In Jiangyin City, in the courtyard of the Song family.

The old lady Song has not stopped yet, and the housekeeper Bai's mother is talking with the old lady.

Mother Bai looked at the hourglass on the cabinet: "Otherwise, I will send someone to ask, the uncle has always had a charter for doing things, and since he sent someone to tell him that he will come back to live, he will definitely come back." ”

Old Mrs. Song looked at Mother Bai: "Presumably Brother Xuan is stumped, the army is too busy, don't bother him." ”

Mother Bai nodded, and was about to get up to change the tea for Mrs. Song.

The housekeeper's mother outside came in and said: "Old lady, the eternal night has sent a letter, the uncle has gone back to the barracks, there is no need to leave the door here, you can rest too!" ”

Mrs. Song was stunned, and immediately became worried: "Is there something important in the barracks?" ”

The housekeeper's mother said: "Yongye said that the uncle drank more wine and rested in the military tent. ”

Mrs. Song thought for a moment, then nodded: "Got it, let's drop the bolt!" ”

The housekeeper's mother withdrew, and Bai's mother helped Mrs. Song to settle down: "There won't be any trouble in the barracks suddenly, it's not like the uncle's temper to say it so late." ”

"Yes," Mrs. Song sat on the bed, "this kid has never done anything wrong for so many years, and he has never lost his word when he promises, how did he do it?" No one is a saint, everyone will make mistakes, and I am always afraid that his string will be too tight, and I will be even more disheartened in the long run.

What's the use of getting more when the time comes. ”

Mother Bai nodded: "The old lady is thoughtful. ”

"It's okay now," Mrs. Song smiled, "There has finally been a change, my heart has settled down a lot, this sleep will definitely sleep peacefully, and sure enough, I answered that sentence, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and it is useless to be anxious, and those worries will be solved at that time." ”

Mother Bai heard the chord sound outside the words: "What does the old lady mean, the uncle is like this because of Miss Xu?" ”

"Then who else," said Mrs. Song, laughing, "Are you older than me?" Why are you so confused. ”

Mother Bai looked ashamed: "No matter how young the slave is, she can't compare to the old lady, and our Song family doesn't have to rely on you." ”

Mrs. Song lay on the bed and closed her eyes: "I'm old, maybe I won't need to deal with these things in the future." ”

Mother Bai was taken aback when she heard this, and looked at Mrs. Song in a daze.

"How?" Mrs. Song said, "Is there anything else?" ”

"No," Mother Bai pursed her lips, "The slave just thinks that you still have to be cautious, this family is not something that everyone can deserve." ”

"I think that child is more transparent than when I was young," said Mrs. Song, "I am old, what is the use of holding those, in the end I still have to spread my hands." ”

Mother Bai stopped talking, put down the curtain and bowed her head.

Mrs. Song closed her eyes and remembered that one night, someone visited the Song family and asked the Song family to come forward to help save someone.

Then in a small boat, she saw the dying child, and she thought that the child would not survive.

His chest was pierced, his breath was already very weak, and his body was covered with feces, and he curled up there motionless.

This is a trouble, if the Song family takes over this trouble, it means that the Song family's hundred-year semi-secluded life will come to an end, and it is very likely that because of this incident, it will bring disaster to the Song family.

Will the Song ancestor agree? The old lady Quanxia will not complain about her.

She hesitated, and in her opinion, even if she reached out to save her, the child would not survive, and perhaps now that he was unconscious, the best outcome would be to die slowly.

When the time comes, she will have a coffin prepared to bury him, so that he will not be in the wilderness.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Song was about to raise her feet and leave, but her thin and thin arm stretched out, and her little hand full of stains firmly grasped the corner of her skirt, as if she would not let go of anything.

The child was speechless, his flesh smelled of rancidity, but his eyes were still so clear, and the desire to survive flashed in them.

She has seen too much suffering, and she has heard the old lady talk about all kinds of joys and sorrows, but at that moment she was moved by those eyes, so she ordered someone to bring the child back, cover up everything before him, and let him stay in the Song family as the uncle of the Song family, named Song Chengxuan.

It is not so much that she saved Brother Xuan, but that Brother Xuan survived on his own, and when he treated his injuries, he was very dangerous, his weak body was like coals of fire, and the whole person convulsed because of this, but he just gritted his teeth and survived, and the wound on his chest gradually healed, he was like a child, slowly getting out of bed in front of her, resuming walking, practicing his fists and feet in the yard, studying hard until late at night, taking the family guards to work on the boat, and every time he came back, he was nine deaths.

Gradually, some people said that her children would definitely revitalize the Song family in the future, and what it would take others ten years to complete, he would take two or three years to do.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, probably no one would have been able to believe that the majestic Lord Song was the child who was full of pickles and dying.

Everyone feared him and feared him, but she felt that the child had not changed, and that he was still curled up there with a scar.

The wound on his chest never healed, and he was still naked in front of people, but no one saw it, and no one dared to look at it.

She was always worried that the child's injuries were too serious, and there was no chance of healing, and sooner or later he would be dragged down and tired.

Fortunately, God still treated him well, and it was a gift to him.

A while ago, she received news that the girl was the eldest lady of the Marquis of Anyi's mansion, she was not the same as Xue Shen thought, she felt that it was a good thing.

She didn't want Brother Xuan to be extreme because of hatred, but she couldn't persuade her, there was always someone who could really influence him and make him make some changes.

If he is willing to ask to marry Miss Xu, then there is no need to prove anything, Miss Xu herself has already made him do this.

The Song family has seen too many people, lost because of power, and too many battles will always be infected with anger, and only by having a stumbling block can people often find their hearts.

With a hint of a smile, Mrs. Song fell asleep.

……

Song Chengxuan took Xu Qinghuan back to the barracks on horseback, walked all the way into the military tent, and pulled her to sit on the bed.

Xu Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at Song Chengxuan after a while, his face was calm, as before, he didn't look drunk at all.

His eyes met, and he raised his hand as if to smooth her slightly messy sideburns, but his hand did not let go.

"Lord Song," Xu Qinghuan said, "you're drunk...... Only...... Take a break! ”

Xu Qinghuan seemed to see Song Chengxuan nodded, and then the person lay down, lying on the simple wooden bed in the military tent with a loud noise.

Xu Qinghuan's eyes widened, he stood up, and looked at the man on the bed in disbelief.

Is he really drunk?

Every move no longer looks like a normal day, but it is a little cute.