Chapter 751 Forced to Go

There was a groan in the crowd, and a woman said disdainfully: "Hey, how could we meet such a king? He did such a stupid thing and put the country in danger, and now he has no spine. "

Another man shook his head and said: "This Chachatu looks majestic on weekdays, but I didn't expect that he would be so unbearable at the critical moment. I'm afraid the life of the Kushan Kingdom will be difficult in the future under his rule."

The faces of the people were full of disappointment and worry. They looked in the direction of the palace, full of dissatisfaction with Chachatu, and confused about the future of the Kushan Kingdom.

And these discussions are like having wings, spreading more and more among the people.

Chachatu paced back and forth in the room, feeling like a mess in his heart. For him, these two days were like sitting on pins and needles, but he finally got over it.

He knew that he had to set off at this moment, and before setting off, he must go to see Zhao Yun.

He took a deep breath and came to Zhao Yun's room.

His face was filled with a flattering smile, but there was a hint of unnoticeable nervousness hidden in that smile.

"General Zhao Yun, I...I came here this time to say that I made a big mistake." Cha Cha Tu lowered his head, his voice full of regret, but in his heart he was thinking about how to get Zhao Yun to say it for him in front of the prime minister. Kind words, "I hope you can say a few kind words in front of your Prime Minister when the time comes."

Zhao Yun stood aside and looked at Chacha Tu coldly, his sharp eyes like an eagle seemed to be able to see through everything.

A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, thinking that Cha Cha Tu had always been full of tricks, so it was strange that he hadn't caused any trouble in the past two days.

"Huh, you haven't done anything bad in the past two days, so it's pretty good." Zhao Yun said lightly.

When Cha Cha Tu heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter, and he hurriedly said: "General, don't worry, I will never do anything bad."

Zhao Yun frowned slightly, with some complicated emotions in his eyes. He looked at Cha Cha Tu and slowly said: "I will try my best to say a few nice words for you in front of the Prime Minister, but whether the Prime Minister can forgive you is not mine. It can be controlled.”

When Chachatu heard this, his expression instantly became much more relaxed. His eyes lit up and he said with gratitude, "With these words from the general, I feel relieved."

But he was still a little uneasy in his heart, thinking that this was just a glimmer of hope, but having Zhao Yun help was always a good thing.

Zhao Yun sighed softly, looked away from Chacha Tu, and whispered: "Let's go, don't delay the trip any more." After that, he strode forward.

Chachatu quickly followed.

Chen Meng, Song Shuwen and others finally returned to Youzhou after a long journey.

Both of them had a slightly tired look on their faces.

They walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion. Song Shuwen adjusted his clothes slightly and said to Chen Meng: "When I come back this time, I must report the matter to the Prime Minister in detail."

Chen Meng nodded solemnly, his heart full of importance to the report.

In the mansion, Xi Yu was teasing Ping An with his cute child at Gan Mei's place.

The little guy giggled, his childish laughter echoing in the room.

Xi Yu's face was filled with a gentle smile, and there seemed to be endless love hidden in his eyes. He thought to himself: This moment of tranquility is really rare.

At this time, a servant came to report that Song Shuwen had arrived.

Xi Yu's expression instantly became serious. He gently touched the child's head and whispered, "Ping An, Daddy has something to deal with."

Then he hurriedly left Ganmei's room and quickly returned to his own room.

Xi Yu returned to the room with a sullen face, looked sharply at Chen Meng and Song Shuwen, frowned and asked, "How was the Xianbei matter handled?"

Chen Meng took a step forward, and with a solemn expression told them everything about their experience in Xianbei and their handling of the situation. Song Shuwen added a few key details from time to time.

Xi Yu listened with a sneer on his lips, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and thought to himself: "Humph, I knew there would definitely be problems in Xianbei. Some people are never restless."

After the two of them finished speaking, Xi Yu's expression softened a little. He nodded slightly, with some appreciation in his eyes, and said, "You handled it well this time and did not make the situation worse."

He paused and waved his hand, "You guys have had a hard time traveling all the way. Go down and rest first."

Chen Meng and Song Shuwen looked at each other with relief in their eyes.

Chen Meng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Prime Minister. Let's take our leave now."

After that, the two turned and left the room.

Xi Yu looked at their leaving figures, with his hands behind his back, lost in thought, thinking about how to further deal with the situation in Xianbei.

Xi Yu stood quietly in the center of the room, his eyes a little hollow.

Just now he was still thinking about Xianbei, but somehow, Tuobayu's figure broke into his mind without warning.

He frowned slightly, seeming a little annoyed, and kept telling himself in his heart: "Forget it, you must forget it."

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to drive that figure out of his mind.

However, the harder he tried, the clearer Tuobayu's face became.

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and the cry in his heart became stronger: "Tuobayu, where are you?"

The voice echoed in his heart, like it was questioning, but also like it was searching hard.

A look of pain appeared on his face, and his inner struggle made his breathing become a little short.

Song Meijiao walked into the room gracefully, carrying a bowl of steaming lotus seed soup.

