one punch one beep

Song Yi only felt that he had been in a drowsy sleep for a long time, his head was dizzy, and the long-lost feeling of bumps and shakes under his body made him feel a little nauseous.

etc?bumpy?

Here, here is the carriage!

How could I be here? !

As soon as Song Yi raised his head, he felt a pain in the back of his neck. He relieved, and the memory of yesterday was spinning in his mind.

He practiced riding and archery with Yeluling yesterday, and after eating roasted rabbits, he lay down on Yeluling's lap and fell asleep, and then...then?

Could it be that someone tied him up? ——No, no, there are no ropes and iron chains on his wrists, and there is no sense of stagnation in the internal force in his body. If you want to do something to him, it is impossible to be so unrestrained, let alone the last person he saw was Yelv Ling, who can kidnap Yelu Ling under the nose of Yelu Ling?

Song Yi kicked the carriage, opened the curtain, and shouted, "Stop!"

The horse driver was a Mongolian guy, his bronze complexion shone with a layer of oily luster under the scorching sun: "Kedun, what's wrong?"

This man is called Ke Dun!Looks like he is from Huheqin!

Before Song Yi was overjoyed, the man's words were poured down like a basin of ice water: "Khan told me to send you back to the country of Song, hurry all the way, don't stop. "

"You, what did you say?" Song Yi stared blankly at the man, as if he couldn't understand Mongolian for a while, "Who, who wants to send me back?"

"Khan, he said that you must miss your homeland and relatives very much, so he asked me to take you back...he also said..."

"what?"

"If Ke Dun really can't adapt to life in Huheqin, he can stay in the Song Dynasty after this trip. There is no need to come back. He will help you find a reason to explain to the Song Dynasty... Yes, you can start your new life."

"Yeluling, that idiot, is his brain squeezed! What are you thinking about all day long!" Song Yi thumped the sill of the car resentfully, "I obviously didn't—"

His words came to an abrupt end.

He obviously has nothing?Didn't want to go back?

Thinking of this, Song Yi himself was taken aback by this thought.

Isn't it his long-cherished wish to leave the grassland, return to Song State, marry a wife and have children?All the way from Shangjing to Huheqin Grassland, he was full of resentment and anger... However, after less than a year in Huheqin, is he going to change his mind?

Song Yi supported the railing of the carriage beside him, lowered his eyes, retreated for a long time, and murmured: "Alright, I should go back and have a look."

He was really confused. All along, he had been adapting to the life on the grassland with the mentality of living in Huheqin for the rest of his life. He learned Mongolian, got used to Tatar customs and eating, and got close to Yeluling. It is based on a mentality of resignation.

But he never thought about the possibility of going back, so now he has mixed feelings and doesn't know how to choose.

This is also good, leave some room between the two of you, take back the thought of crossing the line, and think carefully about what it feels like.

Is it an angry refusal to admit defeat, or a love that sprouted inadvertently?

The carriage traveled east all the way, and finally arrived in Shangjing at the beginning of May.

Song Yi leaned on the window of the carriage and looked at the familiar beams and tiles in Shangjing. The cries of vendors along the street carried a long-lost familiarity, and drifted across half the street into Song Yi's ears.The wheels rolled across the road paved with bluestone slabs, which seemed to be weighing on Song Yi's heart. He looked at the majestic imperial city that was getting closer, but found that he didn't seem so happy in his heart.Row upon row of exquisite high pavilions and halls stand solemnly in the center of Shangjing, but the edges and corners are too sharp, not as beautiful and vivid as the felt tents on the boundless green carpet.

He went directly to the Golden Palace, wanting to greet the emperor first, but what Song Yi never expected was that he saw his third brother standing in the palace with his hands behind his back in the dragon robe of the Ming Emperor.

"Third, third brother?" Song Yi stammered, "You, this..."

The eunuch at the side saw it, and quickly reminded: "Your Majesty the Seventh Prince has seen His Majesty, why are you still not polite?"

Song Yi's heart jumped, and he quickly knelt down and bowed: "See Your Majesty."

Song Jia stepped forward and helped him up: "Seventh brother, don't be so unfamiliar. It's really not easy for you to come back from this trip, and third brother misses you very much."

"Third brother, you, why do you..."

"The incident happened suddenly. My father suddenly contracted a serious illness two months ago. The imperial hospital tried my best but failed to cure it. Before my father passed away, I left a decree to pass on the throne to me. At this time, it really happened suddenly. It was originally planned to invite both Egon Khan and you to the banquet next month, but I didn't expect you to come back early."

Song Yi didn't doubt that he was there, but just grabbed Song Jia's hand, thousands of words poured into his throat, rolled and rolled, and finally turned into a long sigh: "Third Brother, I'm so happy for you."

He was genuinely happy, and Song Jia could see it, so he smiled and said: "Stay in the palace tonight, just to catch up with me, the mansion outside your palace hasn't been tidied up yet, come back tomorrow It's not too late to go back."

Among these brothers, Song Jia is the only one who still retains brotherly affection for Song Yi. For the other brothers, in the days of fighting for imperial power for so many years, he has long lost those feelings. Song Yi hadn't seen him for a while, so when Song Jia saw Song Yi returning to Shangjing, he was very affectionate. That night, he ordered someone to set up a big table to greet the wind, chatted with Song Yi until late at night, and got drunk.

Song Yi was lying on the table, a pair of peach blossoms, a mass of crimson blushes due to drunkenness, his face really looked like peach blossoms.He was a little drunk, and his mind was not clear enough. He had long forgotten the etiquette of the monarch and his ministers, and still confided to his relying brother like he did when he was a child: "Third brother, I, I seem to, I seem to like someone , I didn't know that I liked him so much, but I dreamed back at midnight, and the dream was full of his shadow, every frown and smile, I can't forget..."

"Silly Xiaoqi, there's nothing wrong with liking someone. If you like someone, you should be together." Song Jia misunderstood, thinking that Song Yi fell in love with someone else, and was hesitant because of her marriage contract with Yeluling, so she carefully tried it out. "What does the person you like look like?"

"He...he is very good-looking, his skin is very fair, and he is proficient in riding and shooting," Song Yi's eyes gradually lowered, and his gaze became gentle. "After he drinks, his temper will become very different from usual. People love and love, people want to bully him."

"That's all? I fell in love with this person because of these?" Song Jia laughed, "There are people like this all over the street."

Song Yi shook his head, and drank the last bit of wine from the bottom of the cup: "You suddenly asked me to tell me why I fell in love with him, I can't tell, he was originally a handsome man, someone everyone admired...not to mention, I am not I fell in love with him because he has something good that others don't have, but after I fell in love with him, I realized that he is good in everything, everywhere."