Only then did Guo Song slowly pull back his thoughts. He smiled apologetically and said, "While holding my son, I unconsciously thought about his future."
Xue Tao covered his mouth and said with a smile: "What will my son do in the future?"
"Inherit my career, a very big career, a career that I will struggle for ten or even twenty years."
Xue Tao looked at her husband doubtfully, "Husband, what are you referring to..."
Guo Song saw the worry in his wife's eyes, so he smiled and comforted her and said: "I'm talking about the prime minister, a very human minister!"
Xue Tao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "If you want your son to be the prime minister, you have to train him from an early age. Practicing martial arts is not enough. You must study, then take the imperial examination, serve as an official, county magistrate, state official, and do it step by step. I
It means that you can only pave the way for him, but he still has to walk the road himself."
"You are right, I want to hire the best teacher for my son to teach him how to read!"
At this time, the wet nurse outside the door whispered: "Madam, sir, the little lady is crying!"
Xue Tao was startled and asked quickly: "What's wrong?"
Guo Song quickly handed his son to his wife, "You are in confinement and cannot see the wind. Let me go and see her."
He walked out of the room quickly and asked the wet nurse: "Why is Xiaowei crying?"
"I don't know, she's been crying these days."
Guo Song didn't ask any more questions and quickly went to his daughter's room next door. He saw his daughter sitting on the small bed, sobbing and crying!
Guo Song quickly knelt down in front of his daughter and asked softly: "Xiaowei, why are you crying?"
"Daddy...I don't want Xiaowei anymore."
Guo Song felt like he had been stabbed hard in the heart, and his heartache suddenly became unbearable. Ten days after his son was born, he kept holding his son and actually forgot about his daughter.
He quickly held his daughter in his arms, patted her back, and comforted her softly: "Xiao Wei is daddy's darling, how could daddy not want you?"
Xiaowei hugged her father's neck and started to cry in frustration. She was already one and a half years old and was particularly sensitive to her parents' feelings. She would feel it if her parents were a little bit cold to her.
Guo Song felt even more uncomfortable. He quickly carried his daughter and walked to the next door, coaxing her as he walked, "Let's go see the little brother. He is just a little bit older, just like you when you were a child."
Guo Song walked into the room, pointed at his daughter to Xue Tao, and then looked at his son in the cradle. Xue Tao immediately understood that his daughter had been left out and wronged.
She was angry and funny. This little guy was such a villain. He was jealous at such a young age. She stretched out her arms and said with a smile, "Come on, mother, come and give me a hug."
Xiaowei turned around and threw herself into her mother's arms, crying even more sadly. Xue Tao comforted her daughter and gently patted her little shoulder. Slowly, Xiaowei fell asleep in her mother's arms.
Guo Song sighed self-reproaching, "It's our fault that we neglected the child, so we moved her little bed over. I'll stay with you during the day and let Aqiu and the wet nurse help you. I'll stay with her at night."
"I thought you didn't want a daughter since you had a son?" Xue Tao joked.
"Whoever said it is my baby. The palms and backs of my hands are all flesh. I have no idea of favoring boys over girls. I will even love my daughter more."
At this time, Xue Tao suddenly remembered something and asked: "When Ah Qiu was cleaning the study for you, he found a dusty wooden box under the cabinet. There were several broken slates inside, which together formed the image of a young lady.
The words Guo Weiwei are engraved next to it, what are they?"
Guo Song's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately regretted that he shouldn't have let Aqiu clean his study, and she discovered his secret.
"Where's the slate?" Guo Song asked quickly.
"I asked Aqiu not to move around and put it back where it was."
Guo Song breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "That was when I was a Taoist priest in Kongtong Mountain, about ten years ago! I had the same dream for several nights in a row, about my own daughter. When I woke up,
Her appearance always appeared before my eyes, so I carved her on the stone slab. Her name in the dream was Guo Weiwei."
"No wonder you gave Xiaowei this name. It turns out you had already thought of it, but that little lady seems... a bit like Xiaowei."
Xue Tao also saw the image of the slate. She was extremely surprised. The face and facial features were similar to her daughter. This matter has been lingering in her heart, and she finally had the opportunity to ask her husband.
Guo Song didn't know how to explain it. He pondered for a moment and said: "That must be my daughter from the previous life. She entrusted it to me in a dream. I practiced Taoism in Kongtong Mountain and encountered many things that were difficult to explain, such as the thousand-year-old immortal in Lingji Cave.
