"Second uncle has already taken care of things. In a few days, Song Yu will go to the border with General Weiyuan. The border has a special geographical location. Food and other items cannot be produced on their own. They all rely on Beijing to deploy them. You are worried about him."
Xihe pursed his lips and refused to answer.
Song Mo rubbed the folding fan with his fingertips and suddenly said: "The second aunt has already booked a girl from the Shen family and will come to propose to her on a certain day."
Xihe subconsciously raised his head: "What?"
Song Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her without speaking.
Xihe: "..."
Blinking for a while, he looked away as if nothing had happened: "Really? Miss Shen, I've seen her before. Her heroic appearance is different from ordinary boudoir ladies. Her family background is good, and Mrs. Shen has good taste."
Song Mo's eyes moved down and fell on the sleeves she was unconsciously clenching.
In late spring, the flowers in the small courtyard are in full bloom and the vegetation is neatly built. Sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves. The girl opposite is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features and delicate eyes. Even wearing a light green shirt can't stop her beauty.
Song Mo suddenly smiled: "Second Aunt naturally has excellent eyesight."
"She has been looking forward to such a son for most of her life. Naturally, she wants to give him the best of everything in the world. If it weren't impossible now, I guess Princess Shang has her thoughts."
"Sister Yue'er, you should know it best since you have been with her for so many years."
Xihe nodded: "I understand."
Song Mo raised his hand and handed over a cup of herbal tea: "Relieve the heat."
Xihe was speechless for a moment. Did this mean to tell her not to get angry? Xihe took it and took a sip, stood up and strode towards the door: "Okay, I'll leave now and come back tomorrow."
Behind him, Song Mo was sitting in a wheelchair, smiling and saying nothing.
Xiaowu: "..."
Hesitatingly, he stepped closer to his master and looked at him carefully: "Master, you..."
Song Mo closed his eyes: "Let's make arrangements for Lao He and others to come see me."
That night, a few sneaky people entered the small courtyard and stayed for more than two hours before leaving without the crowd.
The next day, the military rations that had been suppressed for a long time were finally approved and a day was chosen to escort them to the frontier.
Xihe was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and couldn't help but look to the other side.
The man was sitting on the couch, his legs were densely pricked with silver needles, his eyes were closed tightly, beads of sweat continued to appear on his forehead, and the veins in the hand holding the folding fan were bulging.
Xihe pursed his lips and said softly: "Thank you."
Song Mo opened his eyes, with a look of pain on his face: "If Yue'er really wants to thank you, just give me some pain relief. Hiss, I didn't expect it to hurt~"
Xihe smiled happily and said, "Isn't this what you asked for?"
Song Mo suddenly felt helpless: "Yue'er, please spare me."
At first there was no response no matter how much I tried, but then I gradually felt a slight numbness.
He hasn't felt this kind of pain for a long, long time. He enjoyed it very much at first, but then the feeling became more and more clear. Song Mo: ...Forget it, he still wants to feel comfortable.
Xihe held back his laughter and took off the silver needle, and Song Mo immediately showed a relieved expression.
Even so, Xihe breathed a sigh of relief. At least Song Yu's probability of winning the battle was higher. She did not thank her again, but silently decided to work harder and let Song Mo stand up earlier.
Song Mo looked at her and suddenly said: "I decided to follow your idea."
Xihe was surprised: "What do you think?"
Song Mo raised his chin, pointed in the direction of the palace, and said: "But we can't rush it, at least until next year."
Xihe blinked, wondering why he suddenly changed his mind.
Song Mo smiled, and it was as bright as a flower in full bloom: "I thought about it, and I think you are right. There are troubles everywhere now, there are too many things to do, and his existence is too much of a hindrance."
Xihe was stunned for a moment, and was instantly overjoyed.
The Ninth Five Emperor, who probably ranks among tens of millions of people, never thought that someone would think that he was too much of a hindrance, so he decided to kill him to make room for the prince.
In an instant, the two reached a consensus.
evening,
Xihe left, and Song Mo walked to the door: "Xiao Wu, help me send Yue'er off."
Xihe waved his hand, but Xiaowu listened to his master and took the snack box from the maid's hand and stood behind her. Xihe could only wave his hand to indicate that he would come back tomorrow.
When he got home, Xihe still had a smile on his face.
Mr. Jiang was lying leisurely on the rocking chair. When he saw her coming in carrying pastries from Mingyuelou, he exclaimed, "Where did you find the money?"
The pastries were placed on the table. Xihe entered the room and said casually: "I picked them up at the door."
I combed my hair, changed my clothes, and left the room. I found that there was an extra person in the courtyard. My eyes lit up and I walked over quickly: "Brother? Why are you here?"
Song Yu has been so busy lately that she hasn't been here for several days.
Mr. Jiang took a bite of crystal cake: "He will set off in two days. He came here to say goodbye. Well, let me tell you, why are you working so hard now that you have no worries about food and clothing? Is that battle so easy to fight? What if? Broken arms and legs...ah, nothing will happen to my dear grandson!"
In an instant, the pastry in my mouth lost its flavor.
Xihe looked at Song Yu, who nodded: "We will set off in three days."
Xihe was shocked: "So fast!"
She wasn't prepared for many things like this!
Song Yu reassured: "Originally we had to wait half a month, but the food and grass have arrived, so General Weiyuan planned to leave early and escort the food and grass."
In fact, General Weiyuan should have left long ago. Firstly, there was insufficient food and grass, and secondly, he was suppressed by His Majesty.
Now that everything was ready, he naturally didn't want to wait any longer. He just wanted to return to the military camp without stopping. What could he say about this troubled capital? Not as comfortable as the frontier.
Xihe was anxious: "But..."
Mr. Jiang patted his butt and stood up: "Eat first, eat first, we'll talk about this unappetizing thing later!"
Song Yu touched Xihe's head with gentle eyes: "Let's eat first."
Xihe: "..."
The meal was tasteless.
Song Yu saw it funny and couldn't help but raise her hand to poke her cheek. Xihe slapped his hand away angrily, remembering what Song Mo said: "What about your marriage to Miss Shen?"
Shen Piaopiao is two years older than him. If the delay continues, will the Shen family be willing?
"Marriage? Miss Shen?"
Mr. Jiang suddenly became energetic: "Hurry up and tell me!"
Song Yu frowned, then let go, and said, "Master, it's okay. I'm going to the military camp now, and I don't know when I'll be back. How can I delay this girl?"
After comforting the old man and coaxing him to sleep, he looked at Xihe.
Xihe felt a little guilty: "You, why are you looking at me like this?"
Do you want to scold her again for speaking out? emmm, but didn’t Song Mo say that he had already invited matchmakers to come to his door? Huh, what a liar.
Song Yu said seriously: "It's true that I hired a matchmaker, but I didn't agree."
Xihe: "Huh?"
I blinked and didn't react for a while.
Song Yu pressed his temples and sat down on the stone bench: "As I said just now, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and I have no idea whether it is life or death. How can I delay Miss Shen?"
Moreover, he had no feelings for the girl at all. Wouldn't it be harmful to marry her?
Xihe immediately choked: "What's the point? Aren't you also willing to let go of grandpa and the Song family?"
Song Yu: "..."
