Chapter 767 If everyone is afraid of death, who will go to war?

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's wife hurriedly said, "Children's words are innocent. Your Majesty, please don't take this child's words to heart."

Shuang'er glanced at her and said unhappily, "Mom, I'm not talking nonsense."

"You haven't said that yet?" The shopkeeper's wife frowned, anger in her eyes, "In this world, only men have been generals. They are the ones who rush to the front to defend the country. How can a girl like you have the chance to do that?

You usually don't want to study, and I don't force you, but look at what a mess you've become now."

The shopkeeper quickly advised, "Shuang'er, be obedient. Your mother is worried about you.

On the battlefield, swords and knives are merciless, unlike you children playing house with mud, where you hang your heads on your belts and many of you live without a tomorrow."

Shuang'er said crisply, "I'm not afraid."

Without waiting for her parents to speak again, she asked with a straight face, "If everyone is afraid of death, who will go to war?"

The shopkeeper's wife was speechless after hearing her question, and her eyes turned red.

It's not that she doesn't understand those profound principles.

But she only has this one daughter, and this would undoubtedly be like cutting flesh from her heart. How could she bear to let her go?

Not to mention, my daughter just turned seven years old and is still a childish baby.

She says now that she wants to be a female general, but tomorrow she might want to be a female top scholar, and the day after tomorrow she might want to be a female butcher. Can we still let her do what she wants?

As her parents, they naturally have to discipline her.

Especially in front of the prince and the princess.

If they took it seriously and decided to take their daughter with them to raise her, it would be difficult for her to see her daughter again in the future.

She is just an ordinary woman who has no big ambitions in life. She just wants her family of three to live an ordinary life.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper's wife couldn't help feeling sad.

Seeing tears glistening in her eyes, the shopkeeper quickly hugged her in his arms and looked at his daughter with reproach in his eyes, "Shuang'er, don't say such sad words to your mother."

Shuang'er's face was more flustered, and she opened her mouth and said, "Mom, that's not what I meant, I just..."

At the end of her words, her voice became smaller and smaller.

It’s not that she gave up her persistence, but she just didn’t want to make her parents sad.

Mother and daughter are connected by heart, so how could the shopkeeper's wife not see that her daughter was not willing?

She selfishly thought that her daughter was her own flesh and blood, born after ten months of pregnancy, and should stay by her side and be cherished by her.

But looking at her daughter's eyes that had turned red due to grievance, she could not convince herself to do as her parents had advised her, telling her that as a girl, she should obey her father at home and her husband after marriage.

Any inappropriate thoughts are against Tiangang.

She was lucky. Even though she got married and had children arranged by her parents, her life was still pretty good.

But in the surrounding neighborhood, there are many cases of couples not getting along, and it is not uncommon for wives to be beaten.

For an ordinary family like theirs, there is no such thing as divorce. As long as the man does not agree to divorce his wife, he can only endure it with tears even if he is beaten every day.

How could her Shuang'er bear the days of being dependent on others?

The shopkeeper's wife made up her mind, knelt down and said respectfully, "Please accept my daughter, Your Majesty."

Shuang'er was startled by her action and hurried to pull her up, tears falling down her face in anxiety.

She cried, "Mom, please get up quickly."

The shopkeeper's wife pushed her away and bowed to Mo Jinchuan.

Shuang'er clenched her fists and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a light laugh.

Under her gaze, Song Yanxi helped the shopkeeper's wife up and met her stubborn eyes. "The army doesn't need a crying female general."

Shuang'er blurted out: "I'm not crying!"

The shopkeeper's wife was the first to react, and said excitedly, "Shuang'er's father, the prince has agreed to take our daughter in."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper said nothing and just looked at Mo Jinchuan silently.

He wondered if His Royal Highness Prince Jin was like him, listening to his wife on all matters big and small at home.

If not, he was afraid that his wife would be happy too early.

After all, His Royal Highness Prince Renjin has not yet expressed his opinion.

The shopkeeper was just thinking about it when he felt someone pinching the soft flesh on his waist hard, and he cried out in pain.

Meeting the threatening look from his wife, he hurriedly tried to kneel down, but Mo Jinchuan reached out and held his arm.

He is not short in stature and he works hard on weekdays. Although he cannot match the girl's natural strength, he still has a lot of strength in his hands.

But compared with the prince, he suddenly felt like a half-grown child, as if he was being picked up by someone.

No wonder her wife always says that comparing yourself with others will only make you angry.

The shopkeeper thanked him and quickly stood beside his wife, whispering, "If our daughter follows His Royal Highness Prince Jin, she will definitely become a female general in the future."

"Do you even need to tell me that?" The shopkeeper's wife glared at him and said to her daughter, "Shuang'er, what are you still standing there for? Kowtow to Prince Jin right now."

Mo Jinchuan stopped him and said, "No need."

He looked at Shuang'er, whose face was filled with excitement, and said in a cold voice, "This king cannot accept you."

Shuang'er was startled, clenched her fists and asked, "Why?"

The shopkeeper and his wife also looked nervous.

Under the gaze of the family of three, Mo Jinchuan said frankly: "My wedding is coming soon, and I don't have time to care about other things."

Shuang'er pursed her lips, not knowing whether to congratulate them on their marriage or regret that she was rejected.

Just as she was struggling with her thoughts, she heard Mo Jinchuan say, "Take this king's token and go to the Qiu Mansion in the west of the city to find General Qiu and ask him to accept you as his disciple.

When he says you are ready to go out, I will help you become the first female general in Da'an."

"Really?" Shuang'er's eyes lit up, and she thought of something and asked, "Your Highness, what if General Qiu doesn't want to accept me?"

Mo Jinchuan heard this and smiled faintly, "There is a stone lion at the gate of the Qiu Mansion. If he refuses, you can kick it down in front of him."

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"Did that stone lion offend the prince?" Song Yanxi couldn't help but ask after leaving the shop.

The last time she went to the Qiu Mansion, she glanced at the pair of stone lions guarding the door and felt that their rough lines made them look particularly domineering.

It also looks bigger than the ones placed at the doorsteps of ordinary people's homes.

Not to mention the little girl, even if it was a strong man, it would be difficult to kick her without some real skills.

Could it be that he wanted to use this to make the little girl give up?

Meeting her suspicious eyes, Mo Jinchuan smiled helplessly, "Xi'er, who do you think I am? How could you deliberately tease a little girl?"

Song Yanxi didn't say anything. Thinking back to when he looked at Shuang'er just now, his eyes were full of admiration, and she realized that she might have been overthinking it.

If he really didn't want to, he would have refused directly when the little girl first knelt down.

But the idea of ​​people kicking stone lions seems outrageous no matter how you listen to it.

Looking at her indescribable expression, Mo Jinchuan coughed lightly and said, "Xier, during the two years I was recovering from my injury, I didn't just carve wood."

Song Yanxi's eyes widened slightly. "Could that pair of stone lions also be the work of the prince?"

Mo Jinchuan nodded, and said a little embarrassedly: "I was just killing time, and Uncle Qiu happened to come to visit. He fell in love with it at first sight and insisted on moving back to protect the house."

Thinking of his past reputation as a killer in the army, Song Yanxi raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Didn't Lord Qiu tell the prince why he was so interested in this pair of stone lions?"