Chapter 895 Real Young Master vs Fake Daughter 37

The boat was sailing on the increasingly clear river, and the cold wind was blowing from all directions. Xihe couldn't help but gather up his cloak, and looked at the gradually yellowing branches and leaves on both sides of the bank:

"It's already October."

"How's the situation on the frontier?"

"Several small-scale conflicts occurred, and there were no casualties. However, according to the news from General Weiyuan, Song Yu went deep into the enemy's camp in order to investigate the enemy's situation. Now his whereabouts are unknown..."

"What did you say?"

Xihe's complexion suddenly changed, and he hurried forward: "Why is his whereabouts unknown? Is he the only one who went to investigate the situation? There are so many people in the army, what are they doing for food!"

"How long has it been going on?"

Can't help scolding: "Such an important matter, why didn't you tell me until now!"

Clutching hands tightly, pacing left and right, his mind was running fast, wondering if it was too late to save people now? He also thought, with her safe talisman, Song Yu should be fine.

Song Mo said: "I also just got the news."

Couldn't help holding her hand: "General Weiyuan has sent elite soldiers to look for it, nothing will happen..." She was slapped away.

"The situation on the battlefield is changing, who can guarantee that nothing will happen?"

Xihe was so annoyed that she turned around and entered the cabin.

Song Mo looked down at his hands, and there was no expression on his face. Xiao Wu couldn't bear it: "Master..."

It was ten o'clock at noon, the sky was gloomy, and the weather was too cold. Most people were huddled in the cabin, only the helmsman and guards were on board to keep an eye on the speed of travel.

Song Mo put down his hands, got up and turned to the cabin, with a straight back.

boom boom boom

With a creak, the door opened.

Xihe glanced at Song Mo, turned around and entered the room.

Song Mo paused, followed behind, and closed the door with his backhand: "I was wrong about this matter, and I should have told you as soon as possible, but not only General Mighty, I also sent someone to look for it, and besides, the second uncle gave him a gift before the expedition. There are several guards, so nothing will happen."

Looking at Xihe: "If you are worried, I will look for it myself when I return to Beijing."

Xihe was a little irritable: "What are you looking for, your legs are just right, don't you want them?" Song Yu was thinking about not hanging up, but he heard him say:

"No more."

"As long as you're not mad at me."

Xihe raised her head suddenly, and bumped into a pair of serious eyes.

Song Mo softened his voice: "I know you've been worried about him, but I didn't tell you immediately that I did something wrong. Don't be angry, okay? I'll help you find him when I get back."

Xihe: "..."

I feel like I'm bullying someone.

Xihe wiped her face, then said to Song Mo seriously: "No, I will go in person. Also, I shouldn't lose my temper with you today, I'm sorry."

She was too anxious.

Go to the table and pour tea for him: "Have a cup of hot tea."

For the next few days, Xihe kept watching the speed of the ship, and finally docked near the port in Kyoto after more than ten days. It was already night when he got home, and Mr. Jiang had already fallen asleep.

Xihe was anxious, barely slept for a while, and ran to Song Mo's small courtyard at dawn.

Xiao Wu was lukewarm: "Miss Yue'er, wait a moment, my young master returned home last night, and he hasn't come yet."

Xihe glanced at him and knew that he was complaining for his son, so he didn't care. He just sat in the courtyard, but found that no matter the maid or woman, she would run away as soon as she saw her, with the appearance of avoiding her like a snake. .

Xihe couldn't help looking at the sky, um, the sky is clear.

It was approaching noon, and Song Mo came late. Just as Xihe was about to ask, he found that the prince was still following him. The words he wanted to speak were stuck in his throat, and he stepped forward and bent his knees: "Prince."

The prince took two steps forward and personally helped her up: "Get up, great hero."

He is really happy, this kind of power is in his hands, and the feeling of capable people on the left and right is really not too pleasant, especially when the Jiangnan issue is perfectly resolved, and the courtiers who are vacillating in the court stand directly beside him.

This time, even if the father recovers from illness, he can no longer check and balance him.

Tossing and turning, praising Xihe several times, she didn't stop until she was so embarrassed that she wanted to escape, and then talked about the frontier.

The first sentence was: "Song Yu has news."

Xihe immediately looked up.

However, the crown prince didn't mention Song Yu too much, all he talked about was the layout of the frontier, and the movements of the barbarians, predicting actions, and then giving orders.

Until the evening, the prince left.

Before leaving, she looked at Xihe with a smile: "Yue'er has nothing to do to talk to the princess, she misses you."

Xihe naturally agreed repeatedly.

As soon as the person left, Xihe looked at Song Mo.

Song Mo's brows were curved: "Don't worry now? Song Yu himself sent the news that everything is fine, don't worry, so you don't have to worry either."

Xihe felt something was wrong: "Is there something you didn't tell me?"

Song Mo nodded: "Yes."

Xihe:! ! !

Song Mo took her hand, Xihe shook it, but did not shake it off.

Enter the house, close the door.

The waist was firmly imprisoned by strong hands, a scorching body was stuck behind him, scorching breath was sprayed in the ears, and the voice was particularly wronged: "You are murdering me."

He bit her on the neck: "You actually killed me for him!"

In an instant, a tingling sensation rushed from the neck to the tailbone, Xihe's waist softened, and he collapsed in Song Mo's arms.

She was shocked and angry: "Song Mo!"

Pulling the hand at the waist vigorously: "You are crazy... um."

She closed her eyes and bit her lip tightly.

In the next second, his body rose into the air and was thrown on the bed.

Xihe wanted to scold someone but her lips were blocked. She covered her lips with a big soft hand, and bit her lips: "Little heartless, if you don't give him a breath, you won't be able to recognize who is your man. fine!"

Xihe:? ? ?

Overwhelming, falling with a punishing kiss.

Xihe pushed him away, and opened her mouth to curse: "Song Mo, you bastard..." He was dizzy from being kissed.

twilight is fading,

Every household exudes the fragrance of rice,

Xiao Wu couldn't help but look at the candlelit room, the translucent windows, the flickering candlelight, and the pitiful begging for mercy from time to time in the room.

Xiao Wu shrank his neck, silently thinking how many times he could take it?

He was really ambitious, and he knew from the beginning that the son was different from Miss Yue'er, yet he still dared to show her face today.

emmmmm, my life is over.

Xihe was really stunned by Song Mo's coquettish manipulation,

There are still people who feel that their lives are too comfortable, looking for trouble for nothing, and cuckold themselves.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he stepped on the man's face, pointing at him and scolding: "Are you sick? Are you? You even came up with this trick, Song Mo, I really didn't realize that you are such a psychopath!"

Song Mo hugged her leg and hurriedly begged for mercy: "My lady, I was wrong, I will never dare again... Aw!"

Xihe kicked him away, got out of bed with her skirt in her hands, stepped on her shoes and walked out the door, swearing: "You can go by yourself in this life, I will not wait for you. Fuck, crazy!"

The door opened and strode out.

Song Mo didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he chased him out with his arms open: "My lady, don't go!"

Squatting on a tree, hanging under the beams of the house, one, two, and three guards hiding in the shadows couldn't help sticking their heads out... and saw their glamorous master with disheveled hair, topless breasts, chasing after the moon. Behind the girl.

On the snow-white chest, there were still a few scratches of blood.

Dark Guard: Tsk...

Song Mo glared at him fiercely: "What are you looking at? Close your eyes for me... Sigh, Yue'er, wait for your husband."