"The border is urgent!"

"Your Majesty, please allow your Majesty to lead the troops to help the Tiger Prison Pass!"

Song Qinglan heard the news of the emergency at the border gate, and immediately asked for help.

Xuan Wenheng thought for a moment and then agreed.

Unfortunately, on the day of departure, Song Qinglan came to the menstrual incident, and the war was tight, and the soldiers had already rolled up their trousers and started to cross the river. The other side of the river is not far away, so there is no need to take a boat, but the river water is cold and biting, Song Qinglan frowned, she didn't want to drag her feet, and she also went into the river.

After crossing the river, the group did not have time to change their clothes, and dragged their dripping pants to continue their journey.

Her stomach cramped, her legs and back ached, and she shivered with pain.

After several days of hurrying, Song Qinglan's body as strong as a calf finally collapsed.

When they arrived at the Tiger Prison Pass, Song Qinglan handed over this team of men and horses to Xuan Wenguang's hands, and collapsed.

Seeing Song Qinglan like this, Xuan Wenguang felt a violent pain in his chest, and immediately ordered the military doctor to come over for treatment, and at the same time found the local Lang Zhong to diagnose and treat him.

The matter at the border pass has been resolved, he sent someone to the palace to deliver the letter without the support of reinforcements, calculate the time, it was when the letter was sent, Song Qinglan and his party were already on the way, so she did not receive the news.

The military doctor knew that this was the general Xiaolie personally appointed by His Majesty, so he didn't dare to neglect her, and admired her for being a heroine among women.

After the soup was boiled, Song Qinglan refused to drink it, and the maid tried all kinds of methods, but the soup couldn't be poured in, and everyone was anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Xuanwen Guangping withdrew from everyone, holding a medicine bowl and medicinal soup in his mouth, bowed his head and personally fed her to drink.

For three days, Song Qinglan's face finally turned bloody, and she slowly opened her eyes in the silent night.

"You're finally willing to wake up?"

Xuan Wenguang's eyes were full of red bloodshots, his beard was unkempt, unkempt, his tone was happy, and the hanging heart was finally let go.

"You, have you been here to take care of me?" Song Qinglan asked weakly, wanting to raise her hand to touch his pale and bloodless face.

Xuan Wenguang didn't answer her words, holding her hand and putting it in the quilt: "It's good if you're awake." ”

Xuan Wenguang turned his head and took a deep breath, swallowing the sour and unbearable meaning in his heart. He was not a fragile person, and he was used to seeing life and death, but when he saw her lying motionless on the bed, he was really afraid.

It was only then that he realized his intentions.

Xuan Wenguang called the military doctor to check Song Qinglan's pulse, he walked out, went to the study and asked his subordinates to prepare pen and ink, pick up the pen and write the letter, and then, the letter was sent to the hands of Xuan Zheng and Xuan Wenheng in the capital.

The letter was a request for His Majesty's marriage, Xuan Wenguang had long known Song Qinglan's thoughts, but at the beginning, he felt that it was really hard for her to let her stay at the border with him. This time we met, guarded for several days in a row, no matter what, he would not let go.

He seemed to understand that for Song Qinglan, the harsh environment at the border pass did not make her feel bitter, but that she couldn't be with the people she loved, and she couldn't do anything to protect the people, which was what made her feel bitter.

In the palace, Xuan Wenheng was moved by the affection between Xuan Wenguang and Song Qinglan, and weighed the pros and cons in his heart, as long as Song Jiajun was not handed over to Song Qinglan, she could marry Xuan Wenguang. After discussing this matter with Xuan Zheng, he immediately summoned Song Qi into the palace.

Song Qi explained the situation of the Song family, Xuan Wenheng put his mind at ease, wrote a will, and after the border pass calmed down, the two would return to the capital to get married.

"The emperor's edict said, King Guang stationed at the border pass, for many years for the North Chu border pass peace, born and died, hard work, outstanding military achievements, married Song Qinglan, the daughter of the Song family, and ordered her to return to Beijing to be rewarded for marriage!"

The wedding date is set for the sixth day of the next month.

