Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and the charcoal fire was burning in the hall, which was as warm as spring. Fruits, snacks, and delicacies were carefully placed on the table, and the glazed palace lanterns reflected the beaming faces of the dignitaries.
The men and women under the first seat naturally clasped their hands and looked calm and composed.
The big palm with clear joints covered the soft and boneless small hand, and the black sleeved robe and the pink and white dress were entangled with each other... Song Yu looked away and said softly: "Brother Lao is worried, everything is fine."
The wine glass in his hand swayed slightly, and the clear liquid spilled on the back of his hand. He wiped his hand casually and put it under the table.
Song Mo glanced at his hand and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "That's good."
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty are now waiting for the new emperor to ascend the throne, and the Yue Kingdom welcomes a new king. Naturally, they are full of witty remarks at the palace banquet. They treat Song Yu, a young minister who has just won the battle and is in the emperor's heart with contempt. , and there are all kinds of complimentary words constantly.
Song Yu did not take any credit: "The general knows things like a god, but Ziyu is just following orders."
All the officials laughed and said, "Young General Song is too humble. General Mighty takes the greatest credit. You sneaked into the enemy camp alone to get the formation map. In the subsequent battles between the two sides, you repeatedly performed extraordinary feats. Your credit cannot be forgotten."
The prince put his hands on his hands and smiled: "The prince is right, Ziyu must not be humble."
Although he had never been in contact with Song Yu, he had heard a lot of praise about him from Xihe and Song Mo, and he had a good impression of him.
However, when the name "Ziyu" came out, Song Yu himself was shocked, not to mention all the officials.
Why did the prince call him such an affectionate name? He believed that although he had won a battle, his achievements would never make the future king of a country treat him so affectionately, unless...
He glanced to the side, where the man was carefully peeling shrimps for the woman, his eyes gentle.
Tonight is said to be a palace banquet, but in fact it is to reward the soldiers. All the meritorious soldiers have been rewarded more or less. Only the general's palace has been granted the title of marquis. After that, the prince is not suitable, so he gave Shen Piaopiao a county. The title of Lord will only be officially awarded after the prince ascends the throne.
Shen Piaopiao walked to the center of the palace and said, "My maid, I thank you, Your Highness."
The prince nodded, then looked at Song Yu: "Everyone has finished commending you. Ziyu, tell me, what do you want? Say it, and I will allow you as long as it suits you."
Song Yu stood up and walked to the center of the hall: "Thank you, Your Highness. I really have something to ask for."
"oh?"
The prince raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the two greasy and crooked people over there, and curved the corners of his mouth: "Okay, tell me."
Many people at the banquet suddenly turned red with jealousy, and secretly laughed in their hearts. Song Yu looked handsome and shrewd, but he didn't expect that he was also a reckless man.
Generally speaking, this kind of question is polite, and as long as the minister is not stupid, he will not really make a request.
It's okay if the request you make is in line with your identity, but if you are wishful thinking and anger the superior, you don't know how you died.
The Song family was extremely anxious. Mr. Song stood up and said, "Prince, Quanzi..."
"I don't want anything (Your Highness! I have something to say!)"
The three of them said in unison.
The prince looked left and right, pursed his lips and smiled: "Look, who will say it first?"
Mr. Song chose to shut up. Shen Piaopian glanced at Song Yu, walked forward and knelt down, looking directly at the prince: "My daughter does not want to be the county lord. I want to ask the prince to grant me a marriage!"
The people in the General's Mansion were so shocked that they almost stood up, but Shen Piaopiao's back was straight.
Today, she is still wearing an extremely gorgeous red skirt, with layers of layers like a red lotus blooming, and a few pearls slanted on her temples, making people think of a lone wolf on the grassland who single-handedly attacked the cauldron and sank the boat.
General Shen slapped the case and stood up: "Shen Piaopiao, shut up!"
Shen Piaopiao looked up at the prince and said word by word: "My daughter has been in love with the young general Song Yu for a long time. I will not marry him unless he is in this life. I beg the prince to make it happen."
He leaned over and knocked his head heavily on the red carpet.
The wind howled outside the window, the red lanterns made a squeaking sound, and everyone could not help but breathe softly.
The prince blinked, looked at each other, and looked at the other protagonist, only to see that the other person's expression was as usual and he didn't even blink.
The prince thought for a while: "Song Yu, what do you say?"
These days, there are not many women who dare to express their feelings so boldly. Not to mention ordinary folk women, not even princesses dare to act like this.
Although Shen Piaopiao has always been bold, the prince is also afraid that if someone does something wrong, someone will bump into a pillar or something...
Song Yu stepped forward: "His Royal Highness just now asked me what reward I want? Your Highness, I don't want anything. Please give all the rewards to my sister for the sake of my modest efforts at the border."
He actually avoided answering the talent's question.
Everyone: "..."
The girls in the second room of the Song Mansion were stunned at first, but then they were overjoyed, their little faces flushed with excitement. Mrs. Song's face darkened, and she almost couldn't control herself and stood up to stop him from talking nonsense.
Song Yu knelt down and said, "I beg Your Highness to grant me your permission."
The prince had no choice but to answer: "Oh? I wonder who the sister Ziyu mentioned is..."
Xihe's heart tightened, and it was too late to stop him.
Song Yu raised her head: "Jiang's Yue'er. Women have lived a harder life than men since ancient times. I can't stay by her side for the rest of my life. I only hope that this reward can protect her."
Shen Piaopiao suddenly turned her head, her eyes in disbelief.
Song Yu pursed her lips slightly.
The prince couldn't help but glance at Xihe, and then looked at Song Yu: "This request... I can agree to it. However, it is very hard for your mother to have a baby in ten months. Why don't you take care of her?"
Also, you avoid the topic all your life. Do you not want to get married or something? The girl is watching, but you should say it.
Mrs. Song suddenly felt that she had been hit by an arrow, and the resentment in her heart was rising.
Song Yu lowered his head: "My father is a third-grade official, and my mother will be protected by him. In the future, many ministers will marry her, but Yue'er is about to get married, and soon I will return to the border, and then..."
He couldn't say the rest because he saw his old grandpa, who had paid more for him, but he...
Song Yu leaned over and said, "I hope your highness will fulfill my wish."
He thought, let him be selfish for once in his life.
Mrs. Song immediately cast a vicious look, with eyes that wanted to eat her.
Xihe: "..."
Why are you staring at her? She doesn't need it at all.
Countless eyes were looking at her, and Xihe suddenly felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, thinking to himself, what is this?
Everyone in the hall was secretly speculating, but Mr. Jiang smiled sincerely. The mountain that had been pressing in his heart finally moved away, and he felt extremely happy.
He has been worried about what he will do with this dead girl a hundred years from now.
He raised the eldest child by himself, and he understood his personality, but there was a difference between closeness and distance.
He recognized his biological parents and had a lot of brothers and sisters. Considering his face, he was somewhat confident that Song Yu would take care of the dead girl, but who made the Song family so repulsive to the dead girl?
She looked so disobedient, as if she wished this girl had never appeared.
Mr. Jiang is worried day and night. He eats and drinks well every day, just because he is afraid that if he accidentally burps, the eldest son will be persuaded by the Song family to never talk to this damn girl again.
The dead girl has no relatives and no reason. How can she deal with being bullied by her husband's family?
it's good now……
A satisfied smile appeared on Mr. Jiang's wrinkled face.
