The little general is my favorite [Rebirth]

In August, the weather in northern Xinjiang began to cool down.

In the half month since arriving in northern Xinjiang, Song Huai followed his father from Beizhou, first went to Liangzhou in the west, and after returning, went east to Jizhou to inspect the border.

One is to let the soldiers stationed on the border see that their backbone, General Song, has returned; the other is to inspect the border defense and inform the soldiers to be ready for battle at any time.

The third is to ask to see if the rewards sent from the capital in May have been implemented.The Song family has always run the army strictly, and never treats the soldiers who charge forward badly.

The soldiers stationed at the border usually rarely have the opportunity to see the general, and now they all crowded forward one by one, reported their military ranks and military achievements, and said how much silver they had received, and asked Song Xiao's clerk to check for any mistakes.

Although Song Xiao was unsmiling, he was very generous in front of the soldiers, asking the clerk to take money from him and give meat to the soldiers stationed at the border.

The soldiers cheered and thanked, wishing to lift up the general and throw him away.

Song Huai looked at his father, and found that although he didn't smile, he had a happy expression, and his brows and eyes were stretched.

This is why he worshiped his father, worshiped his father's bravery, worshiped his loyalty and courage, worshiped his righteousness, worshiped his father's prestige in the army, and worshiped him as the belief and pillar of the people in northern Xinjiang.

At the same time, he felt more deeply why his father would say that the Song family would start to seek a way out.

If you ask your Majesty to come to Northern Xinjiang to take a look and see the status of your father in the hearts of the Northern Guards and the people of Northern Xinjiang, I am afraid that you will really have trouble sleeping and eating.

Does Your Majesty really not know?

All he knew was that he believed in his father.But rather than believing that the Song family has no rebellion, it is better to say that he believes that his father will not launch a war for selfish desires and lead the Northern Guards to commit chaos.

Father didn't like war either.

Therefore, His Majesty never treated the Song family badly, nor did he treat the Northern Guards badly.Even if there was a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River last year and the national treasury was in a hurry, His Majesty would rather use the royal private property than delay the military pay of the Northern Guards.

This is a delicate balance, but if His Majesty has a little disbelief, doubts the Song family and the Northern Guards, or the Song family has the slightest ambition due to dissatisfaction with the status quo, this delicate balance will be broken.

But no one can guarantee how long this balance will last.

His father had told him since he was a child that if the descendants of the Song family did not die on the battlefield, they would only die in the prison.

Therefore, if you want to change and retreat, you can't wait until His Majesty's trust deteriorates and let others slaughter you.

It was raining lightly on the day of returning to Beizhou, but it was only a few miles away to reach the main city. Song Xiao and his party did not take shelter from the rain, and rode their horses to brave the rain.

This kind of weather is rare in northern Xinjiang, and Song Huai is not used to it.

The rain was not too heavy, but it was continuous and dense, and it was itchy when it fell on the face. The raindrops wet the armor little by little, penetrated into the inside, and slowly soaked the clothes, sticking to the skin wetly, cooling the tarsal bones, and falling down. It's not as pleasant as a downpour.

Like a torrential rain in the capital city in summer, the tiles are clanged, dispelling boredom and dryness.

Song Huai wondered if he was really raising a baby in the capital, and now he felt very uncomfortable, but this discomfort was insignificant, compared with the rush of Su Ye and the bloody battle, it was not worth mentioning, but he had no reason of irritability.

Song Huai was not in high spirits all the way, so he buried his head in his horse and followed his father back to the city. When he arrived at the General's Mansion, he still lowered his head and got off his horse. comfortable feeling.

Unexpectedly, he was blocked by someone.

Song Huai first saw a pair of boots standing on the steps, looked up, scanned the man's brocade robe, and saw a hand holding an umbrella handle.

His heart was pounding, as if he had caught a rabbit, or someone had pinched the tip of his heart, sore and painful, trembling, Song Huai raised his head and saw a familiar face.

The man looked at him, with infinite tenderness and yearning in his eyes, devouring Song Huai's reason, the man suddenly smiled and called him: "Ah Huai."

Song Huai felt that a string in his head was broken, and countless thoughts flashed across in an instant, wanting to say long time no see, wanting to say that you are finally here, wanting to say that I wrote you many letters...

But the last thing I thought of was the torrential rain in the summer night two months ago. I was slightly drunk, hugged and kissed this person in the sweltering bed curtain, and this person pressed his ear and asked him if it hurt.

