Song Chengxuan was sitting in the room and heard Yong Ye's voice coming from outside. It must be her coming.
Yong Ye reported to Xu Qinghuan in a low voice: "The young master has been wearing that armor since he entered the military camp. The armor followed the young master on the battlefield. The palace told him to keep it, so he kept it. I gave him such a piece of clothing. It looks good, but it's not bad at all.
use."
Xu Qinghuan could imagine how surprised everyone was when Song Chengxuan walked out of the palace dressed like this. Everyone was waiting to see how the court would reward the meritorious officials, but they did not expect such a result.
Some people had speculated before that whether the emperor would reward Song Chengxuan with a title.
You must know that the war in Changzhou earlier caused panic. The emperor ordered that military reports from Changzhou should be submitted to him immediately no matter how late it was. Later, when Song Chengxuan won the battle, the emperor was so excited that he stayed up all night and asked his servants to pass on the news to the courtiers all night long.
Palace, this was a victory for the emperor. He did not use the power of the Queen Mother to help, but only relied on his own ministers to quell the chaos in Changzhou. Only in this way did he have the confidence to continue fighting openly and secretly with the Queen Mother.
When there is a war, people are panicked. Now that the war is over, the world has returned to the emperor's hands. Everything depends on the emperor's arrangements. No one dares to comment. To the emperor, Lord Song, who is brave and good at fighting, is nothing more than a weapon in his hands.
He was just a chess piece. If Master Song was obedient, he would be rewarded with a high official and a generous salary. If he was disobedient, he would be stripped of his armor and expelled from the palace.
If the emperor thought it was so easy, then he would still be the emperor now.
Master Song's armor is not that easy to handle. It is easy to take off, but it is not so easy to put it on for him.
Xu Qinghuan looked into the room and told Feng Chu: "Go and ask the kitchen to prepare some food."
After giving the instructions, she opened the curtain and walked into the house.
This room used to be the small study of Marquis Anyi. There are many military books on the bookshelf, but they are all common ones on the market. In the past two days, Xu Qinghuan commandeered this room and moved all the military books to the big study. Now there are
There are all new books she bought.
Song Chengxuan was standing in front of the bookshelf, flipping through a book.
His eyebrows were relaxed and he looked very relaxed, as if he had been attracted by the contents of the book. Xu Qinghuan did not disturb him, but stood aside and looked at his left arm and shoulder carefully.
It looks like he can move freely, so the injury shouldn't be serious...
Thinking of this, Xu Qinghuan turned and walked towards the door.
Song Chengxuan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his five senses are more sensitive than ordinary people. He had already noticed it when Xu Qinghuan was talking to Yong Ye in the yard.
She opened the curtain and entered the door, then stood there looking at him, never coming forward, and now she turned around to leave.
Song Chengxuan's expression did not change, but the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was a little low: "Where are you going?"
It turned out that he knew she had entered the house, Xu Qinghuan said: "I asked Yongye to get the medicine box."
Song Chengxuan said: "There's no need to go." Yong Ye had already disappeared when she walked into the house. She was looking for someone somewhere, and wasted half an hour by walking around and coming back.
Xu Qinghuan did not stop, but went straight to the door, but soon turned back with something in his hand: "Yongye put the medicine box at the door."
Yong Ye is indeed getting smarter and smarter. Her original intention was to call Yong Ye over to check his wounds. Unexpectedly, Yong Ye seemed to have become a spirit. He guessed her intention and placed the medicine box neatly.
There were no traces of people there for a long time.
Xu Qinghuan placed the medicine box on the low table, stood aside, and raised his eyes to look at Song Chengxuan.
Song Chengxuan moved over and sat down.
The brocade robe worn by Mr. Song looks good, and it fits well on him. It must have been made by the palace staff at short notice. The emperor's purpose was to dampen his spirit. Without the armor, Mr. Song does look less powerful.
, but his shoulders and back are still straight and his eyes are clear, which does not detract from his grace.
Excellent talents are beyond superficial knowledge.
To Song Chengxuan, the emperor's difficulties seemed like dark clouds, but they were actually like mist under the morning sun, which dispersed as soon as he blew.
Song Chengxuan's eyes were calm and dark. After a few days apart, the majesty in him seemed to have returned, and he had transformed back into the Song Hou in his previous life.
Song Chengxuan sat here, silent, and did not take off his clothes. It seemed like this every time, as long as she was by his side, he could do nothing and let her do what she wanted.
If she wasn't really worried about his old injury, she would definitely not stay here to see if he could sit here all night.
Xu Qinghuan took two steps forward and reached him. Before she could reach out her hand, her waist tightened and she was dragged into his arms.
Song Chengxuan said calmly: "If I weren't injured, wouldn't you even come to see me?"
Her heart was beating wildly, and she avoided looking into his deep eyes: "Of course not. I went when Mr. Song entered the city. The eldest princess of Jiashan ordered someone to take me to the eldest princess' mansion, and I just left."
Thinking about her clothes, it was like the clouds far away in the horizon disappeared in a flash. He didn't even have time to see clearly. Song Chengxuan had just thought about this when he heard her murmuring to herself: "Send me back to Beijing, Mr. Song is leaving."
Didn’t you look back when you were there?”
After saying this, Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. She didn't know why she mentioned this, maybe because his attitude was a little cold.
However, that should be Mr. Song's usual demeanor, and she shouldn't hesitate about it. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, as if she hurried to the Princess Jiashan's mansion to take revenge on him.
She's not that small-minded.
"What did you say?"
Song Chengxuan's voice came.
"It's okay, let's check for injuries first!"
Song Chengxuan didn't respond and still refused to let go of his hand. She raised her head to look at him and saw that his eyes were burning, like his warm palms, ironing her, which made her a little overwhelmed. She was so tense just now.
The tight expression on his face had melted away. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips.
The warmth and breath that didn't belong to her rushed to her face, making her blush immediately.
Song Chengxuan said: "Generals who are leading troops outside are not allowed to enter the capital without being summoned. If I follow you further, I will arrive at the post house. The emperor may think that I am planning to rebel."
They were all excuses. In her opinion, because there were so many people around, he couldn't make Master Song look like him.
"It's not good for Mr. Song to be like this now. The emperor doesn't want you to get married to the Xu family, but you follow my father to my home after you leave the palace. Isn't it disrespectful to the emperor? Be careful that the emperor gives you little shoes to wear."
As soon as Xu Qinghuan finished speaking, she felt the arms around her waist tighten slightly, and then her body was turned sideways and she sat down involuntarily.
In surprise, she stretched out her hand to try to steady herself, but found that it was pressed against his leg. She immediately retracted her hand, and the result was naturally as he wanted.
She sat on him, just like the last time in the military tent.