"Boom, boom, boom..."
The death knells echoed, the lanterns were removed one after another, and the joy accumulated in the new year was gone, and the whole of Luoyang was immersed in mourning.
From the day of the emperor's death, civil and military officials and all the people are not allowed to have fun for a hundred days, slaughter is not allowed for fifty days, and marriage is prohibited for a month.
This means that the Spring League of the Luoyang Super League must be stopped, and the opening of Tianxia Bank cannot be promoted.
It didn't matter if he lost some business. Song Che had no plans to develop in Luoyang. What he was worried about was the new emperor and the new policies. With the emperor and his ministers, Prince Zhao Sui ascended the throne, and his mentor Jia Taishi was very likely to return to Beijing and resume his duties;
Although Jia Yong was killed by Yang Song, he could not be separated from him anyway. Once Jia Taishi, an old and immortal thing, regained power, he would most likely deal with him.
In short, Luoyang is a place not suitable to stay for a long time.
But,
There are still some unresolved concerns.
King Anyang has not returned to the capital for a long time. In the past, the old emperor was still alive and he could still use "business" as an excuse. But now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, if he does not return to the court to mourn, he will be convinced of his intention to rebel.
In fact, regardless of whether he had different intentions, the seeds of doubt had been planted in the prince's heart from the moment he picked up the princess. Regardless of whether he returned to the court or not, the prince could not keep him;
After ascending to the throne, it is almost an imperial family tradition to kill brothers and sisters first, and then old ministers.
Song Che didn't care what King Anyang was thinking. What he cared about was the heroic female knight holding a sword and carrying a silver whip.
Ever since he got Song Che's second woman, he seemed to have unlocked his desire. He wanted a third, a fourth, and even more.
He is not a saint. If he makes so much money, he should have a lot of wives and concubines, and a family full of children and grandchildren.
"What's wrong with you these days? You had your eyes open when I fell asleep, and you still had them open when you woke up. But don't tell me that you were sad when the emperor died."
I couldn't sleep all night long, and the person next to my pillow cared about me and greeted me.
Song Che said softly: "After enjoying the lanterns, Luo Chao took a look, the bank is open, it's time to leave."
Shen Wenjun said: "Tomorrow is the first day of February, so it's time for everyone to go home and get busy."
Song Che was silent, not knowing how to speak.
"There are some things you can't let go of, right?"
Shen Wenjun's eyes are clear. People who understand you will always understand your heart. She said softly: "I remember you once said, 'The reason why people feel tired is because they are wandering between persistence and giving up.' I am a stubborn person." If you ask me for my opinion, I will definitely tell you not to give up, because the things that allow you to persevere are hard-won."
Song Che had endless feelings in his heart. He hugged his beloved wife tightly and said, "I am going to the north to bring her home. She is very good at martial arts. From now on, if a kite hangs on the treetops, it will fall on her." On the roof, there is no need to build a ladder anymore.”
"How long will it take to go?"
"You didn't say you wanted to go to the southwest to attend the 'Splendid Conference'. I will definitely return before the Xia Sang Festival."
"Mr. Song's reputation has always been excellent. So, let's agree."
"Miss Shen is open-minded and generous and should be rewarded."
I remember every bit of you.
You share my sorrow and annoyance.
There is nothing better than loving someone intimately.
…
In the spring of the seventeenth year of Yong'an, Emperor Jing Zhao Chong died.
In response to the imperial edict, Prince Zhao Sui ascended the throne and was renamed Jianxing. The whole country mourned for twenty-seven days.
On February 2, the dragon raises its head.
Song Che put his family on the passenger ship and had a smooth journey down to the south of the Yangtze River.
Liu Xiang'er wanted to return to Chang'an, so she stayed in Luoyang to wait for her mother. Lu Gu, looking forward to hearing about her fiancé, also stayed. Jiang Yuntian's letter of appointment had not yet been issued, so naturally he could not leave.
That night, Song Che found Gao Chen.
"Master Gao, Song wants to find an official position."
"Mr. Song is a talented person who serves as the king's assistant. If he can report his great achievements to the Holy One, he will be a very popular minister and there will be no problem."
