Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 427: Fear of being close to home

Song Chunlin watched her gesture for a long time before he understood what she wanted to express.

"You mean, you tasted sweetness and spiciness?" Song Chunlin thought thoughtfully. He asked Liu Liu to open her mouth wide and carefully examined the child's tongue for the first time. He found that the child's tongue was only missing a part of the front part. If trained, the child should still be able to speak.

After touching Liu Liu's head, Song Chunlin gave her some soothing mental hints. The little girl slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep soon.

While the child was sleeping, Song Chunlin called Dabao and asked him if the spiritual spring water could help the child's tongue grow back.

Dabao frowned and said, "Master, are you kidding me? Even if the spiritual spring water is omnipotent, it can't come out of nothing. Otherwise, wouldn't those eunuchs be lining up outside your house to ask for water?"

Song Chunlin: “…”

The topic had gone off track, so Song Chunlin quickly added, "No, she's only missing the front part of her tongue. I don't think there's much... cough cough cough, logically speaking, this can't be considered fabricated."

Dabao was speechless and just told him to try it, but he couldn't guarantee that he could conceive again.

"It's been a while since she was injured. If it had just been broken, there might have been a chance. But now... I have an idea, but I don't know if I should tell you..."

"Don't say that!" Song Chunlin interrupted him, because he could clearly imagine what Dabao was going to say next, and he firmly disagreed with it.

"Okay, we'll just do our best. We can't let her suffer again. That's it."

After Song Chunlin disconnected from Dabao, his eyes fell on the sleeping girl. After a long time, he sighed softly and thought, "Forget it, it's fine like this now. At worst, I can just spend more time and effort to teach her other ways of pronunciation. It's not necessary to cut her tongue again."

Early the next morning, Song Chunlin prepared breakfast. After waking up, Liu Liu washed up according to Song Chunlin's instructions. She could not speak, but her wide eyes were full of confusion. She felt that the young man in front of her might be an immortal, otherwise how could he always produce a lot of things out of thin air, including food, drinks, and the iron horse they rode yesterday.

Song Chunlin knew what she wanted to ask, but he said nothing. He just asked Liu Liu to finish breakfast quickly because they had to set off back to the capital early. He only planned to stay outside for half a month this time. However, things in the Jin Kingdom were not going well and he had already wasted several days. Now he had to travel with a child, so it might take a few more days for him to return.

Just like yesterday, after eating, the two men rode their motorcycles across the plains. Because there were no other vehicles here, the tire marks left by Song Chunlin last time were still clearly visible. They could return to the capital smoothly by following these marks.

In the Marquis' Mansion in the capital, Su Fuqing looked outside for who knew how many times. Old Madam Su was playing with her little grandson nearby, and she was a little puzzled to see her son's look.

"Didn't you say he was only going out for a few days? Why are you so nervous? He will be back when the time comes." It was no wonder that Old Lady Su was so relieved. It was really because Song Chunlin's reputation as a protector of the country was too loud. He was summoned to the palace by the emperor many times to participate in national affairs. In the eyes of the old lady, he was a man of real ability. When such a capable person went out on his own, Old Lady Su was naturally relieved.

Su Fuqing forced a smile on his face and thought to himself that if you knew where Song Chunlin was going, you wouldn't say that.

However, he also secretly cursed Gu Fengyun in his heart. Originally, he was not worried at all like Old Madam Su. The strange thing was that a certain man insisted on telling him that Song Chunlin was going to the Jin Kingdom this time and the emperor sent him there to stir up some trouble. He told him such a big thing without reservation. How could he not be worried after hearing it?

Gu Fengyun, who had been scolded, sat in the study of the Ministry of Justice. The file in front of him had been there for a long time, but he had not read a single word. After a while, he called his followers, who had already formed a conditioned reflex.

"My Lord, there is no news from the city gate yet."

"Ah."

After Gu Fengyun finished his "hmm", he stopped talking. His followers left the study and stood guard at the door, waiting for the master's next call, and then repeated what he had just said.

They have been having this conversation for several days. The follower has long known that their master has been waiting for a piece of news these days, but he doesn't know what the news is and can only mechanically repeat the same words over and over again.

Gu Fengyun sat alone for a long time. He calculated the time and found that seven days had passed since the agreed date. If Song Chunlin had not returned on the tenth day, he would ask the emperor for leave and go to look for him in person.

At the same time, the emperor in the imperial study, like Gu Fengyun, repeatedly sent secret guards to guard the city gate, and asked these people to come back and report every hour to ensure that they would not miss any news about Song Chunlin.

At this moment, Song Chunlin was camping with Liu Liu by a stream. He had been giving the little girl spiritual spring water for three meals a day these days. Facts had proved that the spiritual spring water was indeed effective, but the effect was limited. Liu Liu seemed to have recovered some of her sense of taste, but she still couldn't speak and could only make "ah ah" sounds.

Song Chunlin reflected on himself and wondered if he was using the wrong method. He should find a more professional teacher to teach Liu Liu the correct pronunciation. But were there such teachers in ancient times?

Song Chunlin expressed his doubts. Even if there really were such talents in this era, they would probably not be easy to find.

Seeing Song Chunlin frowning, Liu Liu couldn't help but pull his sleeve. When he lowered his head, she smiled at him, her eyes seemed to say: Brother, I'm fine, it doesn't matter if I can't speak.

Song Chunlin was warmed by her smile. He reached out and touched her head, then in a good mood rewarded her with a bottle of AD calcium milk.

The two of them traveled for another three days and finally returned to the capital. In a town close to the capital, Song Chunlin rented a horse and rode Liu Liu back to the city.

Perhaps it was because she was homesick. The closer she got to the capital, the more nervous Liu Liu became. She kept wondering, "Does her brother still remember her?" "Will he be angry that she took so long to go back?" "Or maybe he had completely forgotten about her. If she went back, would it bother him?"

Along the way, Liu Liu thought of many scenes of reuniting with her brother, but she never thought that before she even entered the city gate, several people rushed up. They said a lot to Song Chunlin, but Liu Liu didn't understand a word. Because they were strangers, she grabbed Song Chunlin's clothes tightly and refused to let go.