When the carriage walked to Yicheng, Song Huaian looked curiously at the border city-state.

Compared with Wujing City, it is obviously poorer here, and the pedestrians are dressed in rough clothes, but there are a lot of businessmen, Song Huaian accidentally saw a carriage engraved with the logo of Feiyan, and even if he sighed, he was still a late lady.

The princess of the palace can do business here.

The Guogong Mansion was almost as imagined, majestic and solemn, and there were two rows of guards standing outside the door.

After Song Huai'an got off the carriage, he looked at the palace guards in single clothes, it was already winter, and the northern border was no better than the imperial city, and it was already very cold at this time.

"Aren't they wearing a little less?"

Song Huaian just asked suspiciously, and the old man glanced at it when he heard this, and said with a smile.

"The sons and daughters of the border are like this at this time, they are used to it, if they can't bear it, it's better to go home and farm early."

Song Huai'an pursed her lips when she listened, she knew that guarding the border must not be a happy errand, and she couldn't help but admire this scene now.

In the evening, the Guogong Mansion prepared a banquet, which could be regarded as a dust wash for Princess Jing.

There were not many people at the table, except for the old general, who was an eight or nine-year-old ghost.

Seeing Song Huai'an's doubts, the old man smiled and said, "This is my grandson, Yue Wangjing." ”

Song Huai'an looked at this little child, she looked beautiful and cute, her eyes were very alert, but she was a little thin, she didn't ask more about his parents, she just smiled and shook her head.

"You can't raise it very well, the eldest grandson of the dignified country's mansion, how can you look at it if you are not strong."

Duke Shu Guo is at the border, there has always been no shortage of compliments around him, but there are few such outspoken words, he laughed, and sighed again for a while.

Thinking of his son and daughter-in-law who left prematurely, his face was a little sad.

"I'm old, and I'm busy with military affairs on weekdays, so I really neglect to take care of it, but Wangjing is a sensible child, I hope he grows up healthy and can inherit the mantle of old age in the future."

Of course, Song Huaian nodded, she glanced at Yue Wangjing, who was sitting upright and eating, like a little adult.

"Don't worry, it will."

After the banquet, the Duke of Shu Guo rode away from the Guogong Mansion again, after all, he was busy with military affairs, and he did not have time to accompany Song Huai'an all the time.

However, when he left, he arranged for a female general to be responsible for protecting and taking care of Song Huai'an's safety.

Song Huaian looked at the tall woman in front of him, and for some reason he felt a full sense of security, at this time there was still a little ghost standing beside her, so the two of them raised their heads together and looked at the female general with admiration.

Luan Qingyun suddenly felt an invisible pressure when he saw it.

She coughed dryly and fell to one knee.

"Subordinate Luan Qingyun, meet Princess Jing."

Song Huaian held Yue Xiaogui with one hand, and patted the shoulder of the scared woman with the other.

"It turns out that the general's name is Qingyun, it is indeed a good name, my name is Song Huai'an, and you call me Huai'an."

Hearing this, Luan Qingyun raised his eyes and glanced at the young guard who had been following Princess Jing and had been looking at him coldly, and immediately lowered his head again.

"The subordinates don't dare."

Song Huai'an saw that others were unwilling, and he no longer insisted on it.

"In short, I'll ask General Luan in the future."

It was not early, Song Huaian sent the future Xiaoguo Gong in his hand to the people of the Guogong Mansion, and went back to the courtyard where he was arranged.

After all, she had been tired for a long time, and she had long wanted to lie down on the bed and have a good rest.

Chu Yan was arranged in the side courtyard next door, and when he left, he repeatedly asked him to blow the whistle he gave her before if anything happened.

Song Huaian nodded perfunctorily.

Since leaving the Jingwang Mansion, this man has asked her to tie the little whistle to her purse and check it every day.

Originally, it was nothing to act cautiously, but he was vigilant every day, and he didn't trust anything, Song Huaian really felt that it was unnecessary.

After all, she is Princess Jing, even if someone really wants to kill her, she has to pick a hidden place to do it, and besides, she is an open-minded Guogong Mansion, if something happens, can the Duke of Shu Guo escape?

So he's definitely going to send someone to guard this place well.

As long as she doesn't run around and look for death, there shouldn't be any problems.

There was no dream all night, Song Huai'an slept sweetly this night, this is not the Jingwang Mansion, and there is no Kou Jingyu to urge her to get up and eat during the day, she is simply happy, okay.

It's just that when the sun was three poles, Song Huaian heard the squeak of opening the door in a daze,

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and saw a long shadow.

Song Huai'an was startled, she sat up from the bed suddenly, and was about to be frightened when she heard a childish and crisp child's voice.

"Why can't the princess's sister get up, is she sick?"

Song Huai'an turned his head in a daze, only to see a small head sticking in from the crack in the door.

It's Yue Wangjing.

The imp startled her.

"Why are you here?"

But after all, she is the eldest grandson of the Duke of Shuguo, and she still asked politely and gently.

"Wangjing came to call the princess's sister for dinner, but she came several times......"

Listening to the slightly aggrieved voice of Yue Xiaogui, Song Huaian suddenly felt a little blushing, she quickly cleaned up and got up, and when she opened the door, she saw the little ghost who was still squatting at the door counting ants, and her expression softened.

She doesn't like children.

But this child seems to be too sensible and obedient, which makes her a little motherly love.

Really.

"Wangjing, have you ever eaten?"

Yue Xiaogui shook his head when he heard this, his face was somehow stained with some mud, and his black and white eyes were so bright that he looked up at Song Huaian and quickly lowered his head.

"No, I'm going to wait for the princess's sister to be with me."

Song Huaian silently spat out the old blood.

Oh my God.

It was I who sinned today.

"It's Sister Huai'an's mistake, my sister will have to get up early to have breakfast with you in the future!"

Chu Yan, who had been guarding outside the courtyard gate for a long time, was surprised when he heard this.

Obediently, Song Huai'an, who couldn't be coaxed by the prince in the past, actually swore to get up early.

This kid is quite capable.

Song Huai'an led Yue Xiaogui, listened to the handsome little Zhengtai and a little sister, and listened to it with excitement and longed to travel back to modern times, buy a bunch of lollipops and come back and stuff them all into Yue Xiaogui's hands.

But in reality, although she didn't have a lollipop, she had silver, so she immediately took out a tael of silver from her pocket and threw it to Chu Yan.

"Buy me a copy of all the delicious food in Yicheng and bring it back."

Chu Yan looked at the one or two pieces of silver in his hand, and looked at Song Huai'an, who was eating with the little ghost head with an expressionless face.

This buckle woman.

Just give one or two what kind of magnanimity......

Chu Yan pulled his face or turned around and left, waiting for Song Huaian and Yue Xiaogui to finish eating before coming back, still holding a bunch of sweets and pastries in his arms.

Song Huaian looked at a bunch of things and was very satisfied, counted them on the spot, and then divided them in half with Yue Xiaogui, and after dividing them, he glanced at Chu Yan, who was leaning against the door and standing in his arms.

"The rest of the change will be your errand tip......"

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