Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1947

Less than an incense stick of time later, Song Shenzhi came back with a bag of charcoal. His hands, which had been holding the pen, were cracked, and his once upright figure seemed to be bent by the wind and snow.

He put down the charcoal, went in and respectfully told his father, "Father, the princess wants you to come over and ask a question."

Mrs. Song trembled all over when she heard this.

Song Yuanjiu patted the back of his wife's hand and said, "Don't worry, the princess saved my life and protected our family under her wings. She has been very kind to us and will not embarrass me."

Mrs. Song nodded, but her hands were still tightly clenched around her husband's sleeves in fear, and then slowly loosened.

Ever since the incident at home, she has been like a frightened bird, afraid of the slightest breeze.

Song Yuanjiu walked away, his back looking desolate.

Song Shenzhi wanted to go forward to comfort his mother, but was afraid that she would be annoyed, so he stood a foot away from her and said, "The princess should be arranging work for our whole family, mother, don't worry."

Mrs. Song looked at her eldest son's pale face with complicated eyes, nodded, and sat on the bench.

She suddenly realized that he had even learned to control his breathing.

The eldest son was the one who took care of everything along the way. The man who originally only knew how to read seemed to have grown up overnight and knew everything.

The snow and wind along the way crushed the pride of the young man into dust. He would lower his head and bend his waist slightly, speak kindly to the officials escorting them, and ask them to give him some water to drink.

He could also untie his hair band to fix the mortise and tenon when the axle broke, and he even squatted in front of the stove and used the residual heat to bake the officials' snow-soaked boots.

Along the way, the officials were quite polite to their family.

Mrs. Song was very sad, "Be careful..."

Song Shenzhi then dared to take a step closer, "Mother, it will be fine." He opened the food box that Miss Nan Yan brought over and found that there was still steam coming out of it.

He quickly covered it, fearing that the heat would escape, and got up, went in, and took out a faded piece of clothing to wrap up the food box.

Song Xizhi, the second son of Song Yuanjiu, used to be talkative, but now he has become taciturn. He knows that he is stupid, as he actually brought the death of his grandmother to the government, which led to his elder brother and mother being exiled.

Everything is his fault.

Song Xizhi huddled silently in the corner, head lowered, like a fledgling wet by the rain.

One hand was placed on his forehead, and then rubbed, the voice was clear and gentle, with a reassuring power, "What's wrong? Why are you so depressed? You should be happier today."

"What are you so happy about?" Song Xizhi didn't dare to look into his elder brother's eyes. He stared at the toe of his worn shoes with his head lowered.

In the candlelight, the dark shadows of the window frames were reflected on the blue brick floor, pressing horizontally and vertically on his thin and twisted shadow.

Song Shenzhi lifted his coat and sat down next to him. "With tiles on the roof, the wind and snow won't bully us. With charcoal in the house, the cold won't invade us. With hot food on the table and a bright heart, life won't be too difficult."

Song Xizhi finally shrugged his thin shoulders, tears falling. Not long ago, he was the second son of the Song family, favored by the teacher at Yunqi Academy and close to his classmates.

At that time, he was standing on the steps with high spirits, and he and a group of students wrote poems and lyrics with the title "North Wing Qingyun Road". How passionate he was.

When he recited the lines "Mist and haze gather, split the cloud pass, the reflected images of mountains and rivers pass by the carved saddle. Don't worry, the road ahead is vast and long, there will be lightning to break the dark abyss", even the Master applauded him and praised his lofty ambitions.

Song Shenzhi seemed to have remembered the poem written by his brother, and smiled gently, "You also said, don't worry about the vast road ahead, there will be lightning to break the dark abyss."

Song Xizhi didn't know what darkness and the abyss were until this moment. When he wrote this sentence, he was just "forcing himself to be sad". How could he really understand the deep meaning?

Song Shenzhi said leisurely, "I guess the princess is the 'lightning light' in your poem."

The two brothers talked in low voices, and gradually their faces calmed down.