King Cheng glanced at the silk book: "Why does it take so long?"
Silk Shu hesitated for a moment: "The old man's situation is a bit troublesome. He is too old and has many problems. He does this and then that. Our people are afraid that the old man will play some tricks, so we have to accompany him, so we waste time!"
"Let him come in!" King Cheng said in a deep voice.
The silk book was written quickly.
After a while, Silk Book came in with Mr. Song.
Mr. Song straightened the back of his chair, maintaining the dignity of the previous village chief of Songjia Village. Although he felt sad when he looked at the furnishings in the mansion, he still pretended not to care.
"This is our prince!" Silk Shu stepped forward and introduced King Cheng.
Mr. Song nodded lightly: "Hello, Your Majesty!"
Silk Shu frowned slightly and was about to say something, but King Cheng raised his hand to stop him.
"Mr. Song, you have worked hard on this journey!" King Cheng said with a faint smile.
"Your Majesty, I heard that you are here to attend Fu Xin's wedding?" Mr. Song asked, "Song Tuan Yuan is doing so well now, how can he bother you, Your Majesty?"
King Cheng smiled and said: "That's what I wanted to do, but you wasted time on the road, old man. Now the marriage has been over for three days!"
Mr. Song said quietly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, that son is Song Tuanyuan's son, and it has nothing to do with me, the old man. It doesn't matter whether I show up or not!"
King Cheng heard dissatisfaction from Mr. Song's mouth and couldn't help but ask: "What did the old man say? The number one scholar in Song Dynasty is a descendant of the Song family. He won the number one prize and married a lady from the Protector's Palace. It is the Song family that is honored."
The old man should be happy!"
"Song Fuxin is Song Tuanyuan's son, not Lao Chan's son. Lao Chan's son is already dead!" Mr. Song's eyes darkened, "I was dragged to death by Song Tuanyuan!"
King Cheng asked deliberately: "How do you say this?"
Mr. Song said coldly: "My son was a great one among men. He could recite the Book of Songs at the age of three, write poems at the age of four, and was a scholar at the age of twelve. He originally had a bright future, but he was obsessed with that Song Tuan Yuan at an early age.
They got married and gave birth to children, and they were always in trouble all their lives, but they were still a scholar until their death! That Song Tuanyuan was just a broom star, but now I never expected that he could actually work for the prince!"
Mr. Song gritted his teeth when he spoke. It can be seen that he really hates Song Tuanyuan!
Cheng Wang smiled and asked: "If that's the case, then why did Mr. Song agree to this marriage in the first place?"
Mr. Song frowned: "Firstly, my son is willing, secondly..."
Mr. Song was a little hesitant.
"What's next?" King Cheng continued to ask.
"Because Song Qingfeng threatened the old man. He knows martial arts, medical skills, and can use poison. If he doesn't agree, he will poison the entire Songjia Village to death!" Mr. Song was so angry that he said, "These words, almost twenty years ago
, the old man never mentioned it to anyone
However, when I talk about it today, it’s because I really can’t swallow this breath. Her son Song Tuanyuan is now the number one scholar in high school, and she has become the county head, which is very glorious. But back then, if it weren’t for them, my son would also be the number one scholar in high school and shine in Song Dynasty.
The lintel of the house!"
King Cheng couldn't help but laugh and said: "Mr. Song, Song Fuxin is also named Song!"
"But Song Tuanyuan's surname is also Song, although this surname was changed later when he came to Songjia Village!" Mr. Song said bitterly, "A migrant who doesn't know where he came from took over my son as soon as he arrived in Songjia Village. This tone,
I have endured it for almost twenty years!"
King Cheng's eyes darkened, and he asked: "Then, if Song's surname was not Song before the reunion, what was his surname?"
Mr. Song shook his head: "Who knows, maybe Song Qingfeng caused some trouble and took his children to our village to take refuge. It's a pity that my good son with a bright future was ruined by Song Tuanyuan.
!”
King Cheng never expected that Mr. Song would just say everything without using any means!
"Your Majesty, I don't care whether you are friends or enemies with Song Reunion. I am just a lonely old man who has lost an excellent son. Her prosperity, wealth and disasters have nothing to do with me, so I still ask General Cheng to
Let me send this old man back to Songjia Village. He just wants to guard my son's lonely grave and live for the rest of his life!" Mr. Song said in a low voice.
Prince Cheng did not expect that Mr. Song could be so innocent and open-minded, so he said: "It's really too late today, why not, you rest in Prince Cheng's Mansion for one night. If you don't change your mind tomorrow,
This king will find a way to send you back!"
Mr. Song said quietly: "I will never change my mind!"
King Cheng nodded and asked Mr. Song to take him to rest.
After Mr. Song left, King Cheng yearned for the silk book: "What do you think?"
"This old man Song has lived a clear life, and he took the lead to make his position clear. Perhaps he really loves his son so much that he has lost hope in everything in this world!" Silk Book said, "If it is not for this reason, it is because this old man is so wise and stupid.
!”
King Cheng nodded: "This old man looks like an old country man, but when he saw me, he was neither humble nor overbearing, and his speech was very orderly. He gave King Bei what he wanted naturally, but he didn't seem to say anything of substance.
He is really a master!"
"Then what should we do now? Should we be tortured or..." Silk Book asked.
"Let's find a way to stay for two days first and see how the Song family responds!" King Cheng said.
The silk book was written quickly.
Song Tuanyuan returned home, her heart pounding all the time.
Congratulations, get married. Is Ji Changan really going to get married?
"Mother!" Song Fuxin knocked on the door and came in.
Song Tuanyuan quickly recovered and asked, "But do you want to go back?"
Song Fujin nodded: "I'm going back tomorrow and I want to ask my mother if there is anything else I want to ask you."
Song Tuanyuan said quickly: "It's nothing, just bring more gifts. Don't be surprised if there are many gifts!"
Song Fujin nodded: "I know this!"
Song Fuxin saw that Song Tuanyuan was in a trance again, so he asked: "Mom, are you still worried about me going to the Ministry of Household Affairs? Yesterday, an old general from the Ministry of War came to inspect the Ministry of Household Affairs. He admired me very much and immediately
I was transferred to the army
Ministry! I heard that this old general was one of the founding fathers of the country, and the late emperor also gave him the sword of Shangshu, which was very powerful. At that time, when he wanted people, the people in the Ministry of Hubu did not dare to keep them, so today I have gone to the Ministry of War to take up my post.
walk!"
Song Tuanyuan was stunned: "Go to the Ministry of War again?"
Song Fuxin nodded: "I'm afraid Mr. Ji can help with this matter, because I heard that this old general has been minding his own business for many years, and suddenly went to the Ministry of Household Affairs to inspect, and then suddenly transferred me. It's really a bit strange.
, I thought about it, maybe Mr. Ji is helping us again!"