Song Ling'er said "tomorrow" and left, and tomorrow came tomorrow, and she stayed in the capital for another half month.
Wang Yuan's ribs no longer hurt, but they were definitely not completely healed yet, so he should not do any strenuous exercise. He could only lie down obediently every night, his eyes full of tears of humiliation, and let the cruel female general ravage him in every possible way.
Far away in Henan, war smoke is everywhere.
Huang Ke, the right minister of the Ministry of Revenue, is about to leave for the governor of Henan to provide food and salary, and will set off with 50,000 taels of Taicang silver.
At this point, Yang Tinghe took charge of the war in Henan. Peng Ze, the military admiral, Huang Ke, the food and salary admiral, and Qiu Yue, the cavalry commander, were all Yang Tinghe's confidants!
Li Dongyang, the chief minister of the cabinet, once again requested to resign, but the emperor refused.
Huang Ke was about to leave, and Song Ling'er suddenly came to visit him. Facing this female Jin Yiwei, Huang Ke was a little dumbfounded. He cupped his fists and said, "I wonder what's important about Song Qianhu's visit?"
Song Ling'er said seriously: "I heard that Huang Shilang is about to lead his troops out of the capital. I will come with you. The journey will be more convenient."
"That's okay," Huang Ke said.
The officials have already exploded. There are even more memorials to impeach Song Ling'er than the previous impeachment of Wang Yuan. Firstly, she is a daughter, and secondly, she is the daughter of a chieftain. From any aspect, she is not suitable to be a royal guard. What's more, she is a daughter of a chieftain.
Not to mention the direct award to Jinyiwei Qianhu.
The more impeachment memorials came out, the happier Zhu Houzhao laughed, and he even wanted to call the officials over and watch them jumping with anger in person.
Song Ling'er said: "I still have something important to do. I want to see Mrs. Nie and Sister Huang."
"Excuse me." Huang Ke thought they were going to say something private between women.
Song Ling'er was taken to the inner house by the servant. Mrs. Nie was a little surprised, but Huang E kept forcing a smile.
Song Ling'er, dressed in military uniform, said straight to the point: "Sister Huang, I made you like Wang Yuan because of my smile, right?"
Huang E flatly denied: "No."
Mrs. Nie said displeasedly: "Miss Song, please don't talk nonsense. This is related to my daughter's honor."
Song Ling'er changed her careless look and said seriously: "I'm not blind? It wasn't clear at first, but then I understood. Every time you see Wang Yuan, your eyes seem to be shining. I like Wang Yuan too.
, Wang Yuan also likes me, and he even asked your Majesty to grant me a marriage."
Mrs. Nie was even more unhappy: "Is Miss Song here to demonstrate?"
Huang E said weakly: "Since he is my sister's lover, my little sister will not have any inappropriate thoughts."
"That's not what I want to say," Song Ling'er said with a smile, "I have already declined your majesty's offer of marriage. Wang Yuan came from the mountains of Guizhou. It was not easy for him to get the top prize. Marrying me, the daughter of a chieftain, will definitely affect him.
.Don’t worry, Sister Huang, I will never marry him in this life. I don’t have many friends in the capital, and even fewer women, but you have the best character. I feel uncomfortable when Wang Yuan marries another woman.
If he can marry you, I will be happy to accept it."
Huang E was surprised and happy, looking at Song Ling'er blankly, not knowing how to respond.
Song Ling'er said to Mrs. Nie again: "Mrs. Nie, Wang Yuan is a man who values affection and righteousness. If you marry your daughter, you will make sure that your daughter will not be wronged."
Mrs. Nie couldn't agree on the spot, because it would be like picking up the leftover things. She said noncommittally: "I have my own opinion."
Song Ling'er handed Huang E a letter: "Sister Huang, you have to take the initiative and ask a matchmaker to come and arrange the marriage. Wang Yuan will definitely not be willing to do so. When the time comes, hand this letter to him and the marriage will be done naturally.
"
Huang E took the envelope with both hands and asked: "Sister Song is planning to leave Beijing?"
Song Ling'er patted the embroidered spring knife on her waist and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has appointed me as the Imperial Guard of Qianhu. I will go back to Guizhou to lead troops to fight. When we meet again next time, maybe I will already be a powerful female general in the southwest!"
"
"Sister Song is really a heroine!" Huang E looked admiring, but at the same time she felt ashamed. She felt that Wang Yuan and Song Ling'er were both so outstanding and a match made in heaven, but she had no ability at all and was as small and humble as an ant on the ground.
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Song Ling'er cupped her fists at Mrs. Nie and said, "Mrs. Nie, I am a wild girl from a barbarian family, and I don't know how to speak. Anyway, it's just what I said just now. If I offend you, don't worry about it."
After all the talk, Mrs. Nie couldn't care less. Instead, she believed that Song Ling'er was sincere. She took Song Ling'er's hand and said, "You have come to the Huang Mansion several times, so we are acquaintances. Swords don't have eyesight, but battlefields are not good."
You must be careful and don't act rashly."
"Thank you, farewell!" Song Ling'er arrived abruptly and left gracefully. She turned around and left with her fists clasped.
When Song Ling'er walked away, Mrs. Nie said with emotion: "When I was young, I also read some novels. I thought that female generals only existed in story books, but I never expected to see a real person today. This Miss Song,
What a wonderful woman in the world!"
Huang E murmured: "Wang Erlang is also a strange man in the world, and they are the best match."
Mrs. Nie smiled and said: "Silly girl, you are not bad at all. I will hire a matchmaker to arrange marriage someday, and I will have to fulfill your wishes."
"I don't have any intentions." Huang E was embarrassed.
Mrs. Nie smiled and said: "Even Miss Song, who is so careless, can see it, but a mother like me can't see it? It's all written on your face!"
