Song Qinghuan came back in a dusty journey, but Xiao Ci came from the south. He stayed awake all the way and was even more slovenly than when Song Qinghuan came to Beijing.
The originally handsome face was now swarthy and unshaven, his clothes were wrinkled and torn, and his hair was stranded. Unless he was the person closest to him, he would not be able to recognize him as the dashing Prince Rui.
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As soon as Song Qinghuan saw Xiao Ci, it was as if he saw his backbone. The grievances and fears that he had suppressed suddenly surged up again. His eye circles were red and the tip of his nose was sore. He took a few steps forward and threw himself into Xiao Ci's arms.
started to cry.
Xiao Ci felt distressed and patted her back gently, but couldn't say a word.
This was the second time Song Qinghuan lost his temper in front of the children.
Xiao Jingtong raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Jingchuan, without saying anything, he just hurriedly took Xiao Jingrou, who was chasing from behind, to Hanlianyuan.
Song Qinghuan took a while to hold back her tears, and looked at Xiao Ci with red eyes. She wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
Xiao Ci said first, "I smell very bad. Please let me wash up and change clothes first, and then we can talk to you again later."
It's very hot now. I've been running on the road day and night, and the clothes I'm wearing have never been dried. It's no exaggeration to say it smells bad.
Both the Yun family and the Song family had already gone to the guillotine, and it was useless to worry any more. Song Qinghuan just felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he started to cry. Just now, he was so sad that he had no idea, so he asked Xiao Ci to mention it.
I really feel like he stinks.
Xiao Ci treated Song Qinghuan as if she were a child. He raised his hand and rubbed her head. While leading her into the house, he told Xiao Jingchuan: "Let someone prepare some food first."
After a pause, he asked Song Qinghuan again: "When did you come back? Have you eaten anything?"
Song Qinghuan remained silent, and Xiao Jingchuan answered for her: "My mother came back not long ago, and she has just had dinner with her son and sisters."
"That's good." Xiao Ci responded and said nothing else. Although he was very anxious along the way, he was not in a hurry now that he was back.
The bathroom at Yilanju had hot water supply all day long. Xiao Ci strode in quickly without asking Song Qinghuan to wait on him. He just asked her to help find the clothes.
Song Qinghuan was indeed very tired after running around for days, so he didn't try to be brave. He only found some clean clothes and went to the low couch to wait for him.
She had just talked with Xiao Jingchuan for a while, but there were some things she wanted to ask Xiao Ci, and she wanted to ask him something she didn't understand.
Xiao Ci wanted to bathe, wash his hair, and shave. After all the trouble, Song Qinghuan had already fallen asleep on the low couch.
Xiao Ci's heart softened, and he didn't ask anyone to come into the room to disturb him. He just put out the incense in the incense burner and replaced it with soothing incense, and then he carried Song Qinghuan to the bed.
As soon as he moved, Song Qinghuan woke up with a start. His eye circles were still red and he hadn't spoken yet, which made her feel extremely distressed.
Xiao Ci put her down, covered her with a thin blanket, smoothed the messy hair on her forehead and said comfortingly: "You go to sleep for a while, I'll go ask Brother Chuan what's going on."
I will come with you again."
After a pause, he added: "I won't let the Yun family and the Song family be plotted against in vain."
"Okay." Song Qinghuan was as fragile as a little kitten at this time. He deserved it, and tears fell down again. He buried his face in Xiao Ci's clothes and sobbed softly: "Yan Ruo, I.
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Before he could say anything, Xiao Ci tightened his hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
After one third of the soothing incense in the room was burned, Song Qinghuan could breathe evenly.
Xiao Ci had something to tell Xiao Jingchuan, so he didn't bother Song Qinghuan. The father and son carried the food boxes and went to the outer study.
All the waiters in the outer study were neatly dispatched. Xiao Ci was very hungry, so he filled the porridge and ate it. Xiao Jingchuan carefully prepared the dishes and talked about everything about the Yun family and the Song family.
It’s pretty much the same as what Song Qinghuan said.
Xiao Ci ate very quickly, but his ears listened to every word that Xiao Jingchuan said about being hungry.
Finally, he asked again: "How many are alive?"
Xiao Jingchuan didn't even say anything, but Xiao Ci asked. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Three."
He said: "Aunt Qingyan followed Uncle Wei to join her uncle in Liaodong. God gave uncle and the little boy from the Yun family, and my son placed them in a village on the outskirts of the city. When the storm is over, he is ready to send them out."
Where to send them? Naturally, they sent them to Ruizhou. Liaodong is too far away. The two children are not very old and the bumpy journey is unbearable. The climate in Liaodong is not good and the environment is relatively harsh. The children of the Yun family and the Song family
They were all born with a silver spoon in their mouths, and they can’t stand it even if they’re afraid.
When Xiao Ci heard this, he frowned at first, then calmed down, and gave a rare compliment: "Well done."
If it were him, if he could not save the Song family and the Yun family, he would still choose to leave only two children, leaving a gap for the Yun family and the Song family.
Xiao Jingchuan received a simple compliment from Xiao Ci, and a smile appeared on his face. He finally looked like a child and did not mention the hard work of saving people.
Song Tianci and the younger member of the Yun family who were just holding him in his arms did not go to the guillotine. The reason was that they died in the Dali Temple prison. Since they died, they were naturally thrown into mass graves. Xiao Jingchuan did not have much influence in Kyoto.
There are so many forces and connections, so it is not easy to bring a letter and medicine to jail, and then pick the person back up at the right time.
For Xiao Ci, there was nothing worthy of credit for these things. He ate all the porridge in the bowl and drank another cup of soup, and then he felt comfortable.
Then he asked: "What happened to those corpses?"
He was talking about the corpses of the Yun family and the Song family that were sent to the guillotine.
When a person is dead, he must be dressed up and buried. However, this case of the Yun family involves many people. The bodies of more than a hundred people were all separated and thrown into a mass grave. It is not a small matter to dress them up and bury them all.
Xiao Jingchuan knew that he couldn't let the bodies of the Yun family and the Song family be buried in a mass grave, but now that Xiao Wei was guarding the mass grave, he couldn't openly go there to collect the bodies.
Xiao Jingchuan explained the matter once, and after a pause, he also mentioned the matter of Xiao Wei embarrassing Song Qinghuan today. At the end, he said: "I will take Sister Tong there. The king of Yi has no intention of letting her go.
The sentence on the left is "rebellious ministers and traitors", and the sentence on the right is "rebellious ministers and traitors". Look at the posture, it seems that the mother's life is at stake."
Xiao Ci frowned, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, and a chill spread all over his body. He deserved to say: "I understand, leave this matter to me. If you have other things to do, you can take care of it."
After saying that, he explained in detail to Xiao Jingchuan.
Xiao Jingchuan agreed and thought for a while before asking: "Father, don't pick a chance to tell your mother about that matter. If...
