Xihe regretted it after he said that.
Is it Song Yu's own business whether to marry or not? Is it her turn as an outsider to give advice? Even though Song Yu cares about her very much because of his status and the relationship with Mr. Jiang, there is still a difference between closeness and distance.
Xihe quickly poured a glass of water and said, "I was outspoken just now, don't be angry, big brother."
"But the border is a bitterly cold place, and the battlefield is even more brutal. Big brother, you must take good care of yourself when you go. Grandpa and I are in the capital and will always be thinking of you."
Song Yu took it, lowered his head to take a sip, and put it down: "I will."
Xihe nodded, and the two of them fell into silence. The sky was filled with red clouds, the yard was reflecting the dusk, and the big tree next to them was full of leaves.
Xihe couldn't help but look up at the person opposite him. His nose was straight and broad, and his face became more handsome.
She was a little dazed. Could it be him?
According to past practice, 009 is usually the person closest to her, so even though she knows Song Yu's past and knows that he is destined to marry and have children, she still can't help but pay attention to him and test him.
But now it seems that it is not the case.
Xihe blinked, smiled, and stood up: "I didn't know that big brother left so early. I haven't prepared anything. I will go and prepare now."
Song Yu nodded: "Okay."
The man's eyelids drooped slightly, and his slightly calloused hands rubbed the rim of the cup.
Xihe stared at him for a while, then smiled, turned and walked into the house without looking back.
The dog was stunned: "What are you laughing at?"
"I just suddenly realized that I have been doing something wrong all this time."
Xihe pushed open the door, pulled open the drawer, and took out the half-sewn amulet: "Er Gouzi, tell me, between me and 009, does he love me more, or do I love him more?"
Gouzi: "...about the same?"
I thought to myself, you are asking me about love, but bah, it’s not a dog!
Xihe threaded the needle, sewing carefully stitch by stitch, her mind clear: "If someone truly loves you, you can't leave, you can't run away, unless he wants to let you go."
"So, I just have to be myself."
She didn't have to work hard to attract him, nor did she have to know his movements at all times. She just had to stand here and he would come to her - this was the confidence 009 gave her.
So, no matter whether this person is Song Yu or not, she doesn't need to worry.
The dim sunset shone through the window, and tiny dust particles floated in the air. Xihe's cheeks flushed slightly, and a wave of sweetness surged in her heart: "I think I like him a little more."
Gouzi: “…”
Just fall in love, why torture a single dog!
On the day of leaving Beijing, Xihe and Old Man Jiang were waiting at the city gate early in the morning with bags. They also met people from the Song Mansion and the General's Mansion, and both sides were filled with people who came to see them off.
When the sun came out, the troops bid farewell to His Majesty and headed out of the city.
Song Yu was dressed in armor, with a long sword at his waist, riding a tall horse in the procession. When Mrs. Song saw him, she immediately covered her mouth and burst into tears. Old Master Jiang waved his hands vigorously: "Big boy! Here, here!"
General Weiyuan took a look and nodded to Song Yu: "Go."
Song Yu dismounted and walked towards the crowd. In an instant, he was surrounded by people from the Song family. He was surrounded by all kinds of caring words. Old Master Jiang tried to squeeze in for a long time but couldn't, so he could only stand on the periphery and watch.
"Song Yu!"
Song Yu turned around, surprised: "Miss Shen?"
Shen Piaopiao was dressed in a dazzling red dress, and her eyes were red: “The battlefield is dangerous, you must take care of yourself.”
Mrs. Song, who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief, was startled for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she looked back and forth between the two of them. Her originally dormant thoughts gradually became restless.
Song Yu bowed and said, "Thank you, Miss Shen, take care too."
Shen Piaopiao looked at him steadily for a long while before nodding and turning away.
Mrs. Song was immediately excited and pulled Song Yu's arm to ask him what was going on. Song Yu frowned and said it was nothing, but Mrs. Song refused to believe it. However, time was pressing, so these things could only be figured out later.
"Mom, I'm going to see Grandpa."
"Ah? Okay, okay."
I watched Song Yu walk out of the crowd and start talking to a short old man in a blue shirt.
The old man had a wrinkled face and patted his son with his skinny hands. Next to him stood Jiang Yue. After not seeing her for a long time, she seemed to have grown up a little. Even her plain light green dress couldn't hide her beauty.
There were many people around, and many young men cast astonished glances at them.
Mrs. Song frowned slightly. It would have been fine if she had been born in a powerful family with such appearance, but now that she has become a commoner, she will inevitably have all kinds of troubles in the future.
Thinking of her son's previous request, she thought to herself that she should be allowed to come to the mansion more often in the future.
Old Master Jiang kept telling Song Yu to take good care of himself in the future, saying that swords on the battlefield are blind and he must save his life. As he spoke, he couldn't help but shed tears: "I raised you with great difficulty. If anything happens to you, how will I live..."
Song Yu's eyes also turned red: "Grandpa, I promise you, nothing will happen to me!"
But how could such a light assurance reassure anyone? Old Master Jiang patted his arm and could not utter another word.
Song Yu looked at Xi He and said, "I have asked my father. If you have any problems in the future, you can go directly to him."
He then motioned for the four attendants standing in the distance to come over. Their lower bodies were stable, and they were obviously martial artists. Song Yu's eyes softened, "From now on, these four will be responsible for your and Grandpa's safety. If there's anything that's inconvenient for them to handle, you can let them do it."
Xihe shook his head: "You take them to the battlefield, Grandpa and I don't want them."
Song Yu smiled and shook her head, letting only a few people follow her. Then she looked at the team that was about to set off, turned her head, and said, "I'm leaving. Take care."
He looked at the two of them seriously for a while, clasped his fists, and resolutely turned and left.
Old Master Jiang and Xihe subconsciously chased after him, but were pushed to the back by the crowd that suddenly rushed over. They watched Song Yu say goodbye to the Song family for the last time, jump on his horse, and with an order, the team slowly left the city gate and headed towards the wide official road outside the city.
The army moved farther and farther away and finally disappeared from sight.
Old Master Jiang sighed, and he seemed to have aged several years. "I wonder if my old bones can hold out until he comes back."
Xihe pursed her lips and looked at the end of the road, saying, "Yes."
About a year later, the enemy invaded and the entire court was in turmoil. The officials might become more and more drunken and dreamless like in their previous life, or they might take the opportunity to revive and usher in a real prosperous era.
Xihe helped the old man turn around and said, "Let's go back."
There was almost no one at the city gate, with only a few villagers waiting in line to enter the city. Suddenly, the curtain of a carriage not far away opened: "Miss Yue'er, would you like a ride?"
Xihe looked up and was stunned for a moment: "Young Master?"
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