Chapter 383 Tie the Man Up
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became cold.
Eunuch De rested his forehead against the cold ground, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
Unable to hear Mo Jinchuan speak, his heart was in turmoil. He gritted his teeth and said, "If the prince wants to leave, he must step over the dead body of this old slave."
"really?"
Eunuch De's heart sank, and before he could feel any sadness, he heard Mo Jinchuan coldly order: "An Yi, tie him up."
A black figure appeared in the room silently.
An Yi had a cold expression on his face, holding a large bundle of thick hemp rope in his hand.
Song Yanxi had seen this kind of rope before.
It was what Brother Luo used to tie up pigs when he slaughtered them.
Once tied tightly, there is no possibility of breaking free.
When Eunuch De caught a glimpse of An Yi's boots, his heart instantly sank.
Although he was just a servant, he had served Prince Jin since he was a child. Even if he had no merits, he had worked hard over the years.
Not to mention, he and Your Majesty were from the same hometown when they were young...
Eunuch De closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, which were full of traces of time.
Immediately afterwards, he heard An Yi's voice in his ears.
"Father-in-law, I'm sorry."
Eunuch De raised his head resignedly, closed his eyes, and said with a face ready to die: "I hope Your Majesty will give this old servant a quick death."
After he finished speaking, he realized that the room was too quiet.
He slowly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of Mo Jinchuan and Song Yanxi in the room. Only An Yi was left holding the hemp rope.
Seeing him looking at her, An Yi asked stiffly, "Sir, do you want to do it yourself, or wait for me to do it?"
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Sitting on a bench in front of the mutton soup stall, Song Yanxi looked at the person who sat down with two bowls of hot soup and raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is this the Huichun Hall that the prince mentioned?"
Mo Jinchuan took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and handed them to her, saying to himself, "There are at least ten soup restaurants in the city, but only this one has had the same taste for thirty years, never changing."
Song Yanxi laughed, "Your Highness, how old are you? How can you know what it tasted like thirty years ago?"
Mo Jinchuan curled his lips and asked instead of answering: "Do you know when I first came to Border Town?"
Song Yanxi wanted to say twelve years ago, but she felt that he would not ask her such a simple question.
Something flashed through her mind.
She thought of something and said helplessly, "The prince was only a few years old at that time, and he was young and naive. I'm afraid he has long forgotten it."
"This king remembers."
Mo Jinchuan looked at the old woman busy in front of the hot pot and said softly, "Grandma's son was once a deputy general under General Yan. The first time I came with General Yan was to give her the pension for her son who died in battle."
He lowered his eyes and said, "Grandma refused to accept the money and asked General Yan and I to have soup. The hot soup was so salty that it was hard to swallow, but General Yan drank it all. I only took two sips and put it down.
Later I learned that ordinary small vendors like me in border towns simply couldn’t afford expensive salt.”
The mother who lost her own child flavored the two bowls of soup with her sad tears.
From then on, the young Mo Jinchuan remembered the salty taste of that soup, and secretly made a vow in his heart that when he grew up, he would take up the sword to protect his country for those sacrificed soldiers.
Song Yanxi's eyes were slightly red from the hot soup, and she asked softly, "Do you still remember what my eldest uncle and second uncle look like?"
How many people in the border town still remember the two generals of the Yan family?
Perhaps they all forgot.
Only the Yan family, who suffered the real pain, can never forget it.
Old Madam Yan's memory has become increasingly worse in the past two years, but even so, when she is confused, she will still recite her two sons' nicknames.
Shen Qingyun said that she was afraid that she would forget them.
Death is not the end, being forgotten by the living is.
"Of course, I also have portraits of the two generals in my house." Mo Jinchuan tore off half a pancake and handed it to Song Yanxi with a calm expression.
In fact, I was regretting that I shouldn't have said that much.
If she casually asked where the calligraphy and paintings were kept and why she had never seen them in the study before, he would probably not be able to answer.
Song Yanxi looked at the old lady, whose body was already hunched but whose hands were extremely nimble, and took out a dime from her purse and placed it on the table.
She thought for a moment and said, "Please, grandma, boil the hot soup in the pot. Someone will come to drink it later."
The old lady smiled and said "Okay", then she came closer and said, "Girl, a pot of mutton soup doesn't cost that much money, you absolutely can't do that!"
She straightened her back with great effort and said, "I've been selling mutton soup here for decades. I'm honest and never cheat anyone.
This person must behave uprightly, or he will suffer retribution."
As she was speaking, she seemed to have thought of something and said with an annoyed look, "Look at this old woman's memory. I'm afraid the remaining mutton soup can't be given to the girl."
"Why?"
The old lady smiled embarrassedly and said, "Girl, you don't know, my eldest son doesn't like to eat anything else, he only likes to drink this in winter. If I don't leave him more, he will definitely be angry."
Song Yanxi forced a smile and asked, "Can you give us two more bowls?"
"No, no."
The old lady waved her hands, eyes full of pride as she said, "My son is a soldier under General Song. This pot of mutton soup is not enough for him and General Song alone."
Seeing that Song Yanxi still refused to take back the silver, the old woman said angrily, "What's wrong with you, girl? I said I don't have it, so I don't have it. How can you force me to buy or sell it?
My son fought so hard against General Song, why are you trying to snatch even a bowl of soup from them?"
The old lady changed her attitude so quickly that Song Yanxi was stunned by the scolding and didn't react for a while.
When she came to her senses, Mo Jinchuan had already pulled her away from the mutton soup stall and moved her to a nearby side.
The steaming soup and the bowl were overturned to the ground. The old woman gasped and said angrily, "You people only know how to eat and drink, and you don't know what life is like for the soldiers in the north.
Get out, all of you! If you don’t get out, don’t blame me for beating you out with a big stick!”
As she spoke, she tried to overturn the table next to her.
Mo Jinchuan hurriedly said, "Don't be upset, grandma. We'll leave now. We apologize for offending you just now."
Before leaving, he threw a purse on the table as compensation.
The old woman was originally cursing, "Who cares about your dirty money?", but when she grabbed the purse, her expression changed and she said with a smile, "I earned so many copper coins today, I can make a new cotton-padded jacket for my son. It's almost the beginning of winter."
As she turned around, Song Yanxi heard her mumbling, "Being a soldier, being a soldier, I don't know what I'm doing all day long. I'm hungry and cold, yet I'm trying to imitate others and start an uprising..."
Song Yanxi's heart tightened when she heard this, fearing that her outrageous words would reach the ears of a fourth person and bring her fatal disaster.
Meeting her eyes, Mo Jinchuan shook his head slightly, "Everyone in Border Town knows that Tangpo has been crazy for a long time. No one will blame her for what she said."
Since you knew she was crazy, why did you bring her here?
Song Yanxi frowned and asked, "Your Highness brought me to this scene, hoping that I can cure Tangpo?"
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