Cheng Yanzhao stopped, he glanced at Chang An next to him, Chang An went out to make tea, and Cheng Yanzhao turned back the same way and sat back on the chair.

This time he didn't say anything, but looked at Song Xian suspiciously, staring until Song Xian raised his head.

With eyes facing each other, Song Xian still didn't say anything.

Cheng Yanzhao's eyes flashed: "Why can't I go?"

Song Xian said: "Where have Lord Li and the others been? Did you find a spy on the way? Is it almost heard from the capital?"

Cheng Yanzhao was not easily led to the wrong path. On the contrary, his expression seemed much more serious than before: "Axian, don't you think Miss Xie is different from ordinary women? She is very smart. From selling herbal medicine to now... I want to go to Chenjia Village more and don't know what she can do next time."

Song Xian's jaw stretched out.

Cheng Yanzhao's eyes shrank, and Song Xian was still quite scary with anger. He had a murderous aura, making people feel that it was wrong to breathe by his side.

Since Yanzhao dared to start this, he had to bite the bullet and continue: "You also know that my mother is different from ordinary women. She doesn't like going out for banquets or something on weekdays, so she likes to make plans at home. You said...will my mother like Miss Xie very much?"

This time Song Xian raised his eyes.

Cheng Yanzhao shivered alive. If he was an enemy general, he would turn around and run away now, asking for a life to save his dog.

It’s not a lie to be scared in front of the formation.

"What?" Cheng Yanzhao swallowed, "What's wrong?"

Song Xian said coldly: "I have told you a long time ago, stay away from her."

Cheng Yanzhao refused to give in half: "Why?"

Chang An, who was holding tea at the door, kept eavesdropping on the other side, couldn't help but sing a stick of incense for Mr. Cheng and a bow.

Song Xian put down the pen in his hand.

Cheng Yanzhao continued: "You have said before, I didn't ask you carefully and asked me to stay away from Miss Xie because I was afraid that Chenjia Village would not be able to do your job well. What if I promised that there would be no problem? Do you still care?"

Song Xian's eyes seemed to have a layer of cold air: "No matter what the reason, don't go forward. This matter ends here, don't mention it to me in the future."

Cheng Yanzhao stared at Song Xian for a while, and finally nodded as if he was sure. The serious expression on his face instantly went clean and returned to his former hippie smile.

Cheng Yanzhao said: "Axian, you are different from others in Miss Xie. Have you noticed it? Not only because she may be your life-savior, right?

If you like it, say it earlier. This is different from fighting. You need to be sure before you take action."

Song Xian frowned: "What are you talking nonsense?"

"I didn't see your own appearance just now," Cheng Yanzhao coughed, "You see, even Chang An hid at the door and didn't dare to enter. If the pen in your hand was not a pen but a sword, I would be afraid of just stabbing a hole in me."

After saying this, Cheng Yanzhao lowered his voice: "If you don't dare, or don't know what to do, why not talk to me and I'll give you an idea.

What is your situation now? Is Miss Xie interested in you? Even if you have a love or a concubine or a woman, it’s okay. I think Chenjia Village trusts you very much. After all, Mrs. Chen is the elder of Miss Xie, so you can coax Mrs. Chen first."

Song Xian listened to Cheng Yanzhao's words and did not want to think carefully about the nonsense, but those words kept drilling into his ears.

Finally unable to bear it, Song Xian stood up from the chair with a calm face.

Cheng Yanzhao said: "You can fight, you are not as good as me. Although I have not gotten married, I have seen and heard more than you. I can do my wholeheartedness for you. If someone else wants me to help me, I will not be willing to give up."

Song Xian looked at Cheng Yanzhao, and he would believe what Cheng Yanzhao said unless he was stupid.

Song Xian said: "You go to Yizhou to train troops in half a month."

Cheng Yanzhao shivered and felt the coldness of the north wind: "Didn't you say you want to take your generals with you..."

Song Xian said: "I want to go to Zhaozhou and also go to Xingzhou to see the iron smelting furnace there."

Cheng Yanzhao refused to believe it: "Didn't you deliberately let me practice troops because of what you said just now?"

Song Xian's eyebrows were clear, and there was no sign of something strange: "No."

Cheng Yanzhao struggled: "I have old cold legs."

Song Xianran said calmly: "We will lead troops to fight in the future, just in time, to adapt."

Cheng Yanzhao sighed again, suddenly missed the earlier days. Even though he ate toad oil, he finally had to eat it again. As Song Xian looked like, although he would never admit it now, but...

It may not be that easy to eat the meals made by Miss Xie himself.

The door opened, and Chang'an placed the tea in front of Song Xian and Cheng Yanzhao.

Cheng Yanzhao brought up the tea bowl. When he mentioned that his mother might like Miss Xie very much, he really felt that he couldn't eat this cup of tea at that moment.

"Uncle," Chang An whispered, "It's snowing outside. Do you want to use a patch of pig paste?"

Cheng Yanzhao's ears stood up: "What kind of pig paste?"

Chang An said: "Miss Xie sent it to me and I want to treat the old man's shoulder injury."

"I also have an old injury. I fell off my horse and fell on my butt last time, but it has not healed yet," Cheng Yanzhao said, "Give it a try for me."

Song Xian waved his hand and asked the goalkeeper Cheng Yanzhao to "take it out" and then walked into the inner room and sat on the brocade.

Chang'an heated the pig paste on the fire and put it on Song Xian's shoulder.

The warm feeling spread from the pig paste to his shoulders. Song Xian put on his clothes and walked out of the inner room. He turned his head to look out the window. Large pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky, but it gave him an illusion that it would be melted by a warm feeling before the snowflakes fell on the ground.

"It's cold," Song Xian said, "Go to arrange a carriage and send the people from Chenjia Village back."

Changan responds.

...

When Xie Liangchen and Chen Yongyi and the black eggs came out of the blacksmith shop, the heavy snow was almost overwhelmed.

Xie Liangchen stood in the snow and shivered just now when he saw Chang Yue walking forward.

Chang Yue will not show up on weekdays unless Song Xian gives other instructions.

"Miss Thank you," said Chang Yue, "My uncle knows that you are sending the breeze box to the blacksmith shop. Seeing that it is snowing heavily, I am afraid the road is difficult, so I will send you back in a carriage."

A carriage parked not far away.

Heidan and his men had long been attracted by the carriage. If Xie Liangchen and Chen Zigeng were not here, they would have walked up to see the carriage.

Since Song Xian made such arrangements, Xie Liangchen could not refuse and whispered: "I'm working hard, thank you for us."

Chang Yue asked Xie Liangchen and others to get on the bus.

After hearing that Heidan and his wife were really going back to the carriage, they calmed down and sat in the carriage for a while. Before Heidan could come back to her senses, she was filled with the horse pulling the carriage in her mind.

The horse was snow-white all over, and although it was not as powerful as the horse that General Song Xian rode, it was indescribable. Now they were sitting in the carriage pulled by the horse.

Chen Yongyi sat outside with the coachman, and sighed in his heart that General Song was so good to Chenjia Village because he valued the wind box, and people still had to be able to do it.
Chapter completed!