After my rebirth, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

Song Weizhao looked back and heard the door being pushed open suddenly, and an angry figure suddenly came into view.

Looking closely, that weather-beaten face looked very familiar.

"Pu Yanshu?"

The man's name suddenly popped up in his mind, and he quickly collected his thoughts and pretended to be calm, "Your Excellency has recognized the wrong person? I am just a commoner under Zhu Zhen of the Aerhe tribe. You can call me Helian Rong."

"Song Weizhao, stop pretending to be my grandson. I can recognize your face even if it turns to ashes. Do you think you can hide it by wearing strange clothes? You are a spineless scum. Hundreds of thousands of heroes died for their country, and you are the only one left. How can you still live in this world with dignity?"

Pu Yanshu didn't treat him well at all, and yelled, "Do you know how hard I've been looking for you? My cousin is so blind that she would stay faithful to you, such a disloyal and spineless person. She is really..."

Having said this, I am speechless.

"Your cousin?"

Song Weizhao was confused. He knew that the identity could not be hidden from him, so he had to acquiesce: "Mr. Pu, you are talking about the second daughter of the Fu family? How can you say this? I don't know her well. Why would she keep a promise for me?"

"you......"

Pu Yanshu was so angry that he was about to curse again. At this time, the patrolling soldier noticed something unusual here and sent someone to look for him.

"Prince Consort, do you have any instructions?"

The patrolling general kept looking at Pu Yanshu.

Song Weizhao glanced at the tray in Pu Yanshu's hand, and while taking out the jade vessel filled with wine, he answered calmly: "Nothing, this boy is sweet-mouthed and wants to congratulate me and the princess on our wedding. I just wanted to drink a few glasses of wine with him on a whim. You can leave now."

The soldiers did not suspect anything when they heard the noise and retreated one after another.

Song Weizhao secretly walked to the door and saw the patrolling soldiers walking away. Then he calmly closed the door and led Pu Yanshu to the inner room to sit down.

Pu Yanshu was still angry, but he lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Wei Zhao, do you really want to be the consort of the enemy country?"

Song Weizhao held the wine glass and smiled bitterly: "Besides this, do I have any other choice?"

"His Majesty has always valued you. If you return to the country, he will definitely not harm your life," Pu Yanshu advised.

"How can a defeated general return to the south with dignity?"

Song Weizhao drank a glass of strong wine silently, thinking about what he just said, and couldn't help asking back: "Tell me, Master Yan Shu, what's going on?"

Pu Yanshu only hoped that he would remember his cousin's kindness, so he exaggerated and told her story:

"After you went to war, the Liyang Palace proposed marriage to the Fu family, but the eldest daughter accepted the marriage proposal from the Palace instead. The Fu family has always been loyal, faithful, benevolent and polite. Naturally, the marriage proposal from the Earl of Changping Palace can only be replaced by my cousin. When she learned that you died on the battlefield, she married into the Earl's Palace with your spirit tablet."

"Gui Yun actually married that playboy from the Liyang Palace?"

Song Weizhao couldn't believe this fact, and clenched his fists angrily: "Lu Linchu, that playboy, how can he be worthy of marrying Guiyun?"

"Song Weizhao, what do you mean?"

Pu Yanshu felt chest tightness and shortness of breath after hearing this.

"Shu'er endured all the gossip for you, and remained faithful to you all her life without regrets. Before I left, she told me again and again that if you really died on the battlefield, even if your body was gone, you must bring back a handful of dust from the North for her to remember you by."

"She has done so much for you, yet you are still thinking about that vain young lady. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

"Why is Second Miss doing this?"

Song Weizhao sighed: "How can I be so worthy of her respect?"

"You know you don't deserve it."

Pu Yanshu said sternly: "If you still have any kindness in your heart, come back with me immediately and treat her well for the rest of your life."

"I can't go back."

Song Weizhao pondered for a long time before saying, "Yan Shu, I know your majesty's character better than you do. I am the only one left among the 100,000 soldiers. Even if I go back, I will die. My life and death is a small matter. Do you want to make the merits that my Song family has worked so hard to gain go to waste? Do you want the whole family to be unable to hold their heads up because of me?"

