on his face: "Can we really ignore justice in the world after weighing all the considerations?"
Song Yu was about to say something when he saw Young Master Liu getting into the carriage with a look of constriction on his face. He sat down a little further to make room for Young Master Liu.
"Hey, can you get up?"
The corners of Young Master Liu's mouth twitched and he laughed bitterly: "Uncle, didn't you accidentally twist your waist while practicing martial arts? It only takes a long time to practice, and it's not a fatal injury."
"My waist is not a disease, the pain is really terrible! Be careful in the future, there will be more days when your waist is twisted!"
Liu Zhian groaned and almost choked on his drink.
He put down the wine glass and looked at his eldest son calmly: "Have you thought about how to write the memorial?"
Liu Mingzhi shrugged: "How can I write it? It will be fine if it does not deviate from the content of the letter to His Majesty years ago. The leader of the White Lotus Sect has been executed, and the third uncle has committed suicide as a counselor of the White Lotus Sect. Wei Yong committed the crime back then. The guilt should be brought to light!"
Song Yu looked at Liu Mingzhi with a blank expression: "Doing this is tantamount to breaking up with Wei Yong. You should know in your heart that such an old case is not enough to shake Wei Yong's position!"
"I know, but sooner or later we have to reach a hostile position, so let's give it a try!"
"If you had thought about it, uncle wouldn't be able to say anything. Maybe the words your third uncle gave you before his death were more transparent than your uncle could see. The world has indeed changed now!"
"Uncle, did you hear about the reason for His Majesty's restructuring when you were in the capital? There must be some reason for the sudden restructuring in Ruian's first year, right?"
Song Qing's face darkened: "Zhi'er, I heard that the world is going to change, but my uncle feels that something is wrong. Just pretend that he doesn't know about it. The world belongs to His Majesty, and he can change it how he wants!"
"I see!"
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