Chapter 803 Rumor
Prince Beijing's Palace, piano room.
"really?!"
Wei Ying suddenly jumped up from the ground, then leaned forward, resting her hands on her most treasured guqin, ignoring the creaking sound of the guqin, and tensed her two vigorous long legs, asking repeatedly:
"So Sun Shaozong is really going to fight in Southern Xinjiang?!"
Nian Xia, the personal maid, was startled by her master's sudden excitement, and her mind was a little confused for a moment - she had just said a casual word when changing the sandalwood, why did he react so strongly?
Seeing Nian Xia's surprised expression, Wei Ying knew that she had lost her composure, and hurriedly knelt back to her original position, trying to find an excuse awkwardly: "I... Brother Lan originally wanted to thank him in the future, but I never thought that Lord Sun would go to war again."
This excuse was as lame as it could be, but Nian Xia was a servant after all. No matter how suspicious she was, how could she dare to ask any more questions?
I immediately smiled and said, "I just heard a few rumors, I don't know whether they are true or false."
It better be true!
Wei Ying prayed silently and remained silent for a moment. She couldn't help but ask Nian Xia to repeat the gossip she had heard carefully.
Hearing that the rumor seemed to be true, Wei Ying felt even more delighted - she was already worrying about how to keep Sun Shaozong away from the palace. If this news was true, there was naturally no need to add fuel to the fire.
It would be best if that guy surnamed Sun died in southern Xinjiang, once and for all!
This thought flashed through his mind, but he hesitated in an instant. Although the man surnamed Sun was despicable, his actions could barely be called a "hero".
If he really died at the hands of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, it would seem...it would be quite a pity.
wrong!
I have been humiliated by him, so why should I feel sorry for him?
However, although that guy was a bit dissolute, he was compassionate to the poor and weak, and was willing to sacrifice himself for the country...
Wei Ying's heart seemed to be in a state of panic, with all sorts of thoughts running through her mind. When she finally came to her senses, she found that Nian Xia was still standing in front of her.
"You go down first."
She waved her hand to dismiss the maid Nian Xia , and then gently played the guqin. The originally clear sound seemed dull, obviously having been damaged.
But Wei Ying was unaware of it, because an undecided question arose in her mind: Tomorrow Sun Shaozong will come to the palace, should she still meet him?
Logically speaking, since she had this opportunity, she should wait for further developments instead of rushing to take the risk of meeting Sun Shaozong.
However……
If the news is true, this meeting might mean we will never see each other again.
Thinking of this possibility, Wei Ying couldn't make up her mind. The rhythm of the strings vibrating with her fingertips became more and more chaotic, but the depression in her chest was still difficult to express.
clang~
Pressing the seven strings heavily on the body of the zither, Wei Ying suddenly stood up, took the sword from the south wall, drew it out of the sheath with a clang, and then his body was like duckweed, his feet stepped on seven stars, and he danced out a silver moon in front of the zither platform.
…
"puff!"
Xing Zhong gushed out a mouthful of Jimo old wine, which sprayed out for more than ten feet, and the drinking buddy sitting opposite him was the first to bear the brunt of it.
The man subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, but his sleeves were covered with residue, which was sticky and he didn't know what it was. He got angry immediately, slammed the table and jumped up, ready to quarrel with Xing Zhong.
Unexpectedly, Xing Zhong reached out first, grabbed his collar tightly, and shouted with red eyes: "Is what you just said true?! Is Sun Shaoqing really going to fight in southern Xinjiang?!"
The man was pressured by his momentum, and remembering that the man in front of him was a relative of the Rongguo Mansion, he was afraid to really start fighting.
At that moment, his annoyance was halved, and he gently pushed Xing Zhong's wrist with his backhand, mumbling, "It's all over the street, can it be false?"
After hearing this, Xing Zhong slowly loosened his grip on the other person's collar, then slowly sat back in his original position. He was silent for a long while, then suddenly jumped up and ran out of the restaurant like a fly.
"Hey, hey! Mr. Xing, we agreed that you will treat us today!"
A few of his friends chased to the door, but saw that Xing Zhong had already run away. The shopkeeper and the waiter were following him closely, so they had to turn back cursing.
When they returned to the table, they saw that the food and wine on the table were all stained with the filth that Xing Zhong vomited. They were even more angry and kept cursing at each other, but they were reluctant to leave like this. So they just dealt with it and licked the remaining half pot of wine.
Let’s not talk about what happened to these people, but Xing Zhong ran all the way back to the east courtyard of the Sun Mansion. He didn’t say a word to Xing Xiuyan who came out to greet him. He just paced back and forth in the living room like an ant on hot pan.
Xing Xiuyan knew it wasn't a 'disaster' when she saw him like this - if it was really a disaster, Xing Zhong's legs and feet would have been unsteady long ago, so how could he walk with his sleeves flying like this?
So she ignored him and sat back in the corner, put the bamboo dustpan on her legs, picked up the embroidery and continued to work.
"What's going on?"
At this time, Xing's mother came out from the inner room, and seeing her husband's frightened look, she frowned and asked her daughter.
At that time, when Xing Xiuyan saw that her father was obsessed and refused to leave the Sun family, she simply returned to the Rongguo Mansion on her own.
Who would have thought that Xing Zhong would take advantage of the situation and take his wife in as well.
After all, Xing Xiuyun is not like Xue Baochai. She grew up in Rongguo Mansion since childhood. How can she stay there for a long time alone?
In addition, Xing Zhong repeatedly urged him, and even his mother came out to persuade him, so he had no choice but to move back to Sun's house.
However, she always felt very sorry , so she had been embroidering some leftover clothes for Sun Jia and some younger generations recently.
When she heard her mother's question, she stopped what she was doing, looked at her mother and shook her head, saying, "I've been like this since I came back from outside. I haven't said a word since then."
"Then forget about him. He probably drank too much cat urine again!"
Mother Xing recalled that he had run barefoot in the middle of the night the day before, causing unrest in the Sun family. She immediately lost her good look, spat, and was about to return to the inner room.
"Come back here!"
Xing Zhong finally spoke at this time. He first scolded his wife, then rushed to his daughter, snatched the show frame, and threw it to the ground, saying angrily: "It's already this time, and you are still busy with these broken things!"
Xing Xiuyan stood up silently without saying a word.
But Xing's mother refused to accept it. She bent down to pick up the embroidery frame and said angrily, "Why are you going crazy with the child for no reason?"
"I'm crazy? I think you two are crazy!"
Xing Zhong shouted angrily: "This son-in-law is about to fly away, and you two are still tinkering with these broken things all day long..."
As he said this, he tried to snatch the show frame from his wife's hand, but Xing's mother dodged him.
Xing Zhong became even more annoyed, and said, "Do you know how much silver Liu Quan, who just came back, brought back from the south? Hundreds of thousands of taels, hundreds of thousands of taels of white silver!"
"It's hard to find a son-in-law who can be an official and make money, but you watched him with your own eyes, and actually...actually..."
He was furious, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective for the moment, so he could only stamp his feet and said, "Anyway, no matter what method we use, before Sun Jia Erlang goes out to fight, we have to determine this status!"