When He heard that his daughter was given marriage by His Majesty, he paced back and forth happily, and his daughter finally got married, and she didn't become an old girl.

It's just that if you marry King Guang, don't you have to go to the border?

Thinking that he would not be able to see his daughter often in the future, He sat at the table and wiped away his tears.

Song Qi came in and saw He crying, and persuaded: "As parents, it's enough to see our children happy, and Lan'er is happy to marry King Guang." ”

"Even if Lan'er marries someone in the capital, except for the New Year's holidays, she won't be able to see each other a few times."

He cried and cried: "Having said that, the border can be thousands of miles apart!" ”

Song Qi persuaded him with kind words for a long time, but seeing that He Shi still had a sad and sad face, he had to change the topic: "Lan'er is going back to the capital after dealing with the border affairs, do you want to prepare?" ”

Only then did He Shi realize that his daughter was coming back, wiped his tears, and ordered his subordinates to clean up the house.

A few days later, Song Qinglan and Xuan Wenguang returned to the capital together and sent people back to the Song Mansion.

In the Song Mansion, Song Qinglan accompanied the He family and talked for a long time, and the He family saw that his daughter was happy from the bottom of his heart, so he also recognized this family business, not to mention, it was His Majesty who gave the marriage, and the Song Mansion did not dare to resist the decree.

"The wedding date is so close, I have to hurry up and prepare the wedding dress."

Xuan Wenguang prepared the clothes and sent someone to send them over, Song Qinglan sighed, and worried with the needle and thread: "I really don't want to make these things myself, I always can't do them well, I'm in a hurry, and I won't let me sharpen the axe in the embroidered wedding dress!" ”

"Then don't do it, let the people in Xiufang do the wedding dress, and the embroidery is better!"

Song Qinglan thought about it, but they all said that when a woman gets married, the wedding dress must be embroidered by herself to be auspicious, and the husband and wife will be full of togetherness, and they will be together for a hundred years: "Mother, I will embroider the wedding dress and hijab myself, and after the embroidery is finished, I will take it to the show and let the embroidery girls help change it." ”

……

On the day of the wedding, Song Qinglan still got up early to practice.

He was helpless, an ordinary girl got married, and she was panicked all day long at the wedding, and she was fully prepared, and when she arrived at her daughter, she was still playing with guns early in the morning.

"Okay, stop practicing, hurry up and go to the shower and change clothes, don't delay the hour!"

Song Qinglan answered, shook off the spear, went back to the room with a grin, tore the clothes on her body, and jumped into the bathtub.

After she came out, the maids and ladies were in a hurry, and finally dressed her in a wedding dress and sent her to the main hall.

In the main hall, Xuan Wenguang and Song Qinglan stood in front of Song Qi and He.

Song Qi and He said to the two: "In the future, you must move forward hand in hand. ”

"Father and mother rest assured, the son-in-law will take care of Qinglan."

He held back his tears, watched the two go out with Song Qi, and then went to the courtyard to receive the guests.

The capital was very lively, Xuan Wenguang's subordinates and the Song family's sunset army waited at the door of the Song Mansion early, Song Qinglan sat in the sedan chair, and Xuan Wenguang rode a high-headed horse to the Guangwang Mansion.

Here is a happy marriage, but some people are not happy.

Countess Yongrong has heard a lot of gossip recently, saying that her son was not worthy of Song Qinglan in the first place, and that she was jealous that she would speak ill of Song Qinglan at the palace banquet in the first place. Now, Song Qinglan is marrying so beautifully, she can't swallow this breath, and after thinking about it, she decided that she must not let Song Qinglan's marriage go smoothly.

Song Qinglan sat in a sedan chair, the sedan chair had just walked out of a street, and when she reached the corner, a crazy stick appeared out of nowhere, carrying a bucket of chicken blood and splashing it on Song Qinglan's sedan chair.

Suddenly, the scene became bloody, and a strong smell of chicken blood permeated.

The god stick also shouted loudly in his mouth: "Evil God possessed, evil God possessed, idle people, etc., all dodge!" ”

Liu Er kicked the magic stick away and glared at her angrily.

