Chapter 886 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 28

The dark clouds dissipated, and the white moonlight shone down.

With Xihe's arms behind his head, he chatted with Song Yu casually: "What happened? You seem to be in a bad mood today."

Her sudden sentence stunned Song Yuwen.

After a long pause, he said: "Father talked to me today, and he meant that he wanted me to enter the barracks."

"Then what do you think?"

"I……"

Xihe turned her head, saw the hesitation on his face by the moonlight, and laughed: "Are you worried about me and grandpa? There is nothing to worry about, Beijing has always been safe, and besides, even if something happens What does the matter of those big men have to do with us ordinary people?"

"Defend the family, defend the country, drive out the Tartars, and become a hero that everyone admires. How great it is."

Song Yu pursed her lips, not really relieved just because of her two words of comfort.

Yes, how could he rest assured?

One is an old man half buried in the ground, and the other is a young woman who is waiting to be married. The attitude of the Song family towards them is still dispensable, and the frontier is thousands of miles away from the capital.

Song Yu couldn't imagine how desperate they would be if they encountered a problem and had nowhere to ask for help.

Song Yu was completely caught in a dilemma at this time.

He could see clearly that Mrs. Song really didn't care about Yue'er, she was now fully focused on finding him a wife who was pleasing to her liking, and spent her days in various banquets, and recently even went to the General's Mansion,

As for Mr. Song, he always felt that these were women's affairs, and he would not care about them unless they were poked in front of his eyes.

Xihe blinked his eyes, thinking whether to expose his martial arts skills, so that he should stop worrying completely? In the end, before she could speak, Song Yu laughed and patted her on the head: "Yue'er don't worry, I will think carefully about what to do."

Since there is a problem, then solve it, no amount of thinking is useless.

Standing up, she stretched out her hand towards Xihe: "Miss Yue'er, can I go back to the house now?"

Xihe was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Song Yu to make a joke, so he immediately laughed, slapped him on the hand, stood up and ran to the ladder, scared Song Yu followed behind and shouted 'be careful'.

the next day,

Mr. Jiang also knew about Song Yu's going to the barracks.

He frowned fiercely, and was very dissatisfied: "Is Master Song out of his mind? Even though his family has a great career, he actually sent the eldest son to work hard in the barracks! No, I don't agree! Don't go!"

Xihe lowered his head to pick up the rice, but didn't respond.

Mr. Jiang slapped her on the back: "Hurry up and eat, call your brother after eating, I have to explain to him!"

Xihe almost spit out a mouthful of rice, and gave Mr. Jiang a sad look, quickly finished the rice, and then went out.

Of course, instead of looking for Song Yu, she turned around and got into a small courtyard in the next street.

boom boom boom

"Miss Yue'er, are you here? Please come in."

Xiao Wu opened the door graciously: "My master is already waiting in the house, and the silver needles and the medicines on the prescriptions are all bought. When is the best time to start?"

Xihe threw the cloth bag in his hand: "Decoct this medicine."

Although the courtyard is small and well-equipped, Doctor Guang prepared three or four of them, and the maids and servants who came and went were agile. Xihe walked through the courtyard and entered the master bedroom, and suddenly a hot air rushed towards his face.

The room is surrounded by thick curtains, airtight, with a big medicine barrel in the middle.

Song Mo opened his eyes, his lips were pale, and his expression was tired: "Sister Yue'er, I will trouble you next time, if you have anything to do, you can directly tell Xiao Wu."

Xihe said 'hmm', and reached into the bucket: "The water temperature is not enough, add more."

Several doctors looked at each other, Xiao Wu hurriedly patted the servant next to him, and urged: "Hurry up, go boil the water again!"

Song Mo looked at Xihe, and suddenly blinked: "Sister Yue'er, if I'm like this, you've seen all my innocence?"

Xihe glanced at him, opened the silver needle on the table to check, and said casually: "You can choose to die."

Song Mo: "..."

The sentence "Are you responsible for me?" was stillborn.

Song Mo closed his eyes, leaned on the medicine barrel, and sweated continuously on his forehead: "The news of the crown prince's recovery came back to the palace. The princes were very excited and begged His Majesty to visit him. As a result, the crown prince caught wind and cold that day. He had a high fever for several days."

Xihecha stopped probing the silver needle, and after a while, sneered: "Trash!"

So many people can't even protect one person, what is it if it's not trash? It was unlucky for the prince to meet such a group of people.

Song Mo laughed, but it was okay if he didn't smile, but he started to cough when he smiled: "Ahem, Yue'er is right, she is indeed a waste." Then he asked Xihe what he planned to do?

Xihe turned her head: "What was your original plan?"

Song Mo got stuck in an instant, his eyes drifted from side to side: "This, I kind of forgot... Yue'er, I'll follow you, and you can do whatever you say!"

Xihe glanced at him with a half-smile, and Song Mo smiled.

Xihe was speechless for a moment, and said angrily, "See if he's dead? Forget it if he's dead. Give him another chance if he's not dead."

Song Mo immediately said: "Then I will ask Xiao Wu to arrange you to go there later?"

Xihe frowned immediately, and looked at him suspiciously: "You care so much about the prince? What's your relationship?" There must be some py deal, right?

Song Mo: "He's my senior's cousin's cousin's brother's cousin."

Xihe: "...What's the mess? Hurry up, the time is up, shut up and lie down, I'm going to start giving needles."

The silver needles were so thick that Song Mo's face suddenly turned green. He swallowed hard and looked at Xihe pitifully: "Yue'er, you can't take this opportunity to take revenge~"

Xiao Wu stepped forward, fished Song Mo out of the water, and put him on the bed.

Holding his limbs, with sincerity on his honest face: "Master, don't worry, Miss Yue'er is not this kind of person."

Song Mo: "..."

No, he thought she was!

...

After about two hours, after the injection was finished, everyone seemed to be fished out of the water. Song Mo even lay on the bed and didn't want to move a finger, and he didn't even want to think about the treatment process.

Xihe asked him how he felt?

Song Mo turned his head, glanced at her, and spit out four words: "Life is better than death!"

Xihe burst into laughter, wiped the sweat off his face casually, then got up and walked to the door: "That's it, I'll come back in a few days, if there is any discomfort, let Xiao Wu go to Wutong Lane to find me."

Opening the door, he turned his head and smiled: "Have a good rest."

Song Mo opened his mouth, just about to say that you should also take a good rest, when the door slammed shut in front of his eyes.

Song Mo: "..."

the next night,

As soon as Mr. Jiang lay down, Xihe sneaked out the door.

Xiao Wu drove the carriage, and the carriage passed through the city gate all the way to Xiangguo Temple outside the city.