Song Qingshan paced back and forth in the study alone, thinking about how to deal with it.
The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.
Assassinate Du Gangfeng, but he is secretly protected by Dongchang, who does not know the details and depth. Wen Tie was even more skilled in swordsmanship and was known as the Luoyang Sword God. Such a person was killed directly. Can you imagine how powerful Du Gangfeng was to protect him?
To impeach Du Gangfeng, a memorial was sent to the palace like a snowflake, and all were detained without any disturbance at all.
This is completely impossible to do.
Song Qingshan has been living smoothly for half his life. Even if the government is in chaos, he still sits firmly on Diaoyutai. In other words, the more chaotic the court and the world are, the more money he makes.
"Bang! Bang!"
A knock on the door came from outside the room.
The steward's voice was urgent and he reported: "Master of the house, Duke Chang Biao of Wei and Duke Ximen Bao of An are here."
"please!"
Song Qingshan gave an order.
"No need to invite, we are here."
Chang Biao's voice came first. He broke into the study and cursed: "Song Qingshan, how did you arrange it? To assassinate an important court official like Du Gangfeng, you must kill him with one strike. You have failed to assassinate now. , to alert the snake, and then never think of assassinating him again.”
Ximen Bao's big head also nodded hurriedly, nodded and said: "Old Song, you are so disappointing. I always thought that I can trust you to do things, but I didn't expect you to be such a waste."
The two of them kept taunting Song Qingshan with each other's words, showing condescending bossiness everywhere.
The friendliness before is gone.
Not to mention the ease of chatting and laughing with a woman in the yard.
Song Qingshan felt the attitude of the two people, his eyes were stern, and he was even more thoughtful. However, Song Qingshan did not break his face and waved his hands: "You two, no matter what the situation is, we will face it together. Let's sit down and talk first."
Chang Biao lifted up his robe and sat down and asked, "Do you have any solution?"
"Yes, have you?"
Ximen Bao also asked loudly.
Song Qingshan replied: "The current situation is indeed helpless. Impeachment will not work, and assassination will not work. What can you two do about this matter? You are both honorable ministers and nobles, so there must be some ways."
Chang Biao said: "I have a way."
A glimmer of hope rose in Song Qingshan's eyes, and he quickly asked: "What can we do?"
Chang Biao replied: "You just commit suicide and end the case. In addition, your son will also commit suicide. After all, the evidence of his crime has been investigated clearly. Once your father and son are dead, the case will end here, and there will be no further in-depth investigation." "
Ximen Bao added: "Old Song, we are brothers, you can't just die without saving me, right?"
Song Qingshan's cheeks twitched.
I'll save you XX...
I was about to die, but you still asked me to commit suicide, and I also committed suicide with my son to save others. Is there anyone so selfless?
Anger arose in Song Qingshan's heart, and he gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Wei Guogong, An Guogong, we are in the same boat. Now that something has happened, it is unreasonable for us, father and son, to take the blame."
Chang Biao's eyes were cold, without any pity or sympathy, because Song Qingshan was a despicable person.
They are the descendants of the Duke and the descendants of honorable ministers.
How can it be the same?
Chang Biao flicked his sleeves and said loudly: "Old Song, I won't talk in circles anymore. The situation has developed to the current level and is no longer controllable, and we can't solve it."
"I asked someone to inquire about the situation. On the surface, Luoyang City has not changed much, but it has become loose on the outside and tight on the inside. You can't escape at all."
"If you can escape, then that's it."
“The problem is there’s no escaping it.”
"If you are arrested and your son is also arrested, the entire Song family will not be able to escape and will be dealt with. We will also be implicated."
Chang Biao talked eloquently: "After you die, those of us who are alive will ensure that the Song family continues. After all, in addition to your eldest son Song Wenzhong, you have other sons, what do you think?"
Ximen Bao lost his usual honesty and smile and promised: "Brother Chang's words are true. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. Just go and I will support your wife and daughter."
Song Qingshan was even more dejected.
