Chapter 092 Being remembered
"Speaking of which, this involves the secrets of our Ming Dynasty."
Wei Xinlan picked up a bunch of beef: "The biological mother of the first Prince Qing came from the Dingyang Marquis Mansion. Hey, I have to explain it to you carefully. First of all, Zhang Wenda, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel at the beginning of the dynasty tomorrow, was castrated. He died of persecution by the party. His son Zhang Yingwu joined the army of the Holy Ancestor and made many military exploits. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was named Marquis of Dingyang for his merits;
Because the Holy Ancestor had a good relationship with Zhang Wenda, over time, the Holy Ancestor accepted Zhang Wenda's daughter as his concubine. She gave birth to the emperor's fifteenth son Chen Boli. Because his son was made a noble concubine, the fifteenth son was named Qing when he was 13 years old. Prince, he has ruled Taiwan Province to this day...
Therefore, the Dingyanghou lineage has never been separated from the Prince Qing's Palace. However, because of the relationship between the Marquis and the Prince's Palace, the Dingyanghou lineage has never held military power since the first generation of Dingyanghou. This generation of Dingyang Hou is the current Minister of Foreign Affairs. "
Song Boxian looked at Wei Xinlan with a long mouth and said in admiration: "Okay, Old Wei, you are indeed the brains of our team. If I had known this, I would have just called you and asked you if I didn't understand anything before, and I didn't bother to check the intranet. , and sometimes it is restricted due to permission issues.”
Wei Xinlan smiled bitterly: "You think I'm really that powerful? This is all because I checked it out quickly last night after getting this shocking news. Otherwise, how would I know about these things."
Song Boxian waved his hand: "Never mind, just tell me, what should we do from now on?"
"We?" Wei Xinlan chuckled: "It's you..."
Song Boxian stepped back: "Brother Wei, I don't like this. When we get the money, we all have a share. How come you and I are so clear about it when we are in trouble?"
Wei Xinlan waved his hand: "That's not what I meant, but according to the information we got, you are the first target of others, and the rest of our small flag team are secondary. Maybe others will be angry after they deal with you. It will disappear, and we will not be operated on..."
The corners of Song Boxian's mouth kept twitching. If he hadn't asked for help, he would have wanted to curse...
Seeing the colorful expression on Song Boxian's face change, Wei Xinlan knew that Song Boxian was serious, so she put down the skewers and laughed a few times: "Look at your brat appearance, you're a dignified Jinyiwei, you're from the Hard Steel West Factory Where did that magnanimity go? A mere prince's palace scared you like this. If the palace of Prince Qing ended up, wouldn't you have to pee your pants... Hahaha..."
"Old Wei..."
Wei Xinlan reached out and patted Song Boxian, who was already dark-faced: "Don't worry, kid, it's Prince Qing's house that's going to end. As I said before, you don't have to worry at all if there's a tall man on your side.
At most..."
Wei Xinlan's expression suddenly became serious, and she looked at Song Boxian: "If it really comes to that point, you will only suffer the consequences of being dumb. Don't worry, you have status in Jinyiwei, and they don't dare to kill you. The most you can do is suffer the consequences." After a beating, others will be relieved, so I guess I’ll just let it go.”
"Are you serious?" Song Boxian stared at Wei Xinlan closely.
Wei Xinlan thought for a while and nodded, and then heard him talk to himself in a strange and sinister manner: "Human beings are all fearful. The people of our Ming Dynasty have very gentle personalities. In addition, our Ming Dynasty has strict gun control. No one can say whether we can get a gun, right?
If it were me, who would dare to block me in public? Do you think, as a royal guard, can I be manipulated at will? "
Wei Xinlan picked up a skewer of barbecue, stared at Song Boxian, and said with interest: "You can even draw a gun when attacking a police officer, let alone a special unit like ours that attacks the emperor's own troops. How can I say that the old birthday boy hangs himself? Doesn't he have enough life?" Already..."
After saying that, Wei Xinlan stopped talking and picked up the skewers and started making them fiercely. Song Boxian looked at the wine glass in front of him and recalled what Wei Xinlan said, and instantly understood the meaning.
"Self-defense, that's right. Do I know who you are? If I'm in a hurry, I'll pay for it and expose them. Besides, I'm the only student at Songjiang University who has been sent to the Imperial College in recent decades. Even if it’s for the reputation of the school, it’s impossible for the county prince to give up, right?”
Wei Xinlan raised his head: "I haven't told you anything. After all, you are a famous college student and have your own thinking."
Song Boxian couldn't help cursing in his heart. This guy's method of pushing the blame is really methodical. This idea is purely a reckless choice. To put it bluntly, Song Boxian can completely understand Wei Xinlan's words to mean the same thing: break the pot. Broke down...
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The last major event of the year was the Song family's ancestor worship. On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Song Boxian's family got up early, dressed formally, and drove to the Duke of Qin's Mansion. After parking the car in the parking space outside the mansion, He entered through the door on the left. There were attendants from the Duke's Mansion waiting, and they led Song Boxian and his family to the front lobby.
Entering the lobby, there were four or five people talking around the hall. Song Boxian roughly estimated that there were no less than 50 people.