Song Huai felt that his eyes were dry and his throat was a little itchy. He stretched out his hand to hold Qi Xuan's wrist holding the umbrella, and said in a low voice, "I... feel a little uncomfortable."

The ending sound was soft and low, as if she was being coquettish, but Qi Xuanwuxia cared about the lingering charm, and the coolness on the back of his hand made him frown, and immediately grabbed Song Huai's arm and pulled him closer, reaching out to touch his forehead.

hot.

His hands were terribly cold, but his forehead was hot.

Qi Xuan threw away the umbrella in his hand, hugged Song Huai, and said to Chang Kang beside him, "Call the doctor."

Originally ignoring the young couple's greasy mouth, Song Xiao, who was leading the horse and was about to enter the door, turned his head when he heard the sound, saw Song Huai leaning on Qi Xuan's chest with his head lowered, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Xuan: "He has a fever."

Speaking of which, Qi Xuan hugged Song Huai horizontally, ignoring that there were people watching, turned around and asked Song Xiao: "Which courtyard does Ah Huai live in?"

The dozens of northern guards who returned with Song Xiao and Song Huai were dumbfounded, watching a man carry their little general into the general's mansion.

"Who?"

"I do not know!"

"Could it be... the little general's wife?"

Although Song Xiao and the others did not publicize the imperial decree from Beijing, it was still a major matter related to the Northern Guards, so they did not deliberately conceal it. Now almost the entire Northern Guards know about it.

Their team was from the Beizhou Army, but they have been following the General. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are private guards. They were also brought by the General when they returned to the capital to receive the reward.

Although they all knew that the little general was going to marry Princess Xuan, they all listened to Song Qi's brothers' idea and called King Xuan "Little General's wife".

As soon as I came back, I saw a person standing at the gate of the General's Mansion, holding an umbrella so he couldn't see his face clearly. The little general walked in with his head down, but the man stopped him, and now he even took the little general away!

"Don't tell me, madam is quite handsome, she is a good match for our little general!" Just now the man threw away his umbrella, allowing them to see his face clearly.

"No, shouldn't we first ask the little general what happened?"

"........."

"Then let's go, watch the excitement——no, visit the little general!"

When Qi Xuan picked him up, Song Huai was still conscious and struggled: "Put me down...I can walk..."

Qi Xuan hugged him tightly, and said in a serious tone: "Don't move." His chin touched his forehead, "You rest, I will hold you."

Seeing that Song Huai hugged him, he simply stopped struggling, wrapped his arms around his neck, pressed his hot forehead against Qi Xuan's neck, closed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Did you arrive today?"

Qi Xuan: "Well, I just arrived not long ago."

Qi Xuan didn't expect that he traveled thousands of miles non-stop to northern Xinjiang, but was told that his sweetheart and the general had gone to inspect the border defense.

Fortunately, they returned today, and Qi Xuan didn't care about rest, so he stood at the door waiting for him. Later, it started to rain, and he still guarded the door with an umbrella, refusing to move half a step.

Unexpectedly, a little fool who was burned into a furnace came.

Song Huai: "Waiting for me at the door?"

"Yeah." Qi Xuan lowered his head and pressed his face close to him: "Is it hard?"

Song Huai: "It's okay."

If he hadn't met Qi Xuan, he wouldn't have said that he was uncomfortable, he would have just gone back to his room by himself, took a hot bath, buried his head in a sleep, and sweated a lot, maybe he wouldn't have felt sick at all. .

Unexpectedly, I suddenly saw Qi Xuan at the door, and the irritability and gloom in my heart were replaced by joy, and I realized after a while that I seemed to be sick, a little uncomfortable, maybe I was a little wronged in my heart, so I naturally turned to him. This sentence came out, and after saying it, I felt much better.

Qi Xuan tightened his arms: "Cold?"

"A little bit." Song Huai hugged Qi Xuan's neck tightly, buried his head and rubbed it lightly.

Song Xiao who was leading the way: "..."

In the courtyard, Chaoying, Song Huai's servant, saw a few people, and immediately came up to meet them, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter, young master?"

Qi Xuan carried Song Huai into the house: "Find some clean clothes and fetch some hot water."

Chaoying nodded hurriedly, and went to the cabinet to fetch clothes for Song Huai.

Qi Xuan put Song Huai on the bed and reached out to take off his armor. Song Xiao who was beside him coughed, Qi Xuan paused and withdrew his hand.

Song Huai blushed, "You, you go out first."

