The next afternoon.
The passenger ship arrived in Yangzhou.
Anyway, there was enough time, so there was no need to hurry, so Song Che and the others stayed at the Fuman Inn that night.
Today, the Japanese invasion has subsided, the emperor's mourning period has passed, and the people are as bright and prosperous as summer flowers in bloom.
In fact, it’s not bad to live in Yangzhou.
If nothing else, the fact that you don't have to spend money to eat in a restaurant is very comfortable. Especially Yun Niang's craftsmanship is one of the best in Yangzhou.
Ever since Fuman Inn hired Yun Niang to take charge, it has always been full of guests, making money every day.
After dinner, Song Che asked his uncle Shen Fang to use the excuse that Yangzhou had made a new batch of rouge, and took Shen Wenjun and Qin Ruo to buy it so that they could eat up after the meal.
He stayed at the inn with Lin Yue.
"You southerners have so many rules. You can obviously sleep together, but you have to do it secretly, like thieves."
Lin Yue slipped into the guest room. As soon as he finished speaking, he undressed and took off his clothes. He took off all his clothes, got into the bed, and greeted with an excited face:
"Master Song, come on, be happy!"
Song Che shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, threw them back on the bed and said: "Put your clothes on quickly. The reason why I separated them is to take you to meet some people alone."
Lin Yue was stunned, "Who are they?"
Song Che said: "You have always been in my heart, the person you care about the most."
Lin Yue seemed to have thought of something and quickly put on her clothes.
The two came to a private room.
Song Che knocked on the door.
"Uh-"
The door opened and Liao Heng was facing him.
When he saw Song Che, Liao Heng had a straight face, as if he owed him a lot of money.
Song Che smiled and glanced at the elegant room behind Liao Heng. There was a young woman, a girl. Although she was wearing common clothes, she could not hide her aura of wealth.
"Princess, Princess!"
"Aunt Lin!"
It's them.
Reunion after a long absence, warm embrace.
Song Che was standing outside the door, there was no reason to go in and interfere.
He fully believed that the princess could understand why she did this, but after all, King Anyang died indirectly in his hands. No matter how awake the world was, there would be room for hatred.
Liao Heng walked out of the private room, closed the door, and pulled Song Che quickly downstairs.
When there was no one in the backyard, he let go of Song Che's hand and scolded: "You guy, why did you send them to me?"
Song Che smiled and said softly: "There is a saying that's as delicious as dumplings, and as fun as sister-in-law.' The princess is so beautiful, about the same age as you, and as Zhao Xin's younger brother, what's wrong with taking them in? , and I picked up a daughter for nothing.”
"you!"
Liao Heng pointed at Song Che and was speechless for a moment. His face turned red and he couldn't even think of words.
"Okay, I've thought about it for a while, and the only person who can take them in is you."
Song Che looked at Liao Heng and said softly: "Prince Rui, Zhao Heng."
"My name is Liao Heng, not Zhao Heng."
"Come on, you can only deceive Brother Jiang. How can you deceive me who is so smart?"
"But in fact, the surname Zhao is just a descendant. My mother's surname is Liao."
"Got a story?"
"Of course there is a story."
Even now, he has nothing to hide.
turn out to be:
Liao Heng's mother was from Yangzhou. One year, the emperor traveled to the south of the Yangtze River and saw that her mother was beautiful and blessed her.
Just like Xia Yuhe in "Da Ming Lake", after the emperor finished playing, he picked up his pants, patted his butt and left.
When Liao Heng was fourteen, he learned from his critically ill mother that he was from the Zhao family.
So he took his mother's ashes and tokens with him and went to the capital to look for his biological father.
The emperor felt guilty, so he not only restored Liao Heng's surname of Zhao, but also gave him a royal title, thus giving birth to Prince Rui.
Illegitimate children from wealthy families don't have a high status, let alone in the palace.
Although Liao Heng is a prince, he only holds a title and does not even have a decent residence. Among the princes, his sense of existence is the lowest.
Later, he studied hard and passed the Jinshi examination. However, because he had no connections in the court and was not the top scholar, he idled at home for two years before being assigned to be the chief registrar in Yangzhou.
From the tone in which Liao Heng told about his life experience, it was not difficult to tell that he did not have much affection for the Zhao royal family, and even had a hint of hatred.
"What's the use of having royal blood flowing through it? If you don't have the support of your biological mother in the harem, and if you don't have the support of ministers in the court, you are no different from a bereaved dog."
Liao Heng was really disdainful.
"Hahaha……"
Song Che laughed.
"You think I'm funny too, right?"
"No, no, no, I think you have hatred in your heart, but it's not that you hate the emperor, but that you hate your own origin, that your heart is as high as the sky but your life is as thin as paper."
"You understand me."
Liao Heng walked in the courtyard, looking up to the sky and sighing: "If I can have land and background, why should I hide in a corner of Yangzhou?"
He looked at Song Che, his eyes so urgent and hot: "When my mother was buried, there was not even a mausoleum, and I would never have a seat at the palace banquet. I do have ambitions. I want to be the emperor, but not for power." , but I want to give myself a voice!"
Song Che curled his lips and said, "I can't help you with this."
"I'm just whining."
"If your complaints are heard by outsiders and spread, your head will be lost."
"You are not an outsider."
Liao Heng shook his sleeves and grabbed Song Che again: "That's all, forget about the worries and go drink with me."
"I have to leave for Jiangning tomorrow, so I won't drink tonight," Song Che put aside Liao Heng's hand and said with a smile:
"But I have eight words to give you, but each word costs a fortune."
"how?"
"Bend down and wait for the right time."
"What does it mean?"
"Actually, I don't quite understand what it means. This is a story I read in a book. The protagonist is called Liu Bei. He was originally a descendant of the royal family. His family fell into decline. He made a living by weaving mats and selling shoes. He was still homeless at the age of forty-eight. , but he suffered repeated defeats and repeated defeats, but never gave up. He bowed to his fate, waited for the right time, and finally became emperor at the age of sixty."
"Is there really such a person in the world?"
"This is just one of them. There is another one named 'Zhu Yuanzhang' who is even more powerful. He started a bowl and worked as a monk to make a living. However, he was unwilling to accept his fate and took advantage of the troubled times to rise up and conquer all directions. He traveled across the world and finally dominated the world and became the emperor. take the throne and establish a unified dynasty."
Speaking of which,
Song Che patted Liao Heng on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Your starting point is higher than the protagonists of these stories. Don't dislike your surname Zhao. Your bloodline is very important, including,"
He then pointed to the shadow in the window of the private room: "They are also very important, so you have to take good care of them and wait for the right time. When the time comes, the important things will play a decisive role."
Liao Heng pursed his lips and thought before guessing the meaning of his words. When he looked up, Song Che had already walked very far away.
Song Che waved his hands high and said loudly:
"If a person has no dreams, what's the difference from a salted fish? Come on, Brother Liao, I'm very optimistic about you!"
