Huaiyang Hou lives in the outer courtyard, and the one adjacent to his courtyard is just renovated and specially vacated for Fu Yanshan to live in. Song Yige's eyes swept over the two courtyards lightly, and sure enough, this Fu Yanshan was very popular with Huaiyanghou.

It's no wonder that Song Hengbo has been talking about this person all the time yesterday, but Aunt Song's vision is short-sighted.

The men of the Song Mansion withered, and there was no side branch to inherit the Hou Mansion, since this was the case, then this Fu Yanshan, as the only disciple of Huaiyang Hou, was very likely to become the person who inherited the mantle of Huaiyang Hou.

Although he can't inherit this Huaiyang Houfu, the military power in his hands ...... But it's also a big piece of fat.

You say, why didn't this Aunt Song think about it and kicked him away? In the end, it was cheaper for Song Jinxiu. If Fu Yanshan really became Song Jinxiu's husband, maybe even she would have to rely on Song Jinxiu's snort to live in the future.

Song Yige looked up at the plaque in front of the courtyard, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked to the entrance of the courtyard, guarding outside the courtyard were two Huaiyang Hou's personal guards, and he was also respectful when he saw her: "The seventh girl is here." ”

"I don't know if Daddy is here?"

"Master Hou is discussing with Master Fu now, and I need the girl to wait for a while." The guard replied.

Song Yige bowed his head, his eyes quietly swept over them, and looked at the deserted courtyard, the snow had covered the courtyard scenery, and after a while, a huge figure suddenly crashed into his eyes.

The man is as bright as the moon, his demeanor is eternal, and he is carrying a full sleeve of wind and snow, suddenly coming from eternity, lonely and deserted.

"He's ...... That son of the Fu family? Song Yige asked in a low voice, and then quietly took a step back to avoid it.

When he walked out of the courtyard, Fu Yanshan seemed to be thinking about something, his eyelids were curled and his head hung slightly, but he didn't see Song Yige hiding on the side.

The guard glanced at Song Yige with a little confusion, and quickly took his eyes off her body.

Although in the first half of her life, she was also indulgent, and she didn't look like a girl in the boudoir, but she never met with foreign men, which she always remembered well.

After waiting for Fu Yanshan to leave, Song Yige walked in with the big coat he was wearing.

Huaiyanghou's study was silent, as if he had known that she was back, and had prepared tea early in the morning and was waiting for her. When she entered, the tea was just ready.

Song Yige's footsteps paused, she pretended to look up inadvertently and quietly looked at the current titular father.

She had met Huaiyanghou many times before, but this was the first time she had come to her study to meet him as Huaiyanghou's daughter, and she didn't feel any uneasiness in her heart, but she felt a little twisted.

Huaiyang Hou also noticed her footsteps early in the morning, and after hearing it, he put down the utensils in his hand: "It's here, since it's here, why can't you come?" Is it possible, do you want me to go over and ask you to do it? ”

Song Yige lowered his head and walked over in small steps: "Father...... Daddy. ”

Huaiyang Hou's hand pouring tea stiffened, turned his head to look at her, and there was a bit of scrutiny in his eyes: "You and I haven't seen each other for a few months, but I have a lot of points." ”

"You never called me father before." Huaiyang Hou sighed, and his eyebrows rose in frustration, "This time, are you still blaming me?" ”

"My daughter never dared to blame her father, she only blamed her brother for being too weak to bear your expectations of him."

Although Song Yige's tone was soft, the resentment in his words was too obvious, and that undisguised made him feel a little relieved.

"But ......," Song Yige changed his words, "I woke up today and heard, Daddy, have you accepted a disciple?" ”

"Hmm." Speaking of this person, Huaiyang Hou was also a little interested, "Then what do you think of Zifang?" ”

Song Yige tilted his head in some surprise: "Daddy, who is Zifang?" ”

"You don't know?"

Song Yige smiled and shook his head: "My daughter doesn't know." ”

"It's my disciple, Fu Yanshan, with flawed words." Huaiyang Hou said, he was also a little interested, and poured a cup of tea in front of Song Yige, "It's rare for your father to come back once, so you can talk to your father here for a while." ”

After saying that, Huaiyang Hou turned around again and said to the little guy outside the door: "Is the eldest prince awake?" If you are awake, you will also take the eldest prince over. ”

Song Yige leaned over and pressed Huaiyanghou's hand: "Daddy, if the frost is heavy today, my brother is not in good health, don't shout, if Daddy has anything to say, it's the same for my daughter to bring it over." ”

Huaiyang Hou shook her hand with his backhand: "Ge'er, I know that you feel sorry for Yimo's child, he is also his father's flesh and blood, and his father is naturally distressed, but Ge'er, you don't use ink as a vase, if you touch it slightly, you think he will break." ”

"Caring is messy, understand?"

Song Yige took a deep breath and nodded, he listened to Huaiyanghou's words, and did not stop Huaiyanghou from bringing Song Yimo all the way over.

The aroma of tea smoke wafted into the nose.