Qi Xuan frowned, then looked at Song Xiao again, Song Xiao snorted, turned her head and walked out the door.

Chaoying came in with hot water, Song Huai didn't want Qi Xuan's help, hid in the bed tent, wiped his body aside, and changed into clean clothes.

Qi Xuan helped him dry his hair, pressed him to lie down, and covered him with a quilt.

Song Xiao led the doctor in and took Song Huai's pulse.

Minor ailments, wind-cold and acclimatization, some fever.

Song Xiao took back the words he had scolded him for being coquettish, and urged the doctor to rush to get the medicine.

If I remember correctly, when he brought Song Huai to northern Xinjiang six years ago, Song Huai also fell ill due to acclimatization.

Originally, he was not as tall and strong as those cousins, and he was even thinner and paler when he was sick. It was Song Qi who took turns taking care of him for ten years before he recovered.

Song Xiao couldn't see his thin and weak appearance, so he was thrown into the camp as soon as he recovered from his illness, and trained with the soldiers, together with Song Qi and his brothers, they practiced hard.

Since then, Song Huai has never been sick. Even if he was injured on the battlefield, he gritted his teeth and endured it, never complaining of pain.

So Song Xiao had long forgotten about his acclimatization, probably because he was still a little uncomfortable coming back this time. Not only was the weather much colder, but he also ran along the border with him for a while, eating and sleeping in the open air, which was indeed a bit of a toss.

Distressed to go distressed, but still too weak.

The point is, have you learned to act like a baby when you meet people?My son was not like this in the past. He endured no matter how tired and hard he was for so many years, and he never acted like a spoiled father to him.

Thinking of this, Song Xiao gave Qi Xuan a hard look, and couldn't help but said to Song Huai: "You are not as good as me at such a young age!"

Song Huai was forced into the quilt by Qi Xuan, only showing his flushed face, and said: "Father also got caught in the rain, go back and wash up."

Turning to Chaoying again, he said, "Order the kitchen to make some ginger soup for father, and send it to those who came back together today."

Chaoying nodded and went out.

Song Xiao and Qi Xuan stared at each other, but in the end it was Song Xiao who was defeated first, and said to Song Huai, "Take a break, and tell him if you have something to do." Song Xiao pointed at Qi Xuan, not treating him as a prince at all, maybe Not even a daughter-in-law.

It's a male vixen who snatched away his son's soul.

After everyone had gone out, Song Huai took a good look at Qi Xuan, "It was earlier than I thought."

Qi Xuan understood what Song Huai meant, and he told Song Huai the departure date, but he arrived earlier than expected.

Qi Xuan: "I can't wait, I want to see you soon."

He kept speeding up his pace all the way, a lot earlier.But during this time, Song Huai followed Song Xiao to inspect the border defense, and Song Huai hadn't seen the letter after it was sent to the General's Mansion.

Song Huai pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out a hand from under the quilt, Qi Xuan immediately held him and interlocked his fingers.

Song Huai: "Are you tired?"

Qi Xuan: "Thinking of you won't make you tired."

Song Huai didn't laugh at him, but arched the quilt and turned sideways, "Would you like to come up and lie down for a while?"

Qi Xuan's heart was moved, but he held back: "I'm dirty." He was full of dust and dust, and he didn't take a bath for two days.

Song Huai laughed, "I'm not clean either." He also came back on his way, and got caught in the rain.

As they said that, the two of them laughed at the same time, Qi Xuan leaned over and touched his reddish cheek: "Don't make trouble, you are sick now, you need to be fresh and clean."

Song Huai scratched his palm with his finger: "Then you go wash it."

Qi Xuan was so tickled by him that he had nothing to do with him, so he lowered his head and kissed him, "Okay."

Song Huai called Chaoying to prepare water for Qi Xuan, and then washed in the clean room of his bedroom.But when Qi Xuan came out after taking a bath, Song Huai had already taken the medicine and fell into a daze.

Qi Xuan climbed onto the bed, Song Huai struggled to open his eyes and looked at him, then turned over and rolled into his arms.

The rain outside became a little heavier, pattering down.

Qi Xuan hugged the person in his arms tightly, and rubbed his face against his, feeling that it was not as hot as before, and An Xin fell asleep with him.

The author has something to say: Huai Huai: Do you want to sleep together?

Xuanxuan: Does Huaihuai want to drink with me?

Huaihuai: I'm sick!

Xuanxuan: When I heard that I had a fever...hehehehe~~

Huaihuai: ...