Xiao Rouzhen's heart suffocated and her cheeks turned red. She knew that what Song Youyu said was drunken talk and could not be considered true, but she still smiled happily.
Xiao Rouzhen did not take Song Youyu's words seriously, but Song Youyu himself took them seriously.
He knew that Xiao Rouzhen's identity was a big problem. If he did not return to the capital in the future and stayed in Yicheng for the rest of his life, it would be fine. However, once he entered the capital, both the Song family and Xiao Rouzhen would be killed.
For several days in a row, he was thinking about this matter and what he should do to achieve a win-win outcome.
Apparently he couldn't think of a win-win ending, so he wrote a letter to Song Qinghuan.
The letter was written in a cryptic manner, and Xiao Rouzhen was not mentioned at all. He only thought that Song Qinghuan could give him some advice.
Song Qinghuan accepted the letter, but only pressed it. After turning over the page for a year, he still did not reply to Song Youyu.
Song Youyu's matter is not a trivial matter, and it is impossible to hide it from the Song family. However, considering that Xiaoyun's birth is imminent, she is not willing to disturb her with these matters.
Xiaoyun's delivery date was in the first month of the year, before the Lantern Festival, so Song Qinghuan counted the time to send things to Kyoto, thinking that if the things were delivered to Kyoto, she would be almost pregnant.
Unexpectedly, the people sent to Kyoto were still on the way, and another urgent letter came from the other side of Kyoto.
The letter was written by Song Qingyan, saying that Xiaoyun had given birth to a son, but there was no hint of joy in his words. He only said later: "The imperial doctor said that he was born with deficiencies, and this time he was born prematurely. Can he survive a hundred days?"
It’s hard to say."
Xiao Yun is getting older. No matter how careful she is when she is pregnant, her body bones are not as good as when she was young. When the child was still in her belly, the imperial doctor also talked about this problem.
At that time, Xiao Yun just thought that she had not raised herself well, and she became more meticulous later on. The closer the delivery date was, the more cautious she became.
Seeing that there were not many days left until the delivery date, but the year was not over yet, the attack suddenly occurred.
The birth went smoothly, except that the baby was born like a kitten. He couldn't cry for most of the hour after he was born. If Po Wen and the imperial doctor hadn't been there to save him, he would have left without even opening his eyes.
Passed away.
Although Song Qingyan only had a few words in her mind to explain the matter lightly, Song Qinghuan could still imagine what the situation was like just by looking at the words.
After putting down the letter, people started to feel a little sad. Xiao Yun had been looking forward to such a child for so many years, but he was born weak. If he was raised intensively, it would be fine, but if it really happened,
If you can't even make it through a hundred days, you may be very sad and sad.
Before the ship sent to Kyoto arrived in Tongzhou, Song Qinghuan picked up a lot of medicinal materials and supplements and sent another ship back to Kyoto.
Because Xiaoyun gave birth to a child, Song Youyu's affairs were further delayed, but he was afraid that Song Youyu would act recklessly because of the heat, so he still considered it and replied to the letter. The main idea was that the court was in turmoil now, so this
We can put the matter aside for a while and discuss it later.
It was already the beginning of February when Song Youyu received the letter. There was already a breath of spring in Ruizhou Mansion, but Yicheng was still covered in ice and snow.
Although Song Qinghuan asked him to put the matter aside and discuss it later, Song Youyu himself had already made up his mind to marry Xiao Rouzhen.
It turns out that he returns home every five or ten days, and from time to time he goes to drink with his colleagues.
From that day on, he said a drunken remark, and as soon as it was time to take a bath, he would run extremely fast. Even if it was too late to get off work occasionally, he would still rush back by the moonlight.
From time to time, when I see some novel gadgets, I always buy them and give them to Xiao Rouzhen later.
Xiao Rouzhen lived a prosperous life, and she was very happy about the worthless gadgets Song Youyu bought casually.
The two of them were still the same as before, one was busy in front of the stove, and the other moved a stool and sat aside, talking without a word.
On this windy and snowy day, Song Youyu was very interested in taking Xiao Rouzhen to go horse racing and watch the snow scene.
Xiao Rouzhen saw Song Youyu's changes one by one and remembered them in her heart. Although she had not pierced the window paper, she was still happy in her heart.
But while I am happy, I sometimes feel sad when I think about it.
Her identity should be kept secret. If anyone knew about it, it would definitely harm Song Youyu. She couldn't ignore Song Youyu's future and life just because of her temporary happiness.
In early March, the thick snow in Yicheng gradually began to melt away, and after several months of cold winter, there was finally some warmth.
Song Youyu left the small courtyard in the morning to go on duty in the camp, and came back before noon.
Xiao Rouzhen was learning how to shave fish scales from Wu Nian, and was a little surprised to see him sweating profusely while running away.
Song Youyu didn't even enter the house. He stood on the patio and said to Xiao Rouzhen: "There are some rebels ahead. I have been ordered to lead troops to quell the chaos. I'm afraid it will take several days. You should go out as little as possible these days."
When Xiao Rouzhen heard that there was a war, she immediately felt anxious and asked quickly: "How many days will it be there? Will it be dangerous?"
Song Youyu had military orders and couldn't wait too long. He couldn't answer what Xiao Rouzhen said, so he said, "Wait for me at home."
After saying that, he turned around, got on his horse again, and rode away quickly.
Xiao Rouzhen chased him outside the alley, watching his figure disappear from sight, her heart was in her throat for a long time and she couldn't let go.
Song Youyu told them not to go out, so Wu Nian bought groceries for several days at home. No matter day or night, the courtyard door was locked tightly. The two girls had either daggers or scissors hidden under their pillows.
There is also a sword underneath.
There has been no news about Song Youyu for many days. Although Xiao Rouzhen has seen a real battlefield, she also knows that swords are ruthless. She is so worried every day that she can't eat or sleep well. People who don't believe in violence now have to recite it every morning and every night.
Once "Anita Buddha, Bodhisattva bless you."
Wu Nian saw Xiao Rouzhen's appearance and couldn't help but laugh at her: "If General Xiao Song doesn't come back safely, I will really feel sorry for my sister's sincerity."
Song Youyu had been away for the twelfth day. Xiao Rouzhen stayed behind closed doors and had no good news. She felt sleepy that night and sat up in shock at the sound of horse hooves in the alley.
Sure enough, the sound of the horse's hooves stopped in front of his house and disappeared.
Xiao Rouzhen just thought it was Song Youyu who had come back. She had put on all her clothes, but she didn't hear a knock on the door for a long time. She thought she was just a footman, and sat down next to the couch with a look of disappointment on her face.
I was about to lie down again, but I heard a few suppressed coughs coming from the next room. I couldn't help but feel my heart in my throat again, so I still wrapped my shoes and went out.
There were no lights on in the room next door where Song Youyu rested, but the door was open. Xiao Rouzhen was so happy that she called softly: "Jing Yu..."
Song Youyu took off his shirt for a moment, then responded: "It's me..."