Vaguely, Song Yige heard Huaiyang Hou asking, "Ge'er, what do you think of Zifang?" ”

When Song Yige heard this, he smiled lightly and suppressed all the uneasiness in his heart: "My cousin looks very good, my daughter wants to be in the world, and there must be countless people who can flock to her cousin." ”

"Look at what you're saying, as if Zifang is the only one face left to see." Huaiyang Hou smiled, "Ge'er, you probably have a year to go." ”

Song Yige: "Yes." ”

Huaiyang Hou pondered and looked up: "Now, can there be people who like each other?" ”

"Daddy, since ancient times, marriage has been a major event, it is the words of the parents' destiny, and then the daughter is trapped in the boudoir all day long, I really don't know, which son in this Jinling City is handsome, which can be called a good match." Song Yige replied with lowered eyes.

Where I looked was a low table in front of me, on which was a tea set, and some white gas was desperately drilling out from the spout of the teapot.

The smoke was wrapped around the outside, Song Yige's mind moved slightly, and she just wanted to stretch out her finger to pass through the white smoke, but she found that she was no longer the person she was at the beginning, so she could only suppress such a small habit in her heart.

Huaiyang Hou was actually quite satisfied with his daughter's answer, and he drank all the tea in front of him with a smile: "Naturally, you have no intention of falling in love with someone, so this candidate will be decided by your father for you, how about it?" ”

The fingers in the sleeves were pinched by her, but she still hung her head with a smile: "Everything is just as Daddy orders." ”

After a while, the hidden door was opened from the outside, and a delicate man walked in slowly, covered with wind and snow.

"Brother." Song Yige, who was worried about how to move the topic away from her family affairs, saw that Song Yimo was coming, so she hurriedly got up, ran over, and pretended to be intimate and stuck to Song Yimo's side, "You are finally here." ”

Seeing that it was his own little ancestor, Song Yimo hurriedly smiled and pulled the person away from his side: "Ge'er, I have a heavy cold on my body, you are sick, don't catch a cold because of me again." ”

Song Yige hugged Song Yimo and refused to let go: "Brother, is this disliking me?" ”

Song Yimo helplessly looked down at the girl who was not as tall as his shoulders, and was just about to bend down to hug her like when he was a child, but found that the girl in front of him was no longer at the age when she was four or five years old and could be coquettish in her arms, so she could only take her hand and take her to the low table again and sit down.

Huaiyang Hou turned his head: "Add another charcoal basin." ”

Song Yimo hurriedly stopped: "Father, it's hot enough in the house, there is no need to add another brazier for the child." ”

Who knew that Huaiyang Hou waved his hand: "It's okay, you can't stand the cold, and Ge'er can't stand the cold, I'll go change into a slightly thinner clothes, you two brothers and sisters, let's talk to yourself for a while." With that, Huaiyang Hou got up seriously and returned to the sleeping room from the study.

As soon as he left, Song Yimo took out the hand stove in his sleeve and stuffed it into Song Yige's hand: "Why are your hands so cold?" Didn't the nurse prepare a hand stove for you to warm up? ”

Song Yige took it: "I was in a hurry, I forgot." ”

Song Yimo didn't suspect anything, after all, this kind of thing happened, not once or twice, Song Yimo lowered her head intently to warm her hands, and waited for her hands to be slightly warm, then let go of her hands: "Why do you wake up, come to my father, I also told the nurse, when you wake up, the first to inform me, I will go over to see you." ”

"Brother, you are not in good health, and now it is a harsh winter, if you have anything to do with you, let the little guy around you come and spread the word, I can just go over, why bother my brother to run again." Song Yige also felt that his hands were warmer, so he handed the hand stove back, "If my brother's body is not good, I will naturally worry about it day and night." ”

"After all, I'll be in time for next year, and I still want to receive a gift from my brother."

In fact, before he entered the mansion, Fu Yanshan knew that when he came to the Song Mansion, he would not live in peace, but he didn't know that he could be uneasy to this point.

He looked at Song Hengbo, who stopped him expressionlessly, and was still domineering, even if he had a very good temperament, he was now worn out by seven points.

However, according to his upbringing and etiquette, even if he didn't like it, he wouldn't let the master's family lose face in someone else's house, so he took a step back and said, "Zifang has seen the four girls." ”

Hearing his voice, Song Hengbo, who was still domineering, suddenly became shy, twisted his body, and even the words he said were soft, not half of the usual sharpness: "Cousin, why be polite." ”

Fu Yanshan's face condensed: "If the four girls are fine, Zifang will retreat first." ”

"Cousin, wait a minute." Song Hengbo carried the hem of his skirt and pounced like a butterfly, and suddenly stopped in front of Fu Yanshan, "Hengbo is looking for his cousin now, naturally there is something to do, and I ask my cousin to give Hengbo some time." ”

Fu Yanshan narrowed his eyelids: "The fourth girl is polite, if there is anything in the house, the Hou Ye will tell me, and it will not trouble the four girls." ”

"Can you ......" Fu Yanshan raised his eyes, his gaze was like a deep pool, "Please move the fourth girl?" ”

In fact, what Fu Yanshan said was not polite, but some people just ate this set, Song Hengbo turned to the side with a shy cheek, and gave the way to Fu Yanshan.

After Fu Yanshan bowed his head, he left this place expressionlessly.