Song Chengzhang counted all the gifts he brought back one by one.
Song Jinming listened for a long time but didn't hear himself, so he spoke weakly.
"Father, what about your son's?"
Song Chengzhang and Song Jinming stared at each other, then clapped their hands, "Oh! I forgot!"
Song Jinming: “…”
Fatherly love, gone?
Seeing his son's lost look, Song Chengzhang's eyes, which were already a little droopy but still bright, showed a cunning look.
"No way! Here, this is a gift for you.
Even though you are almost a grandfather, you are still my son. You must have what others have."
Song Jinming's throat suddenly felt sore and his eyes were a little red.
Seeing this, Song Jiujiu, who was eating a candied haws, couldn't help but complain inwardly.
[Daddy, is he going to cry again? Daddy hasn’t cried for a long time. I almost forgot that Daddy is a little crybaby.
If daddy cries, should I comfort him?
I wonder if Dad will get angry out of shame.]
The little guy's mutterings were heard by Song Chengzhang, Song Jinming and Ye Peizhu who were present.
Song Jinming blushed and covered his lips with his hands while coughing.
Song Chengzhang even burst into laughter.
Song Jiujiu didn't understand what was going on, and asked in a puzzled voice, "Grandpa, why are you laughing? What's wrong?"
Song Chengzhang picked up his little granddaughter and shook her around curiously.
"Grandpa is happy, hahaha."
Song Jiujiu believed it and started grinning.
Song Chengzhang was in a good mood. After returning from a long journey, he did not plan to rest. Instead, he chatted with his son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter about the interesting things he had experienced during his travels.
After a chat, Song Chengzhang asked whether anything happened in the royal family and the capital after he left.
Song Jinming nodded, "Father, something did happen between the Xianchao Kingdom and the Yanchi Kingdom..."
Song Jinming told him everything that had happened recently.
"Father, this is roughly the situation.
It just so happens that you are back. Our original plan was to set off for the Xian Dynasty Kingdom after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Oh, besides that, there is another thing, it’s about Jiuer’s dream.”
Song Jinming looked at his daughter and said, "Jiu'er, tell your grandfather about your dream and see if it really happened before."
Song Jiujiu nodded quickly.
"Grandpa, Jiuer told you that Jiuer dreamed of a fake..."
The little girl repeated the contents of her dream clearly.
The more Song Jinming listened, the more his brows furrowed.
“It turns out he’s still alive…
But I didn't feel anything.
I said that the imperial palace and the capital were clearly under my control back then, so how could those people suddenly rebel?
It turned out that it was people from the Xian Dynasty who helped.
Now that he was being used as a test subject, it was considered what he deserved.
Jin Ming, what are you going to do about the Xian Dynasty?"
Song Jinming told Rong Yanqing about the plan he and Rong Yanqing had discussed.
"......This is the general plan. Father, now that you have returned, after your son and his troops leave, the court will need your attention."
Song Chengzhang's brows were furrowed and he never relaxed.
“This plan also sounds risky.
Xiao Jiuer, do you really want to go to the capital of the Xian Dynasty with the Ninth Prince of the Xian Dynasty?
You are so young, you shouldn't get involved in such dangerous things."
Song Chengzhang held his little granddaughter in his arms, extremely worried.
Song Jiujiu comforted her grandfather like a little adult.
"Grandpa, Jiuer is awesome!
You have to believe Jiuer!
As long as Jiuer and Brother Yan Qing can successfully reach the capital of the Xian Dynasty, they can successfully catch the evil people.
Then the battle between good and evil can be ended smoothly.
Success and danger coexist. If you want to succeed, you must go through some dangers."
The little guy spoke seriously, and Song Chengzhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You, you little bastard.
Then you promise grandpa that when you encounter danger, the first thing you must do is to protect yourself!
No matter what happens to the Ninth Prince or the Immortal Dynasty, they are not as important as your life!
Everything must be based on saving your own life!"
Song Jiujiu nodded her head obediently.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. Jiuer, Daddy, and everyone else will return safely!"
After finishing the business, Song Chengzhang felt a little tired, so he went back to his palace to rest.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family spent the night together, not thinking about anything else but focusing on eating mooncakes and appreciating the moon.
Of course, Rong Yanqing was among them.
Originally, Rong Yanqing had not planned to participate.
Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion. As an outsider, there is no need for him to disturb the Song family's reunion.
But Song Jiujiu personally ran up to him and invited him, and pulled him over.
At first, Rong Yanqing was a little hesitant, but under the attack of Song Jiujiu who kept calling him Brother Yanqing.
Rong Yanqing also joined the Song family's Mid-Autumn Festival dinner.
As the night deepened, the full moon shyly hid behind the clouds.
Song Jinming drank some osmanthus wine, and in his slightly tipsy state, he was reminded of the past.
"Tomorrow we will set off for the border.
Father, Fufeng is handed over to you. Wenyu, Zixian, you two should help your grandfather, the emperor.
"Whatever Grandpa Huang tells you to do, you'll do it. Do you hear me?"
Song Wenyu recovered from the poison a few years ago, and after a few years of recuperation, his body and mind have returned to normal.
He nodded gently, "Don't worry, Father."
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