Xu Qinghuan opened the curtain and saw his brother looking shocked: "What's going on?"
Xu Qing'an grinned: "I regret it. I shouldn't have promised to give him the new clothes you made for me. Now he refuses to return them." But thinking about him as a benefactor at the time, "Isn't it a bit stingy for me to be so stingy?"
ungrateful."
Xu Qinghuan nodded: "It's just a piece of clothing, don't take it to heart, brother." But she didn't expect Song Chengxuan to wear the clothes away, maybe he had his own habits.
His temper was out of nowhere today, he is really an unpredictable person.
Everyone seemed to be talking lightly, and Xu Qingan's face looked a little sad, but he had been waiting for such a piece of clothing for many years.
…
Song Chengxuan took off his boots and lay on the couch. After a busy day, he should have rested his mind long ago after handling the official duties in hand, but he didn't expect that she would come when he was sitting in the yard enjoying tea.
It's a complete coincidence.
Song Chengxuan closed his eyes.
"Young Master." Yong Ye was a little bit reluctant to speak but stopped.
Song Chengxuan opened his eyes again and looked over.
Yongye held a soup cup in his arms: "Sir, what should I do with this medicine? Do you want to drink it?" He blushed slightly as he spoke. Just when the Xu family's servants came to get the soup cup, he took the soup cup away with his sick hands.
"It's gone." He watched the Xu family's servants looking around.
He pretended to know nothing with a stern face, but the Xu family did not dare to come forward and ask.
After the Xu family left, Yongye felt a little regretful. What had he done? It was the first time in his life that he had done such a secretive thing.
He couldn't take the soup cup in his hand, nor put it down. He wanted to dispose of it secretly, but he was afraid that the young master would spurn him when he found out in the future, so he just had to ask the question. If the young master said: "I don't want to drink it."
Then he can hand over the soup cup openly to save a little bit of his face.
Yongye's heart beat like a drum, his ears turned red, and his mind went blank. He didn't know who had cast a curse on him, so he was so shameless.
Song Chengxuan looked over and suddenly remembered the girl standing there with bright eyes, the sun falling on her white ears, and a strand of broken hair blowing in her ears, making her more beautiful and brighter. She picked up the soup cup and drank with determination.
He took a sip, then turned around and left resolutely.
It was as if she had seen through him, but unfortunately everything might not be as she wanted.
Song Chengxuan narrowed his eyes, stood up from the couch, and stretched out his hand: "Bring it here."
Yong Ye looked surprised: "Sir, do you want to use it?"
Song Chengxuan looked over, his dark eyes were cold, and the corners of his eyebrows seemed to be covered with frost and snow, and his face became more majestic. The shocked Yong Ye did not dare to say anything and handed over the soup cup in his hand.
Song Chengxuan drank it all in one gulp. The medicine was not that unpleasant to eat.
Yong Ye held the soup cup and stepped back. The soup cup was empty, not a drop of medicine was left. He obviously couldn't send it back.
Otherwise, just treat it like this, God knows and earth knows, you know and I know, and nothing happened.
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Song Chengxuan woke up and began to check the letters sent from Southeast.
One of the letters was written by the military advisor himself. The ship and manpower had been arranged, urging him to return to the southeast. The White Dragon King had been a pirate for many years and had some dealings with other pirates. He might also ask those people to come to help this time.
As soon as the firearms in the capital exploded and the news spread, those people had a little more confidence in the White Dragon King and said that they could not send ships to intervene. By then, the pressure on the Quanzhou Navy would inevitably increase dramatically.
Song Chengxuan put the letter away.
Yong Ye stepped forward and said: "Master Hong has sent a letter, asking the young master to go to the other courtyard to talk about it."
Song Chengxuan nodded. At this time, the Ministry of War should have decided on the candidates to go to Changzhou.
"Let's go!" Song Chengxuan stood up and walked out.
The Hong family's villa is in Beicheng. The courtyard is small and very secluded, making it easy to sit and talk.
Song Chengxuan was invited to sit down in the main room. He turned to look out the window. The servants of the Hong family lit all the lights in the courtyard. After a while, Hong Chuanting strode into the door.
Hong Chuanting said with a smile: "I was supposed to come over from the lower office, but I was tripped up and said a few words, which made you wait for a long time?" It seemed that he was in a good mood.
"No," Song Chengxuan said, "I just arrived too."
Hong Chuanting picked up the tea and took a sip: "I asked you to come here to tell you about the arrangements of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Personnel. You may have to return to Quanzhou soon."
