Beijing Wangfu, the piano room.
"really?!"
Wei Ying suddenly bounced off the ground, then leaned forward, resting her palms on the guqin that she usually loves most, regardless of the crunching sound of the violin body, she stretched her two strong legs. A bunch of voices urged:
"Then Sun Shaozong, are you really going to fight in the southern border?!"
The maid, reading Xia, was stunned by the sudden excitement of the master, and she couldn't turn her head around. She was just talking casually when she was changing sandalwood, how could she have such a big reaction
Seeing Nianxia's inexplicable look of surprise, Wei Ying also knew that she lost her way, and was busy and slowly knelt back to her original position, looking for a reason embarrassingly: "I... Lan Geer wanted to have a good life and thank him, never I think Lord Sun is going to fight again."
This excuse is really lame, but Nianxia is a slave after all, no matter how suspicious he is, how can he dare to ask more
At the moment, he hurriedly smiled and said, "The slave girl just heard a few gossips, so I might not be sure if it's true or not."
It better be real!
Wei Ying prayed secretly, was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but let Nianxia repeat the gossip she heard carefully.
Hearing that rumor seemed to have noses and eyes, Wei Ying felt a little more joyful - she was worried about how to keep Sun Shaozong away from the palace.
It is best for the surnamed Sun to die in the southern border, come and do it once and for all!
This thought flashed through my heart, but in an instant, he hesitated. Although the surnamed Sun was despicable, what he did was barely worthy of being called a 'hero'.
If he really let him die at the hands of the barbarians in the southern border, it seems... it seems to be a pity.
wrong!
If you were humiliated by him, why would you feel sorry for him
However, although that fellow is a bit debauched, he is a pity for the poor and the weak, and he can sacrifice his life for the country...
Wei Ying's heart seemed to be playing with each other, and she thought about one thought at a time. When she finally came back to her senses, she found that Nianxia was still standing in front of her.
"You go down first."
She waved her prime hand away, swiped away the maid Nianxia, and took advantage of the situation to gently play on the guqin, but the original crisp sound of the violin appeared dull, obviously it was damaged just now.
But Wei Ying didn't realize it, and Geyin raised another indecisive question in her heart: When Sun Shaozong came to the palace tomorrow, do you still want to see him
It stands to reason that since she has such an opportunity, she should wait for the next article, instead of rushing to take the risk to meet that Sun Shaozong.
However…
If the news is true, this meeting may be forever separated.
Thinking of this possibility, Wei Ying couldn't make up her mind. The rhythm of the strings fluctuating with her fingertips became more and more dazzling, but the stagnation in her chest was still difficult to express.
Clang~
Pressing the seven strings on the qin, Wei Ying suddenly stood up, took off the sword from the south wall, and pulled out the sheath with a clang. A silver moon danced in front.
…
"puff!"
Xing Zhong took a sip of the old Jimo wine and spit out Zhang Xu Laiyuan, and the drinker sitting opposite him was the first to bear the brunt.
The man raised his hand subconsciously, but rubbed the scum all over his sleeve, and he didn't know what it was.
Never thought that Xing Zhong reached out his hand first, grabbed his collar tightly, and shouted with red eyes: "What you said just now is true?! Then Sun Shaoqing is really going to fight in the southern border?!"
Forced by his imposing manner, the man remembered that the man in front of him was a relative of the Rongguo Mansion, so he might not be able to make a move.
Immediately, the annoyance was folded in half, and the backhand pushed Xing Zhong's wrist either lightly or heavily, and said vaguely: "This has been spread all over the street, can it still be fake?"
Hearing this, Xing Zhong slowly loosened the other's collar, and slowly sat back to his original position. After a long silence, he jumped up and ran out of the restaurant like a fly.
"Hey, hey! Lord Xing, I've agreed to treat you today!"
A few friends and friends chased to the door, seeing that Xing Zhong had run away early, and the shopkeeper and the man behind him followed suit, so they all scolded and turned back.
When I returned to the table, I saw that the table of wine and food was stained with the filth that Xing Zhong spit out, and I hated it even more. To deal with it, he licked the bottom half of the pot of residual wine.
Don't say what happened to these people, but said that Xing Zhong ran all the way, went back to Sun Fudong's courtyard, and didn't talk to Xing Xiuyan who came out, just like ants in a hot pot, pacing back and forth in the living room.
Xing Xiuyan looked at him like this, and knew that it wasn't a 'disaster' - if it was a big disaster, Xing Zhong's legs and feet would have been in trouble for a long time, so he would have gone like this
Therefore, he ignored him, and sat back in the corner, put the bamboo dustpan on his lap, took the embroidery and continued to work.
"What's wrong with this?"
At this time, Mother Xing picked up the curtain and came out. Seeing her husband's anxious appearance, she couldn't help frowning and asking her daughter.
When Xing Xiuyan saw that his father had lost his mind and stayed with the Sun family, he simply returned to Rongguo Mansion on his own.
Who would have thought that Xing Zhong came to take a salary from the bottom of the pot and took over his wife.
After all, Xing Xiuyan is no better than Xue Baochai, who grew up in Rongguo Mansion since childhood, how could he stay alone for so long
In addition, Xing Zhong repeatedly urged him, and even his mother came forward to persuade him, so he had to move back to Sun's house again.
However, she always felt so harassed and felt very sorry, so she has been adding a few juniors to Sun recently, embroidering some corners of the clothes.
Hearing her mother's question at this time, she stopped her work again, shook her head in front of her mother's eyes and said, "It's just like this when I came back from outside, and I haven't said a word yet."
"Then leave him alone, 80% of the time he's pouring too much cat urine!"
Mother Xing remembered that he ran barefoot in the middle of the night the day before yesterday, and the troubled Sun family was uneasy.
"Come back to me!"
Xing Zhong finally opened his mouth at this time, first scolded his wife, then grabbed his daughter in front of him, grabbed the Xiubanzi with his hands, and threw it to the ground, annoyed: "What time is this, you are still only concerned about making things happen. These crap!"
Xing Xiuyan stood up silently, without a word to answer.
But Mother Xing gave up, bent over to pick up the Xiubanzi, and said angrily: "You are so good, why are you crazy with the child?"
"I'm crazy? I think you two are crazy!"
Xing Zhong roared in exasperation: "This son-in-law of Chenglong Kuaishou is about to fly away, and your mother-in-law is still tinkering with these crap all day..."
Having said that, he went to grab the Xiubanzi from his wife's hand, but was avoided by Xing's mother.
Xing Zhong became more and more annoyed, and jumped: "Do you know how much silver Liu Quan brought back from the south? A hundred thousand taels, a whole hundred thousand taels of snowflake silver!"
"This golden tortoise-in-law, who can be an official and make money, is hard to find even with a lantern, but you are watching, and it's actually... unexpectedly..."
He was furious, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a while, so he stomped his feet and said, "Anyway, no matter what method we use, before Sun Jia Erlang goes out to fight, we have to decide on the name!"