The winter snow is still there, and the spring breeze is blowing.
The mandarin ducks are under the quilt and playing in the water.
Ning Yehong lay quietly in Song Che's arms, breathing with his breathing, and listening to his heartbeat.
Song Che rested his head on his head and looked at the top of the bed thoughtfully.
For a long time, for a long time,
"you."
"you."
The two spoke at the same time, wanting to say something.
"You speak first."
"You speak first."
Maybe they have such a tacit understanding because of their mutual understanding.
Ning Yehong smiled very sweetly and whispered in his ear from her chest to her arms: "You better say it first."
"Then I'll get straight to the point."
Song Che hugged the beauty tightly and said in a serious tone: "I don't want to have sex with you and have a night of fun. I want to have a happy relationship with you and have a happy relationship, no matter what your background is."
Her face was like a peach blossom in March, turning pink with shame, but she tilted her head: "Who knows how many women you have deceived with these love words..."
"But in fact, I only told you that even my wife has never been so explicit." Song Che paused and then said: "I have no choice but to join the Shen family. Being with you for a long time is what I want in my heart. "
Ning Yehong said, "If Shen Wenjun heard what you said, she would be so sad. Although I am a swordsman, I am not a bitch."
"Eat it in the bowl, look at it in the pot, think about it in your heart, think about it in your mind, lie on the pillow, hold her in..." Song Che hugged her a little closer and said with a smile: "In my arms."
Ning Yehong whispered: "He is not a swordsman, but he is cheap."
"What's your answer?" Song Che asked.
Ning Yehong was silent for a long time. The more she thought about it, the more hurt she became. She sighed: "I am full of joy to be your confidante, but you must not like me. From the time I was born, I have been destined not to be an ordinary husband and raise children." woman--"
"Who is your enemy?" Song Che asked quietly.
Ning Yehong no longer concealed anything, bit her lip, and said bitterly: "The current prince, the current prince, the future emperor, Zhao Sui... He was greedy for my mother's beauty, killed my father, and even branded me Got the bad seal."
She clenched her fists and trembled with hatred, "I will never forget the scene when my father was beaten to death!"
Song Che sighed: "Although these words are hurtful, maybe, maybe, probably, you will never be able to get revenge in this life."
"So what?" Ning Yehong said firmly: "One day, I will give it a try. Even if I fail, I will have no regrets!"
She felt sad again and said guiltily: "So Song Che, a woman like me who carries a blood feud and doesn't know her own abilities is not worth your care at all, not worth it..."
Even so, the closer she clung to him, the more reluctant she was to let go of this tenderness. She lived for hatred but met love, unable to make a choice in her entire life.
Song Che sighed, and he could only sigh. He wanted to make some promise, but how could he be so virtuous as to go against the future emperor? He wanted to persuade her to give up her hatred, but she couldn't.
"Don't think too much, at least tonight, no one has to accommodate anyone."
Ning Yehong took the initiative to meet him, bestowing all her tenderness on this man and leaving all her hatred behind.
The wind and snow are still there, and the lingering love is still there.
Early next morning.
Song Che woke up from a period of emptiness, and subconsciously wanted to hug the woman, but the pillow was already empty, leaving only the taste between his lips and teeth, the body fragrance on the quilt, the loneliness of worrying about gains and losses, and the nostalgic tenderness.
What else can be done?
Things in this world will most likely not go as planned.
Song Che let out a long sigh, put on the robe lying beside the pillow, walked to the window and opened it - a world of unstained ice and snow, a bustling morning market, auspicious snow heralded a good year, and he wanted to seize the end of the year At the end of the year, I returned to Suzhou to reunite with my family.
Meet and see off guests at Haikou Pier.
Although the great pirate Wang Zhi has been captured, Yang Song is nowhere to be found, which is no surprise at all.
In order to prevent the last accident from happening, Jiang Yuntian specially arranged a warship and mobilized 300 elite soldiers to escort Song Che back to Suzhou.
Song Che didn't want to run into any more trouble on his way back, so he simply agreed.
"Here, I found this at Wang Zhi's place. Now it's back to its original owner." Jiang Yuntian handed over a wooden box with a musket, electric baton, and telescope inside.
Song Che took the wooden box and couldn't help but sigh: "This time we say goodbye, I don't know when we will see each other again."
"Here, why are you so sad? Maybe one day I miss you and suddenly appear in front of you with a good wine and Brother Liao in hand?" Jiang Yuntian said carelessly.
"There should be a poem to say goodbye to this situation. Let me start with the first couplet." Liao Heng smiled, thought for a while, and blurted out:
"Haimen Beach will see off guests, and the pear blossoms are like snow, looking forward to next spring."
Song Che didn't know how to write poetry, but there was one line that was very suitable for the occasion. He nodded to all the friends on the ferry who came to see him off, and softly chanted:
"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world knows you."
"Uncle Song, take your leave."
"Mr. Bai, take it seriously."
"Everyone, see you later."
Song Che and Coco boarded the battleship under the watch of everyone and said goodbye.
…
It's not far from Tongzhou to Suzhou and can be reached by boat in just one day.
Today is the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, five days before the Spring Festival.
Although the Japanese pirates in Fujian, Guangdong and the north have not yet been completely wiped out, with the support of artillery and muskets, as well as the destruction of the largest pirate Wang Zhi, I believe that it will not be long before the chaos along the coast will completely subside.
Song Che has already said hello to Li Zhi. The Yang family has three salt farms in Dafeng Town. He will take over after the spring of next year.
Protecting the family and the country is the responsibility, making money and getting rich is the duty, Song Che has both.
"Sir, madam, is she...is she fierce?"
They were about to arrive in Suzhou, and Keke was feeling inexplicably nervous as she had Xiao Jiujiu on her hand.
"Her? As long as you don't make her angry, you'll be approachable. But once she gets angry, tsk tsk... she's scarier than a tigress, hehehe..."
Counting the days, I haven't seen Shen Wenjun for almost two months.
According to Liao Heng, Shen Wenjun took only one month to spread the "World Bank" in the four major cities in the south of the Yangtze River, Yangzhou, Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Jiangning. Now the flying money of his Shen family is really everywhere. fly.
"Sir, are the master and the old lady fierce?"
"Not fierce, not fierce."
Speaking of which, the mother-in-law’s belly must be quite big, right?
"Then...then sir, are your servants fierce? They don't want to bully me because I'm young."
"Oh, don't worry. Our Shen family is a benevolent family. Our main goal is to 'convince people with virtue'. Don't think that your husband is a son-in-law. In fact, this soft rice is hard to eat. You are my personal maid. No one dares to bully you."
My father-in-law, who has such a good reputation, now has a son-in-law who is the president of the guild, why can't he hold him in the palm of his hand?
"Mr. Bai, Suzhou Pier has arrived."
