Song Si didn’t believe it, but looking at Song Wan Yue who didn’t want to say anything he didn’t press the issue, Yue naturally had her reasons for doing so, and she would say it when she could.
“What do you plan to have big brother do?”
Seeing that he didn’t pursue the question, Song Wan Yue secretly let out a sigh of relief, the reason why she said it in front of Xiao Yao was that she wanted to use Xiao Yao’s mouth to tell the Duke of Ding Guo.
“If Li An has figured it out and wants to resign from the Ministry of Works, big brother will have to help.”
As her words fell, Song Si understood the meaning of her words and nodded, “I know.”
As darkness fell, the two of them returned to the Xu residence and met with the old man, Song Wangyue told him about her persuasion of Li An to resign from the Ministry of Works, adding that if Li An really thought things through, Song Si would help.
The old gentleman nodded, “With the kind of situation Li An is in now, he really can’t continue to stay in the Ministry of Works, but even if they leave the capital and go back to Li An’s old home, they will still be found.”
The officials in the court had records, and once they checked, they knew where Li An’s old home was.
“I have already thought about it, if Li An is really willing to resign from the Ministry of Works, let them go to Jiangnan, I will fix a letter to my uncle grandfather and ask him to help arrange it.”
The old gentleman stroked his beard and nodded his head, “You are indeed thoughtful, in this way, I will personally go to South City after dinner and meet Li An.”
Having lived in the Xu residence for so many years, Li An had great respect for him, and if he stepped in, Li An would resign from the Ministry of Works even if he was reluctant to do so.
Song Wan Yue stopped, “If you go out and Li An agrees, there will inevitably be complaints in the future, even if he is not good at the Ministry of Works, he is still receiving the court’s salary, only when he has figured out this matter himself will he have no complaints.”
“Listen to you.”
The old man was now obeying Song Wangyue’s words without any bottom line, no matter what Song Wangyue said, he agreed.
Xu Liang came in and said that the meal was ready.
Several people got up and went to the dining room.
Mr. Er’s family had also come over.
Mr. Lao, Meng, Mr. and Mrs. Er, Mr. and Mrs. Xu Yan, sat at one table, and Xu Cotoneaster, Xu Hui, Xu Rui and Song Wan Yue sat at another.
The family finished their meal, had the servants clean up, changed the tea and talked for an hour before dispersing.
Song Si and Song Wan Yue followed Xu and Song Lin to their courtyard.
“Your eldest uncle and I are going to visit the Ding Guo Mansion tomorrow to discuss your marriage with Miss Xiao, if you can take leave, you can accompany us there.”
Although Xu had grown up in the capital for so many years, she was, after all, an unmarried girl at that time, and had no experience of marriage negotiations in the capital.
Song Si responded.
The next morning, she went to the Ministry of Finance and took a carriage to buy gifts, and went to the Xu residence to pick up Xu, Song Lin and Song Wan Yue.
Yesterday, the Duke of Ding learned from Xiao Yao that the Song family would be coming today, so he had his servants clean the inside and outside of the house early in the morning and ordered the door to be opened so that Xiao Zheng and his wife could wait in the house.
When the carriage arrived at the door of the Duke of Ding’s residence, the butler sent someone in to report the arrival, while greeting them with a smile, giving them a salute and leading them inside.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Xiao Zheng and his wife greeted them and after exchanging pleasantries, they were led to the flower room and seated.
The maid served tea and then retreated.
Xu was full of apologies, “It is because we were not thoughtful and wanted to let Miss Xiao spend more time with you, so we set the wedding date at the end of the year.
Mrs. Xiao Zheng was now very happy with Song Si, and she had longed for them to get married as soon as possible, so she smiled and waved her hand, “Don’t be so polite, sister-in-law.
“Not yet.”
Xu replied with a smile, even in the countryside, there was a good time and an auspicious day for the wedding, and usually a good day would be calculated before the two of them got married.
“I’m planning a trip to Qianshan Temple tomorrow, so that the master there can calculate a good day.”
Thousand Hills Temple?
Song Wangyue’s heart twitched and she looked at Xiao Zheng and his wife without a trace; if he remembered correctly, their son Xiao Qian was there.
Sure enough, hearing that she had gone to the Thousand Hills Temple, Mrs. Xiao Zheng smiled and said, “The master there is indeed good.”
Song Wangyue suddenly spoke, “Then let’s make this day better than the other, it’s a nice day, let’s go there together.”
“This ……”
Mrs. Xiao Zheng looked at Xiao Zheng, they hadn’t seen their son for a long time either.
Xiao Zheng readily said, “Sure, I’ll send someone to tell father and mother and see if they want to go too.”
Xiao Zheng sent someone to ask.
The Duke of Ding didn’t want to go, but the Lady of Ding wanted to go, “Master, I dreamt of Xiao’er again last night, he was lying on the ground covered in blood, I still feel bad in my heart, I have to go to the temple to find a master to help her supernatural. ”
Duke Ding could not tell her that Xiao’er was not dead, he could only answer.
Half an hour later, a group of people left the city in separate carriages in great numbers.
The temple was 20 miles away from the capital and was a large temple with a history of several hundred years. The temple was full of incense and people came incessantly, asking for anything.
The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain and the group disembarked, leaving their men to guard the carriage, and walked towards the mountain.
Xiao Qian had been recuperating here since he was very young, and had stayed for more than ten years. The Duke of Ding and Xiao Zheng’s couple would come over every month, and the little shamans at the temple entrance had long recognised them.
When he saw them coming up, he quickly greeted them, “Master Xiao, you have come.”
Duke Ding nodded, “Is Master Jingfan here?”
“Yes.”
“Please lead the way.”
The young shaman glanced at the line of people behind him.
The Ding Duke understood and turned, “Yao’er, you lead Yue’er and Si’er to see your brother.”
Xiao Yao answered.
Once she had entered the temple, she took Song Wan Yue’s hand and turned a corner, walking towards the back, telling the two as she walked, “Because of his illness, my little brother likes to be quiet, his room is at the end.”
The two of them followed her there.
A boy was waiting in front of a simple room, and as soon as he raised his eyes and saw Xiao Yao, his eyes lit up and he came over with quick steps, “Eldest Miss, you’re here.”
“Where is my little brother?”
“Young master is in the house, he caught a cold last night, so he didn’t go out today.”
Upon hearing that Xiao Qian had caught a cold, Xiao Yao pulled Song Wan Yue to quicken her pace, “How is he now?”
“Young master said it’s fine, he just needs to drink more hot water.”
Xiao Yao quickly walked to the door and pushed it open, the strong smell of medicine wafted out.
Song Wangyue frowned.