Chapter 330: The Liang Army's Defeat
In an instant, the couple's attention was all focused on Song Yanxi.
She smiled dryly and shook her head slightly.
If possible, she would rather the person who temporarily lost his voice was Mo Jinchuan.
Alternatively, she could consider temporarily poisoning him.
Catching a flash of coldness in Song Yanxi's eyes, Mo Jinchuan curled the corners of his lips and naturally lifted her arm.
He said with concern and nervousness, "My lady, watch your step."
The cautious tone made the old couple frown to varying degrees.
There is a deep conflict between this young couple!
Facing the concerned gazes of the two elders, Song Yanxi had no choice but to smile and nodded, allowing him to help her sit down on the lounge chair in the yard.
The eaves were covered with snow, but there was not a trace of snow in the yard.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, Song Yanxi's tense heartstrings finally relaxed for a moment.
As the saying goes, steal a little time to relax in this busy life.
As for the disturbances in the outside world, let’s not talk about them for now.
Song Yanxi narrowed her eyes and listened to Uncle Wu and his wife chatting idly, a smile unconsciously rising at the corner of her lips.
The slightly pale little face, bathed in sunlight, seemed to be covered with a layer of light pink, as beautiful as a painting, making people reluctant to disturb this rare tranquility.
This was the scene Mo Jinchuan saw when he came out carrying bedding.
He frowned for a moment, walked lightly to the recliner, and gently covered Song Yanxi with the quilt in his hand.
Song Yanxi was not actually asleep, and she heard his approaching footsteps, but the winter sun made her feel lazy and she didn't even want to lift her eyelids.
She thought to herself, Mo Jinchuan had already established her as an unreasonable young lady in front of the two elders, so she might as well follow through.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be a loss to bear this title in vain?
Thinking of this, the last bit of guilt in Song Yanxi's heart disappeared, and she became more and more adept at commanding Mo Jinchuan.
There were some things that she didn't even need to write down. With just a glance, he would immediately understand what she was thinking and handle it appropriately.
Aunt Wu didn't like it at first.
I even thought about doing some ideological work on Song Yanxi.
"How can a husband and wife be like this?"
Uncle Wu dispelled her idea with just one sentence.
He glanced at her and asked, "My mother-in-law said the same thing the first year we were married."
Aunt Wu was so angry that she just stared blankly, but she couldn't think of anything to refute.
That night, Uncle Wu was forced to spend the entire night squeezed together with Mo Jinchuan on the floor of the main hall.
The excuse was that as someone who had been through it, he wanted to pass on some experience to him.
For example, nothing is bigger than your wife, and whatever she says is right.
For example, beating is love and scolding is care. Even if someone kicks you in anger, it is better than not even bothering to give you a look.
As men, they have to learn to be tolerant. Their wives are not someone else's, so if they give in, they will still get a piece of the pie.
But if you don't let me, then you can go by yourself.
Mo Jinchuan had been listening silently, and after a long while he asked, "Even if you've been married for many years, you have to move out and sleep if you make your wife angry?"
In the darkness, Uncle Wu was silent for a long time.
It was so long that Mo Jinchuan thought he was asleep, and then he heard him snort coldly and say, "She insisted on sleeping outside. It was freezing cold, so I just let her go."
"I see."
"Why are you so talkative, young man? Go to sleep!"
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It took about half a month for the news from outside to reach Hemu Village.
The Liang army led by Wen Qi had originally broken through several defense lines of the An army with great momentum, but suffered a heavy loss outside the border city.
The cavalry, which had always been proud of its strength, was ambushed by the machine gun and suffered heavy casualties.
Before they could react, the Liang army appeared out of nowhere, cut off their retreat, and formed a three-sided siege in an attempt to trap them to death.
If Wen Qi had not escaped quickly, abandoning the main force and decisively taking the risk of crossing the river with his elite troops, the news of the defeat might have also been spread along with the news of Prince Liang's death.
The whole country knows that the Emperor of Liang is in poor health. If the Crown Prince dies again, won’t the State of Liang be in chaos?
Although he is not dead now, his subordinates are in chaos.
"Wang Biao, don't say such things carelessly. If it gets out, you'll have more heads than you can chop off."
Wang Biao snorted coldly, "Look at you, you're such a coward! Rumors are everywhere that he ran away like a stray dog, not even taking his beloved woman with him. How can a man like him be the crown prince?"
"There's no outsiders here anyway, so I'll tell you the truth. Wait until the border is less restricted after the New Year, and then hurry to Da'an."
Song Yanxi paused while writing the prescription, and then she heard the man continue, "I've found out everything. The commander of the border town is General Xu Xiao, who used to follow King Jin of Da'an. He has nothing to say about his soldiers and civilians.
What, isn't it better than living with a heavy heart now?"
When Prince Jin was mentioned, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.
Some people even secretly wiped away their tears.
Aunt Wu came in at the right moment and said hurriedly, "Xiao Qiang's mother, your eyesight is not good to begin with, you must stop crying."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoqiang's mother wiped her eyes and said, "Look at my memory. I almost forgot. His father asked me to come over to let Pingchuan's wife check his eyes."
"Have you been crying again recently?"
"How could that be possible? It's almost Chinese New Year, so I was thinking of making a few more pairs of tiger-head shoes so that Brother Wu and Pingchuan can sell them when they sell their baskets to make some money."
Knowing that everyone was having a hard time this year, Aunt Wu readily agreed and asked her to bring the rest of the words over to help.
She straightened her back and said with great pride, "Pingchuan's wife's embroidery skills are among the best in our area. I've been learning from her recently."
Wang Biao was surprised and said, "Pingchuan's wife can not only treat patients, but also sew?"
Everyone in the village works hard to make a living. Even if they have daughters, they are treated like boys from a young age.
People like Xiaoqiang's mother and Aunt Wu who can make tiger-head shoes are considered to have the best skills among women.
When they heard him say this, the other people in the room also became interested.
Except for Wang Biao and Xiaoqiang's mother, the others came to see their beautiful daughter-in-law rather than to see a doctor.
Song Yanxi handed the written prescription to Wang Biao, and the beautiful handwriting on it instantly caught his attention.
He quickly showed it to the person next to him, smiled innocently and said, "I have never seen such beautiful calligraphy in my life."
As he spoke, he turned to look at Song Yanxi and asked, "Pingchuan's wife, what's wrong with me?"
Uncle Wu came out from the inner room, looked at the prescription carefully and said, "It's nothing serious. Just try to be less angry."
Before he went to get the medicine, he seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and looked at him and said, "You are old now, it's time to talk about finding a wife seriously, so that you don't have to stare at other people's wives all day long."
Wang Biao was embarrassed by what he said and said angrily: "What you said, if I had a wife, wouldn't I know to take her?
Why don't you go out and take a look? Are there any unmarried girls in this area? If there are any, it won't be your turn."
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