Chapter 732 Master Song loves to act like a spoiled child
Mo Zhe waited until Patriarch Mo finished speaking to Governor Song before he stepped forward to greet them.
When Patriarch Mo walked out of the house, he staggered a little. Governor Song stepped forward to help him, lowered his head and said a few words.
Mo Zhe's eyes flickered slightly. He could guess what Governor Song would say. It must be to comfort his father and reassure him that the current situation would be reversed soon.
Mo Zhe sneered in his heart. He took the opportunity to go out to explore the news and went to the surrounding guard stations. Just like the news he had received before, the guards in Dazhou were vulnerable. Even if Song Chengxuan came, it would be useless. What's ridiculous is that
My father and brother haven't seen through this yet.
There will be no good results in attaching oneself to the Zhou Dynasty. Mrs. Zhao tried her best to persuade her, but her brother was stubborn and refused to do so. Her father wholeheartedly kept the agreement with Marquis An Yi...
He watched carefully from the sidelines, and then decided to join the Xiao family and take another path.
It's a pity that Zhao showed his flaws and was noticed by his father. Otherwise, now that the Haixi clan is his boss, the clansmen would not have to endure today's suffering.
Mo Zhe thought of this and stepped forward to help Patriarch Mo as if nothing had happened.
"Captain Song." Mo Zhe stepped forward and saluted.
Song Chengxuan nodded.
Mo Zhe helped Patriarch Mo into the house and sat down, then brought hot tea and said, "Father doesn't look good. Did Governor Song say something?"
A look of worry flashed across Patriarch Mo's eyes: "I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on here."
Mo Zhe was very surprised: "Didn't you say that the Yu family's troops have been repulsed?"
Patriarch Mo picked up the tea and took a sip: "I don't know where the Yu family mobilized soldiers and horses from. There are about several thousand people...more than the total number of people and horses in the guards. Governor Song did not bring many people to Northern Xinjiang.
The people who all relied on Governor Ma were fine at the beginning, but now they have been defeated. Governor Song came to the city this time to prepare us. He and Governor Ma will protect us as we go north.
In addition, go and see how many strong men there are in the clan, and let them all go to the army!"
Mo Zhe was surprised: "Father... many of our men in Haixi have gone out to fight, and the remaining people have to take care of the elderly, women and children in the clan. If they all leave, how will we leave with so many clan members?"
I’m afraid many people will die on the road.”
"I can't care about so much anymore," Patriarch Mo looked very sad. "That's why I wholeheartedly want to integrate into the Great Zhou Dynasty. Wouldn't it be great if there would be less war disasters and the people of the clan would settle down and be happy with their jobs? Unfortunately, it backfired."
After saying this, Patriarch Mo lowered his head and looked at his youngest son: "In two days, Grandma Song will leave by car first, and then we will leave."
Mo Zhe raised his head: "Father, at a time like this, shouldn't we listen to the court's arrangements and find a way out for ourselves? You said that you should hide some money. Maybe we can lead our tribe to the north.
Stay away from this fight."
Patriarch Mo fell silent, with a complicated look on his face.
"Father, you can't hesitate any longer." Mo Zhe persuaded again.
Chief Mo sighed and put his hand on the back of Mo Zhe's hand: "You are right, we can't hesitate any longer. The matter should have a result by now, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to the clan members."
Mo Zhe felt happy.
Chief Mo said: "I didn't want to leave at my age...but...the things I have accumulated over the years should be handed over to you personally. Your brother died tragically at the foot of the mountain. From now on, the affairs of the clan will depend on you.
Go ahead and get the map."
Mo Zhe quickly went to get the map.
Patriarch Mo looked at Mo Zhe's back with a sad look on his face, which made Grandma Song right. Mo Zhe was the one spying on everything secretly.
…
Song Chengxuan ordered Yong Ye and others to set off from the city in two days. After getting the news, several people immediately went to make preparations.
