Song Yu: "..."
He lowered his head to glance at Xihe, then strode forward again: "Don't joke, young lady. My family is poor, and I don't have any relatives from a wealthy family. I'm afraid you've made a mistake."
Xihe was anxious: "Really, really, you and my mother really look exactly like each other. If you don't believe me, let's go back to the mansion to verify it."
"With these eyebrows, these eyes, these outlines, no one else looks as much like my mother."
Xihe came forward and said, "Who knows, which relative of mine are you?"
Song Yu felt that something was wrong. He was afraid that this girl would rely on him.
The mountains were covered with snow, and every step made a "crunching" sound. Xihe held up her skirt, swaying with every step she took, and kept talking to herself.
After walking for about ten minutes, we finally saw a wooden house hidden in the woods.
The wooden house was simple and low, surrounded by towering pine trees. When the wind blew, snow fell down. A big wolfhound came running over, barking, and wagged its tail affectionately at Song Yu.
Xihe's eyes widened: "Is this your dog?"
Song Yu walked around the wolfhounds, carried the wolves on his back and walked to the front of the house. He threw them onto the wooden table in the yard with a bang. "Afu is fierce. Girl, don't get too close to him."
He boiled water, heated the pot, and handed a piece of bread to Xihe: "Eat it."
Xihe took it obediently, sat on the stool and started eating.
The yellow multi-grain cake had coarse grains and was very harsh on the throat. It was difficult to swallow. Xihe rolled his eyes as he choked and quickly went to drink some water.
Song Yu turned his head to take a look, then lowered his head to continue collecting the prey.
A dozen wild wolves, each strike deadly.
Xihe squinted his eyes while eating. Song Yu's martial arts skills were undoubtedly very powerful.
Even without the help of the Song clan, he still learned a lot of skills through self-study. This time, he should have used them on the battlefield, but he never expected to be trapped in the capital by a woman, and ended up with his country and family destroyed.
After all, two fists cannot beat four hands. If he had the opportunity to leave the capital, the Kingdom of Yue might not have perished.
However, the person using this body now is her.
She didn't ask for much, just to live a peaceful life. She thought that if there were no conflicts, everyone should be able to live in peace.
Song Yu was quick and agile, and soon he had skinned the wolves and hung them out to dry.
The complete fur was hung on a hemp rope in the yard, and it froze stiff in an instant when the snowy wind blew.
He closed the door and walked up to Xihe: "I'll take you down the mountain."
Still wearing the same tattered linen clothes, with a hatchet tucked at his waist, the tall and strong man stood in front of her. If it weren't for his handsome face, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was a country bumpkin.
Xihe clapped his hands and stood up: "Okay."
The days are shorter in winter, and it was already afternoon as the sun was setting. The snowy forest was silent except for the sound of their footsteps.
It is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. After falling several times, Xihe finally chose to shut up.
She held onto the trees and grass paths and carefully moved down the mountain. If she accidentally fell, Song Yu would stop and look back at her. When she got up, he would turn around and continue on his way, so indifferent.
Xihe comforted herself that the person had been found anyway, and the next step was for her to leave the house and start her own business.
The sun sets until night falls.
In the distance came the sounds of people and dogs barking, and torches shone in the mountains, each one calling her name: "Miss, Miss, where are you?"
If you listen carefully, you can also hear the voice of a maid.
Xihe was surprised: "It's Xue'er. Sir, let's go over there quickly."
"Miss, Miss."
"I'm here."
The maid Xue'er rushed over and looked at Xihe carefully. Seeing that she was fine, her eyes suddenly turned red: "Miss, why did you go out alone again?"
Xihe comforted: "Okay, okay, don't cry, I'm fine, right?"
Turning around: "Luckily I met someone today... Hey, where is he?"
The shadows of the trees in the mountains swayed, and it was pitch black, but there was no sign of the man.
The maid was surprised: "Miss, what did you say?"
Xihe blinked his eyes. "I was walking in the mountains today and met someone who looked very similar to my mother. He was the one who saved me. I never thought that he would be gone."
The maidservant didn't care: "Okay, okay, Miss, let's go home quickly. Look at you, your clothes are all wet."
The group went down the mountain.
The Song family villa suddenly became bustling with activity again. Everyone started working, boiling water and cooking. The eldest son of the Song family next door also sent someone to inquire about her and asked her to have a good rest.
Now that he had found the person, Xihe was no longer in a hurry.
Before coming, she gave the reason of enjoying the snow and the scenery. The next day, she took her maid to take a good look around the area and even bumped into Young Master Song.
It was snowing heavily, and he was still waving a folding fan in his hand.
He was a handsome young man with a romantic life that was out of touch with the world. His eyes were extremely indifferent and he only nodded to Xihe when they met.
The moment we passed each other, only the fragrance lingered.
As the man walked away, Xihe looked back. The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with snow-capped mountains in the distance, and two servants in black following behind him.
Xihe pondered, realizing that he had never seen this person in his previous life.
The three eldest masters of the Song family all had a good relationship with each other, and their children were quite close and visited each other from time to time, but there had not been much news about this eldest son, and he never returned to Beijing throughout his life.
This time...why?
After staying in the courtyard for a few days, someone from the government came to inquire about Xihe, so Xihe went back home.
As soon as I went out, I saw Young Master Song’s carriage outside the courtyard.
Xue'er asked quickly: "But are we going back home?"
The attendant said, "That's right."
The carriages set off, one in front and one behind, leaving two winding and deep tracks in the snow, heading towards the city.
The noise came, and I opened the car curtain, and saw a bustling scene outside the window.
Soon the car passed through the busy streets, turned into Wutong Lane, and stopped in front of the Censor-in-Chief's Mansion and the Song Mansion.
The servant opened the door to welcome the guests.
The Censorate's Mansion naturally knew that it was their young lady who had returned, but the Song Mansion was bewildered, not knowing why she had come.
Xihe scolded with a smile: "Why don't you hurry over to pick up your eldest son?"
The servants subconsciously looked at the young man in the wheelchair, with his thin eyebrows and long eyes, and felt vaguely familiar with him. Some of the smart ones had already sent someone to invite their master.
Mrs. Song was drinking tea with her sisters-in-law in the house. When she heard the news, the cup in her hand immediately fell to the ground.
With a bang, tea splashed everywhere.
Mrs. Song was surprised: "Sister-in-law?"
Mrs. Song didn't bother to explain in detail and strode out the door, her back hurried and her steps messy.
When she reached the door and saw the young man, her eyes suddenly turned red.
"Da Lang!"
"Damn, Dalang!"
He rushed forward, but stopped abruptly, his hands shaking, not knowing how to start, his face full of tears.
Next, the three mansions of the Song family were bustling with activity.
The eldest lady was crying and laughing, and Mr. Song, who hurried back, also had tears in his eyes. The concubines in the three mansions of the Song family gave birth to many children, but the direct lineage was extremely weak.
The ancients valued their legitimate grandchildren the most, so you can imagine how excited the Song family was.
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