The princess pushes her close to a woman

Defeating Nan Yan and capturing Chen Ge cannot do without He Yun as the main general, even if the housekeeper doesn't say anything, Song Ci will not seriously hurt him.

It's just that He Yun's kneeling was really unexpected, and she couldn't help being stunned. She didn't expect the arrogant and conceited He Yun to admit defeat so easily.

"Please, save my father..."

With his forehead against the hot sand, He Yun prostrated in front of Song Ci, revealing his blood-stained neck, and his hands propped on the ground with bulging veins, all of which showed that his mood was abnormally unstable.

Almost instantly, Song Ci understood what he was talking about.It's just that Old General He has been in the enemy's hands for many days, so I'm afraid it's already too bad.

She had a troubled expression on her face, and before she could speak, the housekeeper at the side recovered from the shock, grief welled up in her heart, knelt down behind He Yun, and begged: "Please, Mr. Xin, save my master, as long as he can save my family!" Master, you let this old slave do anything..."

"Get up first," Song Ci hurried over and leaned over to pull the old housekeeper. She said concisely, "I've also heard about the old General He. If there is still salvation, I will definitely not hesitate to do so."

"Even the corpse must be snatched back!"

He Yunteng stood up, his eyes were red, he looked straight at Song Ci, and said, "If you help me bring my father back, I, He Yun, will respect you as my elder brother and do my best for you."

"That's too serious," Song Ci frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "This is what I should do. General He is righteous and shed his blood for the safety of Daliang. I am the people of Daliang, so I am right to General He. I am very grateful. Now that Old General He is in trouble, how can I stand by and watch?"

Tears welled up in the eyes of the old housekeeper who heard these words, he held Song Ci's hand tightly, and kept talking.

His father fell into the hands of the enemy for the sake of Great Liang, and his life and death are unknown, but the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty behaved with their tails between their legs. Only Song Ci said such words, and He Yun was grateful. Although he stood aside and did not speak, the stranger on his body should not come close The momentum has obviously eased up a lot.

"General He, do you have a plan for rescuing Old General He?" Song Ci asked.

Hearing this, He Yun looked embarrassed, muttered for a while, and then said: "I plan to take you to the enemy camp to find my father after arriving at the border. With your martial arts, you should be able to rescue my father."

Song Ci didn't know what to say for a while, and she was really overwhelmed by the high expectations placed on her.

After a while, seeing her inexplicable expression, He Yun asked in a low voice, "But something is wrong?"

Song Ci shook his head and asked, "General He asked me to come today, is there anything else? If there is nothing else, I will go back."

Seeing that Song Ci did not object, the big stone in He Yun's heart fell, and he said in a relaxed tone: "Do you have something to go back? If you have something to do, then go back."

Today, he mainly wanted to discuss with Song Ci about arranging the march, but it was not a big deal, and he could find someone else to do it.

Song Ci's business was to go back to find Shen Qingluo. She was tired in summer, and she was always worried that Qing Luo would be bored alone in the mansion.While still by her side these few days, it is best to spend as much time with her as possible.

The coachman who brought her did not expect her to come out so soon, and he didn't know where to cool off while driving the carriage.

When Song Ci came out, the door was empty, and she couldn't even see a person. She smiled helplessly, and walked back to the house.

Seeing that she was about to reach the East Street, Princess Wanyi's car suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and Shen Baizhi waved to her from the window, "Come up and sit."

Song Ci was a little embarrassed, wiped off his sweat, walked up slowly, saluted politely, and asked, "Sister, what are you doing?"

Shen Baizhi looked at her for a while with a half-smile, then said outside: "Go to the teahouse in front."

Hearing the coachman's answer, she closed her eyes and said calmly, "Drink tea."

Song Ci saw that she didn't mean to speak, so he didn't say anything else.

Shen Baizhi was a distinguished guest in the teahouse, as soon as the shopkeeper saw her, he put down his work and took her to the private room himself.

Two cups of tea are brewed, and the light tea fragrance drifts with the heat, refreshing.

Shen Baizhi picked up the teacup, sniffed it lightly, and felt that her drowsy mind cleared up a lot.

She raised her head and smiled narrowly at Song Ci, "Song Ci, you are really good at it. My coaxing niece of the palace treats you with sincerity, heart and soul."

"I was entrusted by her to go to He Yun for this trip, and ask him to take care of you."

Song Ci couldn't help blushing, and retorted in a low voice: "I didn't coax her, and I was sincere to her."

Seeing his innocent appearance, Shen Baizhi almost burst into tears.

Song Ci was even more embarrassed by her smile, pretending to be calm and said: "Thank you, sister, but I don't need to bother you about this matter, General He will not embarrass me."

"Oh." Shen Baizhi smiled, and looked at her with interest, "Could it be that you forgot that he couldn't get off the stage because of the beating the day before yesterday? Why didn't he take this opportunity to embarrass you? Let's hear it."

"I haven't forgotten," Song Ci smiled, with a hint of pride concealed in his flat tone, "He asked for something from me."

"Oh?" Shen Baizhi was even more puzzled, and the sitting posture that was still a bit lazy, also subconsciously became dignified.

"General He wants me to help him get old General He back, so he will definitely be polite to me along the way." Song Ci explained.