Meng Lingyun took people to arrange the carriage, making it as comfortable as possible for the grandmother to sit. Although the road was bumpy, fortunately there was Feng Xiao falling in the car, so the carriage seemed solid. As expected, she still had to rely on Feng Xiao at the critical moment.
Thinking of this, Meng Lingyun couldn't help but praise her. Feng Chu was indeed the most powerful maid around Grandma.
Song Chengxuan looked at Meng Lingyun who was leaning next to the carriage with a silly smile on his face, and couldn't help but shook his head.
Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Xu Qingan tried his best to please Zhao Ruzhen, and now he also let the servants around him learn from this.
When the war is over, maybe Qing Huan will arrange a wedding for them.
Song Chengxuan walked quickly into the yard, and his mother in charge immediately greeted him.
Song Chengxuan said: "Where is the eldest grandma?"
The mother in charge pursed her lips and smiled: "I'm talking to Sister Hui in the West Room." The uncle who always has a stern face on weekdays, no matter whether he is in central Beijing or northern Xinjiang, the first thing he does when he enters the house is to look for the grandma, she said this
If you tell others, no one will believe it.
Song Chengxuan nodded: "I'll wait in the east room."
Sitting on a chair and reading official documents, Song Chengxuan listened to bursts of laughter coming from the west room. Song Chengxuan turned his head and looked at the hourglass. It had been half a stick of incense and Qing Huan hadn't come to him yet.
Thinking about the way she leaned in his arms last night, maybe he wasn't so warm after just one night!
Song Chengxuan thought about standing up and walking out, then turned his head and glanced at Yong Ye who was standing next to him.
Yong Ye cleared his throat: "Uncle, the military information sent by Governor Ma has arrived."
Yong Ye's voice was loud, and after a while, the girls in the west room bowed their heads and walked out, followed by Xu Qinghuan who was smiling.
Xu Qinghuan looked at Song Chengxuan, who had just been chatting and laughing with Sister Hui and the others, but did not know that Song Chengxuan had returned to the yard.
"Is there any military information?" Xu Qinghuan immediately asked with concern.
"Well," Song Chengxuan frowned slightly, "There are still some official documents that have not been processed."
Xu Qinghuan immediately became worried: "I will accompany my husband to read the official documents."
The two of them entered the east room together.
The door of the room was quickly closed by Feng Chu.
Xu Qinghuan's eyes fell on the desk. There were not many documents on it. Thinking about it, Yong Ye shouted loudly just now... Could it be intentional? It was to drive away Sister Hui and the others.
When did Mr. Song become so unscrupulous?
Just as she was thinking about it, she was pulled into a warm embrace by a pair of hands. The alarm bells started ringing in her heart. After what happened last night, her arms were still sore.
In the past three months, she still expected Mr. Song to be like the Song Hou in his previous life, sitting upright in front of others and showing great power, although it was somewhat unlikely.
"The women taken away by the Xiao and Yu families have been found," Song Chengxuan said.
Seeing her eyes light up, Song Chengxuan was in a bad mood, as if those women were more important than him.
"Where?"
"I won't tell you."
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this. What kind of temper was Mr. Song having?
"Unless you thank me."
A deep, low-pitched voice sounded in her ears.
"Husband," Xu Qinghuan looked at Song Chengxuan, "you are a father, how come you become more like this..."
Song Chengxuan's eyes were still deep, and his expression was majestic and serious: "Why don't you kiss me."
Of course she refused.
"Two times."
"Three times."
Xu Qinghuan turned her head and wrapped her arms around his neck.
…
There were bursts of coughing in the carriage on the way.
Miss Yu San leaned against the carriage exhausted. The constant traveling was taking a toll on her body. She had contracted a cold a few days ago and has not recovered yet.
The most frightening thing was that she heard many comments, saying that she had had many contacts with General Fan.
If this word spreads, will Li Xu refuse the marriage?
