Song Yu: "..."
He lowered his head and glanced at Xihe, then strode forward: "Girl, please don't joke. My family is from a poor family, and I don't have any relatives from a high-ranking family. I'm afraid you may have read it wrong."
Xihe was anxious: "It's true, you and my mother really look exactly the same. If you don't believe it, let's go back to our house together to prove it."
"With these eyebrows, eyes, and contours, no one else is so similar to my mother."
Xihe came forward and said, "I'm not sure, which relative of my family are you?"
Song Yu felt bad, this girl was afraid that she would depend on him.
The mountains were covered with heavy snow, making a creaking sound with every step. Xihe held up the hem of her skirt and walked unsteadily with each step, talking non-stop.
After walking for about ten minutes, I finally saw a wooden house hidden in the forest.
The wooden house is simple and low, surrounded by towering pine trees. When the wind blows, the snow falls rustlingly, and a big wolf dog barks and runs over, wagging its tail affectionately against Song Yu.
Xihe's eyes widened: "Is this your dog?"
Song Yu walked around the wolf dog, carried the wolves to the front of the house, threw it on the wooden table in the courtyard, and made a 'bang' sound: "Afu is fierce, girl, don't get too close to him."
He boiled water, heated the pot, and handed a piece of cake to Xihe: "Eat it."
Xihe took it obediently, sat on the stool and started eating.
The yellow multigrain cake has rough grains. If swallowed in one gulp, it will be very harsh on the throat and difficult to swallow. Xihe choked and rolled his eyes, and quickly went to drink water.
Song Yu turned his head and glanced, then lowered his head and continued to collect the prey.
More than a dozen wild wolves, their chatter is deadly.
Xihe squinted his eyes as he ate. Song Yu's martial arts skills were undoubtedly high.
Even without the help of the Song clan, he still learned his skills through self-study. This time should be used on the battlefield, but he never expected to be trapped in the capital by a woman, ending up with the country and family destroyed.
After all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. As long as he has the opportunity to leave the capital, the Yue Kingdom may not be destroyed.
However, she is the one using this body now.
She didn't ask for much, she just wanted to spend her life in peace. She thought that if there were no conflicts, everyone should be in peace.
Song Yu was quick with his hands and feet, and he skinned the wolves and dried them in a short time.
The intact fur was hung to dry on the hemp rope in the courtyard. When the snowy wind blew, it instantly became frozen and stiff.
He closed the door and walked to Xihe: "I will take you down the mountain."
He was still wearing the same shabby linen clothes, with a hatchet stuck at his waist. The tall man stood in front of her. If his face wasn't so handsome, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was a mountain villager.
Xihe clapped his hands and stood up: "Okay."
The days are shorter in winter, and it is already afternoon when the sun sets in the west. The snow forest is silent except for the footsteps of two people walking.
It was easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. After falling a few times, Xihe finally chose to shut up.
She held on to the trees and grass paths and carefully moved down the mountain. If she accidentally fell, Song Yu would stop and look back at her. When she got up, she turned around and continued on her way, so indifferently.
Xihe comforted himself that the person had been found anyway, and the next step was for her to leave the house and start her own business.
The sun sets towards nightfall.
Human voices and dogs barking were heard in the distance, and torches were shining in the mountains. They were all calling her name: "Miss, Miss, where are you?"
Listen carefully, there is also the voice of the maid.
Xihe was pleasantly surprised: "It's Xue'er. Master, let's go there quickly."
"Ms. Miss."
"I'm here."
The maid Xue'er rushed over and looked at Xihe carefully. Seeing that she was fine, her eyes suddenly turned red: "Miss, why did you go out alone again?"
Xihe reassured: "Okay, okay, stop crying, am I okay?"
Turning his head: "Fortunately, I met someone today...hey, where is that person?"
The shadows of the trees in the mountain were swaying, it was dark, and there was no sign of the man.
The maid was surprised: "Miss, what did you say?"
Xihe blinked: "I was walking in the mountains today and met a person who looked very similar to my mother. He saved me. I never thought that the person would actually leave."
The maid didn't care: "Okay, okay, miss, let's go home quickly. Look at you, your clothes are soaked through."
A group of people went down the mountain.
The Song family courtyard was suddenly in full swing. Everyone started to boil water for cooking. The eldest son Song next door also sent people to inquire and let her have a good rest.
Now that he has found the person, Xihe is not in a hurry.
Before coming, the reason she gave was to enjoy the snow and the scenery. The next day, she took the maid around for a good tour of the area and even bumped into Mr. Song.
On a snowy day, he was still holding a folding fan in his hand.
He is a handsome young man with a handsome appearance. His whole life has been a romantic affair outside the secular world. His eyes are extremely indifferent, and Xihe is only seen with his jaw.
The moment we passed each other, there was only the scent of fragrance.
When the man walked away, Xihe looked back. The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with snow-capped mountains stretching in the distance, followed by two attendants in black.
Xihe thought deeply, he had never seen this person in his previous life.
The three eldest masters of the Song Dynasty were all on good terms, and the children at home were relatively close to each other, and they interacted with each other from time to time. However, there was not much news about this eldest son, and he never returned to Beijing throughout his life.
This time...why?
After staying in the courtyard for a few days, someone from the government came to inquire, so Xihe pushed his boat back to his hometown along the current.
As soon as I went out, I saw the carriage and horses of Lord Song outside the courtyard.
Xueer quickly asked: "But you want to go back home?"
The attendant said: "Exactly."
The car set off, and the two carriages, one in front and one behind, left two deep and winding traces in the snow, heading towards the city.
The noise came, the curtains were lifted, and there was a lot of excitement outside the window.
Not long after, the car passed through the busy streets, turned into Wutong Lane, and stopped in front of the gates of Yushi Zhongcheng Mansion and Song Mansion.
The servant opens the door to welcome people.
The Censor Zhongcheng's Mansion naturally knew that his own lady had returned, but the Song Mansion looked confused and didn't know who she was.
Xihe laughed and scolded: "Why don't you come over quickly to pick up your eldest son?"
The servant subconsciously looked at the young master in the wheelchair. He had slender eyebrows and long eyes, and felt vaguely familiar. The clever man had already sent someone to invite his master.
Mrs. Song was drinking tea with her sister-in-law in her mansion. When she heard the news, she immediately dropped the cup in her hand and hit the ground.
There was a bang and tea splashed everywhere.
Mrs. Song was surprised: "Sister-in-law?"
Mrs. Song, however, didn't care to elaborate and rushed out of the door with big steps, her back hurried and her steps messy.
When he walked to the door and saw the young man, his eyes suddenly turned red.
"Da Lang!"
"My mother-in-law!"
He rushed forward, then stopped abruptly. His hands were shaking and he didn't know how to start, and his face was filled with tears.
Next, the three houses of the Song family were extremely lively.
The eldest lady cried and laughed, and Uncle Song, who hurried back in a hurry, also had red eyes. The concubines in the three houses of the Song family had given birth to litter after litter, but the direct lineage was extremely thin.
The ancients valued direct grandchildren the most, so one can imagine the excitement of the Song family.
