How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

"……it is good."

Hand in hand, they came to a lantern vendor. The vendor enthusiastically held up a lotus lantern and said, "Gentlemen, please buy some lotus lanterns."

"Buy two." Song Wenjing said.

"Okay." The stall owner handed two lotus lanterns to the two.

Great, two more lotus lanterns sold.

Xiaolu took out the silver and gave it to the vendor, then followed the two men silently. The relationship between the two young masters grew deeper and deeper, but the way they interacted seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.

Is the way for good brothers to get along to hold hands?

Will they still hug each other?

When they got to the river, Song Wenjing wrote some blessings on a piece of paper and covered it tightly so that Mo Rongan wouldn't see it.

Mo Rong'an chuckled, "Why? You won't let me see it?" To be honest, he was quite curious. But Song Wenjing had covered it tightly, and no matter which direction he looked, he couldn't see the words.

He suspected that the boy covered it tightly because he felt that he was peeking.

"If you read it, it won't work. This kind of thing can only be known by one person, otherwise it will be ineffective." Song Wenjing said as he wrote.

"Okay, listen to Xiao Jing, I won't watch it."

As soon as the doting tone came out, He Lang couldn't help but frown. Does His Majesty know what he is doing?

Song Wenjing placed the lotus lantern in the river, closed his eyes, and said a prayer in his heart. He hoped that he could spend more time with An An in this world.

……

All good things must come to an end. In a blink of an eye, Mo Rong'an had packed up his things and was ready to leave.

Song Wenjing sat beside him, watching him pack his things. "Will you miss me when you leave?" He added, "It's okay for friends to miss each other."

He was afraid that Mo Rong'an would ignore him after knowing his thoughts, but he was also afraid that Mo Rong'an didn't know what he meant.

"Yes, when you feel better and come to see me, I will give you the answer. Do you have any relatives in the capital? If not, please let me know when you are coming and I will pick you up."

Mo Rongan put down what he was holding, walked over to Song Wenjing and squatted down, carefully examining his face. "You've lost weight. You should eat more."

Since arriving at the Song family, the two had been eating together. When he saw Song Wenjing only eating half a bowl of rice, he tried every possible way to get Song Wenjing to eat more.

It’s a pity that Song Wenjing can only eat one bowl of rice at most, but this is also a huge progress, isn’t it?

Song Wenjing leaned on his shoulder and jokingly said, "Can you supervise me? If you feed me, maybe I can eat an extra bowl of rice."

"I'll wait for you. When you get to the capital, I'll feed you, okay?"

"Great! I couldn't ask for more. Ahem... I have a brother in the capital, his name is Song Yunqing, he's the Crown Prince. You should have heard of his name too."

Song Wenjing also wanted to create a surprise, so he went to the palace to find Mo Rong'an after arriving in the capital. Unfortunately, his current health did not allow it, so he might as well honestly reveal his identity.

Mo Rong'an was stunned when he heard Song Wenjing's answer. He naturally knew who Song Yunqing was. "You are actually his younger brother."

I heard a few years ago that Song Yunqing had a younger brother who was raised in the countryside, but he just knew about it and didn't care.

"Well, when I was a kid, I was in poor health, and then a Taoist priest came and told me that my condition would improve if I lived in the countryside. I've been staying here all these years."

"Life is dull and boring. I can't run or do strenuous exercise. Sometimes I envy those men who can shoot arrows. It must be very comfortable to ride a horse and feel the wind caressing me."

As Song Wenjing spoke, he traced Mo Rongan's face with his hands. He looked so handsome no matter how you looked at him\(//?//)\.

Mo Rongan didn't think fostering the child in the countryside was a good idea. "If you're sick, find a good doctor. How can the disease be cured if you foster the child here?"

"Could there be some mystical truth in this? Perhaps recuperation requires a quiet environment."

"I don't know..." Looking at Mo Rong'an's mouth opening and closing, Song Wenjing suddenly felt sleepy. He yawned and his eyes went dark.

After Mo Rong'an finished speaking, he waited for a long time for Song Wenjing's answer. He turned his head to look at the person on his shoulder, but unexpectedly, the person had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Mo Rong'an showed a helpless expression, gently held the person in his arms and sent him to his bedroom.

……

Song Wenjing woke up and felt much better, but when he thought of Mo Rong'an, "Qianchen, where is An'an?"

[The villain has left, and you slept for a day and a night. Host, I was worried you wouldn't wake up, so I floated out from time to time to check if you were still breathing.]

Song Wenjing felt very disappointed when he heard that he had left. He had originally wanted to see An An off, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even see her for the last time.

"……Oh!"

Seeing that the host was in a bad mood, Qianchen quickly comforted him: "Host, what you need to do now is to take good care of your body. Otherwise, when you take the carriage to the capital in March, you might die halfway."

"I understand. I will definitely take good care of myself."

An An...wait for me.

the other side.

The two horses galloped wildly in the forest. He Lang saw that His Majesty had a gloomy expression on his face. He said cautiously, "Your Majesty, you can't bear to part with Master Song."

"Young Master Song's condition is not optimistic. How about we ask the imperial physician to come and see him?"

"This method is very good." By then we will be able to know Xiaojing's physical condition.

……

"Sir, please hold on a little longer. We will be arriving in the capital soon. I heard that there are many nobles in the capital and it is very luxurious."

"I never saw it when I was a child. I have to open my eyes carefully this time." The deer opened the curtains and said excitedly.

"Hmm..." Song Wenjing covered his chest with his hands, his face not looking very good.

Sure enough, it is not easy to be a sickly person. Now he just wants to close his eyes and have a good sleep (?▽?).

When Song Wenjing woke up, he saw an unfamiliar room. He was a little confused, but then he thought he must have arrived in the capital.

"Awake? Are you feeling better?" Song Yunqing asked quietly, fearing that if she shouted loudly, her brother would burst into tears.

Song Wenjing followed the voice and slowly looked up. Sure enough, he looked exactly like his modern brother.

"elder brother!"

"Well, Xiaolu is going to boil some medicine. You should lie down first. Are you feeling unwell? Do you want a doctor to come and take a look?"

Two months ago, he happened to remember that his brother could return, so he sent someone to tell Song Wenjing as soon as possible. The Taoist priest had said that as long as his brother turned 15, he could return to the capital.

It's just very strange, because he clearly couldn't remember this passage before.

Now, the brothers are reunited, but he has a thousand words to say but doesn't know what to say. He has only seen his younger brother a few times. When he was a child, his parents would take him to Jiangnan to visit his younger brother whenever they had free time.

Later, many things happened in the court, and his parents had passed away. He could not go to see his brother anytime and anywhere, so he could only look at his brother's portrait to relieve his longing.