When Song Youyu went to Liaodong, his whole family had no intention of supporting him.
Xiao Yun and Song Wende were even more worried and angry, but they were relieved when they received a letter from the Yun family brother, saying that they would go to Liaodong and have someone take care of them.
It has been nearly a year since Song Youyu left, but not a single letter has been sent back.
The Song family thought about the advice of the Yun family brother and thought nothing would happen to this single seedling in Liaodong.
Even though they were welcoming a large army today, they never thought anything would happen to Song Youyu.
But the entire army searched everywhere and couldn't find Song Youyu, so they felt scared.
Seeing that the tail of the army was about to leave his sight, Song Qinghuan hurriedly took the purse from Xunmei and handed it to Liu Ping: "Go and find out why our young master is not among the returning army. Ask what's going on."
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Liu Ping left in response, and Song Qinghuan was afraid that something had happened, and her heart was beating wildly.
Although she and the Song family are not really part of the same family, her body is.
When I first got this body, although I had a good impression of the Song family, I didn't have a deep affection for the Song family. Only as time went by, my soul merged with this body, and I felt that I had become the real Song Qinghuan.
Now that Song Youyu didn't have any news, she didn't feel anxious.
When Song Youyu could not be found, Song Wende and Xiaoyun were also panicked. They hurriedly sent people back to the mansion to get a message and ask the general who was traveling.
The heavy snow had not stopped, but now it was getting heavier and heavier.
Those who were watching the excitement in and outside the city, as well as those watching their own families, had all left.
Xunmei was shivering from the cold. She looked at her master's face and said cautiously, "Girl, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. Why don't we go hide in the carriage?"
Song Qingyan was also shivering from the cold, and nodded in response: "Since my uncle has sent a letter to Liaodong, I guess nothing will happen to my brother. I'm not sure what happened to delay him on the road."
He added: "My parents can't bear the freezing weather this time. Why don't we go back home first? When they come back, they will know what's going on."
The hood Song Qinghuan was wearing was already covered with a thick layer of snow, her cheeks were red from the cold, and even her eyelashes were stained with snowflakes.
She glanced at Song Wende and Xiaoyun who were also anxious and angry, and nodded.
The carriage pulled up, and the family got on the carriage again and headed back to Qibei Houfu.
Song Qinghuan felt his eyelids twitching, and he leaned against the wall of the car without saying a word.
The cold wind blew by, and the car curtains were raised. When I raised my eyes, I accidentally saw someone coming.
He immediately sat up straight, rolled his eyes and said, "I'll get out of the car and take a look."
Before Song Qinghuan and the maids could react, she quickly got out of the carriage.
"Uncle Jiu." Song Qinghuan called Xiao Ci from far away.
At this time, Xiao Ci was wrapped in a thick cloak, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and was walking leisurely on the snow.
He was about to get on the carriage, but when he heard someone calling him, he turned around and stopped when he saw it was Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan took off his fox fur cloak when he got on the carriage, but didn't have time to put it on when he got out of the car to look for Xiao Ci.
She ran to Xiao Ci in a few steps, took a few breaths, and then politely said: "Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu, why are you here?"
Xiao Ci looked at Song Qinghuan condescendingly, raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, and raised the oil-paper umbrella over her head to cover up the snowflakes in the sky.
He also said: "When the army returns, I will join in the fun."
He asked her again: "Aren't you cold in such heavy snow?"
When Song Qinghuan heard him talking about the army, he took two quick breaths and stood up straight again.
At that moment, he no longer cared about whether it was cold or not, and said hurriedly: "Didn't Jing Yu go to Liaodong with Uncle Jiu? Now the war is going on and the army has returned in triumph, but we didn't see Jing Yu. Uncle Jiu knows why."
Xiao Ci raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He just handed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan didn't know what it meant, so he reached out and took it.
But I saw him reaching out and taking off the cloak and putting it on himself.
The cloak still carried his body temperature, making it extremely warm.
Song Qinghuan blinked, and then Xiao Ci said, "Didn't he write a letter back?"
Song Qinghuan was stunned.
"As soon as he entered the territory of Liaodong and got your uncle's letter, he surrendered to the Cao family army. The army returned triumphantly. As a Cao family army, he cannot return with him."
"ah?"
Song Youyu did not return with the army. Song Qinghuan also thought about thousands of possibilities. Maybe he was tripped up by something, or maybe he wanted to give his family a surprise. He even thought about the worst news.
But I just didn't expect it to be like this.
I was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a while.
Xiao Ci wanted to laugh when he saw her like this. He wanted to tease her again, but then his eyes changed and he nodded at her politely and distantly.
He said: "If you are not at ease, just ask Qi Beihou to take the name card and ask me if you have anything else, and then leave first."
After saying that, he left from under the oil-paper umbrella and climbed into the carriage of Prince Rui's Mansion unhurriedly.
Song Qinghuan looked at his turned back through the heavy snow in the sky. The long crescent-white coat on him didn't look bulky at all, but looked very good on him.
When Song Qingyan held up an umbrella and caught up with Song Qinghuan, she was still staring blankly at the carriage of Prince Rui's Mansion that had left.
"Sister, you..."
The scene just now, including giving her an umbrella and putting on clothes for her, was all Song Qingyan watched.
There is something I want to say in my heart, but I don't know how to say it at the moment.
Song Qinghuan didn't notice that Song Qingyan was hesitant to speak. He came back to his senses, tightened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and said: "Let's go back. Jiu, Prince Rui said that Jing Yu joined the Cao family army..."
Song Wende and Xiao Yun's carriage were walking in front and were unaware of what happened behind them.
Song Qinghuan followed Xiao Ci back to the Song family, and then said what Xiao Ci said, "Do you want to send someone to Liaodong to have a look."
Before Song Wende could say anything, Xiaoyun immediately said, "I'll make arrangements right away."
He added: "This child is really true. He has been away for nearly a year without sending a message to his family. This is not worrying..."
This matter was handled by the Xiaoyun family, and Song Qinghuan ignored it.
After coming out of the main courtyard, Song Qingyan followed Song Qinghuan back to Lanyue Pavilion.
Xunmei had already asked Xunmei to bring back the big cloak and the oil-paper umbrella. When Song Qinghuan brought Song Qingyan into the house, she saw Chunlan taking care of the big black cloak.
Song Qingyan glanced over, took one look and then looked back, followed Song Qinghuan into the inner room, and then asked in a low voice: "Sister, are you familiar with Prince Rui?"
Song Qinghuan was taking off his deerskin boots that were stained with snow on his feet. When he heard this, he didn't even raise his head and said, "I'm not very familiar with it."
Song Qingyan frowned, sat next to her, and said, "But I see that he treats you very differently."
Taking off her short boots and putting on soft-soled cotton shoes, Song Qinghuan breathed out a comfortable breath, turned her head to look at Song Qingyan, grinned, and said carelessly: "Is this the way fathers treat their daughters differently?"
