GBP Chapter 379 Prince
Chapter 379 Prince
Early the next morning, news came from the palace. The emperor announced to the world that King Linyuan had sacrificed his life for his country. He posthumously conferred the title of prince on him, and his concubine Xu was made the Prince of Qin. He also announced that his only remaining young son would be the crown prince. After the war, the bodies of King Linyuan and the princess would be escorted back to the capital, and the court would give King Linyuan and his wife a grand funeral.
Su Fuqing ordered his men to wait at the palace gate early, and rush back as soon as the emperor's edict came out. Su Fu was also shocked when he heard that King Linyuan died in the battle.
"Is it that foreign prince?"
"That's right. The notice said that King Linyuan held on in Linyuan City for more than ten days and did not collapse until the very last moment. This is how Linyuan City was saved. However, he himself died due to his severe injuries."
Su Fuqing waved her hand to let the servants leave. Old Madam Su, who was holding the child, didn't dare to relax until the servants left. She gently stroked her chest and said, "I'm scared to death. I'm really afraid that the Marquis and the Grand Marshal will make a mistake. Otherwise, we will be left with an orphan and a widow. What should we do?"
"Mother, please stop saying these discouraging words. The Marquis promised me that he would return safely."
Seeing that her son looked unhappy, Mrs. Su did not dare to say much. She just held the child and coaxed him gently.
Such a big event spread very quickly in the capital. Before the afternoon, Song Dazhuang and his men had received the news. Song Dazhuang naturally did not know the King Linyuan who died in the battle, but when he heard that King Linyuan's body would be transported back to the capital, he wondered if Song Chunlin would come back with him.
Because of the border issues, several families have been living and eating together recently to take care of each other. At this moment, the adults are sitting together, discussing when the war at the border will end.
Grandpa Song felt that it was almost time. All the members of the Song family who knew Song Chunlin thought so. They had no confidence in others, but they were full of confidence in Song Chunlin. They felt that with Song Chunlin present, the battle would surely end soon.
This was indeed the case. Those barbarian soldiers who were chased and fled in all directions thought they could go to those small towns to seek help, but they were chased all the way back to the grassland. After they returned to their respective tribes, they found that this time they went out to fight, not only could they not get any benefits, but they were almost starved to death on the way back, and nearly 70% of the young warriors in the tribe were killed. This shocking news soon spread throughout the grassland.
This time they joined forces to attack Dajing, which was originally a sure win, but they didn't expect the losses to be so heavy in the end. They lost both their lives and their money, and the Khans of those tribes were so angry that they almost vomited blood.
The reconstruction of Linyuan City has just begun. Because Song Chunlin can run fast, he was sent to Baita City to pick up the little prince. He is only three years old this year. It is naturally impossible to let him, a member of the royal blood, wander outside. From what the emperor said, he should be brought to the palace and taught personally.
Come to think of it, this is understandable. His father sacrificed himself for Dajing. If the emperor did not bring him back, he would be criticized by the world.
The little guy doesn't know that his parents are dead. The first thing he does when he wakes up every morning is to ask Fang Siyi when his father will come to take him home. He misses his father, mother, and aunts.
Fang Siyi looked at the little kid who was not even as tall as his knees. His heart ached when he thought that the kid's parents might have passed away, but he still comforted the child softly.
"Don't worry, your parents are too busy right now. They will come pick you up when they are done."
The child opened his round eyes and asked in a baby voice, "Really?"
"Of course it's true, so you have to eat well and sleep well, they will be here soon."
"Oh, I'll be good and obedient. Uncle, I ate a big piece of pancake today."
Fang Siyi smiled: "Well, young master is awesome."
Looking at the obedient and soft child, everyone was cursing the barbarians in their hearts and praying at the same time that the war would end soon. They had been hiding in this cellar for more than ten days and they could not hold it any longer.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the entrance of the cellar above their heads. Everyone immediately gathered together alertly, holding sticks and shovels in their hands as weapons, and then looked up vigilantly.
