Song Tingfan was used to others' bad words, and instinctively resisted. He moved back half a step, and suddenly something supported his waist.

He turned his head and met the woman's smiling expression, and suddenly he calmed down, and pursed his lips, "No need."

"General Song, you must accept it, otherwise we won't leave."

The old woman patted her grandson on the back, "Shun'er, give it to General Song."

The little boy walked over with a basket obediently and handed it to Song Tingfan, "General Song, I'll give you food."

Lin Ling glanced at his father, then got off him, then ran into the carriage, and quickly grabbed two fruits, "You give us cakes, we give you fruits."

Seeing that the little boy didn't want it, he said again: "You don't want our fruits, we don't want your cakes. My mother said that we must have come and go so that we can get along for a long time."

The little boy hesitated for a moment before taking it, and said timidly: "Thank you, little boy."

"I'm not a young master, my name is Lin Ling, no, my name is Song Ling, and my mother said I'll follow my father's surname."

Lin Ling smiled and took the pancake, took one and took a bite, his eyes lit up, "Your pancake is so delicious, just as delicious as my mother's."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She couldn't even catch up with this baby's mouth.

She was afraid of wasting time, "Thank you for your kindness. We can't take so much food, and we can't finish it on the way, and it will be broken."

"It's a waste to lose it, you can eat it yourself."

"No waste, no waste, Mrs. Song, you can accept it, we can't get over it if we don't accept it."

"Please accept it."

"Mrs. Song, you are all worthless things."

...

Lin Qiao was so amused that she couldn't leave if she didn't accept it today. She glanced at Song Tingfan and whispered: "Please accept it."

Song Tingfan pursed his lips and said "Yes".

Finally, a carriage was added.

The carriage walked a long way, Lin Qiao leaned out through the carriage window, and a group of people were still kneeling on the ground. Finally, there was something that did not disappoint Song Tingfan.

She turned around and looked at the man holding Lin Ling, "Don't spoil him."

"Get down and sit down by yourself. You are not careful. Your father's legs will be numb later."

The next sentence was obviously said to Lin Ling, no, it was Song Ling.

Song Ling's little mouth slapped, "Dad is not numb, Dad is a great hero." Even though he said that, he still honestly sat down from his legs.

Before Lin Qiao could say anything, he muttered again, "I saw my father holding my mother that day. My mother was heavier than me, and my father didn't have numb legs."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Her cheeks were faintly hot, but she still pretended to be a mother, "I can't recite it later, and I'll hit the palm of my hand."

As soon as Song Ling heard about reading, his little head was like two big ones. He quickly changed the subject and held Song Qin's hand, "I just read it in the morning. Zeng A-Ni, I will teach you how to play chess."

Song Qinshi said kindly: "Okay."

Soon, the old and the young started playing chess. Lin Qiao couldn't bear to watch it, and she made a mess in disorganization and asked the Master for money to spend in vain.

He simply didn't see the eyes and took out the account book. He quickly thought of something, turned over the bag, took a bottle of medicine, "Sit over and apply the medicine."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Tingfan sat over, with a little crowded position, and the two of them were next to each other.

“…”

She applied some ointment on her hands and gently rubbed it on his wound. After so many days, the scar still did not fall off, and the black hard shell was extremely obvious.

Afraid that he was thinking too much, she leaned closer and whispered: "It's still handsome."

It’s not that Song Tingfan didn’t look at the bronze mirror, the scars were not good-looking, they looked like centipedes, very ugly. He wanted to pick them up several times.

But I'm afraid that it will make it look ugly if I suck.

He pursed his lips and whispered: "It's okay."

It's okay, don't comfort him.

She still cared about it and said it was okay. Lin Qiao glanced at the two people next to her. Seeing that they didn't notice this, she quickly kissed her, "He's handsome."

As soon as the words were finished, the child shouted in dissatisfaction, "Mom, I want it too if you steal your dad."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She glared at him angrily, "If you can't play chess, just read the book if you don't play."

"Mom, you are so angry that you are so embarrassed that you are so bad." Song Ling seriously "teached" her a lesson.

Lin Qiao: "..."

At this time, the man's low laughter sounded, and she turned her head and looked over. She saw him laughing like this for a long time, pretending to be angry and grabbed the back of his hand.

Then I took a book and read it.

Song Qinshi looked back and forth with kind eyes, and felt much more at ease.

She has always been worried that Tingfan will do things that will be sorry to Qiaoer after staying in the capital for a long time and having more people to see.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the carriage was very warm.

I don’t know how long I walked, but the voice of the coachman came from outside, “Master, someone is following us.”

Lin Qiao subconsciously thought someone was going to kill them, and her heart tightened. Song Tingfan held her hand and signaled that it was okay.

The officials of the court were not very stupid. If something went wrong with him, the emperor would investigate it thoroughly for face.

Then he looked out the window and saw three or four carriages behind him, and he couldn't tell who it was.

He pursed his lips, "Stop and let them go first."

The coachman immediately stopped the horse.

The carriage behind quickly rushed up, but did not walk forward, but stopped a little behind them.

No matter how you look at it, something is wrong.

Song Tingfan frowned, "I'll go down and take a look, don't come down."

"Don't go see it, let's wait a little longer. If they don't leave, we will turn around and go back."

Lin Qiao grabbed him. Now on the official road, these people should not be too brave to take action on the official road.

"fine."

Song Tingfan got off the carriage, got closer to the carriage behind him step by step, and said directly: "What are you doing with us?"

His tone was gloomy, and the coachman was frightened, "Song...Song..."

Song Tingfan's eyes became colder and colder. Finally, he raised his hand and lifted the curtain of the carriage. His eyes stopped, including men, women, young and old.

They are those people at the gate of the general's mansion today.

He pursed his lips and softened his tone, "What are you doing with us?"

One of the uncles said embarrassedly: "General Song, we have no malice, we just don't have a place to go, we just want to follow you."

He paused for a moment and said, "You are worried. We are not just stubborn, we just want to make a move."

These people are homeless people. Even if they have money in their hands, they don’t know where they have gone.

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan was silent for a while, "Yes."

Nothing said, the curtain left now.

After returning to the carriage, Lin Qiao asked, "Who is it?"

"Those at the door of the mansion want to follow you."

"Ah? It's OK, there are few people in the villages."

"Um."

...

The carriages were not fast, and it took half a month to arrive at the village.

Seven or eight carriages entered the village, and every household came out to join in the fun after hearing this, "Whose family belongs? Why are there so many carriages?"

"Xiao Wu, how rich is this."

"Is the Song family back?"

"No, I came back on a horse before."

...

Song Ling listened to the sound outside and slid his head out curiously. Looking at the birds flying around in the sky, his eyes were very bright, "Mom, I like this place."

Lin Qiao didn't know what he was thinking. She saw the bird. "Put your head back, be careful to get discouraged." As she said that, she reached out to pull him back.

When she thought of these people seeing her expression later, she felt a headache, and she was afraid that she would be on the "hot search" in the village again.
To be continued...