The next day, Song Jinxiu asked her to go to the school to pick up Qiu and the others early in the morning.
Although it's not until tomorrow that they have a day off, the parents of the children in the village have come all the way to the capital, and they must be missing their children so much that they can't wait to see them. Let's let them meet earlier.
Also, I am about to set out for an expedition to Southern Xinjiang, and I have some words I want to tell my younger brothers.
Just after breakfast, Qiu and his friends came back. When they saw their mothers, they immediately rushed over, crying "Ahhh".
The joy of reunion once again filled the entire palace.
Song Youyu's wife watched her son grow taller and stronger. She wore the same silk clothes as Song Qiu, with a diamond-shaped headband made of colorful brocade, and followed by two servants, one tall and one short.
She was stunned.
Is this her dark and skinny son?
Could this be some noble young man from the capital pretending to be him?
"mother"
Only when she heard her son's voice did she believe that this was really her son.
At first, although she knew that her son was favored by the young patriarch and was taken to the capital to go to school, she still couldn't help but worry in her heart. She even dreamed more than once that her son had left his hometown and it was not easy to study under the care of others.
Now it seems that the young patriarch doesn't treat his son as a foreigner at all, he is raising him like a young master!
Song Youyu's wife knelt down in front of Song Jinxiu. She didn't say any words of gratitude, but sincerely pulled her son to kowtow three times to Song Jinxiu.
The other wives of Song Youyu felt the same way. After seeing the changes in their sons and seeing how they openly ordered the maids and servants to do things in the mansion, the little worries in their hearts turned into gratitude.
The head of the village looked at the children and said solemnly: "When drinking water, one should remember where the well was dug; when doing things, one should not forget one's roots..."
While the head of the village, Old Fifth, was giving ideological and political education to the children, Song Jinxiu took her younger brothers and sisters to the next door.
The three siblings chatted in private for a while, and then Song Jinxiu told them that she was going to southern Xinjiang.
"What? You want to go to Southern Xinjiang? No, no, absolutely not, my girl, I don't want you to go."
The ones who reacted most strongly were not Xiaoqiu or Xiaojinfang, but the scumbag father who had always followed them closely.
The scumbag dad had a look of horror on his face.
Song Qiu also frowned, "Sister, don't you like me? Why would the emperor send you to southern Xinjiang? Did something happen to my brother?"
Song Jinxiu was stunned.
Xiaoqiu has been eating well and sleeping well for most of the past half of her life, and her little body is no longer the shape of a bean sprout.
The child, who was about seven or eight years old, had protruding front teeth that were about to fall out. It was originally very funny, but his eyes were full of stubborn worry, which softened Song Jinxiu's heart.
She didn't expect the child to be so sensitive. Didn't I protect him well?
How can it be that 뎃纪, who should be carefree, is worried and insecure?
Maybe I'm too busy and always ignore the little one's psychological growth.
She quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, our brother is fine. I heard he has passed away. It's okay for me to go to Southern Xinjiang to take care of my brother."
She glanced at her little sister, who looked nervous and almost crying after hearing what Qiu said.
She smiled and comforted her sister, "I'm really sorry that something happened to my brother. You know, I'm not an ordinary sister. I want to go to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang to see if there is a good way to end this war as soon as possible. Let my brother come back soon."
Then she glared at her scumbag father again and said, "Hold back your tears. My brother is fine, and I will be fine too. My brother and I will come back safe and sound. Who are you crying for?"
snort! Xiaoqiu has no sense of security, it's all because of you, a scumbag father. You are still acting like this now, it's really annoying.
After a series of explanations, she dispelled her brothers and sisters' groundless speculations, and then she began to teach them one by one.
Xiaoqiu wanted to go to school, so she didn't go to Beijing. She was afraid that he would be bullied, so she left behind a team of secret guards.
Song Jinfang is Fang Ziyu's apprentice, and also a disciple of Xuantian Sect. Song Jinxiu directly left baby-faced Bai Yu and scar-faced Bai Ze to protect her, and Guigu Du Niangzi also stayed by her side. In addition to her master Fang Ziyu, her own senior brother Xuan Zhenzi also came to the capital to take charge.
The Prince's Mansion has its own guards, all of whom were awarded by the Emperor according to the rules. So there is no need to worry about the safety of the government.
After all the safety issues at home were arranged, she said:
"Little brother, listen to sister Jinfang at home. I'll leave the house to you. Chuyi will be in charge of the hot pot shop, so you don't have to worry about it. If you are too busy, you can ask aunt Chang for help. If there is anything, please discuss it with uncle. As for mother, you two should also take care of her for me."
She patted her sister's head gently and said, "I'm sorry for making you bear so much at such a young age."
Song Jinfang said quickly: "Sister, you have worked so hard, just leave the work to me, I am very happy to help you."
After talking to her younger brothers and sisters, Song Jinxiu went to her mother and told her that she was going to lead her troops to southern Xinjiang.
Song Sanzhu followed behind crying, and Song Jinxiu couldn't stand it anymore. "Qiu family, why are you following me if you don't stay with your son?"
Song Sanzhu: "What should I do? Qiu and Jinfang, you have already handed them over, but you didn't take care of me. Dad only has you three left to rely on, you can't just ignore me."
Song Jinxiu: "Are you my son?"
Song Sanzhu: "No, girl, I'm your dad."
Song Jinxiu was furious, "You still know that you are my father?"
Song Jinxiu frowned and looked at the confused scumbag father, "Since you know that our father, Qiu Dong and Jin Fang are still young, you should stay at home and take good care of them. When I come back from southern Xinjiang, if I find that they have lost weight, I will hold you accountable."
"Hey! Don't worry, my girls. Daddy promises that they won't lose a pound of weight." Song Sanzhu suddenly became energetic.
Song Jinxiu: This is just a fool.
Song Jinxiu was too lazy to pay attention to him and told Li Chengdao: "Take care of my father. I will leave Youfeng and Youyu here. If there is anything, let them find Zhu Beichen."
"놆."
When the others heard that Song Jinxiu was going to southern Xinjiang to supervise the army, the palace suddenly became noisy like a boiling pot.
Tian Xinghua's eyes were red, and she looked at her helplessly, "Do I have to go?"
Her eldest son went to southern Xinjiang, and she prayed to the south almost every night, hoping that the gods would bless her son to return safely.
Now the eldest daughter wants to go too?
"Don't you say that women can't go to the battlefield?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Yiming is still a female general. Mother, I must go to Southern Xinjiang. I'll ask you, mother and uncle, to take care of Qiu Jinfang."
Tian Xinghua sighed, "You kid, I am your own mother, and it is my job to take care of my children. Why are you asking me for help?"
Song Jinxiu also realized that she had spoken out of turn.
No matter what their parents are like, in Song Jinxiu's heart, the four brothers and sisters are the real family.
Maybe it was because of her fledgling complex, the first thing she saw when she traveled through time was the four brothers and sisters relying on each other for survival.
Even after her mother came, her stepfather joined, and her biological father followed her around, none of these could surpass the bond between the four siblings.
Therefore, when she was going to southern Xinjiang, the first people she wanted to inform were her younger brothers and sisters. The ones I am most worried about are my younger brothers and sisters.
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