Xu Qinghuan breathed a long sigh of relief, relaxed and sank into the bed again. The dream she had just now felt like she was experiencing it all over again. Now that she woke up, she felt very tired.
A big hand wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Xu Qinghuan shrank into Song Chengxuan's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, she felt more and more at ease.
She is still alive, not seriously ill, and her father and brother were not tricked into death by King Jian. Every time she recalls her past life, she will cherish this life more.
Song Chengxuan gently patted her back, as if comforting a frightened child.
"What did you dream about?"
Xu Qinghuan thought for a moment and said: "I dreamed that my father and brother were gone. I went to Nurgan and led the leaders of various ministries to fight against the troops of the Li family and the Yu family."
Song Chengxuan's hand stopped. As early as the Fengxiang case, he had actually been suspicious of some of Qing Huan's decisions. Not every arrangement she made was traceable.
King Jian rebelled, so Qing Huan sent people to Fengyang to look for clues. A few days ago, she sent people to find Lady Shi. The Lady Shi she was looking for was Qing'e.
Many things are like predictions.
Before she discovered that the Li family was involved with the Jian Wang Party, she was already on guard against the Li family and Li Xu.
Including his identity, he has been very careful in the southeast these years. He was sure that he had not seen Qing Huan before, but Qing Huan found him in the crowd.
Because of this, he became wary of Qing Huan.
Maybe this is all related to the "dream" in her mouth.
Song Chengxuan carefully recalled what Xu Qinghuan said.
Now that Nuergan is peaceful, Li Xu has no ability to raise troops to capture Nuergan with great fanfare. Qing Huan said that Marquis Anyi and Xu Qingan are gone, so she will go to Nuergan alone... It sounds more like what will happen in the future.
"What about me?" Song Chengxuan said softly, "You go to Nuerqian, where am I?"
Xu Qinghuan's heart moved. Song Chengxuan was very smart. Maybe if she revealed a few more words, he would be able to find clues from it.
"Li Xu raised his troops to attack the imperial court, and you stopped him at Yanqing Guard." Xu Qinghuan said, this is a logical thing, and Song Chengxuan should not have any doubts.
Song Chengxuan paused for a moment: "The slaves are causing chaos, and it will be difficult for Li Xu to take care of him. I can take the opportunity to weaken his spirit and drive him back to the northern border. This will relieve the capital's difficulties. The troops from the southeast will take the opportunity to enter the vicinity of the capital, and the situation will be dire."
It will be beneficial to me."
Xu Qinghuan raised her head and looked into Song Chengxuan's deep eyes. She nodded: "That should be it."
"Why should I do this?" Song Chengxuan's voice was slightly deep.
Xu Qinghuan didn't understand what he meant, and a confused look appeared on his face.
Song Chengxuan's expression became more solemn. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a flash of nervousness flashed through him: "Aren't we close? Why should I send you to work as a slave without the protection of your father and brother?"
Xu Qinghuan was stunned there. She had never thought about this. She was not close to Song Chengxuan in her previous life. She was grateful to Song Chengxuan, but she could not rely on him, so she said those words naturally.
I didn't expect Song Chengxuan to notice this.
"That's just a dream," Xu Qinghuan lowered his eyes, "Dreams and reality are always different. Everyone has his own destiny and what he should do..."
Song Chengxuan frowned, her determined gaze appeared in front of his eyes, and his heart palpitated.
Before Xu Qinghuan finished speaking, she felt a pressure coming towards her. Soon her breath was disordered and she was panting in his arms.
It took him a long time to let her go. She opened her hazy eyes and looked into his. There was an elusive light flashing in his eyes.
"It won't happen," Song Chengxuan smoothed her hair, "I will not leave you alone to face Li Xu or the imperial troops. I will protect you and the Xu family as long as I live...
"
Xu Qinghuan's hand gently pressed Song Chengxuan's lips: "You live, you must live well." She took the initiative to stretch out her arms and climbed up his back, then raised her head and pressed it against his cheek.
Everything happened silently, long and slowly. She lingered with him quietly, and she didn't know how long it took before she fell asleep tiredly.
Song Chengxuan looked down at Xu Qinghuan who was curled up in the quilt.
Her face was rosy, her eyebrows were stretched, and she slept peacefully. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek again, then got up, put on his clothes and walked out.
…
It's not completely bright yet.
Zhang Zhenren dragged his tired steps back to the post house. He led his people to look for clues around him. Neither the government nor ordinary people had seen the scout.
Could it be that their guess was wrong? That person didn't walk around the area on weekdays.
Master Zhang raised his head and looked at the sky. It was not good for him to disturb the young master at this time. He would wait until the young master got up before reporting, and he could also take the opportunity to rest.
Looking at his own pair of worn shoes, he felt sad. The young master's shoes were not good-looking, and the moiré embroidery on the uppers was a mess. However, as long as the shoes were easy to wear and kept warm, no one would stare at them normally, except that they had no shoes.
Only those who wear it know the warmth and coldness in it.
Since no one wants to hurt you, you have to hurt yourself. Thinking of this, Master Zhang's footsteps become even heavier. He wants to go in immediately and fall on the bed to fall asleep and meet his little junior sister in his dream.
Zhang Zhenren was thinking about this when he suddenly noticed that a light was on in a room in the post station. It was specially set up by the postmaster for the young master to handle official business.
Zhang Zhenren approached cautiously.
The door was open, and a figure was standing in the room.
Caught off guard, Master Zhang met his eyes, and his gaze, as dark as frost, immediately made Master Zhang freeze there.
Young Master.
What's going on here?
"Young Master... Young Master..." Master Zhang finally said after a while, "What happened?" The post was peaceful, and there were military advisors in the southeast. He really couldn't think of anything that could make the Young Master look murderous.
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Song Chengxuan said calmly: "Send a letter to the southeast and ask the military advisor to send someone. I want to go to Nuerqian."
After the young master returned to Beijing, he should go to Changzhou. Why should he go to Nuerqian? Although Zhang Zhenren had doubts in his heart, he knew that he must not interrupt at this time.
Song Chengxuan continued: "Send an official document to the Ministry of War and ask Mr. Hong to help send a memorial to the court. He said that the Jinzhou Navy has been reporting to the Ministry of War that it lacks armaments and ordered me to go to the Jinzhou Guards Station to check the situation of the Navy."
Master Zhang responded but did not leave. The young master must not have finished what he said. Not only did the coolness in the air not dissipate, but it seemed to be getting even colder.
Song Chengxuan's voice was low: "Let people keep an eye on Li Xu and the Yu family. Every move he makes in Northern Xinjiang will be reported to me in detail. If anyone leaks any flaws..."