"I didn't scare them."
"In his last life until his death, Song Mo had a grudge against the Song family, but this time he doesn't want to care about it."
009 said that when he asked Song Mo whether he wanted to start over again or get a new life, Song Mo took the initiative to choose a new life, and then handed the body to him, leaving without any regrets.
Xihe was stunned. He really didn't expect the truth to be like this.
Song Mo held her hand: "Don't think too much, just do what you want."
Xihe nodded: "Okay."
The news of the great victory at the border did not cause much trouble in the capital.
The country of Yue has been at ease for a long time. Although the prosperous times when all the nations came to court have gone away, in the eyes of the people, the country of Yue is still strong and invincible. Barbarians? It's just a wild land, nothing to be afraid of.
The emperor was still lying in bed unable to get up, and the prince was in charge of the affairs of the court, and life gradually became stable.
Early February,
Just after the New Year, it snowed heavily.
The capital was covered in ice and snow, and every household lit charcoal fires to keep warm. A group of soldiers and horses moved from far to near outside the city. The wheels of their vehicles left tracks on the snow. The soldiers' eyes were as determined as their faces.
At the city gate, the soldier's eyes lit up and he ordered: "Open the city gate!"
In Wutong Lane, Xihe was nesting in the house having sex with Mrs. Xu when he heard the courtyard door open with a bang, and the gatekeeper ran in quickly: "Miss, Miss, Mr., Mr...."
Mrs. Xu stood up quickly: "What's wrong? Tell me clearly."
The boy held the door and panted: "The young master is back!"
Mrs. Xu: "What?!"
Xihe was stunned for a moment, dropped the belt in his hand, stepped on his shoes and ran out the door: "Grandpa, eldest brother is back!"
The three of them had no time to put on their clothes and hurriedly ran out the door. When they arrived at the city gate, they realized that they had been summoned to the palace by the prince, and they would probably have to return later, so they had no choice but to return.
At night, the door is half open and the candlelight is bright inside.
Xihe looked at the table full of dishes getting colder and couldn't help but said: "Master, maybe the prince has left his eldest brother to eat in the palace, why don't we eat first?"
Mr. Jiang shook his head stubbornly: "I'll wait for my grandson to eat together."
Xihe touched his growling stomach and was going to go to the kitchen to find some food to fill his stomach. As soon as he left the living room, he saw the door open and a tall figure strode over.
She was pleasantly surprised and took two steps forward: "Big... um."
She bumped into a broad chest, which was still cold from the wind and snow, making her shiver from the cold.
Just as Xihe was about to reach out and push, he suddenly heard a sigh:
"Yue'er..."
It seems to contain countless thoughts.
Mr. Jiang heard the noise in the house and ran out quickly: "Big baby!"
Song Yu raised his head: "Master!"
Mr. Jiang burst into tears instantly. He ran over, pulled Xihe apart, and pulled Song Yu to look up and down. He was so excited that he said, "Okay, okay, just come back."
It started to snow again, and several people entered the house.
Song Yu sat on the stool, and Mr. Jiang still looked at him intently, asking him if he had eaten well and clothed himself this year.
Song Yu smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, Grandpa, everything is fine."
Xihe sat opposite, holding his chin with his hand and looking at the two of them with a smile. The man in front of him had a tall figure. His black robe made him have broad shoulders and narrow waist. His body was strong and mature, and he was more mature and stable than before.
She wondered, is the wind and sand at the border so harsh?
He raised his eyes and met a pair of dark and deep eyes.
He has sharp eyebrows and black eyes, his face is strong and sharp, and the smile at the corner of his mouth dispels the coldness.
Xihe blinked his clear eyes and couldn't help but said: "So did the prince say any reward for you?" Mr. Jiang was also very curious.
Song Yu couldn't help but laugh: "The prince should make an announcement at the celebration banquet tomorrow."
"Celebration banquet? Oh, my grandson is really promising. Did the prince tell you to stay or go back to the border? Otherwise, don't go back."
Yue'er said that the prince was preparing to ascend the throne, so his good grandson could come back so soon, and he didn't know when the next time would be.
Mr. Jiang didn't want his favorite grandson not to be around when he died.
Song Yu didn't know either, so he could only say: "It all depends on the prince's decision."
After a while, Song Yu was about to leave. He left the palace and went straight to Wutong Lane. He hadn't returned to Song Mansion yet.
When Mr. Jiang heard this, he quickly urged: "Hurry, hurry, hurry back, don't let Mr. Song wait in a hurry. You said you, I am not in a hurry here, I should go over there first."
He got up to see someone off, but was stopped by Xihe, so he went to see it off himself.
The goose-feather heavy snow fell in the dark sky, and soon a thick layer accumulated on the road, and the shoes made a "squeaking" sound when stepping on it.
Song Yu turned around and said, "Okay, it's cold, come in quickly."
Xihe glanced at the empty alley and said, "Brother, please pay attention to safety on the road."
Song Yu lowered his head, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he lowered his head and stared at her. Xihe couldn't help but touch his face and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"
Song Yu shook her head, raised her hand to brush off the snow on her shoulders, and said softly: "You go with me to the palace banquet tomorrow night, and... I'm back, you can tell me anything."
Xihe's heart softened and he said softly: "Big brother, too. If you have anything, you can tell Yue'er."
Song Yu smiled and patted her head: "Come in."
The Song Mansion had already sent someone to wait at the door. From the evening until the sky darkened, the door was still empty. Mrs. Song's face also changed from nervous and happy at the beginning to gloomy at the end.
Mammy was a little at a loss and forced a smile: "Maybe the prince kept the young master to eat in the palace..."
"The key has been left in the palace a long time ago. He must have gone to Wutong Lane!"
"Both of them treat me as...mammy!"
Mrs. Song held Grandma's hand, her face full of horror: "Do you think Yu'er will also..."
At first, Mammy's face was full of doubts, but the next moment she understood what Mrs. Song meant. She was suddenly dripping with cold sweat and shook her head vigorously: "No, madam, please don't think wildly. The young master will never have such thoughts!"
Mrs. Song still didn't dare to confirm: "Is it really not possible?"
He couldn't help but think about the past in his mind. It was clearly Jiang Yue who had taken over his identity, but he didn't have any hatred. Instead, he defended everything, even when she and Jiang Yue faced him...
Mrs. Song's face gradually turned pale, and her nails scraped against the chair, making a harsh sound.
At this moment, the maid ran in: "Madam, our young master is back!"
Mrs. Song suddenly stood up and strode towards the door, but stopped at the door. She turned to look at Nanny nervously: "Nanny, do you think there is anything wrong with me?"
Mammy smiled kindly: "My lady, you are in good hands in everything, go quickly."
Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door curtain, and saw her beloved son walking from the corridor dressed in wind and snow, calling her: "Mother——"
