Chapter 126 If Line: If Song Jinhe is Reborn (15)
Ten years later, the country changed hands and a new emperor ascended the throne.
The new emperor was still young, and was assisted by the Duke of Wei, the Marquis of Wu'an and the Duke of Zhenguo.
Fifteen-year-old Wei Rong was extremely talented and won three first places in the imperial examinations, becoming a role model for students all over the world.
The new emperor specially appointed Wei Rong, the prince of Wei, as the imperial tutor, and Wei Rong also became the youngest imperial tutor in the history of Dazhao.
The Duke's Mansion of the State of Wei.
Song Jinhe perfunctorily sent away several ladies who came to visit him, and the irritability on his face was almost overflowing.
Jinzhi brought a bowl of chilled mung bean soup.
Seeing this, Song Jinhe shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to drink.
It was the height of summer and cicadas were chirping outside. Although there was an ice basin in the hall, Song Jinhe still felt uncomfortable and sighed deeply.
Jinzhi, who was fanning herself nearby, heard the long sigh and couldn't help but ask, "Madam, you've sighed four times today. Is it because the weather is too hot and your body can't stand the heat?"
Song Jinhe waved her hand. "It's still Zi Yang. He's becoming more and more sullen and withdrawn. I don't know who he resembles."
If it weren't for the fact that she and the child still had a relatively harmonious relationship now, Song Jinhe would have suspected that Zi Yang had become as cold and distant as he was in his previous life.
"It might be the Crown Prince's personality. Didn't he send Madam a set of rouge-glazed teacups a few days ago? I heard that these teacups were fought over by many ladies in the capital, and in the end, the Crown Prince bought them at a high price and sent them to Madam right away."
Song Jinhe knew all this, but seeing her son's temper becoming increasingly cold, she felt a little scared.
"By the way, has the letter Qinghan sent me arrived?"
Jinzhi said, "It has been delivered to the prince's courtyard, but was sent back by the prince's men, who said that these letters do not need to be delivered in the future."
When Song Jinhe heard this, she sat up straight from her half-lying position on the couch, her eyes filled with disbelief, "Did the prince really say that?"
Jinzhi nodded, "It is indeed what the prince said himself."
Song Jinhe took the satin embroidered flower and bird fan from Jinzhi's hand and fanned it continuously.
I remember that when Qinghan left Beijing to visit his relatives in Nanling, he promised to come back as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that he has not returned for ten years.
Three years after leaving Beijing, she received a letter from Qinghan saying that Yunfu had been taken to Lingxi Mountain by her godmother to study medicine and inherit her legacy. She might not be able to return to Beijing for the time being, and she asked her to help look after the properties in the capital.
Although he has not been in Kyoto in recent years, Qinghan still sends a letter back once a month.
At first, Zi Yang was sad for several days when he learned that his sister Afu would not be back in a short time.
Later, his son became a disciple of a hermit master, and studied hard every day, focusing on both martial arts and studies.
Seeing her son staying up late every day, Song Jinhe felt very distressed and asked him to relax a little and not work so hard.
But the answers he got were all that he knew what was going on.
Later, as the years passed, the son who had been laughing and making noises when he was little gradually became cooler in temperament and smiled less often.
The only thing that remains unchanged is that I keep writing letters and look forward to the letters sent from Nanling every month.
In the blink of an eye, ten years passed, and Song Jinhe was not sure whether Yun Fu still remembered her son.
When the child left Beijing, he was very young, only three months old.
But Song Jinhe was sure that his own Zi Yang always remembered the little girl.
But now, his own son actually asked someone to send the letter to him?!
Song Jinhe was puzzled, but then she thought, after ten years of no contact, was her son ready to let go?
I feel a little sad, but there is nothing I can do. Perhaps the two children are not destined to be together in this life.
Sighing heavily once more, Song Jinhe rubbed his swollen and painful temples, "Jinzhi, bring over the letter Qinghan sent."
The child's fate with Yunfu was over, but her friendship with Qinghan would never be broken.
Jinzhi brought the letter.
Song Jinhe opened it and read the contents of the letter.
When he saw the end of the letter, Song Jinhe's pupils trembled and the round fan in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
Jinzhi looked at her wife's terrified face and couldn't help but feel nervous, "Madam, what happened?"
The letter in Song Jinhe's hand was wrinkled from the force he exerted. The shock on his face had turned to surprise. "Qinghan is coming back. He also said that Fufu has already come down the mountain. Calculating the time, she must have arrived in the capital!"
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On the street of Xiyuan in the capital, a short figure, covered in dirt but carrying many bags, squatted in the corner, holding a big bun in his hand and nibbling it in small bites.
He took a bite, then took out another piece of meat and fed it to a skinny little kitten curled up in his clothes.
The little kitten was golden all over and looked like it was just born. It was only the size of a palm, a tiny ball. When it was fed meat, it sniffed it and then curled up again.
Seeing this, the man with a dirty face frowned his delicate eyebrows. The cat was probably too small to eat meat. It seemed that he had to find a place to stay quickly and get some goat milk for the cat.
Thinking of this, Yun Fu quickly finished the big bun in her hand. Just as she was about to get up, a few silver coins suddenly fell in front of her.
Looking at the sudden silver, Yun Fu looked up with confusion on her face.
She saw a young man in luxurious clothes looking at her with pity on his face.
"You can use these to buy something to eat."
Yun Fu looked at the silver coins on the ground, then looked at the young man standing in front of her, and said seriously, "I'm not a beggar."
When Ji Chenghe heard the little beggar speak, his voice was soft, sweet, and he could tell that he was a little girl.
When Ji Chenghe heard the little girl say that she was not a beggar, his face was full of doubts. His face was dirty and his body was covered with thick mud. The color of his clothes could not be seen clearly. Only his clear and clean almond eyes looked sparkling.
However, the bags and bags that this little beggar carried made him look a bit like a beggar, but also a bit unlike one.
"You're not a beggar, so why are you dressed like this? And why are you squatting here?"
Yun Fu stood up and looked down at her clothes. They were dirty. It went without saying that her face was dirty too.
All this is the fault of my third senior brother.
She originally planned to go down the mountain by herself and come to the capital to find Aunt He and Brother Zi Yang who had always lived in her letters, but her godmother was worried and insisted that her third senior brother escort her to the capital.
Along the way, Yun Fu was chased and killed by the enemies provoked by her senior brother. Her senior brother killed her all the way, and she escaped all the way.
Yesterday she encountered a rather difficult killer. In order to help her avoid the killer, her senior brother disguised her and he himself fought with the killer and has not been seen since.
And this dirty look was the disguise given to her by her senior brother, saying that it would make her less eye-catching.
Yun Fu opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain. Finally, she said dryly, "Anyway, I'm not a beggar."
After saying this, he bent down, picked up the silver coins on the ground, handed them to the kind-hearted young man, and added a few words.
"I'm not short of money."
As he said this, he took out a handful of golden melon seeds from his small bag and stuffed them into the hands of the kind young man.
Ji Chenghe looked at the four or five golden melon seeds in his palm, his mouth opened in surprise.
He looked at the dirty little girl in front of him, and then at the golden melon seeds in his hand.
It turns out that he is not a little beggar~
He was wrong.
Yun Fu felt the kitten in her arms nudging her. Seeing that the young master was well-dressed, she thought he should know how to get to the Duke's Mansion.
Just as he was about to ask, a clear voice came from a carriage not far away.
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