They were waiting nervously downstairs. Song Chunlin upstairs had already touched the handle of the cellar entrance. He opened the door in a flash, but did not go down immediately. Instead, he asked the people downstairs first.
"Are you all here?"
"It's Young Master Song!"
Fang Chen and Fang Yi were the first to step forward. They looked out from the cellar entrance and saw that it was indeed Song Chunlin. He was also looking down and when he saw that they were all safe and sound, he smiled at them.
"It's really Young Master Song, why are you back?"
Fang Chen and Fang Yi moved aside a little to give Song Chunlin room. Song Chunlin jumped down from above. He glanced to the side and found the little kid hiding behind Fang Siyi. He timidly pulled up Fang Siyi's pants, revealing half of his little head and looking at Song Chunlin.
Song Chunlin walked up to him, squatted down, and poked the little bean's chubby cheek: "Hey, little guy, do you remember me?"
The child stared at Song Chunlin for a long time, and finally found the memory of Song Chunlin in his head. It was incredible that a three-year-old child could still remember Song Chunlin, this handsome big brother.
"Big brother, did Daddy send you to pick me up?"
The child's innocent words made Song Chunlin feel sad. Looking at such a young child, who still spoke with a baby voice, how should he tell this child that both his parents died in that battle.
The words took a turn when they came to his lips. He tentatively held the child in his arms and said nothing.
Everyone present had experienced war, so how could they not understand what Song Chunlin's current silence meant?
Huang Cuizhu's eyes were red, and she wished she could kill all those barbarians right now. The others also had indignant expressions on their faces.
Song Chunlin didn't hold her for long. He stood up and told Fang Siyi and the others, "We have driven away the barbarians over there. You can go out now, but you still have to be careful recently. Remember to go out with a group. Don't be alone. Got it?"
Fang Siyi nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, sir, we will definitely not run around."
With Fang Siyi's assurance, Song Chunlin was still very relieved. At last he said: "Gu's army will be back in a while. I will ask them to patrol here more often. We have too few people here and it is still not safe enough. You should remember to carry weapons for self-defense on weekdays. As for this child..." Song Chunlin paused, looked down at the ignorant child, and couldn't help but sighed.
"This little guy's two elder brothers have not been found yet, most likely because... He is now the prince's only bloodline. I want to take him away and send him back to the capital with the prince's coffin. He is a member of the royal family and should be buried in the royal mausoleum."
This was a direct confirmation of King Linyuan's death. Everyone present had mixed feelings. Song Chunlin didn't want to say much, and didn't even take a rest. He took the little guy out of the cellar, declined Fang Siyi's attempts to keep him, and left with the child. Fang Siyi didn't even know what means of transportation they used to leave.
Song Chunlin walked quickly out of the yard with the child. Before everyone came out of the cellar, he put the child on the motorcycle and put a child safety helmet on him. After thinking for a while, he tied the child to himself with a strap. As long as he didn't fall, the child would be fine.
When everything was ready, he set off immediately. It was still noon, and Song Chunlin calculated the time. If they went faster, they could cover one-third of the distance before dark tonight, and the rest of the distance would be covered in just one day tomorrow.
It was the first time for the child to ride a motorcycle, and he was very curious about this strange-looking lump of iron. Song Chunlin was afraid of scaring him, so he asked him to sit backwards with his little hands holding his waist. The motorcycle roared away, and the sound could be heard from far away. The little guy was so scared that he immediately held Song Chunlin's waist and refused to let go.
After Song Chunlin had driven a long distance, the little guy mustered up the courage to secretly turn his head and looked at the scenery passing by. His mouth opened in surprise.
Song Chunlin noticed his action and told him with a smile: "Shut your mouth, otherwise bugs will fly in."
After hearing this, the little guy really shut his mouth obediently, and then looked at Song Chunlin with admiration. In his impression, only his daddy's big horse could run fast, but the iron lump that this little brother was riding seemed to run faster than his daddy's big horse. The little brother was really amazing.
Song Chunlin had no idea what the little guy was thinking. He just kept walking and finally managed to cover almost one-third of the distance before the sun set. As it was still early, Song Chunlin walked for another half an hour.