"Master Gao thinks highly of me. Song is just a businessman. How can he be the prime minister? I don't want the temple to last forever, just a short-lived flash in the pan."
"Hehehe... I will bring you to meet the Holy Emperor. As for whether you can get an official position, it all depends on your eloquence."
Gao Chen was also unambiguous and asked Song Che to put on mourning clothes and go to the palace overnight to meet the saint.
In the Ziwei Hall, the lights were dimly lit.
Song Che and Gao Chen waited outside the hall for a while. It was not until the young eunuch came out to announce the reception that Song Che entered the hall alone.
Above the hall, Zhao Sui was wearing a gold-leaf dragon robe and sitting on a dragon chair with the word "big" in the name. He raised his head and closed his eyes, caressing the chair handle, looking like he was enjoying himself to the fullest and couldn't put it down.
"Song Che, a common man, comes to see His Majesty."
"Boss Song was so resourceful that he thwarted Dijon's spirit on the pitch and made them return in disgrace with their tail between their legs. This is a great achievement and I should reward him."
Zhao Sui didn't open her eyes and asked softly: "What do you want?"
Song Che said, "Your Majesty, the Cao Min came to visit you late at night. Actually, he came to relieve His Majesty's worries and doubts. If you can do what you want, Your Majesty will reward the Cao Min again."
"Can you guess my thoughts?"
"Be anxious when the emperor is worried first, and be happy when the emperor is happy later. This is the responsibility of the subjects."
"Hahaha..." Zhao Sui laughed, finally squinting his eyes and squinting at Song Che: "Since the first time I saw you at the racecourse, I felt that you were not simple."
Song Che bowed again to show his humility.
"Then tell me, what worries me?"
"King Anyang."
After whispering three words softly, Zhao Sui suddenly opened his eyes, stood up straight, frowned for a moment, and then slowly relaxed his expression, then said in a deep voice: "My brother is not very sensible. He didn't even come back after his father died." Condolences, it’s time to teach him a lesson.”
"But it's hard to teach someone a lesson."
"oh?"
"On the order of the late emperor, King Anyang went to Penglai, Dengzhou, to look for the immortal master. The land of Dengzhou is located in the Bohai Bay, across the sea from Dijon. It also has a military port, Salmon Island and other important military areas;
Liu Chong, the old economic envoy of Jinan Prefecture in Jingdong, is the younger brother of Prince Anyang’s biological mother, Concubine Liu Guifei, and is the uncle and nephew of Prince Anyang;
I wonder if Your Majesty knows that in the coastal area of Jingdong, Japanese invasion is rampant, the number of refugees increases dramatically, and the "Red Lotus Cult" was born;
In order to quell the Japanese invasion, Jingdong increased its troops to 100,000. The cult believed in gods and used the suffering of the refugees to win over people's hearts. Your majesty, your sage, should you know its intentions? "
"Snapped!"
Zhao Sui stood up from his chair and said angrily: "No wonder Zhao Xin wants to run to Penglai, no wonder Liu Chong, an old thief, has been admonishing and expanding his troops many times. It turns out he wants to raise troops to rebel!"
"The common people dare to ask Your Majesty how to deal with it?" Song Che asked.
Zhao Sui said: "I will publish a notice tomorrow to inform King Anyang of his rebellion. When the mourning period is over, I will personally lead the troops and drive to destroy this thief!"
"No, no, no."
"Why not?"
"There are three reasons for this."
Song Che slowly pointed out three fingers and said:
“First, there is insufficient evidence for rebellion. His Majesty has just ascended the throne. If he kills his brothers, he will inevitably fall into public opinion;
Secondly, as soon as the proclamation came out, everyone in the world knew that the war between Xiliang and the north was initially decided, but the Hu tribe and the Dijon were still watching from outside the pass. If they started a civil war at this moment, they might be taken advantage of by the enemy;
Third, Jingdong has a lot of troops. If a war breaks out, it will waste people and money and shake the country. "
"Do I have to tolerate the traitor and keep a low profile?"
Zhao Sui walked down the hall, came to Song Che, and urgently urged: "If you have any clever ideas to solve my problems, tell me quickly!"
Song Che nodded solemnly and softly uttered four words:
"Capture the king in secret."
