The carriages and horses of the Dalong Mission headed north along the official road and gradually went further and further away until they turned into a small black dot and disappeared.
The people who worked for the Great Dragon Mission withdrew their gaze and sighed silently. The feeling of parting is always sad no matter when or where.
Especially this kind of mission trip with an unknown future is very worrying.
She originally stopped outside the Shili pavilion to watch her son go away, but Qinglian, who had been pretending to be calm, withdrew her gaze, her beautiful eyes were reddish with a faint mist, and she threw herself into Liu Mingzhi's arms and sobbed softly.
"Husband, Feng'er and the others will return safely, right?"
When Qi Yun and other beauties heard the soft sobs of their good sister Qing Lian, their originally slightly sour hearts suddenly became filled with mixed emotions, and each of them frowned slightly and lowered their heads.
Although they did not give birth to Liu Chengfeng personally, they had watched the child grow up under their knees since childhood, and now seeing him leaving home and traveling thousands of miles away from home, their feelings of reluctance were much less than that of Qinglian, their biological mother.
However, this is a decision that the husband has already made, no matter how reluctant they are, nothing will change.
Liu Yiyi, Liu Chengzhi and all their sensible brothers and sisters also lowered their heads with gloomy expressions.
They have grown up together as brothers and sisters. They have rarely been separated over the years, and their relationship with each other is extremely deep.
Regarding Liu Chengfeng's departure from home, all the brothers and sisters felt no less uncomfortable than their parents.
Wan Jiangdie, the wife of the Song Qing Dynasty, was a tiger girl in the general family, and her character was much stronger than Qinglian. Today, she came with her husband and uncle Liu Mingzhi to practice for her second son. She was originally quite peaceful when she heard Qinglian's words.
The crying also became sour and unbearable.
There was a faint mist in her pretty eyes, and she leaned against Song Qing's shoulders and her delicate body trembled slightly. Although there was no sound of crying, it was obvious that she was sobbing quietly just like Qinglian.
Liu Mingzhi raised his hand and patted Qinglian's back gently and comforted in a low voice: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore, Lian'er, don't worry, I promise you, Chengfeng and the others will
Will come back safely.
It actually won't take long to travel from our capital, Dalong, to Tsarist Russia. If nothing special happens, we can return home in about a year at the earliest.
Maybe God has the beauty of adulthood and they can come back in half a year.
Good Lian'er, the young eagle will fly after all. If you stay with us and ride the wind, you can live without worries and be safe.
But one day when you and I live for a hundred years, we have protected him so well. What will these children do without us?
It is not a good thing for them to have any hardships and hardships blocked out for them.
The universe is vast and the world is so big that they always have to try it themselves.
This time he served as the chief military officer of Dalong Zheng envoy to Tsarist Russia, which was a good training for him.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
Next time we meet again, my husband believes that he will become a dazzler for all of us.
Good Lian'er, please stop crying, okay?"
Qinglian shook her shoulders a few times, stood up from her husband's arms, and stretched out her hands to wipe the tears on her face.
"I know my husband's good intentions for Feng'er, but I just can't let go!
Now that my son has left, he still doesn’t know that he will be able to return home in a year and a month. As a mother, can’t I cry a few times?”
"Okay, okay, of course, my husband didn't say not to let you cry a few times! My husband just sees you crying like pear blossoms and rain, my dear Lian'er, and feels sorry for you.
I have cried in pain and complained, now it is time to laugh and give my husband a smile."
Qinglian looked at her husband's teasing eyes, groaned, rolled her eyes and walked towards the sisters.
"Bad husband, I will ignore you."
Liu Mingzhi watched Qing Lian go to Qi Yun and her sisters to find comfort. He sighed quietly in a low voice and walked towards Song Qing and his wife, shaking his folding fan.
"Brother, sister-in-law, and second sister-in-law, don't feel too uncomfortable. Chengfeng and Yang'er are helping each other, and there are three thousand elite soldiers protecting their safety. There is no need to worry about their safety during this trip to Tsarist Russia.
At best, it’s just that I can’t see them some days and I need to worry about them.
There is no need to worry about the rest, brothers guarantee that they can return Dalong safely and unharmed.
Just put your heart in your belly."
Wan Jiangdie and her sisters were not aware of Liu Mingzhi's plan, but Song Qing knew it very clearly. He knew in his heart that there was a slim chance that Liu Chengfeng and Song Yang would be killed in Tsarist Russia.
No need to worry too much.
The only thing worth feeling uncomfortable is that I may not be able to see my son for a long time.
Song Qing reached out and patted the two ladies on the shoulders.
"Okay, okay, third brother has already promised you that Yang'er will not be in danger. How can you cry any more?
Stop crying, quickly wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, chat with your brothers and sisters about pleasant anecdotes, and forget about all the unhappy things."
"Yes, husband."
Wan Jiangdie and her sisters bowed to Liu Dashaofu: "Uncle, I and I have gone to chat with my brothers and sisters."
"Okay, please, two sisters-in-law."
"Yun'er, Yan'er, Lian'er... you go back in the carriage first, and ask the elder sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law to go back in the carriage as well. You guys will just be chatting about women's topics on the way.
Those of you who want to have fun outside the city can go and have fun. Those of you who don't want to have fun go home with the mothers.
My husband and my eldest brother can just ride back and chat about small things on the way."
"I understand, husband."
"I got it, Dad!"
After listening to Liu Mingzhi's instructions, everyone took one last look at the official road which was filled with passers-by, except for the presence of the Dalong Mission, and turned around to board the carriage.
More than a dozen carriages creaked and drove towards the capital. Young Master Liu turned his head and glanced at the endless official road. He took out his handkerchief and wiped it with no trace at the corner of his eyes twice. He took the reins of the horse and left ten miles away.
Pavilion.
Song Qingquan didn't notice Liu Mingzhi wiping the corners of his eyes. He sighed silently and followed the horse's reins.
Young Master Liu took off the wine bag on his horse, drank it, and threw it to Song Qing: "Brother, I think you will have to make a hard trip to the North in a few days."
Song Qing raised the wine bag and took a few sips, looking at Liu Mingzhi with a slightly raised brow.
"Are you planning to move the garrison north now?"
Liu Mingzhi nodded silently: "It's better to hurry up sooner rather than later!
My uncle did a good job in this matter. He moved his troops north to graze their horses on the grounds that there was abundant pasture north of Yinshan Mountain, and he could hardly find any loopholes.
Maybe some old foxes have guessed something, but in the past two months they have chosen to remain silent and never come forward with any advice, which means that they actually approve of my decision, brother.
When the monarch and his ministers are united, there will be no worries at all."
Song Qing nodded clearly: "I understand, when will we leave?"