Xu Qinghuan's eyes fell on Song Chengxuan, and just as she was about to step forward to ask him if he was injured, he drove his horse in front of her first.
The short brown hair was damaged in many places, and there were dried blood stains on his cheeks. It was obvious at a glance that he had gone through a fierce battle, and Song Chengxuan's eyes were a little more knowledgeable than before. He must have thought of the hatred of the Wei Palace.
"We are about to enter the city. The emperor ordered the imperial doctor to wait in the city." Xu Qinghuan paused slightly as he spoke, and looked at Song Chengxuan's armpit. The armpit and half of his clothes were stained with blood. The blood was obviously not splashed when killing the enemy.
Going up.
Song Chengxuan looked at her and frowned slightly, with concern and anxiety in his eyes.
"Are you seriously injured?"
Listening to her voice and looking at her expression, at this moment he seemed to feel a ray of sunshine falling on his shoulders, which was so warm that the wounds on his body no longer hurt so much.
Fourteen years ago, he lost everything, and everyone around him left him, but now he has gained a lot. At that time, he was struggling to survive just for revenge. Now, he still has many things he wants to do.
Father and mother are gone, but there are people waiting for him, worrying about him, anxious for him, and willing to walk side by side with him when danger comes.
He will soon be married, a husband and a father. With her by his side, he may soon have children to continue their bloodline.
enough.
He has lost a lot, but he has gained enough. He should struggle out of those "hatreds". After all, it is cold and sad to huddle in a corner.
At this moment, he wanted to hug her, but maybe it wasn't the right time.
The two horses were walking side by side, and the wind blew through her cloak. His hands naturally stretched out as if to hold down the hem of her clothes, but his arms gently hugged her.
She did not dodge, but tilted her head towards him, her flying hair gently brushing his cheek, carrying her faint fragrance.
He couldn't help but relax his slightly frowning brows and raise the corners of his mouth slightly. In the place where the sun shone brightest, he seemed to see his father and his mother looking at him with a smile, their faces full of kindness, and then their figures disappeared with the sunshine.
Go away, but stay in his heart forever.
Do not worry!
My son is good, he can take good care of himself and protect those around him.
This life is very long, but it is also very short. There is no time for resentment.
"I'm fine." Song Chengxuan said softly.
Xu Qinghuan nodded.
The city gate is right in front of you.
Song Chengxuan said: "I will report the situation of the rebels to the court."
Song Chengxuan was about to retract his arm as he spoke. Xu Qinghuan reached out and patted the back of his hand gently: "The affairs in the palace have come to an end. I will wait for you outside the Yamen to return to the Song family together."
After saying that, she raised her head and smiled at him.
Song Chengxuan also raised the corners of his mouth: "Okay."
Hong Chuanting, Minister of War, and Marquis Anyi stood on the city wall and stared at the counter-rebellion team that was getting closer.
Seeing that Song Chengxuan was safe and sound, Marquis Anyi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After King Jian took the clan out of the city, the court ordered him to guard the south gate. He knew that Song Chengxuan's men and horses were insufficient and he was afraid he would face a fierce battle.
He was said to be guarding the city gate, but the court did not allow him to mobilize troops. Apparently the emperor was still suspicious of him and was afraid that he would join forces with Song Chengxuan.
Although we had discussed it with Cheng Xuan before, if there were too many rebels, we would rather avoid the enemy first and wait for the court reinforcements to arrive before taking action. We could not take risks to kill the enemy. In short, we could not make any mistakes.
But he stood here waiting for no news for a while, and felt indescribably anxious in his heart. Finally, a soldier came back to deliver the news that King Jian had been killed by Cheng Xuan.
Now that he sees people, he feels completely at ease.
His daughter entered the city side by side with Song Chengxuan, and Marquis An Yi felt a little more happy. Although... some of it was not in line with the rules, but those were not important.
The important thing is that they are all fine.
"snort".
Hong Chuanting glanced at An Yihou: "You have taken advantage of all the good things in the world, and it was I who introduced Chengxuan to you." He had been attracting talents for many years, but somehow he became this old man's son-in-law.
The old man's beard is almost sticking up to the sky.
It is great to have such a son-in-law, I will be proud of him for half a lifetime.
It wasn't that he was worried for his daughter, but that after going around in such a big circle and watching other families enjoying themselves, he, who was the first to know Song Chengxuan, became an outsider.
This incident reminded him of a past event in his youth. Back then, his parents had planned a marriage for him, and he and the young lady met each other, and he was quite satisfied. However, he did not expect that this old man would intervene and insist on marrying him.
He forced others to nod and promised their daughter to the Xu family, and she became the current Mrs. Anyihou.
He had been silent about this for a long time, and vowed to enter an official career and surpass that old man. Fortunately, he met his wife later, otherwise he would have formed a feud with this old man, and they would never stop fighting for the rest of his life.
well.
Hong Chuanting sighed again. His eyes lit up when he looked at Song Chengxuan's figure. His daughter was not young now, and it was time for him to think about his son-in-law.
Thinking of his daughter, Hong Chuanting frowned slightly. It seemed that he hadn't eaten pastries made by his daughter for a long time. He didn't know what his daughter was busy with recently.
"Master Hou, Master Hong," Huang Qinghe stepped forward and said, "the rebellion in the city has also been suppressed, and the rebels were taken to the Penal Department and the Shuntian Mansion Prison."
In other words, the chaos has come to an end for now.
With his spirit slightly relaxed, Hong Chuanting felt hungry. He looked at An Yihou and said, "Let's go to the check-in room to get some food."
Hong Chuanting said and looked at Huang Qinghe: "Master Huang, are you still hungry? Do you want to share some food together?"
Huang Qinghe bowed and said: "Xiaguan has eaten something. When King Jian rebelled, Xiaguan was on duty at the Yamen. It happened that... some pastries were sent from home."
"Master Huang is so lucky." Hong Chuanting said with a smile.
Huang Qinghe blushed slightly and did not dare to look into Hong Chuanting's eyes.
After Hong Chuanting and Marquis Anyi left, Huang Qinghe straightened his back again. He didn't know when the uncle in the family would arrive in the capital. Only when the elders in the family arrived would he have the confidence to go to the Hong family.
I hope Master Hong will remember what happened today and not get angry.
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Xu Qinghuan listened to the sound of water in the inner room.
Song Chengxuan is cleaning the dirt on his body.
"Don't touch the wound." Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but tell him, he should let the doctor see the wound first. Song Chengxuan was not seriously injured, but he had at least three or four minor injuries. The wound was not bandaged and there must have been a lot of blood.
Thinking of this, Xu Qinghuan suddenly heard a "bang" in the room, and the image of Song Chengxuan falling appeared in front of her eyes. She didn't care about the others, opened the curtain and walked inside.
"Are you okay? I asked you to treat your injury first but you just refused to listen."
The curtain opened and everything in the room came into view.
Xu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered the curtain, pretending not to see anything, and turned around as if nothing had happened.
Song Chengxuan's hand in the room, which was about to take off his clothes, also stopped in mid-air.