Song Fu breathed a long sigh of relief: "That's good. We don't have to worry about it anymore in the future. In the end, we still feel at ease when we return to Dali."
Although Song Tong has been operating in Beidi for more than 20 years, he has always been a member of Lu Minglan and Mu Nanshan. Naturally, he will not be tolerated by other Beidi officials. What's more, Lu Minglan is now loved by thousands of people, and When a prince was born, countless pairs of eyes in the palace and harem were staring at him, and it was like a burning fire cooking oil. But doesn't having all the favors in one body be the same as resentment in one body? Furthermore, Song Tong, a minister from Dali, was having a hard time, and Mu Nanshan had no intention of returning to Beidi, so he became even more unwilling to stay in Beidi.
In this country, he has no expectations and no hope, so resigning is naturally the first thing to do.
But Mu Yuante and Lu Minglan had expectations and hopes for him and refused to let go, so Song Tong had no choice but to turn to Mu Nanshan for help. Song Tong was Mu Nanshan's mentor. Song Tong was responsible for many bloody events in Beidi. Tong resisted for him, so Mu Nanshan had deep feelings for Song Tong. When Song Tong asked him for help, he naturally did not refuse, so even if he no longer wanted to have anything to do with Lu Minglan, he still put down his dignity and begged her to let her go. people.
"Then when will we set off for Qinghai?" Jixiang asked.
"Wait a little longer," Song Tong looked at Ji Xiang and said with a smile, "At the end of next month. After all, we are a big family and have a big business, so it will take some time to clean it up."
No matter how big the family business is, it doesn’t take more than a month to clean it up, right
It's just that Song Tong wanted to wait for Jixiang to burn seventy-seven pieces of paper for his mother before leaving. Jixiang has lived in Dali for twenty years and is already an out-and-out Dali native. Jixiang cares about these customs and traditions. Of course Song Tong also knew.
Jixiang felt sour and warm in her heart. Song Tong didn't say it clearly, but she knew in her heart that Song Tong was accommodating him. She didn't say anything at the moment, but just filled another bowl of porridge to Song Tong and handed it over.
Song Tong looked at her red eyes, said nothing, and took the hot bowl of millet, lily, and red bean porridge.
"Song Tong, after dinner, come to my room." Song Fu said to Song Tong.
"Yes, my son knows." Song Tong nodded in agreement.
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"I'm going to Qinghai this time." After dinner, Song Tong helped Song Fu back to the dormitory. Song Fu's voice was a little deep, "Have you thought about it? Are you going to stay in Qinghai from now on? If Long Live Lord wants you to What about entering Beijing?”
Song Tong helped him sit on the soft couch and poured tea while saying: "Yes, my son has already thought about it, and he has settled down in Qinghai from now on. I have been an official in Beidi for many years, and this kind of status and experience is really He is not suitable to be an official in the capital. Even if Lord Long live wants to promote his son, the son will definitely not agree, so as not to harm Lord Long live's wisdom. "
"That's fine," Song Fu sighed longly, "Although the capital is a prosperous and wealthy place, not everyone can enjoy the prosperity and wealth. Although Qinghai is wild, it is also comfortable. Besides, there is a little prince here. We are here It’s solid there too.”
"My son thinks so too," Song Tong handed the tea to Song Fu with both hands. He also sat down and held the tea cup and said, "In the first half of his life, my son lived too tiredly. Even though he was a high-ranking official and well-paid, he always I can’t help it, now my son wants to live more comfortably.”
"Very good, it's rare that you can think clearly," Song Fu looked at him with a smile, a look of satisfaction on his face, and he took a sip of tea and suddenly asked Song Tong, "What about Jixiang? Have you thought about what to do?"
"This..." Song Tong was tongue-tied. He couldn't understand what Song Fu meant. He paused and asked Song Fu in a low voice, "Dad, what do you mean by this?"
"Jixiang is going to Qinghai with us. She has no family to care for, so we are the only ones left. We can't wrong her." Song Fu looked at Song Tong, paused, and leaned over, saying softly, " Tong'er, I think Jixiang is good, what do you think?"