After listening to the visitor's words, the man nodded slightly.
The messenger breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the yard.
The man walked into the house with his baggage, raised his head and looked around. Although the house was simple, it protected him from wind and rain, and he felt a little reluctant to leave.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. His life had been saved. If it hadn't been for Prince Jian back then, he might have been dead now.
The man unpacked his bag, packed everything he could use, and then lay down on the wooden bed in the inner room.
"Xu Rui."
Just as he closed his eyes, the man seemed to hear someone calling his name. He quickly looked around, but there was no one in front of the window.
The only sound coming from the yard was the wind.
No one calls him, now his name is Yan Si, Xu Rui died more than ten years ago.
Yan Si turned over in bed. He was destined to not be able to sleep that night. He heard that Mrs. Song had come to Beijing and that Mr. Song's son had won the battle. He wanted to go and take a look.
…
In Mrs. Song's house.
Mrs. Song couldn't help but think of her dead eldest son and daughter-in-law's family. After a moment of silence, she looked at Song Chengxuan and saw that Song Chengxuan's expression was calm, which made her feel slightly at ease.
When it comes to Song Chengxuan's life experience and the case that year, Brother Xuan feels even more uncomfortable. Those who survive such great changes will have to bear huge pain in their hearts, not only for everyone in the Wei Palace, but also for the Song family.
She still remembers the fierceness in Brother Xuan's body after he was rescued.
This is the child that the eldest family gave their lives for. How will they raise this child? What will this child do in the future? Where should the Song family go? On the surface, she is calm, but secretly she often has trouble sleeping at night. But Brother Xuan
He did not make things difficult for her. Although he was still young, he had already made some plans for himself.
Brother Xuan decided to take the people to sea. Before leaving, he said: "Grandma, my grandson will be fine and live up to the love and care of his father and mother."
This sentence made her burst into tears, knowing that this child was kind and filial.
But every time I hear the news that he is working outside, I feel frightened. Whose son is risking his life outside all day long? How could he force himself to do this if it weren't for a heavy burden on his shoulders.
As Brother Xuan grows older, he dislikes talking to others less and less. He is busy with his things every day. His eyes are still clear, but it is hard for people to figure out what he is thinking.
She was also worried that Brother Xuan would become unkind if he continued like this, be too deeply affected by revenge, and become cold and sinister. But in such a situation, kindness would cost Brother Xuan his life. Those people would hide
In the dark, it will pop up and bite someone at any time.
"old lady."
While Mrs. Song was thinking, a hand fell on her arm.
Mrs. Song turned around and saw Xu Qinghuan.
"Old lady, don't worry," Xu Qinghuan said, "If they had definite evidence, people from the imperial court would have already surrounded the Song family. How can it be so peaceful? It has been fourteen years. Anyone who knows the inside story wants to report it to the official
We have already spoken, so why wait until now? The more actions they take, the less I need to worry."
Mrs. Song understood what Xu Qinghuan meant.
Xu Qinghuan continued: "This kind of temptation is to expose our own flaws. Once the Song family has stabilized themselves, there will be nothing they can do."
Mrs. Song had a somewhat relaxed look on her face.
Xu Qinghuan said softly: "It's just that bringing up old things again will inevitably make the old lady sad for the eldest man and his family."
When Mrs. Song and Song Chengxuan were facing each other, they never mentioned the Song family's house directly. Song Chengxuan was deep in thought, and Mrs. Song was also worried too much, for fear of ruining their relationship as "grandfather and grandson". More would be pressure, less would be
It was another accusation, but now Xu Qinghuan said it naturally.
The atmosphere in the room did not change.
Old Mrs. Xu shook her head: "Don't worry, the deceased is gone. I know what they want. I know they will feel at ease. When I first learned that they were gone, I was sad, but after bringing Brother Xuan back, every time
If I do one thing, I will be more practical. Letting my children grow up, letting them do their own things, and fulfilling their wishes is what a mother should do. If I resent him because of this, wouldn't I want to embarrass him?
What’s more, I have had such wonderful grandchildren over the years.”
After speaking out the words that were pressing in her heart, Mrs. Xu suddenly felt much more relaxed.
Song Chengxuan stood up and bowed politely to Mrs. Song: "My grandson will not let his grandmother down."
He bowed very solemnly on this occasion.
Old Mrs. Song accepted it calmly and turned to look at Xu Qinghuan: "It's difficult for Qinghuan. Before she married into the Song family, she had to work for the Song family. You have to treat Qinghuan well. If she has other thoughts, grandma will not
Protect you."
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat up when he heard Mrs. Song's words.
Old Mrs. Song looked at her grandson and Miss Xu, now she could feel at ease.
"It's getting late," Old Mrs. Song said, "Let's send Qing Huan back to the Anyi Marquis Mansion, so as not to worry the Xu family."
Xu Qinghuan stood up and said goodbye to Mrs. Song.
Feng Chu stepped forward and put on Xu Qinghuan's cloak. Xu Qinghuan walked out of the yard where Mrs. Song was sent away. When the wind blew, Xu Qinghuan suddenly felt that her face felt even hotter. She didn't know if it was an illusion. When she walked down the steps, she felt like
There is some emptiness beneath my feet.
Xu Qinghuan thought of Mrs. Song's plum wine. She didn't feel anything about it when she drank it. She drank two more glasses without realizing it, but she didn't feel anything about it just now. Could it be that... wine also has its own consequences?
Fortunately, I didn't lose my temper in Mrs. Song's house.
Xu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and told Feng Chu: "Are the carriages and horses ready? Let's go back quickly!"
Feng Chu blinked her eyes, the eldest lady is not going to talk to Mr. Song alone anymore?
The carriage was ready a long time ago. Xu Qinghuan got on the carriage and sat on the cushions. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't be careless in the future, and he couldn't taste too much of any wine.
Song Chengxuan looked at the carriage standing there quietly. He felt a little more at peace in his heart. It seemed that his whole body was gradually getting warmer, and the child huddled and shivering in the darkness gradually moved away from him.
He gently pulled the reins to drive the horse forward, and the Xu family's servants who drove the carriage also understood and immediately let the carriage follow.
Meng Lingyun watched the eldest lady leave, and looked in the direction of the Song family's study angrily. The prince seemed to feel more at ease when he came to the Song family as a guest than at his own home. He actually ate wine and peeled chestnuts with the second master Song, until now.
The two of them kept laughing, completely unaware that the eldest lady had gone home.
If the Marquis knew the whole story, he would definitely want to break the Prince's legs again.
This road seemed to be going extremely slowly. Xu Qinghuan tried to keep himself up at first, but then fell asleep leaning on Feng Chu's shoulder, and finally the carriage stopped.
Feng Chu carefully helped Xu Qinghuan stand up.
Xu Qinghuan moved her steps out of the carriage and saw Song Chengxuan waiting there. He extended his hand, but she did not refuse. Now she needed someone to support her so that she could see where the pedals were and would not fall.
The hand fell into his palm.
Hey, Xu Qinghuan suddenly discovered that Song Chengxuan's hands seemed not as warm as usual, but rather ice cold. She was usually very afraid of the cold, but today she felt very comfortable with the coolness.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but rub her hand in his palm twice.