The two looked at each other, and he pleaded with an earnest look, "Just treat me as dead, and treat Song Weizhao as no longer in this world."

"Then you're just going to watch Shu'er live in pain for the rest of her life? Let Master and Madam Bo no longer have any hope?"

Pu Yanshu refused to give up and continued to persuade him.

Song Weizhao's eyes were extremely determined, and he had no intention of changing his mind.

He knew that only in this way could the glory of the Song family continue to be preserved.

Pu Yanshu was completely speechless and laughed repeatedly: "I knew this would be the ending. In this case, please give me a letter home, so that Shu'er can know your feelings and let the uncle and the lady know what kind of son they raised is."

Hearing this, Song Weizhao closed his eyes sadly.

He couldn't imagine how sad and desperate his father and mother were now, but he believed that his parents would understand his good intentions.

But Pu Yanshu had come all the way here to search for her, and he had to give an explanation after all. He didn't want the second young lady of the Fu family to ruin her life because of him.

He found a pen and ink and quickly wrote a letter of divorce. He cut his finger and signed the seal with blood with solemn hands. He attached his personal belongings to the letter and gave it to Pu Yanshu.

"Brother Yan Shu, please stay at the princess's mansion for a while. I will try to help you return south."

Looking at the letter in his hand, Song Weizhao solemnly reminded: "I would like to trouble Brother Yan Shu to keep the letter properly. When you return to Yundu, my father and mother will read it and make the decision."

Pu Yanshu knew that he could not persuade him to go back south with him, so he could only bow and say goodbye: "I will definitely live up to your trust and hand the letter to you intact."

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the house.

Song Weizhao motioned him to put away the letter and open the door to see, only to see a woman in red with double braids rushing in with her men.

"It's late at night, why haven't you rested yet, Princess?"

He pretended to be calm and asked as if it was nothing serious.

The person who came was Fu Guiyun's enemy in his previous life, Princess Nalan Yiqing of Alkh Khan.

She kept looking at the man next to Song Weizhao, and replied with a smile: "I heard that Brother Rong wanted to drink with someone. Recently, many southerners have entered the mansion. I am afraid that someone is plotting something bad and will harm you, so I came to see you."

"How could that be? He is just a Dakang refugee who has drifted here."

Song Wei Zhaowen smiled and waved to Pu Yanshu: "You can go down. I want to get drunk with the princess tonight."

Pu Yanshu buried his head, gritted his teeth, and had to retreat.

Nalan Yiqing wanted to take another closer look at the man's face, but Song Weizhao forcibly pulled him to sit by the window.

Filling the cup with wine himself, Song Weizhao said in detail: "It is my blessing from my previous life that I can be favored by the princess in this life. Please drink this cup with me as a token of my gratitude."

Nalan Yiqing was deeply moved by his warmth and affection. He did not pursue the matter any further and focused on drinking and chatting with his husband.

In the Chuxian Palace of the Northern Mansion of Prince Liyang, Fu Guiyun was sleeping soundly. She woke up suddenly as if from a nightmare, and felt a chill on her spine.

She has been sleeping uneasily since she learned that Pu Yanshu had entered the northern border.

Although she had already convinced herself to let go of the grudges and hatreds of her past life, she still felt uneasy whenever she thought of Mr. Song and those familiar faces about to die.

It has been more than three months since we learned the news, and we don’t know whether Xiao Kuizi’s people can find Pu Yanshu.

Although Lady Wang was not kind to her, she was a mother after all. In her previous life, she was sickly for the remaining years after learning of her son's death.

Come to think of it, the situation isn't much better now.

If Pu Yanshu could really bring back news about Song Weizhao, it would at least bring some comfort to the couple.

At least they knew their son was alive.

There is very little Fu Guiyun can do right now. The only thing he can hope for is that the Earl's Mansion can hold on for a few more years until the times change.