In Ah Jiu's mind, a vague black shadow flashed.

"I can't remember what he looked like when he was a child, if he was standing in front of me at the moment, I wouldn't know him, let alone him, I look so ordinary."

Although this answer is poignant, Ah Jiu still has to be honest.

She didn't care too much, three days later, the cave room spent candle nights, didn't she know what he looked like? He was so delicate when he was a child, and when he grows up, he must look better.

Ruoxi was slightly stunned, inexplicably feeling that Ah Jiu was so affectionate and casual, and she also felt that this was too different from the relationship between her childhood sweetheart and her imagination.

I don't even remember what the other party looks like, how did her obsession do it so deeply, and I still remember it.

However, now that she is about to get married, she doesn't seem to have a reason to say cool things.

"Mother doesn't prepare a dowry for you, I've hidden some private money over the years......"

"I have prepared the dowry, the eighth sister doesn't need to worry about it, but you, after I get married, you are in the house, be careful."

Over the years, she has saved a lot of money, just waiting to get married, and Beichen is generous, and secretly brought her a box of gold ingots the night before, she is very rich now.

"In any case, we are also mother and daughter, and she won't do anything to me."

Ruoxi put away his pitiful private money.

She has been sick all these years and has no source of income, compared to her, Ah Jiu, the small owner who opened a medical hall, is indeed much richer.

Ah Jiu nodded, thinking of her stepmother, she was also sad.

Unexpectedly, in order to deal with herself, she could even think of such a method, it was her own daughter, she could do it.

In the future, when she settles down in the Hou Mansion, she still has to find an opportunity to take the eighth sister out.

A lady like her will break when she touches it, but she is not as strong and easy to bully as her.

On this upcoming big day, the two friends are about to tie the knot, and Beichen is ready to drink the wedding wine, and after they are newly married, they will bother every day.

But on the night of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, in the middle of the night, his mother suddenly broke into his room with a letter, and his mother's eyes, which had always been steady, were red and swollen, and it was difficult to hide her panic.

After reading the letter, Beichen was also stunned.

"How is this possible? How could our caravan be hijacked? Wasn't it all good in previous years? ”

Beichen read the contents of the letter and panicked.

The caravan had only been on its way for five or six days, but news came that all the grain, grass and medicinal materials that had been transported to southern Xinjiang had been hijacked by mountain bandits, and their whereabouts were still unknown.

And it was so coincidental that the front foot received bad news, and the back foot received a letter from his father in southern Xinjiang.

In that place in southern Xinjiang, the climate is harsh, especially now, the imperial capital is only in August, and it is already snowing heavily, and this year is even worse, it has been rainy for several days, and the soldiers who are often stationed in southern Xinjiang can't bear it, and they are sick a lot, and the caravan responsible for escorting grain and grass nearby is also delayed, but they are short of food and medicine, and my father has a letter of resignation, which is to ask for help.

The caravan's deliveries had been hijacked, and it happened to be a natural disaster, and the situation was terrible.

Beichen could almost imagine that his father was hungry and cold at this moment, sitting at the gate of the city, looking into the distance, looking forward to rescue.

"Mother, don't worry, prepare me with silver taels and manpower, and I will send them myself."

It's too late to take care of the bandits who hijacked their caravan, and the lives of my father and those warriors are at stake.

"No, the border is dangerous, you haven't traveled since you were a child, how can you take risks, I entered the palace to ask for a meeting with the Holy Lord, and asked him to send an army to ......"

"If the Holy One could be the master, my father wouldn't have to write us a letter for help."

Beichen interrupted with a word.

Today's saint is mediocre and incompetent, and has no opinions, if he is usually Beichen, it doesn't matter, but now his father's life, he doesn't want to entrust it to such a saint.

Besides, if my father thinks that God can solve the problem, why should he write to his family?

The caravan in charge of escorting grain and grass in the south suddenly disappeared, presumably there was another hidden reason in this, but it was inconvenient to explain it in the letter.

After all, he had to go.

Seeing that her son was so resolute, Wei also put away her panic, after all, she was the one who opened countless restaurants in the imperial capital and became the richest woman, and quickly calmed down.

"Give me a day."

The southern border is at least a month away from the imperial capital, and this letter should have been sent for a long time, and their current situation is not known how bad it is, so they must not stop at all and rush there immediately.

Beichen nodded and began to pack his luggage.

On the eighth day of the eighth month of August, Zuiyue wore a bright red wedding dress and rode a horse to greet the bride.

Playing gongs and drums all the way, it was very lively, but his expression was stinky, as if someone owed him millions of taels, but there was a strange smug smile in that impatient expression, which really made people unable to see what he was thinking.

From the Hou Mansion to the Sang Mansion, two streets were bypassed, and the streets were full of pedestrians watching the excitement, many of whom were the first time to see the rumored grumor-tempered, murderous little Hou Ye, who had the ability to make people sluggish.