Chapter 541 Hao Ting, Daddy is Here
The queen glanced at Zhuang Zihan's back and said nothing.
This noble lady Zhuang was spoiled by her mother's family, which is why she is so ignorant of the immensity of the world.
She has a father who is a prime minister, but for any concubine with a high position in the palace, whose father or brother does not have a certain status in the court?
If you still don't know how to restrain yourself, you will fall into trouble in the palace sooner or later.
However, she had no relationship with Concubine Zhuang, so naturally she was not so kind as to remind her.
Concubine Rong didn't say a word from beginning to end.
His eyes swept back and forth between Li Xi'an and Xu Haoting who was in his arms, with a hint of confusion on his face.
If she didn't know that Xu Haoting was the eldest son of the Xu family, she would have thought that they were brothers.
From a certain angle they do look somewhat similar.
When she came to the capital with her parents, the late queen had already become the prince's consort, and she did not have the chance to meet him. When she entered the harem, the late queen was already bedridden.
So we don’t know what the late queen looked like.
After this interlude ended, Song Yuntang bowed to everyone.
"Your Majesty, the ladies and the princes are all here to take a hot spring bath at Wangxu Villa, right? I happen to be free right now, so how about I serve as your guide?"
Seeing that Li Junyao showed no sign of disgust, the queen nodded.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, County Lord."
"You're welcome, my lady."
Song Yuntang made a gesture to invite people outside the pavilion.
"Dear guests, please."
After saying that, he winked at Xia Ning, asking her to take care of Hao Ting, and he took Jinshu to the villa.
In addition to the medicinal spring, the villa also has special cakes, snacks, scented tea, milk tea, and various fruit wines. In addition, there are chefs introduced from Mingyue Tower.
Soaking in the hot spring while drinking fruit wine and milk tea, after relieving all your fatigue, coming out of the medicinal spring and enjoying the delicious food in the villa, it is so comfortable.
If there is enough time, there are houses and corridors in the middle of each hot spring for guests to have fun, guessing riddles, pitching pots, passing flowers to the beat of drums, shadow puppetry, massage and trickle bathing.
A Cuju field and a horse farm are being built in the back mountain.
Fireworks are also set off during festivals.
Since the shop is opening today, fireworks will naturally be set off.
Many people waited from day to night for this fireworks display.
After Xu Qingye finished his work at the Hanlin Academy, he returned home and saw that Song Yuntang had not returned yet, so he rode to Wangxu Villa.
It was getting dark when he arrived.
I walked up the mountain along the stone steps illuminated by lanterns on both sides. When I stepped on the last step, fireworks suddenly burst above my head.
The man smiled knowingly, looked around, and finally stopped in one direction.
His eyes reflected the image of a woman with pink and white camellia flowers on her temples, who was holding her son and pointing excitedly at the fireworks blooming in the sky.
The child clapped and laughed, and his laughter was very pleasant to the ear.
Inadvertently, Song Yuntang looked in the direction of Xu Qingye, and when he saw him, there was joy in his eyes.
She whispered in her son's ear, "Haoting, Daddy is here."
Xiao Haoting looked back, quickly slid off Song Yuntang, and stumbled towards Xu Qingye with his arms open.
"Daddy."
Xu Qingye squatted down, took him in his arms, and walked towards his wife.
At this moment, the last firework bloomed in the sky.
Song Yuntang withdrew his gaze, and although there was fatigue in his eyes, they were still clear.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here to take you and Hao Ting home." He held Hao Ting in one hand and took her hand with the other, "Can we go now?"
"good."
Song Yuntang nodded and walked down the mountain with Xu Qingye.
…
Since the war broke out in the west, Xu Wencheng hasn't written home for several months.
It’s already the twelfth lunar month.
That day, Jinshu hurried to the main hall with the letter.
"Madam, the Second Master has sent a letter."
Song Yuntang took the letter she handed over and seeing that there was no special indication of who was opening the envelope, he opened the envelope in front of Xu Yongwang's Jiang.
Jiang was extremely worried as she hadn't heard from her second son for such a long time.
She picked up Hao Ting from the ground.
"Tang'er, what did Wencheng say?"
Song Yuntang smiled faintly, "He said that he has made many contributions recently and has been promoted to Lieutenant General by the General of Zhenxi. In addition, the sweet potatoes planted at the beginning of the year have a bumper harvest in the Western Region. The yield is very considerable, which can fully support hundreds of thousands of soldiers at the border until next spring."
Jiang heaved a sigh of relief.
"That's good. With food, we can fill our stomachs and have the strength to fight." Then he asked, "Is there anything else?"
Song Yuntang shook his head and handed the letter to her.
"There's nothing else. Mother can take a look. The handwriting is indeed Wencheng's."
Xu Yongwang stepped forward and took the letter from Song Yuntang. Although he missed her in his heart, he was unforgiving in his words.
"Only that brat can write such a poor handwriting. Others can't imitate it even if they want to."
But as long as the war continues, they, as parents, will be worried.
In the evening, Xu Qingye returned home with a slightly solemn look on his face.
Seeing this, Song Yuntang asked hurriedly, "But what happened?"
Xu Qingye, who was sitting next to the low table, glanced in her direction and held her hand.
"Wencheng was seriously injured and almost died. The defense of the western border is difficult. The reinforcements from the northern border have been repeatedly delayed by King Heng. Three months have passed and they have still not arrived. The situation is not optimistic."
Song Yuntang was puzzled.
"What does this King Heng want to do? Rebellion?"
According to the normal marching speed, it would take three months to travel from the northern border to the western border.
He hasn't arrived yet, who knows what bad tricks he might be planning.
Xu Qingye didn't say anything, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.
Song Yuntang continued, "No wonder Wencheng didn't write home for the past few months. He wrote today, but he didn't mention his injury. He only said that he had made contributions and was promoted to Lieutenant General by the General of Zhenxi. He also said that there was a bumper harvest of sweet potatoes in the western border, which would be enough for the soldiers on the border to survive the next winter."
Xu Qingye hummed.
"Don't tell my parents about Wencheng's injury first, so as not to worry them."
Song Yuntang nodded, "I don't know if the medicine I gave him before is enough. I will make some more tomorrow and have someone send it to the Western Territory as quickly as possible."
A few days ago, in order to make fireworks, we asked someone to transport some saltpeter from a farm in Cile Town.
If I were to configure explosives, I wouldn't know how to adjust the proportions.
Winning more with less is the most convenient way.
…
On the second day, Song Yuntang was making medicine at home when Fan Chihai came.
"Princess Le'an, His Majesty has asked me to come here and ask you to come into the palace."
"Enter the palace?" Song Yuntang took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it in Fan Chihai's hand. "Eunuch, do you know why His Majesty wants to see me?"
Fan Chihai leaned close to her ear.
"It's related to the sweet potatoes grown in the West."
Song Yuntang understood, and asked Fan Chihai to wait for her for a while. She changed her clothes, took a set of drawings, and followed him into the palace.
Today I still met the emperor in the imperial study.
Li Junyao sat behind the desk and looked up at her.
"Princess Le'an, I heard that the sweet potatoes planted by the soldiers in the Western Regions were provided by you at the beginning of the year?"
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