Song Youyu didn't know that Song Wende followed Song Qinghuan out of the city.
The two siblings talked for a long time, and Song Wende just sat on the carriage, lifted a corner of the curtain, and just watched from a distance.
The sun was rising, and seeing that it was getting late, Song Youyu couldn't delay any longer, so he got on his horse and said goodbye to Song Qinghuan: "Sister, I'm leaving now."
Chen Er also got on his horse and said, "Sister Song, you must pretend you haven't seen me."
Song Qinghuan ignored Chen Er and only said to Song Youyu: "Have a safe trip."
After a pause, he continued: "I remember to write a letter to say I'm safe when I get to Liaodong, so that my family can rest assured."
Song Youyu nodded in response, looked deeply at Song Qinghuan, and then rode off with his horse under his belly.
Chen Er fell half a step behind and said hurriedly again: "Sister Song, you must never pretend that you have never seen me before."
Song Qinghuan thought that he would soon be living on the streets and supporting himself, so he felt a little sympathetic and nodded: "I understand, let's go."
The two horses left one after the other, kicking up dust and flying into the sky.
Song Qinghuan stood there for a while, until the figures of the two horses completely disappeared from sight, and then they walked through the snow to the carriage on the opposite side.
The curtain at the corner of the carriage had been lowered. When Song Qinghuan got on the carriage, Song Wende turned his head awkwardly, but if he looked carefully, he could see that his eyes were red.
Song Qinghuan knew that Song Wende was definitely reluctant to let go of Song Youyu. She neither exposed him nor pretended to have seen the look in his eyes. She just asked: "Dad, don't you want to go away? Where are you going now?"
Song Wende was still in the mood to walk around. Hearing this, he lost his temper and said, "Go home and go to bed."
As he spoke, he leaned against the wall of the car, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Song Qinghuan was helpless when he saw the old boy losing his temper. He curled his lips and told Liu Ping: "Go back to the Marquis Mansion."
Liu Ping responded and returned to the Hou Mansion along the original road.
However, the speed is much slower than before.
Song Wende said nothing and sat on the carriage shaft again in the snow. Song Qinghuan was bored for a moment, so he raised the curtain and looked at the scenery along the road.
Unintentionally, I discovered that there were many refugees heading to Beijing on the road. These people were either neatly dressed or ragged, and they all looked unhappy.
Occasionally there is someone leaning on a tree stump on the roadside, with a blue complexion, as if he has fallen asleep from exhaustion, but if you look closely, it doesn't look like that.
Arriving at the city gate, the number of refugees became even larger.
The soldiers guarding the city did not dare to let these people in at will. They always had to interrogate them carefully. Only if they found no problems could they enter the city.
Song Qinghuan didn't pay attention when he came because he was in a hurry. Now that he went back, he took a closer look.
Doubts arose in his heart, and when he entered the city, he asked Liu Ping: "Will there be more refugees from outside when you enter the capital?"
Before Liu Ping could answer, Song Wende, who was sleeping on the wall of the carriage, said: "These refugees started arriving in Beijing one after another half a month ago."
Although Song Wende has no ambitions, and although he has an official position, he is not material for practical work. However, he has heard some discussions about people's livelihood issues among his colleagues, so he answered this sentence.
Song Qinghuan frowned and became even more surprised, and asked again: "You started coming to Beijing more than half a month ago, do you know why?"
Emperor Chengxing was not a wise emperor and did not care much about the affairs of the court. Empress Dowager Jiang loved hegemony. Now it was Empress Dowager Jiang who made the decisions on all matters, and occasionally it was Prince Xiao Mu's turn.
It would be okay if these refugees were few, but there must be a reason why there are so many of them all at once, and they started coming to Beijing half a month ago.
Who would be willing to leave their hometown unless they have no choice but to do so?
I haven't heard of a war breaking out anywhere recently, so why are these people migrating to Beijing in large numbers?
Song Qinghuan was deeply confused, but it was a pity that he asked the wrong person. Song Wende knew that these refugees started coming to Beijing more than half a month ago, but he didn't know why or where they came from.
After hearing this, he said: "Why do you care so much?"
Then he sat up straight again and sighed: "If you have that kind of skill, it would be better for you to have a happy life with Prince Rui's children."
He actually remembered how embarrassed Xiao Jingtong was when Song Qinghuan came home that day, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Song Qinghuan hurriedly shut her mouth and sat upright, looking at her nose and heart.
Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong are not ordinary people, so they can be everywhere.
She will have many more days of fighting in the future, who knows what those days will be like.
The carriage arrived at Goldfish Lane in a leisurely manner. The boy guarding the gate hurriedly opened the door sill and welcomed the carriage into the second gate.
Today, Xiao Ci had already said that he would not go back home for lunch the morning after he left home. Song Qinghuan was still thinking of eating at the Song family before going back.
But Xiao Yun lay down because of Song Youyu's incident, and the whole mansion was very dull. After thinking about it, she took Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong back to Prince Rui's Mansion.
Xiao Jingtong and Song Qinghuan rode in the same carriage when they arrived, and they were still together when they returned.
Xiao Jingtong today is also very different from the past. He is well-behaved and clever, neither talking nonsense nor losing his temper.
Song Qinghuan was just waiting to see if she was going to hold back her big move, but she didn't expect that before the carriage entered Prince Rui's palace, she started talking seriously.
Xiao Jingtong said calmly: "Princess, I want to ask you something."
Song Qinghuan didn't dare to respond to her. She didn't look sideways and said calmly: "What's the matter?"
Xiao Jingtong had prepared the draft early in the morning and immediately said, "It's not a big deal."
"My mother-in-law's death anniversary is coming soon. I want to go to Hongfa Temple to stay for a while and give her some sutras, so that she can have peace under the spring..."
Seeing Song Qinghuan frowning, he immediately said: "However, my father has a happy event. If I go to Hongfa Temple, I might be in trouble."
Song Qinghuan then turned to look at Xiao Jingtong. For a while, he couldn't figure out what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd.
After thinking for a while he said: "What then?"
Xiao Jingtong really didn't dig a hole for Song Qinghuan this time. He pursed his lips and then said: "Since I can't go, I also want to miss the anniversary of my mother's death, so I secretly thought that Sister Pearl could complete these things for me.
Son."
She wanted to send the pearl to Hongfa Temple, so she could make the decision, but now that all the treasures in Prince Rui's palace were in the hands of Song Qinghuan, they had to go through her hands.
Xiao Jingtong didn't like pearls and agate. The main reason was that he was afraid that these two people had impure minds and would do something to Xiao Ci one day and cause something shameful.
Since he had a bad relationship with Song Qinghuan, he also made two plans. First, he would talk to her calmly, and if she was not happy, he would then be harsh.
Song Qinghuan also did not expect that Xiao Jingtong would have such thoughts and wanted to send the pearl to Hongfa Temple.
After thinking about it for a moment, he agreed: "You are filial and this is what you should do. When do you plan to send her off? I will make arrangements when I get back."
