Lonely non-good minister

Mrs. Lin burst into tears of gratitude and hurriedly thanked her: "My dear father, thank you very much."

She had noticed something was wrong with Emperor Hong Ming's expression, and she had been his daughter-in-law for 20 years. Mrs. Lin knew very well what kind of person her father-in-law was, and she naturally also knew what Emperor Hong Ming had done. But now he looked wrong. , then you know what he is thinking.

He was selfish and cold-blooded and indifferent to Song Chun's illness. During this period, he was secretly criticized by many people. I'm afraid he knew it in his heart. He wanted to save face and wanted everyone to think that he was a loving father, so he felt very guilty now. I just want to find a suitable opportunity to show off my feelings for Song Chun.

"Father, there is something I don't know if I should tell you." Mrs. Lin was still miserable, as if she were a widow.

Emperor Hongming looked up and said in a complicated tone: "You say it."

Mrs. Lin raised her face so that Emperor Hong Ming could see the tears on her face, and said with choked sobs: "When the prince was ill, he once lamented the impermanence of the world. He personally educated Wei'er for many years, and originally planned to make Wei'er a child after the New Year. After some arrangements, he was allowed to practice so that he could take care of his father's worries, but unexpectedly something happened to his body. Now that Wei'er is about to reach adulthood, he cannot be alone. Things are really unpredictable, and his sons and ministers are also puzzled. The prince has been practicing martial arts all year round. , His body has always been healthy, how could he suddenly fall ill and become haggard in just a few months? After some speculation, it seems that someone is deliberately trying to get Wei'er's throne before he succeeds. "

When she mentioned Song Chun's illness, Emperor Hong Ming inevitably felt guilty. He had always felt guilty about practicing the longevity technique before. He was unwilling to admit that Song Chun's death was related to him, and he was even more afraid that others would know about it. Relevant to yourself.

He was a loving father. He loved and valued Song Chun so much, how could he harm his life?

"Indeed, I have doubts." Emperor Hong Ming's perfunctory answer was full of guilt. He was restless on the throne and wanted to leave quickly without talking to Lin about this issue, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

As for what Lin said about seeking the throne before Song Wei became successful, Emperor Hongming didn't care. The fact that he was born in the royal family was not unusual. Even before he ascended the throne, he knew his other sons' position towards Song Chun. How coveted it is, it’s even more surprising now.

Mrs. Lin continued what he said: "My son is a housewife who really doesn't understand the interests of the court, but she also understands that whoever benefits will be suspicious. The prince is in the East Palace, so I'm afraid he will block the way of some people. That’s why there is a calamity.”

Her words suddenly awakened Emperor Hong Ming. He seemed to have seen the hope of finding someone to blame. His energy and energy were suddenly full. His almost rigid brain barely moved, but he was still unable to capture the useful object.

Yes, what a good reason. How could the prince's sudden illness be related to him?Those brothers must be ambitious and kill each other regardless of brotherhood. If he punishes them severely, what is he not a loving father?As for not visiting Song Chun, there is an explanation. It is just an old father who cannot bear to face the sick appearance of his beloved son. What is there to blame?
"I heard that many ministers intend to recommend Uncle Jiu, saying that Uncle Jiu has outstanding political achievements and is not like the prince and other princes, who are all reckless warriors." Mrs. Lin knew exactly what Emperor Hong Ming was thinking at this moment. Not worried that he would rebuke him for being involved in politics, he said it bluntly: "The prince has always valued Uncle Jiu, and I really don't want to think about the bad things. However, Uncle Jiu is very prestigious among the officials. This time he comes back to get married." , I met many local officials and was busier than the prince."

She covered her face and choked, deliberately not finishing her words.

Emperor Hong Ming did not doubt such naked guidance. Instead, he was delighted. In his opinion, Song Yuan was too suitable to take the blame.

She has no strength in the military, so there is no need to fear her as much as Song Fu. Moreover, her mother and wife are both in the palace, and she has a weak spot in her hands. The prestige of hundreds of officials is just a clique for personal gains.

"Presumptuous!" Emperor Hong Ming suppressed his inner excitement and his expression changed several times: "If Song Yuan really has other intentions to harm Chun'er, I will kill him."

The father-in-law and daughter-in-law had their own thoughts and ideas, and they successfully reached a consensus on this matter.Soon, Emperor Hongming summoned his servants and asked Song Yuan to enter the palace.

At this time, it was the time of Song Chun's funeral ceremony. Everyone went to the East Palace and summoned Song Yuan alone, not afraid that she could call in helpers.

The chamberlain quickly left, and Ms. Lin also left crying. As soon as she left the Taihua Palace, Ms. Lin's expression became proud. She was so excited that she couldn't control it. Everyone in the palace had heard about her going crazy. Look at her. She smiled with tears in her eyes, thinking that her madness had struck again.

Returning to the East Palace, Mrs. Lin made a special trip to the Mingtang where the memorial ceremony was held. She didn't see Song Yuan's figure, and she felt even more proud. She leaned against the door frame and looked at the people leaving the ceremony with a smile and a cry on her face. She caught a glimpse of Shen Yuan who was following closely. The little Shen behind the Queen's eyes was even colder.

So many female relatives were crying, but the tears on little Shen's face were particularly dazzling. This occasion seemed to give her the most suitable opportunity to vent her sadness, even though she did not look as sad as Queen Shen, but Lin Still see the pain and despair.

Mrs. Lin was so angry that she held on to the door frame tightly, but then she thought about it, so what if she was affectionate?I couldn't see him again until his death. How can the regret left behind be made up for by crying in front of the soul?

With this thought, she finally felt a little more comfortable, and regardless of the fact that Queen Shen was still here, she turned around and returned to her bedroom.

In the East Palace, Song Chun's study, Song Yuan did not see the chamberlain who came to summon her to the Taihua Palace. Instead, she waited here and looked at the pen clerk standing in front of her.

"The last time we said goodbye, we haven't seen each other for many years. I didn't expect that you would come from working under Huo Ying to work under my eldest brother." Song Yuan sat back on the chair, lazily and relaxed, and his tone was not serious. In contrast, Standing in front of her, Xu Yingrong was trembling nervously.

Song Yuan sipped the hot tea: "I heard that you came to the East Palace when Huo Ying went to the northwest to investigate the case. You have been working as a pen clerk since you arrived. What did my elder brother ask you to do?"

"No." Xu Yingrong was really afraid of her. She had been beaten so many times over the question of whether she was a boy or a girl, and almost lost her life in the dungeon of Tingwei's Mansion. Even when she saw Song Yuan, this fear still aroused her. Wrapped around her.

Song Yuan was very satisfied with her fear of him. Xu Yingrong's temperament must be suppressed. Only fear can make her do her duty. Otherwise, this kind of person will definitely use small means to show off his power.

"Please give Master Jiu a way to survive." Xu Yingrong knelt on the ground very wisely: "I am willing to serve Master Jiu."

Song Yuan held the tea cup and pondered for a while before speaking: "Is your ability still useful?"

"Yes, this is what a villain needs to survive. I have been practicing diligently these years." Xu Yingrong answered hurriedly, for fear that if she spoke too slowly, she would become an outcast.