Chapter 885 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 27
Xihe stopped playing with Heizi's hand, and looked up: "What did you say?"
Song Mo leaned forward, with a clean and handsome face: "Did I guess wrong, Yue'er wants to show her differences in front of the world?"
Xihe raised her eyebrows: "Why not?"
Song Mo stared at her eyes, while Xihe didn't move her eyes, letting him scrutinize her.
Suddenly there was a chuckle.
Song Mo stepped back and leaned back on the chair, shaking his head: "It's not that bad, but I thought Yue'er was going to control the overall situation behind the scenes, so I wanted to recommend myself as a pawn. But if that's the case, then..."
Xihe tapped the table with her fingertips: "Huh?"
Song Mo burst out laughing and slapped the table with a smile, Xihe just looked at him indifferently, Song Mo coughed lightly, and finally stopped: "It's nothing, I will follow whatever Yue'er chooses."
Xihe:? ? ?
Song Mo propped his chin and sighed: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomore
Xihe: ...
Ignoring the man who had a sudden convulsion, Xihe turned around and left when he got the news he wanted. Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to give Song Mo the prepared prescription, and told him to soak it first, and then start the injection in a few days .
Holding the list, Xiao Wu felt as if he had found a treasure: "Master, this subordinate is going to dispense the medicine now!"
Song Mo waved his hand, Xiao Wu immediately ran away and disappeared, and he ordered: "Send two people to Wutong Lane to guard."
The subordinate in black immediately bowed his hands and said yes.
The Song Mansion is connected to the three mansions, and when Xihe returned to the small garden, he saw a group of brightly dressed girls laughing at each other from a distance.
The young lady of the eldest room and the daughter-in-law of the third room have all come, and the maids and mother-in-law are guarding around.
Fruits, snacks, a large table was filled, and even the flowers in the greenhouse were carried and placed around for decoration. The ladies jingled their rings and smiled coquettishly.
Xihe glanced at her, then turned around and left the Song Mansion.
At dinner, the family was having dinner in the living room. Mrs. Song talked about Miss Shen's visit today, and casually mentioned Xihe: "I didn't tell me before I left, this girl is getting more and more unruly."
Song Yu looked up in surprise: "Yue'er is here?"
Mrs. Song responded casually, and then smiled and said: "Ms. Shen remembers her kindness and comes to visit me from time to time. Don't be stupid. It's okay to get close to her brothers. This relationship can only be achieved by coming and going. more intimate."
This is the case in Beijing and China. The more contacts there are, the closer the relationship will be.
To put it bluntly, the Song Mansion is just a censor, and it is not at the same level as the General's Mansion, which holds a large army. Now that Miss Shen's family is taking the initiative to make friends, it is natural to seize this opportunity.
Master Song also said: "General Shen has been stationed in the frontier for many years, and most of the children of the Shen family have joined the army, so it is right to have more contacts."
Song Yu is not stupid, thinking of the turmoil in Beijing these two days, he immediately understood what Master Song meant.
Sure enough, when he entered the study after dinner, Mr. Song made it clear:
"You have practiced martial arts since childhood, and your archery skills are superb. The imperial examination is not suitable for you. After thinking about it for your father, the only way is to join the army."
"My son, what do you think?"
how to think? Mr. Song has been an official for more than ten years, so his thoughts and considerations are naturally more thoughtful than that of a young boy. Moreover, Song Yu also knows that it is suitable for him, but in fact he can only do it by practicing martial arts.
Most of the officials' children start enlightenment as soon as they can speak.
After that, he went through more than ten years of hard study in the cold window, taught by the great Confucianists of the time, and after the scientific examination, even the official career was looked after by the elders.
He wasted too much time after all.
Song Yu leaned over: "The children listen to their father."
Lord Song stroked his beard and smiled, with a look of relief on his face: "My son, don't worry, my father also has a few comrades in the army. With your martial arts skills, it is not difficult to get ahead."
It was already midnight when I left the study.
The attendant hurried forward and put a robe on him: "My lord, Madam ordered the servant girl to cook hot soup for you. It's still hot on the stove. Would you like to drink it?"
Song Yu raised his head to look at the sky, and the cloud blocked Yuehui: "No, I'll go to Wutong Lane."
The attendant was surprised: "But it's already midnight... Hey, young master, wait for me." He hurriedly followed.
The streets in Shanghai were extremely quiet at night, and the entire capital fell into silence.
Xihe couldn't sleep, so he boiled a pot of wine in the middle of the night, took it up to the roof to watch the stars, the sky was dark blue, dotted with stars.
She crossed her legs, took a sip of soju and a snack, not to mention how comfortable she was.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps came from my ears, and they got closer and closer, Xihe paused, biting a shortbread and looking down.
The man walked in front wearing a big cloak, and the servant followed hesitantly like a little daughter-in-law.
Huh, Song Yu?
It's in the middle of the night, why come here if you don't sleep?
After thinking about it, Xihe took off the shortbread in his mouth, threw it over, and hit Song Yu on the shoulder.
The little servant was startled, and quickly stood in front of Song Yu: "Who!"
Song Yu raised his head, the moon came out, his handsome features became more dazzling, Xihe stuck out his tongue: "Brother, are you going for a walk?"
Boy: ...Damn it for a walk!
Also, why does Miss Yue'er look like the master and both like to be night owls? And ran to the roof!
Song Yu frowned: "Dangerous, come down!"
Xihe became a little unhappy, lay back and crossed her legs: "Don't get down!"
Song Yu's brows were immediately tied into knots, and he glanced at the wall, raised his breath, climbed up the wall in twos and twos, stepped on the tiles and walked to Xihe's side: "Follow me."
Xihe turned her head and stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the hem of his robe, shaking her voice softly: "Brother Yu, it's so cool here, why don't you let him stay for a while, okay? Just for a while~ "
Song Yu: "..."
Xihe blinked her big eyes and continued to shake: "Are you okay~"
Song Yu closed her eyes, opened them again, pulled back the hem of her clothes, "I can only stay for a while..." But she saw her slamming on the tiles, and the next second her mouth was constricted, her expression ready to cry.
Song Yu panicked instantly, and quickly squatted down: "Yes, I'm sorry, where did you fall? Does it hurt?"
Xihe turned around, covered her hands, shrugged her shoulders, and ignored him while crying.
Song Yu was at a loss for a moment, wanted to touch but didn't dare, so he could only apologize awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it, I'll go find a doctor for you..."
After saying that, he turned around to leave, Xihe quickly grabbed his sleeve.
Song Yu hesitated: "Yue'er?"
Xihe turned her head, her face flushed from holding back, she burst out laughing, and laughed out of breath: "Song Yu, you really believed me, I'm just teasing you, haha~"
His brows and eyes were curved, and his gums were exposed when he smiled.
Song Yu was angry and funny, and couldn't help but grab her fair and tender face: "You, why are you so naughty."
Xihe couldn't stop laughing, pulled him to sit down, and passed the shochu over: "Here."
Song Yu sniffed it, frowned, and disapproved a little: "Girls are not good at drinking... I'll bring you some fruit wine next time."