After the sun set, Song Chunlin stopped and put away the motorcycle in front of the little kid. He then put out a tent and some wood. After he settled the child down, he took the wood and started a fire. As the fire grew, the little guy's body, which had been frozen by the wind, also warmed up.
Because he was with a child, Song Chunlin prepared a bowl of minced meat porridge and some steamed dumplings for the child. The little guy began to feel drowsy after eating and drinking. Song Chunlin opened the sleeping bag and put the child in it, while he sat aside guarding the campfire. He did not plan to sleep tonight, and his mental power was always on alert. Fortunately, nothing happened that night.
As soon as the sun rose, the little guy woke up. He washed his face and brushed his teeth with the hot water prepared by Song Chunlin, and drank the sweet hot milk and the fragrant steamed dumplings. After these two delicious meals, the little guy's heart had completely turned towards Song Chunlin.
After adding a windproof jacket for the little guy, the two set out on their journey home again. Song Chunlin did not dare to stop along the way. Finally in the afternoon, the two saw the peak of Tianchi Lake and the towering walls of Linyuan City.
Song Chunlin stopped the car not far from Linyuan City, and walked to the city gate carrying the child.
The sharp-eyed soldiers guarding the city saw that Song Chunlin's arms were bulging and thought he was holding a large package. When they walked closer and took a closer look, they found that it was a child.
"Young Master Song, where did you steal this child from?"
Song Chunlin was unhappy: "Who are you talking about who stole the child? Can you speak? Get out of here. I'm in a hurry to go back."
Ignoring these clumsy soldiers, Song Chunlin hurriedly carried the child back to Linyuan Palace. As soon as he arrived at the palace, the child struggled to get off the ground, and Song Chunlin let him do it. Unexpectedly, the child ran away as soon as he got off the ground, but the child soon stopped.
Because now the Linyuan Palace is completely wrapped in white cloth, and the usually colorful curtains have been replaced with plain gauze curtains. The whole palace is a dismal white sight. The little guy has never seen such a scene before, and he stood stupidly on the corridor, as if trying to identify the way back to his room.
Song Chunlin followed him and saw that he looked confused, so he could only bend down, hold the child's hand, and lead him through the corridor to the front hall.
Now there is a huge coffin parked in the center of the front hall. It is prepared for King Linyuan. There are seven smaller coffins at the back, which are prepared for his concubines and wives. King Linyuan has no principal wife. The highest-ranking person in his backyard is Concubine Xu, who is also the mother of his three children. Now that the beauties are gone, Chen Ci and others snatched their bodies back in time to prevent the barbarians from taking them away and humiliating them.
However, the seven people had been dead for several days and no anti-corrosion measures had been taken in time, so the bodies had already begun to rot. Gu Fengyun was discussing with Chen Ci whether to bury the concubines first.
It was at this time that Song Chunlin came in with his child. When he heard them say that they wanted to bury the ladies first, Song Chunlin subconsciously covered the child's ears, fearing that he would hear something he shouldn't hear.
Gu Fengyue saw Song Chunlin coming in at a glance, and signaled to everyone not to speak. Gu Fengyun closed his mouth, turned around and saw Song Chunlin, and moved his eyes downwards. A cute glutinous rice ball was looking at him timidly.
Gu Fengyun was also a new father, and he had a natural sense of closeness towards human cubs, especially such cute cubs. King Linyuan himself was handsome, and Concubine Xu was a rare beauty. The child who combined the advantages of two beauties naturally looked very cute, with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and small and cute lips. If Gu Fengyun hadn't known that the child was a man, he would have almost thought he was a little girl.
At this time, the little dumpling was looking at him curiously, as if he didn't understand what was going on.
The moment Chen Ci saw the child, his eyes turned red. With tears in his eyes, he walked to the child, squatted down, and gently touched the child's head.
The child still recognized him: "Uncle Chen Ci, why are you crying? Are you sick? Where is my father? Where did he go? And my mother, I miss her so much. Doesn't she know I'm back yet?"