Song Baguio stayed in a small inn for a day.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly left secretly.

The few secret guards who stared at Song Biyao almost scolded their mothers.

"Was this little girl really a lady before?" There is a secret guard who scolds secretly, how to act more carefully than these secret guards.

Another guard said, "You should have been trained from a young age. ”

"The water in the Prime Minister's Mansion is really deep."

"No matter how deep it is, it's useless, it's not as deep as our master."

The words "......" are irrefutable.

The secret guard who took the lead was Ah Wu, who warned: "Don't speak, stare carefully." If we lose someone, how will we explain to our master when we go back? ”

Thinking of the consequences of defeat, several of the guards shuddered.

It wasn't until another time to follow a stick of incense that Song Baguio dodged into a private house.

Conversations can be faintly heard outside—

"Who is it?" It's a middle-aged voice.

Song Biyao's voice sounded, "Father, it's me." ”

"Yao'er?" The other party was pleasantly surprised.

Ah Wu and others were also pleasantly surprised!

Song Baguio's father?!

Song Jinxian? The former Prime Minister of Song!

Ah Wu was surprised and a little natural.

There was already news that Song Jin had an accident on the way to distribute and later disappeared. Song Jin was sent over first, and everyone knew that his literati couldn't do any work, and sooner or later he would die on the border. However, his daughter is still missing, and it is not surprising that he was saved halfway. It was His Majesty's attitude that made some people in Beijing strange, because His Majesty knew that Song Jinxian was missing, and he didn't say anything about it.

Later, an old minister said that this was His Majesty's nostalgia and wanted to leave Song Jinxian a way to live.

Of course, the premise is that Song Jin first keeps to himself and does not make trouble again.

Several guards scattered, secretly checking the situation around them.

There were ordinary people living around, and they were all sleeping in the middle of the night. Later, it was confirmed that there was nothing abnormal, and he secretly blocked the escape route of the house. In addition, Ah Wu sneaked into the room alone, but happened to hear the conversation between the father and daughter.

Song Jin coughed a few times first, "...... The prince gave you 100,000 taels? ”

"Yes." Song Biyao replied with a cold face.

Song Jinxian said again: "This also shows that the prince has not given up on you." ”

"If I give up, I won't be able to leave Beijing."

"That's good, our father and daughter will rely on this money to make a comeback." Song Jinxian was like a rat crossing the street, living in hiding for some days, at first he really wanted to let go of everything and go to the south to live a peaceful life with his family, but then the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, "Yao'er, 100,000 taels can cultivate a group of talents, but it is only a batch." Let's plan well, first take out part of the money to do business, and the money will make money......"

According to Song Jinxian's meaning, it is to use money to make money and continuously cultivate people.

Song Jinxian said: "As long as we regain a force in our hands, we are not afraid that we will not be reused by Duan Wangye." ”

“…… Be. Song Biyao also agreed with her father's words in her heart.

Song Jinxian has the ability, as long as he is given time, he is confident that he can cultivate a group of usable people.

Song Baguio is not an ordinary person.

The father and daughter are together, and if they continue to stay like this, it will be a hidden danger in the future.

Ah Wu mourned for these two people, it was really bad luck, and he just saw that his hope was about to be dashed.

When Song Biyao left Beijing, she had already handed over several of her subordinates to Ying Jia. Therefore, in the private house here, except for a mother-in-law who serves Song Jinxian, there are only father and daughter left.