The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 501
Song Cheng's face turned even paler.

Fu Wan held the warm hand stove, looked up at him, and said calmly: "The wind and snow are very heavy. On such a day, it is better for Song Qing to stay at home and warm up. Go back early."

Song Cheng slowly put away the jade in his hand, bowed to salute, and seemed to want to say something before turning around.

Seeing that Fu Wan closed his eyes halfway, he said coldly: "I don't need such a hard work to prove my position as the emperor." She suddenly opened her eyes, and the noble phoenix eyes were full of arrogance, "This The world is just a chessboard in my hands, no one can change the chessboard I want to play."

"What your majesty said is true." Song Cheng looked indifferent, and glanced at Fu Wan in the snowy light, "it's just that your majesty, people are not objects, and you can no longer manipulate them at will when you are in a hurry."

Fu Wan laughed, "Then the power must be beyond my control."

Song Cheng turned around and walked out.

Because today is the Spring Festival holiday, he is not wearing a court uniform or official uniform, but a snow-white robe and an indigo Taoist robe over his coat. Walking in the snow-covered ground, it looks like Zhilan Yushu is standing in the wind, and the fairy wind bone.

Fu Wan narrowed her eyes as Song Cheng walked away step by step, and then she looked away.

……

Song Cheng walked along the corridor of the imperial city until he reached the south gate, then got into the carriage, and headed straight to the Song family's house.The Song family is a big family, many branches have many powerful people, but the main family is the one that all branches must obey.

It is also the only one that can live in the ancestral house.

The Song family's ancestral house was bestowed by the previous dynasty, and the mansion is luxurious and magnificent.After hundreds of years, it looks old and solemn at this time, and the smell of books and rotten wood is everywhere, making people feel heavy when they walk in.

Song Cheng got off the car at the side door of the Song residence, and then walked in.

There was snow everywhere in the courtyard in winter, and many servants were sweeping the snow beside the road. When they saw Song Cheng walking in, they bowed and saluted, very polite.

Song Cheng just nodded and walked towards the main courtyard.He is dressed in white and blue, walking under the towering old trees and old roofs in the Song residence, like a cold and clean exile from the world.

A few quarters of an hour later, he knocked on the gate of the main courtyard.

Song Cheng's grandmother lives here, the old man has silver hair, and when he sees Song Cheng, he shows a majestic and kind smile, "Cheng Lang is here, how is the matter?"

Even though he asked like this, the expression on the old man's face was somewhat sad.

Sure enough, Song Cheng took out the piece of snow-white jade, "Your Majesty refuses to accept it."

"En." The old man nodded, she was sitting in a wheelchair, and said lightly: "It's expected."

"Then this matter..." Song Cheng frowned slightly, a trace of struggle flashed on his gentle face, and then his brows and eyes turned cold, "Then it can only be that the king of Funan'an is in power."

"This matter is not urgent." The old man glanced at Song Cheng, "I heard that His Majesty cares about you very much?"

Song Cheng didn't speak for a while, and even his face didn't change. He nodded lightly and said, "Yes."

"Chenglang, you have to know that sometimes in order to achieve one's goal, people can't just rely on open and honest means." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were sharp and indifferent, "As a branch of the Song family, your mother left early, and only you are left behind." A man, do you know how many people want to occupy the magpie's nest and replace you as Zhang's suzerain from now on?"

Song Cheng's eyelashes trembled, and the expression on his face was as usual.

He slightly raised his face to look at the old woman in front of him, his tone was gentle and polite, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Don't worry, grandma, my grandson knows this."

"I know you are smart, so I dare to entrust you with these things." The old man said, he couldn't help yawning, and said slowly: "Forget it, you go back, I will leave these things to you You don’t have to give me He’s Bi.”

Song Cheng bowed politely to the old man, then turned around unhurriedly, and walked out of the yard.

He went all the way to his own yard, where a hundreds-year-old ginkgo tree was planted. In autumn and winter, the ground from the eaves to the yard was golden, which looked very beautiful.

Song Cheng didn't look at Gingko, but just knocked on the window.

After a while, a person came in from the window.

"Son."

Song Cheng looked indifferent, "How many doses of the medicine have you given His Majesty?"

"It's only two sets before it starts to take effect."

Song Cheng looked out the window, "Let's get the two mates together for her." A gentle smile appeared on his lips, "As for the evidence held by His Majesty, have you destroyed it?"

"When His Majesty succeeds, we will destroy it."

Song Cheng nodded and sat down.

He distractedly glanced at the towering ginkgo tree in front of the window, and then said, "How are the preparations for the King of Nan'an?"

"The medicine has been taken down, and our doctor has also seen it, and said that he will be a waste who depends on medicine to hang his life from now on."

Song Cheng looked at him thoughtfully, and suddenly said: "Okay, you can go down."

When the other party disappeared, the gentle smile on his lips disappeared completely.Then, he took out his flute and blew three times, and a beautiful pigeon rushed through the window through the wind and snow, shaking its feathers.

Song Cheng took out the letter paper inside.

After reading it, he threw the letter paper into the charcoal basin.

……

This situation has been arranged for two full years, but Fu Wan never felt that the Song family would just let her dictate.Therefore, her situation actually has two layers.

On the surface, there are many evidences that people under the Song family used power for personal gain, but in fact, she really wanted to calculate.

It's the Song family dog ​​jumping over the wall in a hurry!
If the Song family is in a hurry to jump the wall, they will collude with their party members, try to threaten Fu Wan, and even directly replace her as the emperor.But the Song family didn't know that this was what she was really waiting for.

She contacted Zhenbei General Shen Chun, and the Song family would definitely want to borrow the military power from the governor of Huguang.

The governor of Huguang has a close relationship with the king of Nan'an County. In addition, the king of Nan'an County is only fourteen years old, and his parents are dead and has no siblings. He is simply a perfect puppet.

Thinking about it, Fu Wan narrowed her eyes slightly.

The servant came in to fry tea for her. The small stove was warm, and the tea brewed was stronger than usual.

Fu Wan liked this kind of tea very much. While drinking tea and reading the memorial, he drank several cups before he felt a little headache.She put down the memorial in her hand, turned around and planned to sleep for a while.

For some reason, as soon as Fu Wan fell asleep, he felt that the dream was very heavy.

When I woke up again, it was two days later.

She felt something was wrong with her brain, as if it was stuffed with cotton.She subconsciously wanted to call for someone to bring her some water, but when the words came to her lips, her tongue didn't work well, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Fu Wan soon realized that he might have been tricked.

(End of this chapter)