Xu Qinghuan bid farewell to the Seventh Lady, and the Xu family's carriage drove out of the city.
Although Miss Xu started to leave at dawn, many people still came to see her off, especially maritime merchants from Changzhou Prefecture, who followed the Xu family's carriage out of the city to express their gratitude to Miss Xu.
Wang Yuchen was riding on the horse, his eyes always on the carriage. The curtain of the carriage shook slightly. He almost jumped off the horse and walked forward in a few steps.
In the past few days, Mr. Han Xun had tied him up in the Yamen with a pile of documents, preventing him from moving even a step. He would do it day and night. He only completed the work early this morning. Unfortunately, he came to the Xu family
By that time, Miss Xu had already left.
Could it be that God arranged it this way on purpose? No matter how hard he tried, he would always be one step late.
"Second Master, it's enough to bring it here," the Wang family steward said in a low voice, "If you go further, it will be too conspicuous."
Wang Yuchen looked not far away: "We will leave when we get to the front."
Having said this twice, the steward of the Wang family couldn't help but sigh. The second master suffered more setbacks this year than in previous years. Something like that happened at home, and he just fell in love with Miss Xu.
"Second Master Wang," Wang Yuchen was about to move on when the Yamen came up and said, "Master Han, please go back."
Wang Yuchen frowned, but had no choice but to rein in the horse and followed the carriage with his eyes, as if his whole heart had left along with it.
When can we meet next time?
Wang Yuchen swallowed, and his throat hurt.
Han Xun, who was not far away, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Yuchen stop. This Wang Yuchen was not an easy man either. God knows how much energy he spent to trap Wang Yuchen in the yamen, so that he would not come out to cause trouble and offend the young master.
Unhappily, a large amount of documents and doubts about the Wang family were thrown at Wang Yuchen. He thought it would take Wang Yuchen at least a month to figure everything out, but he didn't expect this kid to move so quickly.
People like Wang Yuchen are good at business, and they can do paperwork easily. They have sharp eyesight and are organized in their work. He is really a talent. It would be great if he could stay in Quanzhou. But he is too courageous. He knows that the young master has already married Xu.
The eldest lady is discussing marriage, but she still dares to think about it...
Alas, Han Xun feels that he is just an over-worried old hen, and his hair has turned a few gray. He hopes that the master will marry the mistress soon, otherwise there will be countless people waiting to snatch up a woman as smart as the mistress.
If you accidentally stumble, you will end up in a tragic situation.
…
Song Chengxuan, who was standing in a pavilion not far away, looked at Wang Yuchen and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xue Chen said: "Sir, do you want to send Miss Xu off for a while?"
Song Chengxuan took the reins handed over by Zhao Tong: "I will be back before dark, and the military advisor will have received documents from the court earlier, so we can leave for the capital as soon as possible."
Watching Song Chengxuan leave, Xue Chen sighed, but soon a smile appeared on his face. Maybe the Anyi Houfu could not completely reassure him, but it was rare that the young master now looked like an ordinary young man, and he would also feel longing for him.
People who have big things should not be tied down by emotions, but people who can give up everything, don't think about it, it's scary.
…
Xu Qinghuan seemed to have sensed it, and gently opened the car curtain. Sure enough, he saw several riders approaching, and the person at the front was naturally Mr. Song.
She couldn't help but feel a little touched. It was because he was worried about her that he came here all the time.
Xu Qinghuan ordered people to stop the carriage, but after waiting for a moment, he reined in the horse in front of the carriage.
Lord Song sat astride the horse and said calmly: "Let's go, I will be back before it gets too dark."
She gave simple instructions and then followed the carriage forward, which reminded Xu Qinghuan of the scene when she left Beijing in her previous life. She felt suddenly that Lord Song in her previous life might have had people follow the carriage, not to monitor her.
She is already a dying person, how much trouble can she still cause?
So what's his reason?
Xu Qinghuan opened the car curtain again and his eyes fell on the man's face.
The man's eyes were cold and he was not angry. Now he was driving his horse forward slowly. Even Zhang Zhenren and Yong Ye who were beside him did not dare to come forward and have a casual conversation with him.
Except when the two of them were close, he looked no different from his previous life.
So with just a pair of eyes, she naturally couldn't figure out the thoughts of Song Hou in her previous life.
At dusk, Song Chengxuan took the people away. In front of everyone, Song Chengxuan did not exceed the rules at all. He was just like the indifferent and merciless Song Hou. Obviously he still cared about his young master in front of others.
The skin of an adult.
Song Chengxuan ordered Yong Ye and Zhang Zhenren: "It is the time when the imperial court is collecting grain, and you will meet refugees on the road. You should protect the eldest lady, and it is best to rest in the post station every day."
"Don't worry, Young Master," Zhang Zhenren said, "Young Master can't leave Changzhou without an express order from the court. It's better to go back early. We'll wait for Young Master in the capital."
Song Chengxuan nodded, stopped talking, turned around and left.
When Song Chengxuan explained the matter, he was very serious. He didn't look at her again as he rode forward. She seemed vaguely disappointed.
Unknowingly, her heart seemed to be led astray by this man.
As she was getting closer and closer to the capital, she was eager to return home, looking forward to returning home as soon as possible and spending time with her grandmother and mother.
Whenever he had some free time on the road, Master Zhang would help the Prince of Shunyang County recall what was different about the fake Qiao Shu he had seen.
"Just taller."
"Could it be a man?"
"No, no," Qi Defang was very sure, "Everything he does doesn't look like a man."
Xu Qingan rolled his eyes and said, "Could it be...that a female member of a certain family cheated on you and caused the death of your second uncle? If you think about it carefully, it's impossible to say that there are female members of that stature in the homes of high-ranking officials in the capital."
Qi Defang thought carefully and finally gave up: "I really can't imagine that the female relatives who come to my house don't look like that."
"Besides, why would a female member of a noble family take the risk of dressing up to see the shopkeeper?"
A crisp voice sounded.
"Unless that person thought that after dressing up, no one would recognize him, but unexpectedly, he missed your second uncle."
This may be the best explanation.
The thing that made her most curious was how Qi Defang's second uncle concluded through the fake Qiao Shu that the person who colluded with Su Wan was a royal family member, and this family member could not be offended by the Shunyang County Prince's Palace.
The carriage continued to move forward and saw that the distance was already halfway.
"Miss, there are people coming from outside. They say they were sent by Princess Huayang to escort the eldest daughter to Beijing." Uncle Lei reported through the curtain.
Xu Qinghuan was a little surprised, why did Princess Huayang send someone here.
The carriage stopped and Xu Qinghuan was about to get off.
"Don't dare trouble Miss Xu," a voice immediately sounded outside, "the servants are here to serve Miss Xu."