Chapter 899 Real Young Master vs Fake Daughter 41

"You said our young master has made such a great contribution, what reward will the crown prince give him?"

"At least he must be a general...but this is not important. You said about our son's marriage to the general's mansion...Miss Shen hasn't said goodbye yet."

In the afternoon, the sun was warm and shone brightly on the snow. Under the window, two maids were whispering, their heads touching each other. The girl in green was holding her chubby face: "I heard that she went to the border for the sake of your son." , is also an infatuated person."

"Speaking of which."

The little maid changed the subject: "Since the son is back, the marriage between Miss Yue'er and the eldest son should also be held? This marriage has been discussed for a long time..."

Clang——

Something fell from the house.

The two servant girls were startled, and hurriedly stood up and lowered their heads to be scolded. After a while, a voice came from the room: "Come in."

The two servant girls looked at each other with a look of fear, and entered the house tremblingly. In winter, it was freezing and snowy outside, but the house was warm like spring with charcoal burning.

The man was sitting in front of the table in ordinary clothes, and the dark blue brocade suit made him handsome and handsome.

The two maidservants plopped and knelt down: "Master, please forgive me, this servant girl made a mistake..."

The man's expression was obviously friendly, but the two couldn't help but want to shrink back. Since the news of the border victory came, the story of how the son of the Song family killed the enemy like cutting melons on the battlefield has been widely spread. But in my heart I was terrified.

Song Yu waved: "You don't need to get up on your knees, I'll ask you."

His gaze fell on the two of them, and his voice sank slightly, "You just said... Yue'er and Big Brother's...marriage?"

The two maids blinked, and then remembered that the eldest son should not have known about the marriage between Miss Yue'er and the eldest son when he just returned to Beijing, so Zhutongdouzi told everything he knew, and finally said: "The marriage was decided early, but The wedding date has not been set, so the servants guessed without authorization, it should be waiting for you to come back..."

Song Yu nodded and picked up the teacup: "Well, I see, you guys go down."

When the two maids heard that the young master didn't blame them for talking about the master's affairs in private, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed, and then hurried out.

click,

The blue and white porcelain teacup shattered in his hand, and the tea fell to the ground along his fingers.

Song Yu stared blankly at the fingertips that were slowly oozing blood. The sharp pieces of porcelain were stuck in the wound, and after a while, they were gently torn apart and thrown on the table.

At night, the palace banquet comes.

In front of the gate of the Song Mansion, everyone in the Song Mansion was fully dressed and ready to enter the palace. Mrs. Song was chatting with the First Madam when they suddenly found that Song Yu's hands were covered with wounds, and they were startled: "Yu'er, are you injured?"

He hurried over and took Song Yu's hand to examine carefully: "What's going on? Dai'er, go get the ointment."

"No need, mother, little injury."

Song Yu withdrew his hand slightly, just as the coachman was driving the carriage over, he helped Madam Song into the carriage: "Father and mother, you go first, I will go to Wutong Lane to pick up Grandpa."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Song's joy disappeared immediately: "Are they going too?"

Song Yu nodded, didn't say much, and watched everyone go away, then got on his horse and went to Wutong Lane, where Xihe and Mr. Jiang were also ready.

It was the first time for Mr. Jiang to attend a palace banquet, and he was very excited.

After changing several clothes in a row, he had no choice but to stop when the time was up. At this time, he still pulled the hem of the clothes and asked her: "Is this suitable for me? There will be no mistakes, right?"

Xihe nodded again and again: "It's quite appropriate, he's so handsome that he couldn't be more handsome, even more handsome than an eighteen-year-old man!"

Master Jiang choked: "Nonsense!"

Touching the smooth material is a joy.

At this moment, the sound of horse's hooves came, and the two of them looked around and saw Song Yu in black clothes riding over on a tall horse: "Grandpa, Yue'er."

The carriage was prepared long ago, and the three of them boarded it and drove to the palace.

There was a heater in the carriage, and it was as warm as spring. Xihe sat across from the two and saw the injury on Song Yu's hand at a glance: "Are you injured?"

Without waiting for Song Yu to open his mouth, he pulled his hand and looked at it: "Is it pierced by something?" He took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, cleaned the wound briefly, and then applied the powdered medicine.

Song Yu opened his mouth, and finally closed it, watching her seriously.

Her long black hair was pulled into cloud temples, decorated with a few pearl flowers, her eyelashes were long and her nose was pointed up... a long pink and white dress showed her slender neck.

Everything seems to have not changed, and everything seems to have changed.

Xihe tied a beautiful bow with a handkerchief, and told him: "Don't touch the water for two days."

Song Yu lowered her eyes and nodded silently.

He wanted to be silent, but Xihe didn't think much, and opened the curtain to take a look outside. In the night, the imperial city was brightly lit.

There is a banquet in the palace tonight, and the gate of the palace is full of imperial guards.

The car stopped at the gate of the palace, the three of them got out of the carriage, got into the sedan chair, and soon came to a large hall: decorated with lanterns and festoons, court ladies and eunuchs came and went, and the seats were full of ministers and their family members.

The leading eunuch came over with a smile: "Miss Yue'er, you are here, the princess was still thinking of you just now. How is the old man recently?"

Turning his head, his eyes fell on Song Yu, "This must be Little General Song, right?"

"Sure enough, just like the legendary glance, it is extraordinary, heroic and promising!"

He enthusiastically led the three of them into the seat, which was not far from the crown prince's seat, and then called the court lady to come and wait on him, and then retreated with apology.

The three of them were all familiar faces, attracting curious glances from the others.

Song Yu couldn't help looking at Xihe, who was whispering with Mr. Jiang, with more and more doubts in his heart. He only felt that many things had changed in a short period of time.

Soon the time was up, and the voice of the servant came from the door: "The prince (Prince Princess) has arrived—"

"Greetings to the prince, greetings to the princess—"

Hurray,

Everyone got up and saluted.

The emperor was completely paralyzed, Cui Tianjian had already calculated the date, and the crown prince would ascend the throne soon.

Seeing that everything was a foregone conclusion, the princes who had been making small movements all restrained their movements one after another, and the ministers also honestly dared not act like monsters again.

What's more, now that the border war has just ended, natural disasters continue in many places in the country, and it is a difficult time.

The prince is not the kind of kind-hearted and soft-hearted person with a smile on his face, but who dares to commit crimes against the wind——

There is no discussion about cleaning him up.

The prince held the concubine's hand and walked through the crowd, sat down at the banquet, smiled kindly and said, "Excuse me, everyone." Everyone looked up, only to find that there was a young man behind the prince.

The man was tall and tall, with a handsome face, and he took the seat at the head of the prince—beside the faces of the three students.

Mr. Jiang's eyes lit up: "Zimo!"

Song Mo smiled and nodded at Mr. Jiang: "Grandpa." The big palm naturally fell on Xihe's hand, clenched it tightly, and then looked at Song Yu: "Second brother. I didn't bother you yesterday because you were exhausted all the way. Is it going well?"