Chapter 1155 You can make a small profit, I will never lose
"Changsun Huan!"
Seeing his old friend, Bai Song was in a good mood. He sneaked up behind Changsun Huan and shouted.
Changsun Huan stood outside, while his father Changsun Wuji went inside to see the queen. Without realizing it, he was startled by Bai Song.
I almost screamed.
When he turned around and saw that it was Bai Song, he patted his chest and walked over. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Bai Song's shoulder. Suddenly he thought of Bai Song's current identity, so he quickly retracted his hand and called out "Master Bai" in a decent manner.
Bai Song was so funny that he took the initiative to hook up with Changsun Huan. He held Changsun Huan under his arm and pressed him tightly: "What are you doing? Even though we haven't seen each other for a long time, we don't want to see him like this."
Changsun Huan was so pressed that he couldn't lift himself up, but the familiar tone of Bai Song's words made him feel very friendly. He struggled to push Bai Song away and straightened his clothes in disgust: "You are already a prince, but you still follow me?"
Same as before?"
"Aren't you the same as before? You've been following your elders for so many years, and you haven't been on your own."
Speaking of which, Bai Song has gotten better and better over the years, but he is still standing still.
Changsun Huan's expression was a little gloomy.
"Well, no matter how things change, classmates are still classmates, and this will never change."
Changsun Huan grinned, and finally he hooked Bai Song's shoulder and nodded heavily.
"Is your dad in there?"
"Um."
"Besides seeing the Queen, what other purpose do you have?"
"What else could it be for? Bring me here with you. I must have something to ask you for."
"What do you know?"
"I haven't said it clearly, but it's probably related to the ranking in Lingyan Pavilion."
Bai Song patted Changsun Huan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You can do it, you are a bit politically sensitive now."
Changsun Huan smiled, and suddenly the door to the queen's room opened.
Changsun Wuji pushed the Queen out slowly.
"Sir Bai, I'm not polite." Changsun Wuji smiled at Bai Song.
Bai Song bowed his hands to Changsun Wuji: "Lord Changsun."
"Thanks to you, the Queen's life can be saved."
"This is the duty of a minister."
"Ahem..." Changsun Wuji coughed twice, and Changsun Huan finally understood and hurried over, took the wheelchair from his father, and pushed the Queen around in the courtyard unhurriedly.
The empress had not seen her eldest grandson Huan for a long time. She was lying in a wheelchair with kind eyes and seemed to have a lot to say.
Changsun Wuji watched the two people leave and naturally came to Bai Song.
"Master Bai, we haven't talked alone in several years."
"Yes, I remember the last time we had a good chat was the last time."
Bai Song sighed with emotion, and Changsun Wuji looked a little embarrassed.
Changsun Wuji was about to say something when Bai Song said without warning: "Master Changsun, you have been elected as the leader of Lingyan Pavilion."
Changsun Wuji did not react: "Master Bai, what did you say?"
"Master Changsun should be elected as the first person in Lingyan Pavilion. I believe no one will question it, and the emperor will not have any doubts."
"Master Bai, what you said..."
"In fact, Lord Changsun's purpose is very obvious. Everyone knows this, so I won't beat around the bush. No matter where your final position is, I will definitely say it bluntly in front of the emperor. Lord Changsun is the most suitable person to be the minister of Lingyan Pavilion.
figure."
Changsun Wuji was elated after hearing this, but he had to suppress his excitement and responded very implicitly: "Master Bai, what are you talking about? The head of Lingyan Pavilion must belong to Master Bai Song, although the emperor
There are many veterans around me, but when it comes to real achievements, who can compare with Lord Bai. The position at the head of Lingyan Pavilion must belong to Lord Bai, I don't dare to think about it."
Changsun Wuji was not lying, he really thought so.
But why did Bai Song hear it so harshly?
My portrait or stone statue hangs in Lingyan Pavilion, and I feel like I'm about to die. I'm thinking to myself, the old man won't curse me to death, right?
"I don't want any of these false pretences."
Bai Song muttered secretly, and then raised his hand to the other party: "Master Changsun, I have never thought about entering Lingyan Pavilion. I am still young, and the seat in Lingyan Pavilion was originally prepared for all the veterans. This Lingyan
The head of the pavilion must belong to Lord Changsun."
Bai Song never thought about entering Lingyan Pavilion?
This was an unexpected surprise. If Bai Song disappeared from Lingyan Pavilion, among the remaining ministers, Changsun Wuji would really be dissatisfied with who could be ranked in front of him.
Apart from Bai Song, he would also be interested in sitting at the head of Lingyan Pavilion.
Changsun Wuji suddenly became a little enthusiastic. In all dynasties, there was no Lingyan Pavilion dedicated to honoring meritorious officials.
If you can become the first among them, it will be the highest honor among princes, generals and ministers. Who can resist being tempted?
Changsun Wuji didn't know what Bai Song was thinking, and whether what he said was true or not?
At this time, Bai Song said: "Of course, in exchange..."
When the conditions were mentioned, Changsun Wuji felt happy. As long as there were conditions, it would be good. With the conditions, he would feel at ease, and Bai Song's words would naturally be more credible.
"Whatever the conditions are, Master Bai just ask."
"From now on, my senior brother, eldest Sun Huan, will have the final say on the Changsun family. Master Changsun, can you do this?"
"Master Bai, do you mean to ask me to hand over the responsibility of the eldest grandson's family to Huan'er?"
"That's right."
Changsun Wuji was very surprised. He never expected that Bai Song would propose such a condition.
He subconsciously looked at his son who was still pushing the Queen to the garden in the yard, and felt a little emotional in his heart: "Is Bai Song just doing it for the friendship of a classmate? What kind of bad luck did Huan'er have to meet such a good person?
Classmate?"
Changsun Wuji couldn't think of any other purpose of Bai Song. Although this condition was a bit embarrassing, it was nothing compared to being selected as the head of Lingyan Pavilion!
Even if the conditions are a hundred times more difficult than this, Changsun Wuji will never refuse.
"Okay!" I promise you.
Changsun Wuji quickly agreed, fearing that Bai Song would change his mind.
In Changsun Wuji's view, this condition is that he has made a lot of money. Whether it is passed on to the eldest or second eldest son, he is still his son, and it will not have a big impact on the family.
But for such an important position as the head of Lingyan Pavilion, it was a major event that made him and his family famous throughout the ages.
Bai Song also felt that he had made a lot of money, because he knew that the first of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion was Changsun Wuji. He just exchanged the glory that originally belonged to Changsun Wuji for the head of Changsun Huan.
position.
To Bai Song, he was nothing but a white wolf.
This means you can make a small profit and I will never lose money.
The two people in the courtyard had their own thoughts, and their respective goals had been achieved. They looked at each other and smiled, and everything was clear.