"General He?" Shen Baizhi was slightly surprised, "General He is probably no longer alive."

"Regardless of life or death, the bones should be taken back for burial, otherwise Nan Yan will definitely treat me as weak and easy to bully." Song Ci said, it's fine for Old General He to die in the enemy camp, if the body cannot be taken back , what is the face of Daliang?And how to boost morale?

Appreciation flashed in Shen Baizhi's eyes, he nodded at Song Ci, and said: "Then I won't go to the palace, and Qing Luo doesn't have to feel sorry for her little treasury. "

Song Ci pursed his lips and smiled quietly, the anger in his eyes turned into joy and joy, and they unconsciously showed from the bottom of his eyes.

Shen Baizhi watched, feeling a little envious in his heart.

Song Ci didn't know what Shen Baizhi was thinking, seeing her staring at the tea without speaking, he picked up the teacup in hand.The entrance was warm, as warm as her heart was touched by Shen Qingluo's thoughtfulness, indescribably comfortable.

The tea-scented private room was quiet for a while, Shen Baizhi came out of his thoughts, and saw Song Ci wandering around with a teacup in his hand, with a smirk on his face, knowing that she was not thinking about it.

After exhorting a few words casually, he took her out of the teahouse.

The singing girl downstairs just finished her song. Amidst the applause, she walked into the curtain behind her...

Shen Baizhi sent Song Ci to the vicinity of Princess Jinghua's mansion, found an inconspicuous place to put her down, and left.

When Song Ci returned to the mansion, Shen Qingluo had just come out of the bathroom, her pretty and bright face was like peach blossoms stained with dew, she raised her eyes and looked at Song Ci with joy, her smile was so beautiful.

"Why did you come back so early?"

With a smile on her lips, she walked towards Song Ci, and she was even more petite and cute under the large bathrobe.

"I miss you and come back."

Song Ci did not hide the amazement and liking in his eyes, his eyes were neither deep nor shallow, and kept on Shen Qingluo, waiting for her to come over.

"Song Ci, did you steal candy outside today? Why is it so sweet?"

Being looked at by her like that, Shen Qingluo felt a little embarrassed, slightly opened his eyes, and hid in her arms.

The familiar Leng Xiang came leisurely, Shen Qingluo hugged Song Ci even more tightly, after waiting for so long, he finally warmed up Song Ci, a cold hearted and desolate person, the beauty was a bit illusory.

But she clearly knew that this was true, Song Ci was in her arms, cuddling with her without distinguishing each other.She raised her head, and gently kissed Song Ci's side face, her heart trembled unconsciously, and the corners of her eyes and brows were filled with joy.

"Qing Luo, I think you are sweeter," Song Ci narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and raised his hand to caress Shen Qingluo's bright and jade-like side face, looking serious and focused.

Shen Qingluo likes her tender side the most, she has a feeling of being held in the palm of the palm of the hand by a cold, alienated and indifferent immortal, as if to receive such pity is life after life, every inch of time.

A little bit of water gathered on the waist-length black hair, and the crystal water droplets rolled down on the back of the hand, and the cool touch temporarily interrupted the warmth between the two.

Song Ci hugged her and sat down in front of the vanity mirror. The long white towel was gently wiped and moistened. The bronze mirror reflected the man's low-browed smile, and she also laughed unconsciously.

This is probably love, right?Song Ci thought, ever since she connected with Shen Qingluo, there was never a day when she was not happy, and there was never a day when she did not miss her.

But she was going to leave in a few days, the sadness in her eyes was fleeting, she brushed Shen Qingluo's hair carefully, and watched her go into the inner room to change, and then she went to the bathroom in the side room.

When Shen Qingluo came out, she was nowhere to be seen, and the maid waiting outside never saw Song Ci come out.

She was a little dazed, could it be that Song Ci also went to take a bath?

But it's only noon!

The reason why she went to take a bath was because she suspected of seeing Hua Jianyi when she came back from the imperial aunt's house today, and she accidentally chased after Ruanxianglou, where she was stained with the strong fragrance of rouge and gouache, which made her smell a little uncomfortable.

Shyly hiding a bit of eagerness, Shen Qingluo walked slowly to the door of the side room, hesitating for a while, if she goes in, what should Song Ci do if she gets angry?

"Qing Luo?"

Song Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked towards Shen Qingluo.

"En," Shen Qingluo hummed lightly, feeling guilty, and her palms became moist.

She pretended to be indifferent and took out a handkerchief to wipe it, then folded it carefully, and stayed at the door, refusing to leave.

Hearing the rustling voice, Song Ci was a little flustered, fearing that Shen Qingluo would use his own way to treat his own body, so he quickly said: "I'll be fine soon."

With a splash, she stood up from the water and hurried to get a towel to wipe the water stains.

"No... don't you need a back rub?"

Shen Qingluo's voice came from outside again, Song Ci's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly said: "No, I'll be fine."

The subordinates became more anxious, casually dropped the veil, grabbed the robe and put it on.

"Oh," Shen Qingluo murmured.

She covered her hot face with her hands and ran back to the dormitory, not wanting to admit that the words came out of her mouth.

But how could Song Ci not understand her hint so bluntly...