Song Qinglan came out of the sedan chair, threw down the fan that covered her face in her hand, looked around, and her eyes fell on a luxurious sedan chair in the corner.

Song Qinglan angrily took big strides to the sedan chair, tore open the curtain, grabbed the collar of the middle-aged woman inside, and dragged her out and threw her to the ground.

"Countess Yongrong, how have you been lately?!"

The Song Mansion treats the soldiers well, these elderly and disabled soldiers have always been supported by the Song Mansion, and seeing the young master being bullied like this at this moment, it must be ten thousand who disagree.

"Young master, as long as you give an order, we will fight for this old life, and we will fight for a breath!"

The Sunset Army traveled with the wedding procession, dressed up as people beating gongs and drums, just to protect Song Qinglan's safety, at this moment, everyone was glaring angrily, and they were threatening to hit the Earl of Yongrong's mansion.

Song looked at these soldiers who were old enough to be her uncles, her nose was sour, she was angry in her heart, but she couldn't affect these old men.

Xuan Wenguang, who was walking in front, also stopped when he heard the movement, turned over and dismounted, walked over quickly, and understood what was happening at a glance.

He turned to the guards and said, "The evil god has possessed the Countess of Yongrong, for the sake of the lady, quickly find a goddess to show the lady." ”

The guards responded and arrested the Countess of Yongrong.

Liu Er helped Song Qinglan to get on another spare sedan chair, brought a new fan, and the group set off again.

……

When he arrived at King Guang's Mansion, Xuan Wenguang entertained a group of guests, and Song Qinglan went back to the bedroom to rest.

At night, Xuan Wenguang pushed the door in, and saw Song Qinglan hurriedly picking up the fan to cover his face and straightening his sitting posture, he chuckled and said, "There is no one else here, put the fan down, you can lie down freely." ”

Xuan Wenguang walked over with a wine glass: "I haven't drunk the glass of wine yet!" ”

He helped her take off the phoenix crown on her head, and suddenly, Song Qinglan felt that her head was much lighter, refreshed, and her neck could be straightened.

Song Qinglan rubbed her neck and asked curiously, "Countess Yongrong, what did you do to her?" ”

"Locked her in the chicken coop, splashed her with chicken blood, and let her stay with the chicken for ten days and half a month, and at the same time live together to feel it well, and then release it."

"Hahaha......"

Song Qinglan imagined that in the chicken coop, the plopping chickens rushed up, scratching the face of the countess of Yongrong, and a miserable scream resounded through the sky, she laughed heartily and loudly, and her stomach hurt when she laughed.

Xuan Wenguang likes her unrestrained and indulgent appearance, which brings her closer to him. Suddenly approaching, Song Qinglan suddenly became nervous, she had never been so nervous when she went into battle to kill the enemy, and her hand tightly grasped the big red quilt.

The candle flame flickered, and Song Qinglan, who added a shy color to her face, was more feminine than usual.

Xuan Wenguang reached out and untied the belt around her waist and kissed her eyelids, cheeks, and lips.

Seeing that Song Qinglan lowered her head and was embarrassed, Xuan Wenguang laughed lightly, waved his hand to extinguish the candlelight in the house, and the bedroom suddenly darkened, and only the moonlight poured in.

The courtyard was quiet, and the two in the house could only hear each other's heartbeats and kisses getting faster and faster.

The clothes on Song Qinglan's body have been taken off and only the underwear is left, but the outer robe on Xuan Wenguang's body is still well worn, it's not that Song Qinglan didn't work hard, but the words on his clothes don't know who tied it, it was a dead knot!

Xuan Wenguang's wheezing sound became heavier and heavier, he let go of the hand holding Song Qinglan and went to untie the clothes on his body, his voice was hoarse: "It must be those few people in the army who killed a thousand knives, delaying my cave room, tomorrow see how I clean them up!" ”

Xuan Wenguang tore off the robe on his body and pressed it on Song Qinglan's body.

I don't know how long it took to be entangled, the sky turned blue-white, and Song Qinglan fell asleep in Xuan Wenguang's arms.

……

Since then, Xuan Wenguang and Song Qinglan have rectified military discipline, held military exercises, trained soldiers, and built solid city walls.