The dark clouds dispersed and the white moonlight fell.
Xihe put his arms behind his head and chatted with Song Yu: "Did something happen? I feel like you are not in a good mood today."
Her sudden words confused Song Yuwen.
After being stunned for a long time, he said: "My father talked to me today. He wanted me to enter the military camp."
"Then what do you think?"
"I……"
Xihe turned his head and saw the hesitation on his face through the moonlight, and laughed: "Are you worried about me and grandpa? There is nothing to worry about. Beijing has always been stable. Besides, even if something happens What does the affairs of those big shots have to do with us ordinary people?"
"How wonderful it would be to protect our country, drive out the Tatars, and become a great hero that everyone respects."
Song Yu pursed her lips, not really relieved because of her two words of comfort.
Yes, how could he feel relieved? One was an old man who was half-buried, and the other was a young woman waiting to be married. The Song family's attitude towards them was still so dispensable, and the borderland was thousands of miles away from the capital.
Song Yu could not imagine how desperate they would be if they encountered trouble and had no way to call for help.
Song Yu was completely in a dilemma at this time.
He could clearly see that Mrs. Song really didn't care about Yue'er. She was now focused on finding him a wife he wanted. She was attending various banquets all day long, and recently she even went to the General's Mansion.
As for Mr. Song, he has always felt that these are women's affairs, and he will not care about them unless they are brought to his attention.
Xihe blinked, thinking about whether to expose his martial arts skills so that he would stop worrying at all? As a result, before she could speak, Song Yu smiled and patted her head: "Yueer, don't worry, I will think carefully about what to do."
Since there is a problem, then solve it. No matter how much you think about it, it will be useless.
He stood up and stretched out his hand towards Xihe: "Miss Yue'er, can you go back to the house now?"
Xihe was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Song Yu would also make a joke. He suddenly became happy and slapped his hand. He stood up and ran towards the ladder. Song Yu was so frightened that he followed behind and shouted "Be careful".
The next day,
Mr. Jiang also knew that Song Yu was going to enter the military camp.
He frowned fiercely and was very dissatisfied: "Is Mr. Song out of his mind? He obviously has a great family and a big business, but he still lets the eldest child go to the military camp to fight! No, I don't agree! You are not allowed to go!"
Xihe lowered his head to eat and didn't say anything.
Mr. Jiang slapped her on the back: "Eat quickly, call your brother after you finish, I have to explain it to him!"
Xihe almost spit out his rice. He glared at Mr. Jiang, finished the meal quickly, and then went out. Of course, she didn't go to find Song Yu, but went to a small courtyard in the next street.
Dong dong dong,
"Miss Yue'er, are you here? Come in quickly."
Xiao Wu opened the door diligently: "My master is already waiting in the house. He has bought all the silver needles and prescription medicines. Do you think when is the best time to start?"
Xihe threw the cloth bag in his hand: "Fry this medicine."
Although the courtyard is small and well-equipped, Doctor Guang has three or four of them, and the maids and servants who come and go are all nimble. Xihe walked through the courtyard and entered the master bedroom, and suddenly a wave of heat hit his face.
The room was surrounded by thick curtains, airtight, and there was a large medicine barrel in the middle.
Song Mo opened his eyes, his lips were pale and he looked tired: "Sister Yue'er, I'm going to trouble you next. If you need anything, just tell Xiao Wu."
Xihe said 'hmm' and put his hand into the bucket: "The water is not warm enough, please add more."
Several doctors looked at each other, and Xiao Wu quickly patted the boy next to him and urged: "Hurry up, go boil some water!"
Song Mo looked at Xihe and suddenly blinked: "Sister Yue'er, if I am like this, my innocence has been exposed by you?"
Xihe glanced at him, opened the silver needle on the table to check, and said casually: "You can choose not to be treated."
Song Mo: "..."
The sentence 'Should you be responsible for me?' was stillborn.
Song Mo closed his eyes and leaned on the medicine bucket, with sweat breaking out on his forehead: "The news of the prince's recovery was sent back to the palace. Several princes were extremely excited and begged your majesty to visit. As a result, the prince suffered from cold that day. I have had a high fever for several days.”
Xihe stopped searching for the silver needle, and after a while, he sneered: "Trash!"
There are so many people who can't even protect one person. What is it if it's not trash? The prince was unlucky to meet such a group of people.
Song Mo then laughed, but it turned out that he didn't laugh. As soon as he smiled, he started coughing: "Ahem, cough, cough, Yue'er is right, he is indeed a waste." He then asked Xihe what he planned to do?
Xihe turned around: "What was your original plan?"
Song Mo was momentarily stuck, his eyes drifting from side to side: "This, I kind of forgot... Yue'er, I'll follow you, and I'll do whatever you say!"
Xihe looked at him with a half-smile, and Song Mo smiled.
Xihe was speechless and said angrily: "See if he's dead? If he's dead, forget it. If he's not dead, just give him another chance."
Song Mo immediately said: "Then I will ask Xiao Wu to arrange for you to go later?"
Xihe immediately frowned and looked at him suspiciously: "Are you so concerned about the prince? What is your relationship?" Is there some py deal?
Song Mo: "He is my junior brother's cousin's cousin's brother's cousin."
Xihe: "...What is this mess? Hurry, the time is up. Just shut up and lie down. I'm going to start acupuncture."
The silver needles were extremely thick. Song Mo's face suddenly turned green. He swallowed hard and looked at Xihe pitifully: "Yue'er, you can't take this opportunity to take revenge~"
Xiao Wu stepped forward, fished Song Yu out of the water, and put her on the bed.
Holding his limbs, he said with sincerity on his honest face: "Master, don't worry, Miss Yue'er is not this kind of person."
Song Mo: "..."
No, he thinks she is!
…
About two hours later, after the injection, everyone was as if they had been fished out of water. Song Mo lay on the bed without wanting to move a finger, and he did not want to think about the treatment process at all.
Xihe asked him how he felt?
Song Mo turned his head, glanced at her, and uttered four words: "Life is worse than death!"
Xihe chuckled and wiped the sweat off his face, then stood up and walked to the door: "That's it, I'll come back in a few days. If you feel uncomfortable, ask Xiao Wu to come to me in Wutong Lane."
Opening the door, he turned around and smiled: "Have a good rest."
Song Mo opened his mouth and was about to say that you should also take a good rest when the door slammed shut in front of him.
Song Mo: "..."
The next night,
As soon as Mr. Jiang lay down, Xihe sneaked out of the door.
Xiaowu drove the carriage, which passed through the city gate and headed towards Xiangguo Temple outside the city.
