After the lively meal, Mama Song left first with Gelding Xiaoji, while Song Rumu and Song Nianzhi accompanied Song Han left and right and came to the garden for a walk.

The evening breeze is blowing, the fine moon hangs in the clouds, and a family of three sits in the octagonal pavilion at a high place, tea and music, and enjoy the joy that has not been felt for a long time. Song Rumu looked at Song Nianzhi, who lowered his head and concentrated on playing the piano, but while he was happy, he thought that tonight's Huangfu Tianyou would sleepwalk again? And Song Han was in the process of listening to the music, the fatigue of weekdays, coupled with the worry about his daughter in the past few days, made him unable to support it anymore and closed his eyes and dozed off.

Song Rumu nodded violently to Song Han without commenting, although the wind was not strong at this time, but it was big for a sleeping person, so Song Rumu took off his cloak, gently covered it for Song Han, and turned back to signal Song Nianzhi to stop and watch and continue to play the piano.

Looking at her sister who was shielding her father from the wind, Song Nian's heart understood, smiled and continued to lower her head to stroke the piano, and unconsciously used the friendship in her heart between the strings, and the tune became extremely soft from the previous low and long.

I don't know how long it took, when he saw the fine moon hanging in the middle sky, Song Han slowly woke up.

When he turned around, he found that his daughter Song Rumu was sleeping sweetly in her arms, with a sweet smile on her childish face. His son Song Nianzhi was still sitting in the faint moonlight, continuing to play a tune he had never heard before. Looking at it carefully, Song Han had a funny expression on his face, just because he was wearing his daughter's cloak, and his daughter was wearing his son's cloak, only to pity his son, wearing only a thin shirt in the night breeze to hypnotize their father and daughter.

Song Han secretly said to the two stupid children, and after putting up the cloak on his daughter very gently, and blocking the wind that kept blowing for his daughter, he looked at his son in a thin shirt and asked out loud: "What do you think of your senior brother Yixuan?" ”

When Song Nianzhi heard the sound, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and the sound of the piano, which had just been smooth, suddenly became confused. As if afraid of leaking more, Song Nian pressed the strings with both hands in unison the next moment, wanting to make the strings no longer make a disturbing sound. Until all the whimpering sounds of the strings have stopped. Song Nianzhi raised his head and looked directly into his father's gaze, and in his eyes, the majesty of those who were outside on weekdays had all been transformed into love at this time. Song Nianzhi understood, and only chuckled for a long time before he chuckled: "Since my father has already made up his mind, why should I ask Nianzhi again." ”

"Huh...... But Father still wants to know what you think! When Song Han was appreciative of his son's few questions, especially when he saw his daughter who was still sleeping in his arms, he was all worried: "After all, my father sees it on weekdays." It's just a student of Yi Xuan, as for what kind of temperament he has behind it, his father can't know everything. Men are afraid of entering the wrong industry, women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, after all, your senior brother Yixuan's family has a big business, and as the grandson of the government, the road ahead is heavy and long. And your sister looks gentle and humble on the surface, and she has the demeanor of everyone, but who knows her little daughter's temperament! ”

Song Nianzhi was gloomy and wanted to say "I know". But can he say?

No! Because they are sisters and brothers, an obstacle that can never be crossed in the eyes of the world.

In fact, his sister Song Rumu's cognition that sooner or later she was going to get married, as early as before her sister entered the palace, the moment Lu Yixuan confessed to her sister, and the moment her sister blocked his fist for Lu Yixuan without blinking, he completely understood. It's just that he is really reluctant, reluctant to the sister he relies on wholeheartedly, reluctant to the most precious sister in his life, and will completely belong to a man in the years to come. And that man will decide the life and death of his sister, as well as the future of his sister's happiness or not.

Thinking of her sister, who has liked to laugh since she was a child, she will have to live in the eyes of others after getting married in the future, Song Nianzhi's heart was painful. The clenched hands were inadvertently cut by the strings.

The thick blood that was constantly dripping in the night made Song Nianzhi feel that something was lost in his body, and at the same time, he also regained a little sense. understood that his father was mentioning this now, all in order to cut off his sister's back way to enter the palace, so he had to rely on his own heart and smiled at his father Song Han: "Senior Brother Yixuan is thick and fine. He is a good match! It's just a long road of life, when he finally sets foot on Lu Yixuan, who began to fight for the family, will he always be the current Lu Yixuan?

Song Nianzhi asked himself in his heart, and Song Han also pondered this question in a deep groan, family, an eternal topic, a topic that cannot be avoided as an heir.

Song Rumu woke up slowly, only feeling that this was the most comfortable day she had slept in ten days and a half months.

Stretching a big lazy waist, Song Rumu was so comfortable that she muttered.

But the sudden "hehe" chuckle above his head made Song Rumu, who had been frightened in the palace for a few days, get up suddenly, and saw in a daze that it was his father Song Han who was laughing, and only remembered for a while that she was already at home, and she didn't have to worry about the emperor sleepwalking to her side.

Frightened into a smirk, Song Rumu looked at her father Song Han with a smile, and then looked at her younger brother Song Nianzhi, seeing that both of them were smiling at her, the embarrassment made Song Rumu hurriedly cover her mouth with her hands to see if she was sleeping and drooling.