Song Chengxuan's face was calm, he raised his eyes and said, "Who will lead troops to Changzhou?"
Speaking of this, Hong Chuanting's face became more confident: "Speaking of it, you probably didn't expect it. Even I am still confused. Over the years, he has declined in every possible way but refused to wear armor anymore. Now he actually takes the initiative to ask for it... I have long since
I felt that he couldn't bear the loneliness, but now it seems that he was indeed what I said, but he came a little later."
When Hong Chuanting said this, Song Chengxuan already knew who was going: "Master Hong is talking about Marquis Anyi."
"Yes," Hong Chuanting said, "I originally wanted to leave the errands in Changzhou to you, but I was also afraid of what tricks the Zhang family would use. This is the most appropriate arrangement now. You go back to Quanzhou to help Xue Chen, and I will find two more people here.
A lieutenant general went to Changzhou with Marquis Anyi."
Since it has been booked, why not do it? What An Yihou Cun has in mind has nothing to do with him. After staying in the capital for so long, he should know that everything is focused on the southeast.
Song Chengxuan remained silent. Hong Chuanting asked: "What do you have in mind?"
"No," Song Chengxuan said, "Then I will wait for the court to issue the document and return to Quanzhou immediately."
Hong Chuanting nodded: "It seems that this war is coming soon. Everyone must step up preparations. I hope we can win a big victory this time and the soldiers will be less injured. You must be careful at all times. I will write a letter to Xue
Shen, take it back with you!"
After finishing speaking, Song Chengxuan stood up and left.
Zhang Zhenren was waiting at the door. When he saw Song Chengxuan coming out, the two of them got on the horse together.
After walking farther away from the Hong family's house, Zhang Zhen said: "Sir, Sir Hong, who will the court decide to lead the army in Changzhou?"
"Marquis Anyi." Song Chengxuan said calmly.
Zhang Zhenren frowned, obviously a little surprised: "How could it be... Hasn't An Yihou surrendered his military power long ago? Now... is it possible..." Is there any reason for this? Could it be related to the young master?
.
Thinking of this, Master Zhang said: "Do you want to ask?"
Song Chengxuan looked at the capital shrouded in twilight. The sky was vaguely blood red. This was An Yihou's own decision. What did it have to do with him.
The war was coming, and he was naturally surrounded by his brothers who had been with him through life and death. As long as he protected them and the people along the coast, and severely damaged the Japanese, he didn't want to worry about other people or things.
There is no need for him to use any thoughts now. It is best to return to the southeast as a matter of course. The Quanzhou Navy will make a contribution in this battle.
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Before dawn, Xu Qinghuan was picked up from the bed by Mrs. Anyihou.
"Mom, it's still early today." Xu Qinghuan yawned and lazily put on his clothes. In fact, it took an hour and a half to get up, dress up and enter the palace.
"No, this is the first time you have entered the palace alone," Mrs. An Yihou said with a straight face, "I don't know when you will come back. I had eaten earlier and had a good time before leaving, so as not to be rude when entering the palace.
."
Women generally don't eat or drink too much before entering the palace. If they want to pay tribute, it will be really shameless. Not to mention that the family will be embarrassed, and their own reputation will be ruined and become a joke.
"Mother is at ease, and my daughter understands." In her previous life, she had a destiny, and entering the palace was a common thing. She had already learned how to deal with it. Even if something went wrong, she could cover it up by bribing the palace officials.
"How can I feel at ease?"
Mrs. An Yihou looked at her daughter who was still dozing off on the brocade stool. Her nose was slightly wrinkled and she looked very naive.
Xu Qinghuan leaned on Mrs. Anyihou's shoulder: "Mom, don't be nervous, my daughter knows how to deal with it."
The soft hair rubbed her cheek, and Mrs. An Yihou felt soft for a moment, but soon she ordered: "Bring a handkerchief to clean the eldest lady's face."
Xu Qinghuan reached out and hugged Mrs. Anyihou's waist: "I'll get up, can't I get up? I'll get up right now."
Mrs. An Yihou nodded Xu Qinghuan's forehead helplessly and amusedly: "What a child."
After preparing so early, the final result was that the Xu family's carriage waited in front of the palace gate for half an hour before receiving the order from Cining Palace to allow Xu Qinghuan to visit.
Xu Qinghuan stepped out of the carriage and raised his head to look at the palace gate.
The scene when she left the palace in her previous life seemed to be still before her eyes, but for her, it was a lifetime away.