Don't panic, my mother and I are dressed as Houfu mother-in-law and daughter-in-law!

Chapter 9
There was a sudden burst of tragic crying in the room, the crying was heartbreaking, the crying was heartbroken, the crying was out of breath, and the heads of everyone outside the door were buzzing, and they suspected that she would recite it at any time.

It is a pity for all the servants, if they knew why today, it would have been fine if the young madam had known the current affairs earlier and left the house obediently, but her head was hot and almost killed the madam, and now I am afraid that it would be useless to cry so hard.

Lian Song Chengye couldn't help snorting coldly, bitch, are you afraid now?

After making sure that Gu Qingyou didn't dare to do anything wrong, he stopped sticking close to the door, ordered someone to serve hot tea, held it in his hand and drank it slowly, then turned to Song Hengye and said, "Since my mother is fine, I will That's enough here, go ahead and get busy."

Song Hengye hesitated for a moment, hummed, and disappeared into the night.

Walking back to the mourning hall unknowingly, the servants were wandering around the room with feather dusters, as if they were looking for something.

He couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing? Don't disturb the master's cleanliness!"

The steward Zhang Yong hurried forward and stammered: "Second, Second Young Master, please calm down, it seems that mice have entered the house, and they have stolen a lot of tributes, the little one is ordering people to catch mice."

The mourning hall was not arranged sloppily, and now the mouse had run into it. As the housekeeper, he could hardly absolve himself of the blame, and was afraid of being scolded by his master.

Especially the second son, who has been by the Duke's side all year round, seems to be meaningful and gentle, but in fact he is decisive in killing and attacking. Shouldn't they be dragged out and dealt with by military law?
As he thought about it, cold sweat trickled down his back.

Song Hengye glanced at the table and saw that every plate of tribute was neatly missing the most inconspicuous piece, but there was no trace of debris on the table, and the corners of his mouth tightened uncontrollably.

This mouse is bold and reckless, but it steals very methodically.

A slender figure of someone flashed in front of his eyes, and he waved his hand to disperse them: "Stealing so much, I don't think I will come again tonight, you all go back first!"

Zhang Yong acted like he had received an amnesty, he hastily called everyone to leave.

The mourning hall fell into silence again, and Song Hengye stood with his hands down, staring at the dark coffin and lost in thought.

It has been more than three months since Song Lian was injured and he personally escorted him back to Beijing.

As Song Lian's most capable lieutenant general, the chief general was injured and returned to the court. I should have garrisoned the frontier for him, but who would have thought that he would be left in Shangjing by an imperial decree.

The emperor spoke earnestly, saying that he had been Song Lian's right-hand man for many years, and he would not forget his status as the adopted son of the Song family. Now that Song Lian was bedridden, he should personally serve the sick to show his filial piety. This reason made him unable to refute. to the Duke's Mansion.

As for the northwest frontier, the emperor sent another clan king to guard it in the name of sharpening.

Now that Song Lian passed away, thinking that the emperor had no other reason to keep him, he thought about it, and called out to step up and said: "The order is passed, everyone is ready to go back to the camp at any time."

Returning to the camp naturally refers to the Northwest Camp.

In order to escort Song Lian safely, they brought back a total of [-] elite soldiers this time, but according to the laws of the Jin Dynasty, no one is allowed to bring soldiers into Beijing, so the soldiers were temporarily placed outside the city. moon.

The desperate men on the battlefield have long been unable to hold back their passion to return to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and have sent people many times to inquire about the deadline for returning to the camp.

Bu Tian was surprised when he heard the words: "Has the general received the order?"

He followed the general all day today and did not see anyone coming from the palace, so he asked this question.

Song Hengye looked a little helpless: "No, but tomorrow's funeral is over, and I have no reason to stay. If the emperor doesn't pass on the message, I can only go to the palace to ask for an order in person."

(End of this chapter)