"Second Uncle has already made arrangements. In a few days, Song Yu will go to the border with General Weiyuan. The border is geographically unique and cannot produce food and other supplies on its own. It all depends on the capital for distribution. Are you worried about him?"
Xihe pursed her lips and didn't respond.
Song Mo rubbed his folding fan with his fingertips and suddenly said, "Second Aunt has already betrothed the girl from the Shen family and will come to ask for her hand in marriage on a chosen day."
Xihe subconsciously looked up: "What?"
Song Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her without saying anything.
Xihe: “…”
Blinking for a while, he looked away as if nothing had happened: "Really? Miss Shen, I have seen her before. She is very heroic and different from the ordinary ladies in the boudoir. She has a good family background and Mrs. Shen has good taste."
Song Mo's gaze moved down to her sleeves, which she unconsciously clenched tightly.
In late spring, the flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom and the plants are neatly trimmed. The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves. The girl opposite is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and her beauty cannot be concealed even in a plain blue shirt.
Song Mo suddenly smiled: "Second Aunt has excellent taste."
"She has waited for a son for most of her life, so naturally she wants to give him the best things in the world. If it weren't for the current emperor's inability, I think Princess Shang would have thought about it."
"Sister Yue'er, you've been by her side for so many years, you should know best."
Xihe nodded: "I understand."
Song Mo raised his hand and handed over a cup of cold tea: "Cool off the heat."
Xi He was speechless. Was this a sign for her not to get angry? Xi He took the drink and swallowed it, then stood up and strode towards the door. "Okay, I'm leaving now. I'll come back tomorrow."
Behind him, Song Mo sat in a wheelchair, smiling without saying a word.
Xiaowu: “…”
Hesitantly, he stepped closer to his master and looked at him carefully: "Master, you..."
Song Mo closed his eyes and said, "Make some arrangements and have Lao He and the others come to see me."
That night, several sneaky people entered the courtyard and stayed there for more than two hours before leaving avoiding the crowd.
The next day, the military rations that had been withheld for a long time were finally approved and sent to the border on a chosen day.
Xihe was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but look across.
The man sat back on the couch, his legs densely covered with silver needles, his eyes tightly closed, beads of sweat continuously appearing on his forehead, and veins bulging on his hand holding the folding fan.
Xihe pursed her lips and said softly, "Thank you."
Song Mo opened his eyes, his face showing pain: "If Yue'er really wants to thank me, then please stop the pain for me. Hiss, I didn't expect it to hurt so much~"
Xihe burst out laughing and said happily: "Isn't this what you asked for?"
Song Mo suddenly felt hopeless: "Yue'er, please forgive me."
At first, there was no reaction no matter how I tried, but later I gradually felt a fine and light numbness.
He hadn't felt this kind of pain for a long time. At first he enjoyed it immensely, but later the feeling became more and more distinct. Song Mo:...Forget it, he still wanted to be more comfortable.
Xihe held back her laughter and took out the silver needle, and Song Mo immediately showed a relieved expression.
Despite this, Xihe was completely relieved. At least Song Yu's chances of winning were higher. She did not thank him again, but silently decided to work harder so that Song Mo could stand up earlier.
Song Mo looked at her and suddenly said, "I've decided to follow your idea."
Xihe was surprised: "What idea?"
Song Mo raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the imperial palace, then said, "But we can't rush it. We have to wait until next year at least."
Xihe blinked, not understanding why he suddenly changed his mind.
Song Mo smiled, and instantly his face was as bright as a blooming flower: "I've thought about it and I think you're right. There are troubles everywhere now, and there are too many things to do. His existence is too much of a hindrance."
Xihe was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Perhaps the emperor, who was above millions of people, could never have imagined that some people would find him too much of a nuisance, so they decided to get rid of him and make room for the crown prince.
In an instant, the two reached a consensus.
evening,
Xihe left, and Song Mo walked her to the door: "Xiaowu, please help me see Yue'er off."
Xihe waved her hand and said no, but Xiaowu obeyed her master and took the snack box from the maid and stood behind her. Xihe had no choice but to wave her hand and indicate to come again tomorrow.
When he returned home, Xihe still had a smile on his face.
Old Master Jiang was lying leisurely in a rocking chair. When he saw her come in with cakes from Mingyue Tower, he exclaimed, "Where did you find the money?"
After putting the cakes on the table, Xihe walked into the room and said casually, "I found it at the door."
After combing her hair and changing her clothes, she left the room and found another person in the yard. Her eyes lit up and she walked over quickly: "Brother? Why are you here?"
Song Yu has been very busy recently and hasn't been here for several days.
Old Master Jiang ate one crystal cake after another. "He's leaving in two days. He came to say goodbye. Well, if you ask me, why are you fighting so hard when you don't have to worry about food and clothing? Is that war so easy to win? What if he breaks an arm or a leg... Ugh, my dear grandson will never be in any danger!"
In an instant, the pastry in my mouth no longer tasted fragrant.
Xihe looked at Song Yu, who nodded and said, "We'll set off in three days."
Xihe was surprised: "So fast!"
This, this, this, she hasn’t prepared many things!
Song Yu consoled him, "Originally we had to wait another half month, but the food and fodder have already arrived, so General Weiyuan decided to set out early and escort the food and fodder at the same time."
In fact, General Weiyuan should have left long ago. Firstly, there was a shortage of food and grass, and secondly, he was under pressure from His Majesty.
Everything was ready at this point, so he naturally didn't want to wait any longer. He just wanted to return to the military camp without stopping. What was so good about staying in this capital city? It was not as comfortable as the frontier.
Xihe was anxious: "But..."
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