"Is there any?" Huang E covered his face and ran away.
Having a crush on a man is a very private matter, and Huang E thought that only his personal maid knew about it. Huang E was so embarrassed that everyone could see it, which made Huang E so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Back in the boudoir, Huang E walked around in a complicated mood.
She regretted that Wang Yuan and Sister Song were lovers and it was difficult to get married, but she was also happy that she could get what she wanted. The two were intertwined, and she didn't know whether to be sad or happy. She also felt guilty that a third party had intervened.
Lying in front of the window doing nothing, Huang E pulled out the golden hairpin, held it between his fingers and turned it around, and suddenly started to giggle for no reason.
"whee!"
Huang E used a gold hairpin to poke holes in the window paper, and she didn't know why. Anyway, she was very energetic at the moment and just wanted to do something stupid to vent her anger.
I suddenly pushed the window open, and the plum blossoms outside the window were not withered. A gust of wind blew and the petals scattered all over the ground.
Huang E was staring at the plum blossoms in trance, his thoughts were flying to the sky, and before he knew it, it was almost dusk. An ant climbed up along the corner of the wall, carrying a small piece of plum blossoms. Huang E smiled and said: "Do you also eat nectar?
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"Miss, it's time to eat!" the maid shouted from behind.
Huang E picked up the inkstone and began to grind ink, and said to the maid: "I'll go right away."
After grinding the ink, Huang E spread out the rice paper and wrote a poem: "The golden hairpin smiles on the red window paper, bringing in the fragrance of plum blossoms. The ants also pity the early spring, and drag the petals upside down to the east wall."
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Wang Yuan was tortured so much that night that he was afraid that his ribs, which had not yet fully healed, would be broken again by a certain female general riding a horse.
Song Ling'er seemed to want to eat him. She was so tired that she kept coming out of breath. She rested for a while and then regained her composure. Time and time again, it was already morning time when she went to bed.
"Dong dong dong!"
The two of them slept in a daze when Zhou Chong suddenly knocked on the door: "Second brother, it's already Chen time!"
This is called a humanoid alarm clock.
Wang Yuan patted Song Ling'er's vest, leaned into her ear and said, "Little lazy cat, it's time to get up."
"Well..." Song Ling'er frowned and said drowsily, "Don't make any noise, let me sleep for a while."
Wang Yuan smiled and said: "I'll tell those Jinyi guards and let them leave tomorrow."
"Jinyiwei?"
"By the way, I'm leaving today, and I've made an appointment with Mr. Huang!"
Song Ling'er sat up instantly and hurriedly put on clothes. She screamed in pain when she jumped out of bed. Her legs were weak and she was a little unsteady.
Wang Yuan asked: "What's wrong?"
Song Ling'er said in embarrassment: "My hamstring seems to be strained. I exerted too much force last night."
Wang Yuan said speechlessly: "Let you take it easy."
"I just want to squeeze you dry and make sure I can conceive a son," Song Ling'er put on her clothes and hung the embroidered spring knife on her waist, and said to Wang Yuan, "You can continue to sleep, I'm leaving!"
"Sleep, why don't I see you off when you go back to Guizhou?" Wang Yuan also got up to get dressed, feeling a little weak, as if he had been hollowed out by the enchantress.
The two rode horses to meet up with the Jin Yiwei, and then went straight to the post station outside the city, where they waited for Huang Ke's team.
This time, Huang Ke, the governor of Henan Province, wanted to transport 50,000 taels of Taicang silver out of Beijing, and the team to transport the silver was very long.
"My nephew, are you here to see off Song Qianhu?" Huang Ke smiled with a smile on his face. It seemed that his wife had already discussed it with him and was observing Wang Yuan from the perspective of his father-in-law.
Not a good match?
Huang Shilang has never said anything like that.
Huang Ke is Yang Tinghe's confidant. Once his daughter marries Wang Yuan, she will undoubtedly attract a strong general to her faction.
Wang Yuan clasped his fists and said, "I'll ask my uncle to take care of Ling'er."
"It's easy to say, we are all our own people." Huang Ke said with a smile.
Wang Yuan took Song Ling'er aside again and whispered for a long time. After Huang Ke's team was ready to set off, he said: "We are thousands of miles away from Guizhou. You must take care along the way. Don't show off when you get to Guizhou. Your own safety is the top priority in everything."
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"I know, stop being so nagging, nagging like an old woman." Song Ling'er said with a smile.
Wang Yuan sighed: "You are too out of touch, how can you make people not worry?"
Song Ling'er suddenly got on her horse and said, "I'm older than you. I'm leaving, don't give me any more gifts!"
Wang Yuan suddenly pulled off his necklace, put it into Song Ling'er's hand and said, "This is the amulet my grandma made for me with wolf teeth when I went to Beijing to take the exam. You take it with you!"
"Um."
Song Ling'er suddenly wanted to cry. She cut off a strand of hair with a knife, stuffed it into Wang Yuan's hand and said, "Take it too. Seeing the hair is like seeing me."
Wang Yuan said in a low voice: "Give me a few more years, I will definitely marry you as my wife, and I will definitely be a cabinet minister. By then, you don't have to worry about affecting my future."
Song Ling'er said: "Fool, I left you a letter. After you read the letter, follow it honestly."
"What letter?" Wang Yuan asked.
Song Ling'er said: "Someone will bring it to you."
Huang Ke watched this scene from a distance, and suddenly thought of his deceased wife. They had also parted in this way, and the separation became forever. Although he was very affectionate with his current wife, what Huang Ke missed most was his deceased wife, who was his first love.
Wang Yuan stood on the post road, watching Song Ling'er go away, and suddenly remembered a poem he had recited at some point.
Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.