Chapter 864 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 6

Song Yu: "..."

Looking down at Xihe, he strode forward again: "Girl, don't be joking, the boy's family is poor, and he doesn't have any relatives from high-ranking families. I'm afraid you may be mistaken."

Xihe was anxious: "Really, you and my mother really look exactly the same. If you don't believe me, let's go back to the house and testify."

"The eyebrows, the eyes, the outline, no one else is so similar to my mother."

Xihe leaned forward: "You may not be sure, which relative of my family are you?"

Song Yu felt that something was wrong, the girl was afraid that she would rely on him.

The snow covered the mountains, and there was a "creaking" sound every step of the way. Xihe held up the hem of her skirt, walked three times, and kept talking non-stop.

After walking for about ten minutes, he finally saw a wooden house hidden in the forest.

The wooden house was simple and low, surrounded by towering pine trees. When the wind blew, the snow fell rustlingly, and a big wolf dog ran over barking, clinging to Song Yu and wagging its tail affectionately.

Xihe's eyes widened: "Is this your dog?"

Song Yu bypassed the wolf dogs, walked to the front of the house with the pack of wolves on his back, threw it on the wooden table in the yard, and said with a 'bang': "Ah Fu is fierce, girl, don't get too close to it."

Boil water, heat up a pan, and hand a piece of pancake to Xihe: "Eat."

Xihe took it obediently, and sat on the stool to eat.

The yellow miscellaneous grain cake has rough particles, and it is especially hard to swallow when swallowed. Xihe choked and rolled her eyes, and hurried to drink water.

Song Yu turned his head to take a look, then lowered his head and continued to pack his prey.

More than a dozen wild wolves were deadly.

Xihe ate with squinted eyes, Song Yu's martial arts was undoubtedly high-strength.

Even without the great help of the members of the Song clan, he still learned his skills by self-study. This time it should be used on the battlefield, but I never thought that I would be trapped in the capital by a woman and end up with the ruin of the country and family.

After all, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, but if he has the opportunity to go out of Beijing, the Yue Kingdom may not have to perish.

However, the person who uses this body now is her.

She doesn't ask much, just live this life in peace, and presumably, if there are no conflicts, everyone should live in peace.

Song Yu was nimble and quick to skin the wolves and dry them in the sun.

The complete fur was hanging on the hemp rope in the yard, and when the snow wind blew, it froze instantly.

He closed the door and walked up to Xihe: "I'll take you down the mountain."

Still wearing the old sackcloth, with the hatchet pinned to his waist, a tall man standing in front of her, if not for his handsome face, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a villager.

Xihe clapped her hands and stood up: "Okay."

The days are short in winter, and it is already afternoon when the sun is setting to the west, and there is no sound in the snowy forest, except for the sound of the footsteps of the two walking.

It was easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down. After falling down a few times, Xihe finally chose to shut up.

She held on to the trees and grass path and moved down the hill carefully. If she accidentally fell down, Song Yu would stop and look back at her. When she got up, she turned her head and continued on her way, indifferently.

Xihe comforted herself, anyway, the person has been found, and the next thing is for her to leave the house and set up her own family.

The sun slanted westward until night fell.

In the distance came the sound of people barking and dogs, and the torches were shining in the mountains, calling her name every sound: "Miss, miss, where are you?"

Listen carefully, there is also the voice of the maid.

Xihe was pleasantly surprised: "It's Xue'er. Young master, let's go there quickly."

"Miss, miss."

"I'm here."

The maid Xue'er rushed forward and looked at Xihe carefully. Seeing that she was safe and sound, her eyes turned red immediately: "Miss, why did you go out alone again?"

Xihe comforted: "Okay, okay, don't cry, am I okay?"

Turning his head: "Fortunately, I met a...hey, where is he?"

The shadows of the trees in the mountain were swaying, and it was dark, but there was no figure of the man.

The servant girl was surprised: "Miss, what did you say?"

Xihe blinked her eyes: "I was walking in the mountains today, and I met a person who looked very similar to my mother. He was the one who saved me. I never thought that the person would leave."

The maid didn't care: "Okay, miss, let's go home quickly. Look at you, your clothes are all soaked."

A group of people went down the mountain.

The Song family courtyard was in full swing again, everyone was moving, boiling water and cooking, and the eldest son Song next door also sent someone to inquire, so that she could have a good rest.

Now that the person has been found, Xihe is not in a hurry.

Before coming, the reason she gave was to appreciate the snow and the scenery, and the next day, she took the maid to browse around the neighborhood, and bumped into Mr. Song once.

On a snowy day, he still held a folding fan in his hand.

Mr. Pianpianjia, with a handsome appearance, has lived a romantic life outside the world, with a pair of eyes that are extremely indifferent, and seeing Xihe is only the jaw.

The moment they passed each other, only the fragrance curled up.

As he walked away, Xihe looked back. The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with snow-capped mountains in the distance, and two attendants in black followed him.

Xihe pondered, she had never seen this person in her previous life.

The relationship between the three elders of the Song Mansion is good, and the children in the family are fairly close, and they have contacts from time to time, but there is not much news about this eldest son since he came, and he never returned to Beijing throughout his life.

This time... why?

After staying in the courtyard for a few days, the mansion sent people to inquire, and Xihe went back to the mansion along the way.

As soon as he went out, he saw Mr. Song's chariot and horses outside the courtyard.

Xueer quickly asked: "But you want to go back home?"

The attendant said, "Exactly."

The car set off, and the two carriages, one in front and one in the back, left two deep winding traces in the snow and headed towards the city.

The noise came, the curtain was lifted, and there was a lot of excitement outside the window.

Not long after, the car passed through the busy street, turned into Wutong Lane, and stopped in front of Yushi Zhongcheng's Mansion and Song Mansion.

The servant opened the door to welcome people.

Yushi Zhongcheng's mansion naturally knew that his young lady had returned, but Song's mansion looked bewildered, not knowing what it was.

Xihe scolded with a smile: "Why don't you hurry up and pick up your eldest son?"

The servant subconsciously looked at the young master in the wheelchair, with slender eyebrows and long eyes, vaguely feeling a little familiar, and someone who was astute had already sent someone to invite his master.

Mrs. Song was drinking tea with her sister-in-law in the mansion, when she heard the news, she immediately dropped the cup in her hand and hit the ground.

With a bang, the tea splashed everywhere.

Mrs. Song was surprised: "Sister-in-law?"

Mrs. Song didn't bother to elaborate, and rushed out the door with big strides, her back hurried and her steps messy.

Walking to the door, the moment he saw the young man, his eyes turned red.

"Da Lang!"

"Mother Dalang!"

He rushed forward, but stopped abruptly, shaking his hands, not knowing what to do, tears streaming down his face.

Next, the Song family's three residences were extremely lively.

The eldest lady was crying and laughing, the eyes of Uncle Song who came back in a hurry were also red, the concubines of the three concubines of the Song family gave birth to one litter after another, but the lineage was extremely thin.

The ancients valued grandchildren the most, so one can imagine the excitement of the Song family.