Chapter 889 Real Young Master vs Fake Daughter 31

After talking about Xihe, she regretted it.

Is it Song Yu's own business to marry or not, and it's her turn to be guided by an outsider? Even though Song Yu cared about her very much because of her status and Mr. Jiang's relationship, there was a difference between closeness and estrangement.

Xihe quickly poured a glass of water: "I was the one who spoke out just now, don't be angry, big brother."

"It's just that the border is a place of bitter cold, and the sword has no eyes on the battlefield. Brother, you have to take care of yourself. Grandpa and I are in Beijing, and we will always miss you."

Song Yu took it, lowered her head, took a sip, and put it down: "I will."

Xihe nodded, and the two fell into silence immediately. The sky was filled with red clouds, the courtyard was reflecting the dusk, and the big tree next to it was already covered with leaves.

Xihe couldn't help raising her eyes to look at the person opposite, with a broad nose and an increasingly handsome face.

She was in a trance, could it be him?

According to the past practice, 009 is usually the person closest to her, so even though she knew about Song Yu's past and knew that he was destined to marry a wife and have children, she still couldn't help paying attention and exploring.

But now, it seems that it really isn't.

Xihe blinked and stood up with a smile: "I don't know that my brother left so early, I didn't prepare anything, go and prepare now."

Song Yu nodded: "Okay."

The man's eyelids drooped slightly, and his slightly calloused hands rubbed against the rim of the cup.

Xihe stared at him for a while, then smiled, turned around and entered the room without looking back.

Gouzi stared blankly: "What are you laughing at?"

"It just dawned on me that I've been doing one thing wrong all along."

Xihe pushed open the door, opened the drawer, and took out the half-sewn amulet: "Er Gouzi, tell me, between me and 009, does he love me more, or do I love him more?"

Gouzi: "...about the same?"

Xin Dao is so affectionate, you ask me about a dog, ah bah, it is not a dog!

Xihe sewed with needles and stitches carefully, her mind was extremely clear: "If a person really loves you, you can't leave, you can't run away, unless he intentionally lets you go."

"So, I just have to be myself."

She doesn't need to work hard to attract him, and she doesn't need to be aware of his movements all the time, as long as she stands here, he will come to her - this is the confidence 009 gave her.

So, no matter whether this person is Song Yu or not, she doesn't have to worry.

The dim yellow sunset shone in through the window, and fine dust floated in the air. Xihe's cheeks were slightly red, and sweetness filled her heart: "I think I like him a little more."

Gouzi: "..."

If you are in love, you are in love, why bother to abuse a single dog!

On the day of leaving Beijing, Xihe and Mr. Jiang waited at the gate of the city early in the morning with big bags and small bags. They also met people from the Song Mansion and the General's Mansion, and the two sides were full of people who were seeing off.

When the sun comes out, bid farewell to His Majesty, and the team heads out of the city.

Song Yu was wearing armor, with a long sword at his waist, and was walking in the procession on a tall horse. Mrs. Song covered her mouth and wept uncontrollably when she saw it. Mr. Jiang waved his hands vigorously: "Big baby! Here, here!"

General Weiyuan took a look and nodded to Song Yu: "Go."

Song Yu got off his horse and walked towards the crowd. He was surrounded by the Song family in an instant, and all kinds of caring words surrounded him. Mr. Jiang couldn't squeeze in for a long time, so he could only stand outside and watch helplessly.

"Song Yu!"

Song Yu turned her head, surprised: "Miss Shen?"

Shen Piaopiao is wearing a dazzling red dress, and his eyes are also red: "The battlefield is dangerous, you have to take care."

Mrs. Song, who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief, was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. She looked back and forth between the two of them, and her originally rested mind gradually became restless.

Song Yu cupped his hands: "Song, please take care of yourself, Miss Shen, too."

Shen Piaopiao looked at him steadfastly, and after a long while, he nodded and turned to leave.

Mrs. Song became agitated immediately, grabbed Song Yu's arm and asked him what happened? Song Yu frowned immediately, saying that it didn't matter, but Mrs. Song didn't believe it anyway, but time was running out, and these things could only be pondered in the future.

"Mother, I'll go to Grandpa's place to have a look."

"Huh? Good, good."

Watching Song Yu walk outside the crowd, he talked to the little old man in a blue shirt.

The old man's face was wrinkled, and his big skinny hands were patted on his son, and Jiang Yue was still standing beside him. It had been a long time since she had seen her, she seemed to have opened up a little, and she was wearing a light green dress, which couldn't hide her beauty Want to drip.

There were a lot of people around, and many young people cast amazed eyes.

Mrs. Song frowned slightly, with such a beautiful appearance, it was good that she was born in a wealthy family, but now that she has become a commoner, all kinds of troubles will be inevitable in the future.

Thinking of her son's previous request, she thought to herself, let her come to the house more in the future.

Mr. Jiang in this room was nagging and telling Song Yu to take good care of himself in the future. Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and he must save his life. What's the matter, how can I live..."

Song Yu's eyes were also red: "Grandfather, I assure you, nothing will happen to me!"

But how can this light assurance reassure people? Mr. Jiang patted him on the arm, but he couldn't say another word.

Song Yu looked at Xihe: "I begged my father, if you need anything in the future, you can go to him directly."

He also signaled to the four servants standing in the distance to come over. The footholds of the several servants were stable, and they looked like Lian Jiazi. Song Yu's eyes were gentle: "The four of them will be responsible for the safety of you and Grandpa in the future. If there is any inconvenience You can also let them do it.”

Xihe shook his head: "You take them to the battlefield, Grandpa and I don't want it."

Song Yu shook her head with a smile, and only let a few people follow her, then looked at the team that was about to leave, turned her head, and said, "I'm leaving, you take care."

After watching the two earnestly for a while, they clasped their fists together, turned and left resolutely.

Mr. Jiang and Xihe subconsciously chased after them, but they were pushed back by the sudden crowd. They watched Song Yu finally bid farewell to the Song family, got on his horse, and following an order, the team slowly left the city gate and headed out of the city. Go on the wide official road.

The army drifted away and finally disappeared from view.

Mr. Jiang sighed, he seemed to be a few years older: "I don't know if my old bones can last until he comes back."

Xihe pursed her lips and looked at the end of the road, said: "Yes."

After about a year, the enemy country invaded, and the entire court was in turmoil. The officials might become more drunk and dreamy like in their previous lives, or they might take the opportunity to come back to life and usher in a real prosperous age.

Xihe supported the old man and turned around: "Go back."

There was basically no one at the gate of the city, only a few villagers who entered the city were queuing up, and suddenly the curtain of the carriage not far away was lifted: "Miss Yue'er, do you want a ride?"

Xihe raised her head and was stunned: "Eldest Young Master?"