Physically, I always feel that there is an indescribable power that can connect our past and present lives through dreams."
Xue Tao remembered the rainbow that appeared when she knelt down to worship Master Guo Song. It seemed that this was the connection her husband was talking about. She could understand it, but she had never dreamed of her previous life.
Xue Tao also knew that it was difficult for her husband to explain, so he stopped asking further questions and said with a smile: "Husband, that stone slab is very important to you, right?"
Guo Song nodded, "It is indeed very important!"
Xue Tao added: "The slate has been a little blurry for too long, otherwise I would draw it down so that you won't forget it."
Guo Song held his wife's hand and said, "When you get better, help me draw her. That must be Xiaowei's previous life."
...........
At dawn, several cavalrymen rushed from afar, and soon they arrived at the foot of Zhangye City. At this time, the city gate had been opened, and several cavalrymen held their arrows high and ran directly into the city.
Not long after, three cavalrymen arrived at the government office. The leading cavalryman dismounted and asked, "We are coming from Anxi. Is Guo Shijun here?"
The guarding soldiers turned around and went in to report. After a while, Guo Song came out with several officials. When they saw Guo Song, the three cavalrymen immediately fell to the ground and cried. Guo Song was shocked when he saw their heads wrapped with white ribbons and asked quickly: "Come out."
What happened?"
The leading cavalryman cried sadly: "Your Majesty, our old prince...has gone."
Guo Song was stunned. Guo Xin still passed away. Guo Song stood there for a moment and nodded silently, "Invite them to come to my official room!"
Although Guo Xin's death was not surprising, Guo Song received the Anxi Express two months ago that Guo Xin's condition had worsened, but receiving the news of his death still made Guo Song feel very heavy.
Guo Song did not know when Guo Xin died in history, but he must have been there in the third year of Jianzhong. He changed history and Guo Xin's fate.
After being betrayed by the imperial court, Guo Xin became heartbroken and despaired, and finally died of mental and physical exhaustion. It can be said that she also bears an unshirkable responsibility. Guo Xin fought hard with a glimmer of hope, but he personally extinguished this glimmer of hope.
"Did the old prince leave any words?" Guo Song asked in a hoarse voice after a long time.
The leader of the cavalry was a school captain. He took out a document and presented it to Guo Song, "This is the last word of the old prince and the expectation of all Anxi soldiers."
Guo Song opened the ultimatum, which contained a memorial and a letter. There was only one sentence in the memorial: 'Wei Chen recommended Guo Song, the envoy of Hexi Jiedushi, to succeed the envoy of Anxi Jiedu. Guo Xin nodded.'
This is a letter written by Guo Xin himself. The handwriting is crooked, showing that he endured the pain and wrote it. The other letter was dictated by him and was written to Guo Song, hoping that Guo Song could take over his legacy and protect Anxi from falling into the hands of foreigners.
human hand.
At the bottom of the letter are the signatures of Anxi generals and officials. It is their common wish to ask Guo Song to go to Anxi to take charge.
Guo Song sighed lightly. If he went to Anxi, it would mean that he would give up Hexi, which he had worked hard for three years. Besides, the soldiers might not be willing to go, but in any case, he had to give an explanation to Guo Xin and the Anxi soldiers.
"Who is in charge of the overall situation in Anxi now?" Guo Song asked.
"It's Lou Wenda who recorded the affairs and joined the army."
Lou Wenda was a civil servant and he could not bear this responsibility. Guo Song pondered for a while and said: "You go back and tell Lou to join the army. This matter must be reported to the court and the court will decide. After all, Anxi is the Anxi of the Tang Dynasty."
"But the imperial court has given up on Anxi." The letter-delivery captain said angrily.
"Who said that?"
"Everyone in Anxi thinks so. Isn't it because of this reason that the old prince fell ill and died unfortunately?"
Guo Song was speechless, and after a while he asked again: "How is the current material situation in Anxi?"
"I would like to report to you, thanks to the melon seeds you brought last year, we harvested more than 100,000 kilograms of winter melons last autumn, so that tens of thousands of soldiers and their families no longer went hungry. We are grateful from the bottom of our hearts for your help in times of crisis."
Guo Song nodded, "When you go back this time, I will arrange for a team of camels to follow you. You can bring 30,000 sheepskins and some medicinal materials."
"Thank you so much for your love!"
Guo Song ordered Pan Liao to make arrangements. He immediately ordered the entire army to mourn for Guo Xin, and sent people to the capital to report to the court.