Luckily, no drooling. Why are those two laughing so strangely? Song Rumu black line......

The conversation between the father and son was interrupted because Song Rumu suddenly woke up, and because it was late, Song Han and Song Nianzhi had to get up early the next day, so the three of them hurried back to their rooms, leaving only the blood on the strings in the moonlight, exuding a faint light.

As soon as Song Rumu returned to the room, she was stopped by the two people who were waiting in the room, Cha Yu and Cha Xiang, and asked in unison what the palace looked like. Song Rumu was so annoyed that she said that she was sleepy, and after hurriedly washing, she got into the quilt that had already been laid, and after making a grimace at the unwilling tea language and tea fragrance on her face, she went back to the quilt and fell asleep with her head covered.

The two of them were speechless when they looked at the bulging quilt, so they also collected their curiosity and packed up and prepared to rest.

How did Song Rumu suddenly get out of the quilt, call Chayu to herself, and dodge and ask her about her absences for the past few days, but someone came to look for her?

Cha Yu thought about it for a while, and then said with a smile: "Miss Lan from the Blue Mansion once asked the young lady to come to the mansion to talk, and Miss Bai from the White Mansion also came once, and she didn't say anything after knowing that the young lady entered the palace."

Song Rumu, who was lying in the quilt, said in her heart that Lan Qing came to her, definitely to help her embroider the dowry; As for Bai Ruoshui, there may be more people who pour bitter water, but these two people have looked for themselves in half a month? Song Rumu asked without giving up: "There is no one else?" ”

"Who else? Not many people come to look for you on weekdays! Tea Yu was confused, but suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise: "Ah...... By the way, and ......"

Song Rumu was overjoyed, crawled out of the quilt with a "whoosh", grabbed Cha Yu's hands, and asked excitedly, "Who else?" ”

"And Yan Gongzi from Fuyang Villa suddenly sent a letter, I'll go and bring it to you now!" , Cha Yu was taken aback by Song Rumu's enthusiasm, and after the general finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and hugged the small wooden box placed on the cabinet to Song Rumu.

Song Rumu recognized that the box was indeed the wooden box style used by the "saltwater chicken" every time he sent a letter, so he was slightly disappointed and hugged the wooden box into his arms, and said in a daze: "It's late at night...... Go down and rest. ”

"It's ......", Cha Yu retreated, peeked at Song Rumu in front of the door curtain, and found that Song Rumu was not in a hurry to read the letter, but looked at a certain place and was distracted, frowning for a while, fierce for a while, and didn't know who offended her.

Tea shook his head, and Song Rumu pondered.

In fact, she went around for a long time to know if Lu Yixuan, who was sent to the border by her family, had someone send her a letter before leaving, if she didn't believe it, it would be good to leave a sentence! Could it be that he just left without saying a word?

Song Rumu was entangled, remembering that in the dormitory of the university in her previous life, her classmates were holding the phone and talking to her boyfriend on the phone, Song Rumu had starry eyes, but now she and Lu Yixuan don't talk on the phone, even if they don't have a word in the vernacular.

Rely on it, if you really leave without leaving a word, I'll ignore you when you come back!

Song Rumu muttered in her heart, but she couldn't help but put the wooden box in her arms to her ear, pretending that this was the phone, and said softly: "Hey? Is that you? ”

Imagine the other person answers, "Well, it's me!" ”

Song Rumu smirked, thinking that she was a genius, and this kind of self-pleasure method could be thought up by her.

In a slightly better mood, Song Rumu opened the seal on the wooden box, took out Yan Shuiji's letter, and read it carefully. And after reading the letter, Song Rumu couldn't believe it, and after reading it again and again, she didn't dare to believe that it was true until she read it for the sixth time. Just because Yan Shuiji said in the letter that without her consent, the restaurant was opened to Hangzhou, and the business was unexpectedly good, almost every day, and it was the income of a few months in Fuyang in a few days, and he asked himself if he could allow him to open the restaurant to the capital, because now the people in the world can afford to eat good things, except for the rich Jiangnan, there are only high-ranking officials in the capital.

Song Rumu opened her mouth sluggishly, she originally thought that this day would have to wait for a few years, but she didn't expect that Yan Shuiji was only fifteen years old, and he dared to enter the business world so drastically. Song Rumu thought about it for a long time, and had to admit that in these years, the children of poor families were in charge early.

Since Yan Shuiji dares to do it, let him do it, anyway, the two of them should have been taken into the capital a long time ago and reunited with their respective husbands, and the children would be called daddy, but could it be that the matter over there in Fuyang was thrown away?

When Song Rumu's heart was excited, he didn't forget that Yan Shuiji not only had a mother, but also a grandmother and grandmother. So with these doubts, Song Rumu got up and came to his desk, added water and polished the ink, and then picked up the pen to write a reply to Yan Shuiji. After explaining all the doubts in his heart, he instructed Yan Shuijidao to "do everything according to your ability, don't be too anxious."

After getting up the second day, Song Rumu called Yan Xiaoji over, asked him to write a letter temporarily, put the letter into the wooden box together, and ordered the tea to be sent to the post house after lunch.

What Song Rumu didn't expect was that a month and a half later, when she received Yan Shuiji's reply, she also received another letter from her hometown in Mocheng. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )