Chapter 888 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 30

"Second Uncle has already made arrangements. In a few days, Song Yu and General Weiyuan will go to the frontier together. The geographical location of the frontier is special, and food and other things cannot be produced by themselves. They are all allocated by Beijing. You are worried about him."

Xihe pursed her lips and did not answer.

Song Mo rubbed the folding fan with his fingertips, and suddenly said: "Second Aunt has already booked a girl from the Shen family, and she will come to ask for her someday."

Xihe raised her head subconsciously: "What?"

Song Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her and stopped talking.

Xihe: "..."

Blinking, for a while, she looked away as if nothing had happened: "Really? Miss Shen, I've seen her before. She is very heroic and valiant, which is different from ordinary boudoir ladies. She has a good family background, and Mrs. Shen has a good eye."

Song Mo's eyes moved down and landed on her unconsciously clenched sleeve.

In late spring, the flowers in the small courtyard are in full bloom, the plants and trees are neatly built, and the sun shines through the gaps between the leaves. The girl on the opposite side is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and she is charming even in a light blue shirt.

Song Mo suddenly smiled: "Second Aunt's vision is naturally excellent."

"She has been looking forward to such a son for most of her life. Naturally, she wants to give him the best of everything in the world. If it is not impossible now, I guess she has the thoughts of Princess Shang."

"Sister Yueer, you have been by her side for so many years, you should know it best."

Xihe nodded: "I understand."

Song Mo raised his hand and handed over a cup of herbal tea: "Dissipate heat."

Xihe was speechless for a moment, did this mean to tell her not to get angry? Xihe took a sigh of relief, got up and strode towards the door: "Okay, I'll go first, and come back tomorrow."

Behind him, Song Mo was sitting in a wheelchair, smiling without saying a word.

Little Five: "..."

Hesitating, he moved closer to the master step by step, and carefully sized him up: "Master, you..."

Song Mo closed his eyes: "Arrange, let Lao He and others come to see me."

That night, a few sneaky people entered the small courtyard and stayed there for more than two hours before leaving avoiding the crowd.

The next day, the military rations that had been suppressed for a long time were finally approved, and they were escorted to the frontier on another day.

Xihe was taken aback when he heard that, and couldn't help but look to the opposite side.

The man was sitting on the couch, his legs were densely covered with silver needles, his eyes were closed tightly, beads of sweat were constantly beading from his forehead, and the veins in his hand holding the folding fan were bulging.

Xihe pursed her lips and said softly, "Thank you."

Song Mo opened his eyes, showing pain on his face: "If Yue'er really wants to thank you, stop the pain for me. Hiss, I didn't expect it to hurt~"

Xihe burst out laughing, amused: "Didn't you ask for this yourself?"

Song Mo suddenly had nothing to love: "Yue'er, please forgive me."

There was no response to how much tossing at first, but then I gradually felt a fine numbness.

He hadn't felt this kind of pain for a long time, and he enjoyed it very much at first, but then he felt it more and more clearly. Song Mo: ...Forget it, he still wants to be more comfortable.

Xihe suppressed a smile and took off the silver needle, and Song Mo immediately showed a relieved expression.

Even so, Xihe was completely relieved, at least the probability of Song Yu's victory was higher, she didn't thank her any more, but silently decided to work harder so that Song Mo could stand up earlier.

Song Mo looked at her, and suddenly said: "I decided to follow your idea."

Xihe was surprised: "What idea?"

Song Mo raised his chin, pointed in the direction of the palace, and said, "But don't rush it, at least you have to wait until next year."

Xihe blinked his eyes, not understanding why he suddenly changed his mind.

Song Mo smiled, and it was as bright as a flower blooming in an instant: "After thinking about it, I think you are right. Now there are troubles everywhere, there are too many things to do, and his existence is too much of a hindrance."

Xihe was stunned for a moment, and was instantly overjoyed.

The Ninth Five-Year Venerable, who is more than tens of millions of people, would never have imagined that someone would think that he was too much of a hindrance, so they decided to kill him to make room for the crown prince.

In an instant, the two reached a consensus.

evening,

Xihe left, and Song Mo sent it to the door: "Xiao Wu, help me see Yue'er."

Xihe waved his hand and didn't use it, but Xiao Wu listened to the master's words, took the snack box from the servant girl's hand and stood behind her. Xihe could only wave his hand, signaling to come back tomorrow.

When he got home, Xihe still had a smile on his face.

Mr. Jiang was lying leisurely on the rocking chair, when he saw her coming in with the cakes from Mingyuelou, he said, "Where did you find the money?"

The pastry was placed on the table, Xihe entered the room, and said casually, "I picked it up at the door."

After combing his hair and changing his clothes, he left the room and found that there was another person in the courtyard. His eyes lit up and he walked over quickly: "Brother? Why are you here?"

Song Yu has been so busy recently that she hasn't come here for several days.

Mr. Jiang took a bite of a crystal cake: "He will set off in two days and come to say goodbye. Oh, let me tell you, why are you fighting so hard now that you don't have to worry about food and clothing? Is the battle so easy to fight? What if Broken arms and broken legs... Ah bah, nothing will happen to my grandson!"

In an instant, the pastry in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

Xihe looked at Song Yu, and Song Yu nodded: "Leave in three days."

Xihe was startled: "So fast!"

This, this, this, she didn't prepare a lot of things!

Song Yu reassured: "We had to wait for half a month, but the food and grass had already arrived, so General Weiyuan planned to set off early and escort the food and grass by the way."

In fact, General Weiyuan should have left a long time ago, one is insufficient food and grass, and the other is being suppressed by His Majesty.

Now that everything was ready, he naturally didn't want to wait any longer, he just wanted to return to the barracks non-stop, and asked him to tell him what's so good about Lao Shizi's capital? Not as comfortable as the frontier.

Xihe was anxious: "But..."

Mr. Jiang patted his buttocks and stood up: "Eat first, eat first, I will talk about this disgusting thing later!"

Song Yu patted Xihe's head with gentle eyes: "Let's eat first."

Xihe: "..."

A meal tasteless.

Song Yu looked funny, and couldn't help raising his hand to poke her face. Xihe slapped his hand away angrily, remembering what Song Mo said: "Then what about your marriage with Miss Shen?"

Shen Piaopiao is two years older than him, if it drags on, will the Shen family be willing?

"Marriage? Miss Shen?"

Mr. Jiang regained his spirits in an instant: "Tell me!"

Song Yu frowned, then let go, and said, "Grandfather, it's nothing, I'm going to the barracks now, and I don't know when I'll be back, how can I delay other girls."

After comforting the old man and coaxing him to sleep, he looked at Xihe.

Xihe felt guilty: "You, why are you looking at me like this?"

Are you going to scold her for being outspoken again? emmm, but didn't Song Mo say that the matchmaker has already been invited to the door? Hmph, you are a liar.

Song Yu said sternly: "It is true that a matchmaker was invited, but I did not agree."

Xihe: "Gah?"

Blinking his eyes, he didn't react for a while.

Song Yu pressed his temples and sat down on the stone bench: "As I said just now, the battlefield changes rapidly, and I don't know whether it's life or death. How can I delay Miss Shen?"

Moreover, he has no feelings for that girl at all. Wouldn't it be harmful to marry her?

Xihe immediately choked: "What's the matter? Don't you also hate Grandpa and the Song family?"

Song Yu: "..."