Under Song Chengxuan's gaze, Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but look away, lowered his head and looked at his nose and heart.
All I could hear was Mrs. Song saying: "After I came to Changzhou, Miss Xu often visited me and made me a lot of snacks."
So Mrs. Song was praising her just now, so Song Chengxuan's performance was a little warm.
"It didn't take long. It seems to be going well. Are there any injuries?" Mrs. Song continued.
"No," Song Chengxuan said, "My grandson is doing well. Grandma is thinking about him."
"What are you talking about?" Old Mrs. Song laughed, "If someone can make me care about you, then that is the best day.
Do you still need to go on another expedition now?"
"No need," Song Chengxuan smiled slightly, "Everything has been arranged. The deputy general will take care of the rest."
Old Mrs. Song was very happy: "Okay, okay, okay, will it calm down for a while after this war? You should also have some time to do your own thing. You have been busy outside these years, and I am afraid that you have almost forgotten where your home is.
Already."
Song Chengxuan's voice was rare and gentle: "That's what grandma said."
After Mrs. Song said this: "I am relieved to see that you are safe and sound. I will go back to the house in the city first. After you have finished what you are doing, we can have a good talk with our grandparents."
Xu Qinghuan stepped forward to help Mrs. Song, and felt Song Chengxuan's eyes falling on her again. She raised her head and made eye contact. Then she nodded lightly, which was regarded as a greeting.
However, Mr. Song was obviously unhappy with her perfunctory behavior, and Shu Chuan frowned slightly.
Xu Qinghuan knelt down and saluted again. Master Song's expression didn't seem to be any better. He was used to being cold-faced, so she didn't think anything of it. With so many people here, she couldn't go up and talk to him first.
.
"How are these days? Are you comfortable?" Song Chengxuan's deep voice sounded.
Xu Qinghuan immediately looked at Mrs. Song.
Fortunately, Mrs. Song didn't seem to hear it, and her face was still full of a kind smile.
Xu Qinghuan nodded: "Everything is fine." This situation was like doing bad things secretly under the eyes of an elder. After Xu Qinghuan finished speaking, he went to see Mrs. Song again.
The smile in the corners of Mrs. Song's eyes was indeed deeper.
Sure enough, the old lady understood very well. Xu Qinghuan's face turned red. She, a usually very thick-skinned person, felt ashamed in such a situation, but Mr. Song was still as majestic as usual.
Old Mrs. Song patted Xu Qinghuan's hand: "Okay, let's stop here. Grandma is not in good spirits and will not accompany you. I will have people prepare well at home tomorrow, and then I can join you in the fun."
Xu Qinghuan was startled, didn't she want to accompany Old Mrs. Song back? Why did it seem like Old Mrs. Song was leaving her here?
"Old lady, this is a bumpy road, let me talk to you..."
"No need," said Mrs. Song with a smile on her face, "good boy, grandma will go back by car herself, you can go about your business!"
What's she busy with? She came here just to welcome Mr. Song's triumphant return. Now that it's over, it's time to leave.
Old Mrs. Song got on the carriage, and the Song family coachman did not give her any chance to hesitate. He waved his whip and drove the carriage steadily and quickly, as if he was more anxious than when she came.
Xu Qinghuan pursed her lips. As soon as Mrs. Song left, she and Song Chengxuan were left looking at each other. She always felt that the atmosphere at this time was much lower than before.
"Sir Song," Xu Qinghuan said first, "The military advisor is still waiting for you. You can go ahead and wait until later..."
Before Xu Qinghuan finished speaking, he felt a tightening in his wrists, and he immediately jumped forward. Then his palms touched the cold armor, and his whole body was held in Song Chengxuan's arms.
Although the chainmail was cold, his hands were very hot, and his slender fingers held her waist firmly. It was not clear whether it was because of the temperature of his body or because he was too close to him, which made her a little breathless.
"Song...Mr. Song," Xu Qinghuan looked around in panic, "you will be seen."
This is outside the military camp, and there are soldiers coming and going.
But he didn't move, just lowered his head and looked at her: "I'm not around these two days, how comfortable are you?"
His voice became deeper and he asked again.
She had clearly answered just now, so why did he ask again? But thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have emphasized the words "I'm not here".
What a childish temper.
This is what she wants to say.
She hesitated slightly, and his arms tightened even more.
Xu Qinghuan knew very well how to protect himself at critical moments, especially at a time like this, when he could be discovered at any time...
I muttered words that I would never say on a normal day: "It's not as good as when you were here."
The voice was so delicate that even she was startled.
The other hand reached over, and the sleeve-length fingers gently brushed her chin, slightly lifting her face.
She saw his eyes, like the silent night or the deep sea with no bottom, seemingly calm but hiddenly turbulent.
Xu Qinghuan became nervous, fearing that he would do something extraordinary right here.
"Master Song."
She shouted again in a soft voice.
"Go to our military tent."
Without waiting for her to respond, he let go of her, but instead of walking away alone, he held her hand firmly and walked with her.
Xu Qinghuan was led forward and met many soldiers along the way. Fortunately, they did not look sideways and their eyes never fell on her.
The road went very quickly, and soon the big tent was in front of us.
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but stopped and struggled slightly: "I... Master Song will clean up first, I will wait outside..."
Before he finished speaking, his legs softened and he rose into the air, already being held in Song Chengxuan's arms.
Xu Qinghuan squeezed the shoulders of Song Chengxuan's armor tightly, and his whole heart was like a leaf swaying in the wind. What was Song Chengxuan going to do? He would never just ignore it suddenly...
Xu Qinghuan's face changed color slightly and her fingers tightened even more.
"How can I let you down if you hold on so tightly?" Song Chengxuan's voice reached my ears.
Xu Qinghuan's fingers seemed to have been burned, and they immediately curled up, and then her body slid down against him. Before her feet even landed, his strong arms easily lifted her up again and sent her to him.
Then he bent down and put his arms on her sides to look at her carefully.
"Master Song," Xu Qinghuan swallowed nervously, "You...don't you want to change your clothes?"
After saying that, she immediately regretted it. The scene of helping him change clothes was still vivid in her mind. How could she dig a hole for herself and jump into it again?
Song Chengxuan stood up after a long while and opened his hands, obviously asking her to help remove his armor.
Xu Qinghuan took a long breath, jumped down from the desk, and put his hands on his belt.