When she saw Xiyu struggling in pain, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by full of surprise.

She hurriedly walked forward and gently placed the lotus seed soup on the table, making a slight sound.

She raised her head slightly, looked at Xiyu, her eyes full of concern and worry, and asked softly: "Husband, what's wrong? Why do you look like this?"

Her heart was in turmoil, and she didn't know what made Xiyu so distressed.

Xiyu frowned, his eyes full of pain and confusion, and he said in a low voice: "I think of Tuoba Yu again."

His mind kept emerging with Tuoba Yu's smiles and frowns, and the bits and pieces of the past drowned him like a tide.

Song Meijiao stood aside, heard this, lowered her head slightly, and sighed softly.

A complex emotion flashed in her eyes. She looked at Xiyu and said gently, "My husband, it is indeed a pity that she disappeared. But she can't be with you until old age, which may also prove that she is not blessed to spend her life with you."

There was a hint of melancholy in her tone, but more of a comfort to Xiyu.

Xiyu was slightly startled after hearing Song Meijiao's words. He looked at Song Meijiao's gentle face and was a little shaken.

He asked himself in his heart whether he should really let go of Tuoba Yu and cherish the person in front of him.

But the feeling of missing was still entangled in his heart, making it difficult for him to let go. He rubbed his temple painfully and said, "But I can't erase her from my heart."

Song Meijiao had a gentle smile on her lips and her eyes were sparkling. She whispered, "My husband, this can only show that you are a person of affection and righteousness, which is a good thing."

She felt a little bitter in her heart. Although she understood Xiyu's concern for Tuoba Yu, she still hoped that he could pay more attention to herself.

Xiyu's eyes moved away from Song Meijiao's face and fell on the lotus seed soup on the table. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Did you make this yourself?"

Song Meijiao nodded, with a hint of expectation in her eyes, and said, "Yes, husband. I thought you were tired from handling affairs, so I made it for you."

Xiyu's face showed a smile, and that smile seemed to dispel the haze in his heart just now. He said with concern: "In the future, if there is anything, just let the servants do it. You don't have to do everything yourself. Don't tire yourself out."

He thought to himself that Song Meijiao's kindness to him was really rare. He couldn't always immerse himself in the thoughts of Tuoba Yu and ignore her feelings.

Song Meijiao felt warm in her heart after hearing Xiyu's words. She lowered her head slightly and said, "I don't feel tired doing things for my husband."

But she was thinking in her heart that as long as it could make Xiyu happy, it would be okay to do more.

Xiyu picked up the lotus seed soup with a little tenderness and gratitude in his eyes.

He blew the hot air gently, then scooped up a small mouthful with a spoon and put it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes slightly and savored the taste of the lotus seed soup carefully. The sweet taste spread on the tip of the tongue, the taste was soft and sticky, and the heat was just right.

A satisfied look appeared on his face, and he secretly admired Song Meijiao's craftsmanship in his heart.

He opened his eyes, looked at Song Meijiao, his eyes full of smiles, and said: "This lotus seed soup tastes really good. Meijiao, your craftsmanship is getting better and better."

Song Meijiao heard Xi Yu's praise, her face was filled with a happy smile, and her eyes curved into crescents.

She said shyly: "As long as my husband likes it, I can make it for you often in the future."

Her heart was as sweet as eating honey, and she felt that her efforts were worth it.

There was a warm and harmonious atmosphere in Wan Henghua's home. Tuoba Yu was sitting obediently beside him, helping to sort out some simple housework.

At this time, Sang Yunlei strode into the yard.

He glanced around the room and found the extra Tuoba Yu, with a puzzled look on his face.

Sang Yunlei frowned and asked curiously, "Uncle, why is there one more person in this family?"

Wan Henghua came over with a smile, looked at Tuoba Yu lovingly, and then explained to Sang Yunlei, "This is a poor girl who has lost her memory. I saw that she was alone, so I took her in. Now she lives with me, and I gave her a name, Wan Xier."

Tuoba Yu smiled and greeted Sang Yunlei, the smile was innocent and a little shy.

Sang Yunlei also smiled at her in a friendly way, and his eyes stayed on her face for a few more seconds.

Wan Henghua said to Tuoba Yu lovingly, "Xier, go to the kitchen and wash the vegetables."

Tuoba Yu nodded obediently and replied, "Okay, godfather." Then he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at Tuoba Yu's leaving back, Sang Yunlei's eyes flashed with a strange light.

He approached Wan Henghua and said in a low voice: "Uncle, I have an unwelcome request. This cousin is so gentle and charming, I wonder... can I marry her?"

His heart was full of expectations, his eyes were fixed on Wan Henghua, his hands were unconsciously clenched, and his heart was uneasy. He thought of Tuoba Yu's beautiful face and innocent temperament, and his desire in his heart became stronger.

Wan Henghua was slightly stunned after hearing Sang Yunlei's words, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He frowned and pondered for a moment, feeling a little tangled. On the one hand, he loved his nephew very much, but on the other hand, he was also worried about Tuoba Yu's current situation. After all, she had lost her memory, and he was not sure whether this was a good thing for Tuoba Yu.

