After saying this, Xihe regretted it.
Is it Song Yu's own business to marry or not, and is it her turn to be guided by an outsider? Even though Song Yu was very concerned about her because of her identity and relationship with Mr. Jiang, there was a difference between closeness and distance.
Xihe hurriedly poured a glass of water: "I just spoke out loud, please don't be angry, brother."
"It's just that the border is a bitter cold place, and the battlefield is even more blind. Brother, you should take care of yourself when you go there. My grandpa and I will always remember you when we are in Beijing."
Song Yu took it, lowered his head and took a sip, then put it down: "I will do it."
Xihe nodded, and the two of them suddenly fell into silence. The sky was covered with red clouds, dusk reflected in the yard, and the big trees next to them were already covered with leaves.
Xihe couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the person opposite. His nose was broad and his face became more and more handsome.
She was in a daze, could it be him?
According to past practice, 009 is usually the person closest to her, so even if she knew about Song Yu's past and knew that he was destined to marry a wife and have children, she still couldn't help but pay attention and test him.
But, now it seems that it is really not the case.
Xihe blinked and stood up with a smile: "I didn't know that my eldest brother left so early and I didn't prepare anything. Now go and prepare."
Song Yu nodded: "Okay."
The man's eyelids drooped slightly, and his slightly calloused hands rubbed the rim of the cup.
Xihe stared at him for a while, smiled, turned around and entered the house, never looking back.
Gouzi was stunned: "Why are you laughing?"
"I just suddenly realized that I had been doing something wrong all along."
Xihe opened the door, opened the drawer, and took out the half-sewn amulet: "Er Gouzi, tell me, between me and 009, does he love me more, or do I love him more?"
Gouzi: "...About?"
If you ask me about a dog with this love in my heart, ah, it’s not a dog!
Xihe threaded the needle and sewed carefully, stitch by stitch, with an extremely clear mind: "If a person really loves you, you can't leave or run away, unless he intentionally lets you go."
"So, I just have to be myself."
She doesn't have to work hard to attract him, and she doesn't have to know his movements all the time. As long as she stands here, he will rush to her - this is the confidence 009 gives her.
Therefore, no matter whether this person is Song Yu or not, she doesn't have to worry.
The dim sunset shone in through the window, and there were fine dust floating in the air. Xihe's cheeks were slightly red, and waves of sweetness surged in his heart: "I feel like I like him a little more."
Gouzi: "..."
If you want to fall in love, just fall in love. Why torture a single dog!
On the day of leaving Beijing, Xihe and Mr. Jiang were waiting at the gate of the city early in the morning with large and small bags. They also met people from the Song Palace and the General Palace, and both sides were filled with people bidding farewell.
When the sun came up, I bid farewell to His Majesty and the team headed outside the city.
Song Yu was dressed in armor, with a long sword at his waist, and was riding a tall horse as he walked in the team. When Mrs. Song saw her, she immediately covered her mouth and burst into tears. Mr. Jiang waved his hands vigorously: "Big baby! Here, here!"
General Weiyuan took one look and nodded to Song Yu: "Go ahead."
Song Yu dismounted and walked toward the crowd. He was immediately surrounded by people from the Song family, with all kinds of words of concern surrounding him. Mr. Jiang couldn't squeeze in for a long time, so he could only stand on the outside and watch helplessly.
"Song Yu!"
Song Yu turned around and was surprised: "Miss Shen?"
Shen Piaopiao was dressed in dazzling red clothes, and her eyes were red: "The battlefield is dangerous, you must take care."
Mrs. Song, who was holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears, was startled, and then her eyes lit up. She looked back and forth between the two of them, and her thoughts that had been resting gradually started to stir.
Song Yu cupped her hands and said, "Song, please take care, and Miss Shen, take care too."
Shen Piaopiao looked at him steadily for a while, then nodded and turned to leave.
Mrs. Song suddenly became excited. She pulled Song Yu's arm and asked him what was going on? Song Yu suddenly frowned and said it didn't matter, but Mrs. Song didn't believe it no matter what. However, time was tight and these things could only be considered slowly later.
"Mom, I'm going to grandpa's place to have a look."
"Huh? Okay, okay."
Watching Song Yu go outside the crowd and talk to the short old man in a blue shirt.
The old man had a wrinkled face and patted his son with his big, skinny hands. Next to him stood Jiang Yue. After not seeing her for a long time, she seemed to have opened up a little. She was wearing a pale green dress, which could not hide her beauty. Desire dripping.
There was a large crowd around, and many young people cast their eyes in amazement.
Mrs. Song frowned slightly. With such an appearance, it was good to be born in a wealthy family. But now that she has become a commoner, she will inevitably have all kinds of troubles in the future.
Thinking of her son's previous request, she thought to herself that he would just let her enter the house more often in the future.
Here, Mr. Jiang kept telling Song Yu to take good care of himself in the future. On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes and he must save his life. As he spoke, he couldn't help but shed tears: "It's so hard to pull such a big thing. If you get pregnant, What's going on, how can I live..."
Song Yu also had red eyes: "Master, I promise you, nothing will happen to me!"
However, how can this fluttering guarantee reassure people? Mr. Jiang patted his arm and could not say another word.
Song Yu looked at Xihe: "I begged my father. If anything happens in the future, you can go to him directly."
Then he motioned to the four attendants who were standing in the distance to come over. Several of the attendants had strong footholds. They were Lian Jiazi. Song Yu's eyes were soft: "In the future, the four of them will be responsible for the safety of you and grandpa. If there is any inconvenience, we will do it." You can also let them handle the matter."
Xihe shook his head: "You take them to the battlefield, Grandpa and I don't want to."
Song Yu smiled and shook her head, letting only a few people follow her. Then she looked at the team that was about to set off, turned her head and said, "I'm leaving, take care of yourself."
After looking at the two of them seriously for a while, he clasped his fists and turned away resolutely.
Mr. Jiang and Xihe subconsciously chased after him, but were pushed back by the sudden crowd. They watched helplessly as Song Yu finally said goodbye to the Song family, got on his horse, and with an order, the team slowly left the city gate and headed outside the city. Walk along the broad official road.
The army moved further and further away, and finally disappeared from sight.
Mr. Jiang sighed, as if he had aged a few years: "I don't know if my old bones can survive until he comes back."
Xihe pursed his lips and looked at the end of the road, saying, "Yes."
About a year after this, an enemy country invaded, and the entire court was in instant turmoil. The officials may become more and more drunk and dreamy as they did in their previous lives, or they may take the opportunity to come back to life and usher in a real prosperous age.
Xihe helped the old man turn around: "Come back."
There was basically no one at the gate of the city. Only a few villagers entering the city were queuing up. Suddenly, the curtain of a carriage not far away opened: "Miss Yue'er, do you want a ride?"
Xihe raised his head and was stunned: "Eldest Young Master?"