Seeing Song Boxian and his family entering the door, Song Anmin, the contemporary Duke of Qin who was talking in the middle of the hall, raised his head and greeted his younger brother Song Ankang: "Second brother, come quickly..."
Song Boxian followed closely behind Song's father. At this moment, he saw the older middle-aged people standing with Song Anmin, and the memories kept flooding in his mind. These people were the brothers and sisters of the previous generation of Qin Guogong, as long as they were still in the third generation. Those who are within the limit must return to the Duke's Mansion to worship their ancestors on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month every year.
"Second uncle, fourth uncle, sixth aunt, sixth uncle..."
Song Ankang greeted those people, and then others greeted Song Ankang. Song Boxian led Song Borong forward and saluted the people in front of him: "I have seen the second grandfather, fourth grandfather, sixth aunt, and sixth uncle. ..."
After the greetings, Song Boxian was called away by his second brother Song Bozhao. According to etiquette, the current second-generation boss of the Song family is the eldest son Song Boyu. Now the eldest brother Song Boyu is serving as the left counselor in the Anxi Protectorate, with a military rank of colonel, and a bright future. , only after Song Anmin retires in the future, he can become the next generation of Duke of Qin.
"I've met my eldest brother..."
The two brothers Song Boxian saluted Song Boyu together, and then saluted the other brothers and sisters surrounding Song Boyu. Of course, Song Bohui, the younger sister, also saluted the two brothers Song Boxian.
Song Boyu looked at Song Boxian with a serious smile and said, "Lao Qi, when I came back I heard that you were sent to the Imperial College?"
Song Boxian nodded: "That's what happened."
"Well..." Song Boyu nodded slightly: "Since Chun Gong (Song An, the 7th generation Duke of Qin) entered the Imperial Academy, our Song family has not produced a talented person like you for more than two hundred years. This time it is really a blessing. Our Duke of Qin’s palace has gained face.”
Song Boxian quickly said modestly: "Big brother deserves the award, but little brother is just lucky."
Song Boyu chuckled and said: "You guys, you have been very humble since you were a child. I thought you wouldn't be able to be stable for a long time. I didn't expect that it would still be the same now. But it's okay, so as not to bring unnecessary trouble to our family, so I I also often warn all of you to learn from Lao Qi and never act recklessly just because you are from the Duke of Qin. Otherwise, something really happens and harms the world. Whoever did it will bear the full responsibility. .”
"yes..."
Starting from the second eldest brother, Song Bozhao, everyone nodded in agreement, treating the eldest brother's words as an imperial edict.
The sixth aunt not far away said: "Look at the momentum the boss has now, Anmin, you have raised a good son."
Song Anmin chuckled and said: "Sixth Aunt praised me again. After so many years of training in Xizhou, if this kid still doesn't have independent thinking and ability to do things, and I have to worry about everything, then I will have to think carefully about this title in the future. ”
With laughter, the second uncle touched Song Ankang and said, "Ankang, you are not a bad boy. After I came here, I heard from An Min that that boy Boxian was sent to the Imperial Academy?"
Song Ankang nodded: "That brat works hard on his own, that's what happens."
"Okay... our Song family, after hundreds of years, finally has another student from the Imperial College. Ankang's education is of the highest quality."
Facing the constant compliments, Song Ankang waved his hand and said, "Uncle, please stop joking. Bai Xian has been educated in the mansion since he was a child. We are all Song family members, and everything is dominated by the Song family."
"That makes sense..."
The adults on this side were chatting enthusiastically, and the female relatives there were also very low-key. They were all praising Song Boxian and saying that Lou Jiajia and his wife had raised a good son.
After all, in the Ming Dynasty, as long as you were admitted to the Imperial College, you were required to choose a school of study when you entered, either literature or martial arts, or choose a subject that you were good at. After graduating from the Imperial College, there was only one place to go.
Being an official...
Those who were born in the Imperial College of the Ming Dynasty were given the rank of ninth rank once they were sent abroad. In the thousands of counties in the Ming Dynasty, some county magistrates did not even have the rank of rank. This means that nobles and ordinary students regard being able to enter the Imperial College as their life goal. The number one goal.
After being lectured by Song Boyu for more than ten minutes, the brothers and sisters dispersed. Song Bozhao, the second child, took Song Boxian aside and whispered: "Seventh child, I heard that you have found a girlfriend?"
Song Boxian raised his eyes, his eyes full of surprise: "Second brother, where did you know this?"
Song Bozhao smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry about where you know it. I'll ask you, how did you deceive people?"
Song Boxian squinted: "Second brother, how can this be a lie? She took the initiative to pursue me."
Hearing this, Song Bozhao looked disbelieving and said with a smile: "You brag is really good at bragging. If someone else is the eldest daughter of a noble family, if she wants money and good looks, would she take the initiative to pursue you?"
Song Bozhao didn't notice Song Boxian's expression when he heard his words, so he continued: "However, our seventh child's appearance is not bad. If this is really the case, you will be lucky in this life..."
"Second brother, do you know her identity?"
Song Bozhao didn't know that he was being tricked by Song Boxian, so he laughed and said: "Nonsense, the dignified eldest daughter of the Marquis of Yanzhou, when she had her coming-of-age ceremony, my eldest brother was not here, and I went to have a banquet with my father and second uncle. How could I not know? ?”