He looked at Sang Yunlei and said slowly: "This is not a trivial matter, Yunlei, let me think about it carefully."

Sang Yunlei's eyes were bright and full of eagerness. He said eagerly: "Uncle, I really fell in love with this girl at first sight. I know this request is a bit abrupt, but I really hope you can make some concessions."

His face was filled with expectation, and his hands trembled slightly, as if Tuoba Yu had become the most important person in his heart.

Wan Henghua frowned, with a little embarrassment in his eyes.

He stroked his beard and paced back and forth in the yard, constantly weighing in his heart.

After a long while, he looked up at Sang Yunlei and said slowly: "Yunlei, this is not a simple matter. She has lost her memory now and doesn't understand many things. I will think about it carefully, but don't hold too high hopes. After all, I am responsible for Xier's future."

Wan Henghua was very entangled in his heart. He didn't want to disappoint his nephew, but he was worried that Tuoba Yu would be hurt. At this moment, his mind was in chaos.

Sang Yunlei listened to his uncle's words. Although he was anxious in his heart, he also knew that he couldn't force too much, so he had to sigh helplessly and said nothing more.

After a while, the food was served, and the three of them sat together and started eating.

Sang Yunlei's eyes always drifted to Tuoba Yu unconsciously.

His eyes were full of heat, as if he wanted to deeply imprint Tuoba Yu's figure in his mind.

Tuoba Yu noticed his hot eyes and felt a little uncomfortable.

She lowered her head slightly, ate silently, and tried to avoid Sang Yunlei's sight.

Wan Henghua saw all this, frowned, and felt a little unhappy.

He coughed a few times, and the cough sounded particularly loud in the quiet room.

Sang Yunlei heard the cough and realized his loss of composure. He smiled awkwardly, quickly retracted his gaze, and pretended to be calm and began to eat seriously.

Tuoba Yu secretly glanced at Wan Henghua, full of gratitude.

She knew that her adoptive father was protecting her and didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

Wan Henghua nodded slightly at her, with a comforting look in his eyes.

Although Sang Yunlei had returned to normal, he still couldn't forget Tuoba Yu in his heart. He secretly thought about how to make his uncle agree to this marriage.

Wan Henghua gently pulled Tuoba Yu's arm and took her outside the yard.

The sun shone on them, and Wan Henghua's face was a little serious.

He looked at Tuoba Yu and said slowly: "Xi'er, Yun Lei just told me that he likes you. Uncle wants to ask for your opinion."

When Tuoba Yu heard this, her eyes suddenly widened and her face was full of surprise.

Her mind was in a mess, and she kept thinking about this matter in her heart.

After a while, she bit her lip and said hesitantly: "Godfather, I have lost my memory now, and I don't know my past. Maybe I already have a husband, and he may be looking for me everywhere now. So, I can't agree to this marriage."

Her eyes were confused and firm. She told herself in her heart that she couldn't easily agree to someone else's proposal without knowing the truth.

Wan Henghua listened to Tuoba Yu's words and nodded slightly. There was a trace of relief in his eyes. He said: "Xi'er, you can think this way, which shows that you are a very principled child. Then uncle will help you reject Yun Lei."

Wan Henghua walked back to the house slowly, looking at Sang Yun Lei who was looking forward to it, he frowned slightly, with a little helplessness on his face.

Wan Henghua cleared his throat, looked at Sang Yunlei and said, "Yunlei, I just talked to Xier. I'm afraid this won't work."

When Sang Yunlei heard this, the expectation on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by full of disappointment.

He asked anxiously, "Why, uncle?"

Wan Henghua sighed and said, "Xier said she lost her memory. She is not sure if she already has a husband. Maybe her husband is looking for her."

Sang Yunlei's eyes dimmed, he drooped his head, and his heart was full of frustration.

He thought to himself: How could this happen? It's not easy to meet a girl who makes his heart beat, but we can't be together.

But he also knew that this matter could not be forced, so he had to say helplessly: "Okay, uncle, if that's the case, then it has to be like this." His voice was full of loss, and his expression was also very lonely, as if he had lost something extremely precious.

Wan Henghua comforted him, "Yunlei, don't be too sad. Maybe this is fate. You will definitely meet a more suitable girl in the future."

Sang Yunlei walked out of Wan Henghua's house with a gloomy face, his heart full of resentment.

Every step he took seemed to vent his inner resentment.

When he walked out of the village, his steps suddenly stopped.

He stood there, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

A terrible idea gradually took shape in his mind.

He gritted his teeth and thought viciously in his heart: "I must get Tuoba Yu. Even if I can't marry her, I must get her."

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

At this time, he was already overwhelmed by desire, and the morality and conscience in his heart seemed to be thrown out of the window.

He began to think about how to achieve his evil purpose, and a hideous expression appeared on his face.

In the end, he made a bold idea, that is, at night, he would quietly come to his uncle's house. (End of this chapter)