The dark clouds dispersed and the white moonlight came down.
Xihe rested his arms behind his head and chatted with Song Yu casually: "Did something happen? It seems that you are in a bad mood today."
Her sudden question left Song Yu confused.
After a long pause, he said, "My father talked to me today. He wanted me to join the military camp."
"So what do you think?"
"I……"
Xi He turned around and saw the hesitation on his face in the moonlight. She laughed, "Are you worried about me and Grandpa? There's nothing to worry about. The capital has always been peaceful. Besides, even if something happened, it would be the business of those big shots. What does it have to do with ordinary people like us?"
"Defending my country, expelling the Tartars, and becoming a hero admired by everyone, how wonderful it would be."
Song Yu pursed his lips, not really relieved by her words of comfort.
Yes, how could he feel at ease?
One is an old man half buried in the ground, and the other is a young woman waiting to be married. The Song family still treats them indifferently, and the frontier is thousands of miles away from the capital.
Song Yu couldn't imagine how desperate they would be if they encountered trouble and had no one to turn to for help.
Song Yu was completely caught in a dilemma at this time.
He could clearly see that Madam Song really didn't care about Yue'er. She was now completely focused on finding him a wife that suited his taste. She was busy at various banquets all day long, and recently even went to the General's Mansion.
As for Lord Song, he always thought that these were women's affairs and would not care unless they were brought to his attention.
Xihe blinked, wondering whether she should reveal her martial arts skills so that he would stop worrying. But before she could say anything, Song Yu smiled and patted her head: "Don't worry, Yue'er, I will think carefully about what to do."
Since there is a problem, just solve it. There is no point in thinking too much.
He stood up and extended his hand towards Xihe: "Miss Yue'er, can we go back to the house now?"
Xihe was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Song Yu to be able to joke, he immediately laughed, slapped his hand, stood up and ran towards the ladder, scaring Song Yu so much that he kept shouting "be careful" after him.
The next day,
Old Master Jiang also knew that Song Yu was going to join the military camp.
He frowned fiercely, extremely dissatisfied: "Has Lord Song lost his mind? He has a rich family and a great fortune, yet he actually lets his eldest son go to the military camp and fight for his life! No, I don't agree! You are not allowed to go!"
Xihe lowered his head and ate his meal without saying a word.
Old Master Jiang slapped her on the back and said, "Eat quickly. After you finish eating, go call your brother. I have to explain everything to him!"
Xihe almost spit out a mouthful of rice, glared at Old Man Jiang with resentment, quickly finished his meal, and then went out.
Of course, she was not going to look for Song Yu, but turned around and went into a small courtyard on the next street.
Boom boom boom,
"Miss Yue'er, you're here? Please come in."
Xiao Wu opened the door attentively. "My master is already waiting inside. I've bought all the needles and the medicine on the prescription. What do you think is a good time to start?"
Xihe threw the cloth bag in his hand over: "Boil this medicine."
Although the courtyard is small, it has everything. There are three or four doctors, and the maids and servants who come and go are all nimble. Xihe walked through the courtyard and entered the master bedroom, and was immediately hit by a wave of heat.
The room was surrounded by thick curtains, making it airtight, with a large medicine barrel in the middle.
Song Mo opened his eyes, his lips pale and his expression tired: "Sister Yue'er, I'm going to trouble you from now on. If you have anything, just tell Xiaowu directly."
Xihe hummed, reaching into the bucket: "The water isn't warm enough, add some more."
The doctors looked at each other in bewilderment. Xiao Wu quickly patted the servant next to him and urged, "Hurry up, boil some more water!"
Song Mo looked at Xi He and suddenly blinked: "Sister Yue'er, does this mean that you have seen through my innocence?"
Xihe glanced at him, opened the silver needle on the table to check, and said casually: "You can choose not to treat it."
Song Mo: “…”
The question of "Should you be responsible for me?" died in the womb.
Song Mo closed his eyes and leaned against the medicine barrel, sweat breaking out on his forehead. "When the news of the crown prince's recovery reached the palace, several princes were extremely excited and begged Your Majesty to visit him. As a result, the crown prince caught a cold that day and has had a high fever for the past few days."
Xihe paused in examining the needle, and after a moment, he sneered, "Useless!"
So many people can't even protect one person, what are they if not useless? The prince is unlucky to have encountered such a group of people.
Song Mo laughed, but it would have been fine if he hadn't laughed. As soon as he laughed he started coughing: "Cough cough cough, Yue'er is right, he is indeed a waste." He then asked Xihe what he was going to do?
Xihe turned around and asked, "What was your original plan?"
Song Mo was stuck for a moment, his eyes drifting left and right: "This, I kind of forgot... Yue'er, I'll follow you, whatever you say, I'll do it!"
Xihe glanced at him with a half-smile, and Song Mo smiled.
Xihe was speechless for a moment, and said unhappily, "See if he's dead? If he's dead, forget it. If he's not dead, give him another chance."
Song Mo immediately said, "Then I'll ask Xiao Wu to arrange for you to go later?"
Xihe frowned immediately and looked at him suspiciously: "You care so much about the prince? What is your relationship?" Could it be some kind of py deal?
Song Mo: "He is the cousin of my junior brother's cousin's cousin's brother's cousin."
Xihe: "...What a mess! Hurry up, time's up. Shut up and lie still. I'm going to start the acupuncture."
The silver needles were extremely thick. Song Mo's face suddenly turned green. He swallowed hard and looked at Xi He pitifully: "Yue'er, you can't take this opportunity to take revenge~"
Xiao Wu stepped forward, pulled Song Mo out of the water and put him on the bed.
Holding his limbs, she said sincerely on her honest face, "Master, don't worry, Miss Yue'er is not that kind of person."
Song Mo: “…”
No, he thought she was!
…
After about two hours, when the acupuncture was finished, everyone felt as if they had been fished out of water. Song Mo even lay on the bed and didn't want to move a finger, and he didn't want to recall the treatment process at all.
Xihe asked him how he felt?
Song Mo turned his head, glanced at her, and uttered four words: "Life is worse than death!"
Xihe chuckled, wiped the sweat off his face, then stood up and walked towards the door: "That's it, I'll come back in a few days. If you feel unwell, let Xiaowu come to Wutong Lane to find me."
He opened the door, turned around and smiled: "Have a good rest."
Song Mo opened his mouth and was about to say, "You should have a good rest too," when the door slammed shut in front of him.
Song Mo: “…”
The next evening,
As soon as Mr. Jiang lay down, Xihe sneaked out the door.
Xiaowu drove the carriage through the city gate and headed towards Xiangguo Temple outside the city.
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