His straight shoulders slumped, and he felt desperate. He also knew that Chang Biao's words made sense.
When he died, everything ended.
If he doesn't die, the family will suffer and more people will be implicated. As long as people like Chang Biao and Ximen Bao are alive, they will definitely miss some old feelings.
Song Qingshan was extremely sad and angry, gritted his teeth and said: "I have always not interfered with the court, and I support Zhao Shan, but he targets us indiscriminately. Is there any king's law? Is there still a law?"
Chang Biao sighed: "Old Song, we are unlucky to be targeted by the emperor. Zhao Shan is the emperor and can really do whatever he wants."
After Song Qingshan was silent for a moment, he said word by word: "Tonight, I will take my son and end it."
"good!"
Chang Biao also breathed a sigh of relief and promised: "Don't worry, we will have no problem keeping the Song family after you die."
Ximen Bao said urgently: "Hurry up, we are going back too."
Song Qingshan did not pay attention to Chang Biao and Ximen Bao who were leaving. After sitting there for a long time, he called the housekeeper, took out an account book and handed it to the housekeeper, saying: "Old Wang, in this thick account book, the records of the Song family are recorded." Money given to Chang Biao, Ximen Bao and others."
"In addition, it also records things like helping them kill people, bribing people, etc. Please keep it carefully."
"If Wen Zhong and I die and the Song family is in dire straits, and Chang Biao and Ximen Bao don't care, you can take the account books to sue the officials and drag them into the water."
Song Qingshan said: "The safety of my Song family will be left to you."
The housekeeper Lao Wang suddenly became anxious.
He was confused and said quickly: "Master, you have great eyes and hands, and you will always find a way. Why is this like this?"
Song Qingshan said: "The emperor wants to kill people. No matter how powerful my hands and eyes are, what can I do? In addition, don't look at the discussion between Chang Biao and Ximen Bao. If I don't agree to commit suicide, they will definitely kill me. Destroy the Song family. I thought I could make money while standing, but I didn’t expect that it wouldn’t work even while kneeling. Alas..."
Lao Wang even choked up and felt sad in his heart.
Song Qingshan didn't say any more, prepared a pot of poisonous wine, called his wife, told him about his intention to commit suicide, and asked his wife to discuss with the housekeeper to handle the family affairs.
Song Qingshan ignored his crying wife. After driving her away, he called his son Song Wenzhong over and said, "Wenzhong, come and have a drink with dad."
Song Wenzhong had a domineering personality and lived an extravagant life. He said anxiously: "Dad, my son has something important to do tonight. There is a oiran fight tonight, and I want to give my Qin Xian'er a hand."
"Have a drink first!"
Song Qingshan's eyes were helpless, but he ordered again.
Song Wenzhong thought about going to the brothel, so he simply picked up the wine and drank it in one sip, bowed and turned around to leave. But as soon as he walked to the door, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his lower abdomen. The pain hit him like waves, making him miserable.
Song Wenzhong fell to the ground, eyes widened and said: "The wine is poisonous, Dad, what do you want to do?"
Song Qingshan chuckled, ignored Song Wenzhong, and drank a glass of wine in despair.
After a while, Song Qingshan felt the spread of poison, but gritted his teeth and held on. Veins popped up on his forehead, and he pressed the desk with both hands. When his son died, Song Qingshan took his last breath and said loudly: "Old Wang, it's up to you!"
Lao Wang knelt down and said: "Master, don't worry, I will take care of the family affairs and fulfill your entrustment."
"Thanks……"
Song Qingshan said two words and fell to the ground with a plop.
Lao Wang screamed and wailed, with tears streaming down his face.
Then, Lao Wang called Song Qingshan's wife and started to arrange the funeral.
After the death of Song Qingshan and Song Wenzhong, the family began to hold funerals with gongs and drums, and the news spread all night long.
This news was first discovered by Zhang Xu's Dongchang.
Zhang Xu did not inform Du Gangfeng, but rushed to the palace and found Zhao Shan overnight to report: "Your Majesty, Song Qingshan is dead."
