Mu Qianxun repeated the news he heard from Mu Jiuge with song Shiyu.

Song rain after listening to a pair of good-looking eyebrows can not help but twist very deep.

"Are you sure Ye Ning sent people to Xinjing and liaowu to protect my father, not to kill him?"

Mu Qianxun shook his head slightly and said with certainty: "Jiu Ye's martial arts is not weak, but he also knows lip language. Even if you hear it wrong, you can't read it wrong. "

If it's about the life and death of others, he may not be sure.

Who let Mu Jiuge be the most unreliable "person" he had ever seen!

However, Song Yu would be different.

Song Yu is Jingchuan's nephew. Mu Jiuge may be careless about other people's life and death, but he can't be careless about his life and death.

In Song Dynasty, Yu naturally did not easily believe what a stranger said, but she believed in Mu Qianxun.

"What are you going to do with it? Shall I send someone to Xinjing and liaowu to inform my father? "

"It is necessary to inform the marquis. The martial arts of marquis is one of the best in the southern Qin Dynasty, and there is Qingliu who is as careful as dust around him. If you know that someone is trying to harm him, there should be no problem. In case, I will send another secret guard to protect the Marquis! " Muqianxun is not tight, not slow.

It was about the safety of Song Yu. Although he had considered everything, the rain in Song Dynasty was still a little uneasy.

Tight tight embrace in his waist hand, gently against his arms, stuffy voice should be a sound, "good."

Mu Qianxun felt that she was depressed, but he didn't know how to comfort her. I can only raise my hand and pat her on the back.

After about a quarter of an hour, he succeeded in hearing a familiar grinding sound coming from his arms.

The muscle on the face couldn't help smoking, low feeling way: "it's really a heartless woman."

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The next day, in the Song Dynasty, the rain was awakened by the heat.

Because mu Qianxun left his room early and went to his study. He ordered fatalism to take people to Xinjing and liaowu to protect Song Yu.

Originally, he intended to let Di Xuan go, but he thought it was very important, so let destiny rest assured.

Anyway, he has nothing else to do at the moment.

Even if there was, it was nothing compared with the safety of Song Yu.

Song rain back to his room after washing, go to the study to find mu Qianxun, fatalism has set out with people.

Of course, she didn't know about it.

"Xianggong, I want to write a letter to my father. When you ask someone to inform my father, give him the letter for me

"Late! They have been away for half an hour. If you want to write to the Marquis, I can ask someone else to send it to you. " Mu Qianxun said flatly.

Song Shi Yu thought about it and thought it was a bit of trouble, but the trouble was that others were not her.

"Good. I'll write it now. When I've finished, you'll ask someone to deliver it for me. "

With these words, she went to Mu Qianxun's desk and sat down.

After writing two and a half pieces of rice paper, she finished what she wanted to tell Song Yu.

Mu Qianxun sat at the chess table and played chess with herself. When she folded the three pieces of rice paper she had written and put them in the envelope, she kindly reminded her, "it's raining heavily in Xinjing area for days, and there's flood danger. You put the letter in an envelope, and when you wait, you may not be able to read a word. There is a small bamboo tube in the drawer on your left. You should have no problem packing the letter in the bamboo tube and sealing it with wax. "

In Song Dynasty, when he reminded him that it was inappropriate to put it in the envelope, he immediately took out the bamboo tube from the place he pointed out, and while repacking the letter, he said thanks with a smile.