Seeing that she was in a hurry to clear up the relationship, Wei Chengfang softened his tone: "I know."
"If they invite you again in the future, you have to find a reason to refuse." He thought for a while and added: "If you don't know how to refuse, just ask the maid next to you to send me a message."
"You have many things to do, so I can't trouble you." She lowered her head, fiddled with the silk ribbon around her waist with her fingers, and spoke in a low voice.
Wei Cheng's voice was serious: "If something happens, I still have to intervene. Instead of doing this, it is better to tell me earlier and I will handle it. My father will take care of me even if he doesn't care about you."
"Yeah." Shen Yinxiao still lowered his head and his nasal voice was a bit thick.
"What's wrong?" Wei Cheng's heart skipped a beat, fearing that she was frightened by what happened tonight.
He did have a lot of things to do today. The northern suburbs were originally a little worried because of the terms of the Qiang peace talks. Beigong Boyu, the leader of the Beinan Qiang, proposed a marriage before he was willing to give up completely.
Wei Cheng understood what he meant. The Qiang tribe was in chaos and had a large population. Although the Beinan Qiang was particularly outstanding among them, they could not bear to stand up alone and become the target of public criticism. Previously, the families of Beigong Lanxi and Beigong Boyu were killed by Ling Qiang. A stab in the back is the best example. It is human nature to want to find reliable allies.
In-law relationship is the best choice for alliance.
However, asking Wei Cheng to dedicate himself to the marriage was really too much.
Although he was not opposed to marrying a wife, he did not want to be threatened. Beigong Boyu's aggressive appearance really made him unhappy.
So no matter who he spoke to today, his tone was much cooler than usual.
After thinking about it, he leaned forward, reached out to lift her chin, and moved closer.
Shen Yinxiao's fair face was pale with bright red, her eyes were full of water, like a frightened rabbit, and a strand of hair stuck to her cheeks, so pitiful that people couldn't help but care for her.
Wei Cheng's comforting words rolled over and over in his chest, and when he was almost organized, he cleared his throat, his voice unconsciously softened a bit, and then he spoke carefully: "Today is indeed my father... .”
"I haven't paid for the tofu pudding and snacks tonight...it's a total of four or eight yuan. Shaojun, can you give it to me or the Wei family will give it separately..."
Shaojun thought about the rest for a long time, all the tender words were stuck in his throat, his throat rolled up, and he swallowed them all along with the breath that couldn't come out.
He pursed his thin lips into a straight line, silently retracted his hand, sat back, and withdrew his gaze, looking at the dangling tassels hanging on the wall of the carriage opposite. After a moment, he closed his eyes and rubbed them as if a little tired. Rubbing between eyebrows.
"I don't have any money with me. I'll have someone deliver it tomorrow." He said calmly, "How much is it? Five taels, right..."
"Four taels and eighty cents." Shen Yinxiao reminded, "With a discount, four taels is enough."
Wei Cheng said nothing.
"I heard that Mrs. Wang is also in the northern suburbs. I'm going to trouble you tonight. I think Mrs. Wang is very scared to be alone in the northern suburbs..."
"It's none of your business whether she's afraid or not." Wei Cheng's tone was not very kind. He was almost completely different from just now. Mentioning Wang Yuanjun seemed to be the last thing he wanted to do. Shen Yinxiao paused and said nothing.
Knowing that he was going to the northern suburbs to surrender, Wang Yuanjun found it very interesting and begged him to take her out with him. He refused. Women were not allowed to come to the important military camp. Although he was a general, he had to set an example.
However, Wei An made a promise and sent a carriage and troops to escort her all the way.
Wei An just wanted to bring her and him together.
Wei Cheng frowned.
Today, when he learned that Beigong Boyu was going to marry his sister Beigong Lanxi to him, Wang Yuanjun looked very unhappy and looked gloomy while eating.
He was even more unhappy in his heart. He was not a considerate and romantic man. What he disliked most was women acting pretentiously in front of him. He didn't bother to ask her, and the two of them didn't speak during the meal.
There is nothing to explain about the whole story. There are too many explanations, but it seems that he is very concerned about clearing up the relationship in front of Shen Yinxiao, giving people the appearance of being unable to live without her.
In a relationship between a man and a woman, he has always been the one in charge.
His throat rolled, and he raised his glass and took a sip of tea to soothe his throat.
The atmosphere in the carriage was slightly stiff. Shen Yinxiao was suddenly brushed off, and his face was a little confused. When he arrived at the door, he stood up and left before he could speak.
Wei Cheng frowned and looked at her leaving figure until the slender figure turned around the courtyard wall and disappeared.
He then clicked the copper bell on the wall of the carriage and said calmly: "Go back home."
In Wei's house, the lights are brightly lit.
"Young Master, do you want to go back to the house to rest?" The servant followed quickly behind him and asked with a bow.
"Need not."
Wei Cheng's steps were not slow but quick, he turned his feet and stepped eastward.
To the east is where the head of the Wei family, the Queen Mother, lives.
The servant knew that Shaojun might not be doing anything good this time, so he held up the lantern and carefully illuminated the road under his feet, and hurriedly followed. When he arrived at the east courtyard, he handed the lantern to the servant in the east courtyard and retreated silently.
The mullioned door was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of running across the track suddenly rang in the quiet room. Wei An, who was leaning on the desk and reading a volume slowly, raised his eyelids in shock and looked at the door. A son in armor.
He frowned: "It's so late and you're not in the military camp? Why did you come back?"
Wei Cheng raised the corners of his lips, smiling softly: "I didn't know that there was a family dinner at home, so I came back specially to have a glass of wine."
Wei An looked at the tall son in front of him, with a sense of coercion in his words and deeds, with a complicated look in his eyes.
He was both pleased and afraid.
Colonel Hu Qiang, a fourth-grade military general personally professed by the imperial court, has real military power in his hands, which is unmatched by civil servants of the same rank. If we meet him, a fourth-grade civil servant will have to say hello to him.
In today's imperial court, there are very few people who can sit in this position at the age of twenty-six. Although there is help from the family, every military achievement on his body was seen by him with one blow and one scar after another.
This is his eldest son and his only legitimate son.
The Wei family in Youzhou had been very prosperous decades ago, but now it has gradually become quiet in the past few decades. The children of the Wei family have never produced a son who can make the court favor them.
Now, his son has survived, and he can see that his son will be an even better man than him. Wei An feels proud every time he talks about him with others.
However, he was also afraid.
