There are all kinds of snacks and fruits in the carriage.
Xihe sat in a corner with his eyes lowered. Next to him, Mr. Jiang and Song Mo were chatting happily, ranging from poetry and songs to antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and then to cricket fights. They were from Lower Liba.
Mr. Jiang was surprised: "Oh, you know this!"
Mr. Song smiled humbly: "I have too much time, so I understand a little bit. I don't know as much as the old man."
Mr. Jiang hurriedly waved his hands and looked at Song Mo, but the more he looked at him, the more he liked him. Seeing that his legs and feet were inconvenient, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He only said that God is not jealous of mediocrity. Song Mo was so talented that this happened.
Xihe couldn't help but raise his head.
Song Mo then smiled: "I met a miracle doctor recently, and I think it won't be long before I can stand up."
Mr. Jiang was surprised: "Really?"
Song Mo nodded, and Mr. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled broadly: "That's good, that's good. You and the eldest son are brothers. From now on, you two will support each other and you will be able to carry forward the Song family."
The next day.
Xihe went to treat Song Mo's leg as usual.
Song Mo held his chin up: "Your grandfather is very protective of his second brother."
Xihe applied the dark ointment on his leg and said naturally: "After raising him for so long, of course I care..." Thinking of Mrs. Song, he closed his mouth.
Song Mo smiled and turned to talk about things in the palace.
It was said that His Majesty's temper was getting worse and worse. He originally delegated power to the Prince with the intention of seeing a joke. However, although the Prince looked like he was about to die soon, he persisted tenaciously and even completed the tasks assigned to him very well.
While the minister felt that His Majesty was going too far, he admired the prince even more.
"The prince has the appearance of a wise king"
"It's just the body..."
In private, ministers all discussed this.
I don't know what others heard, but the emperor was furious. In addition, his new favorite concubine was whispering in his ears every day, and the emperor felt more and more that the prince had rebellious intentions.
"He dares! I am the emperor!"
"But Your Majesty, the prince is older..."
boom,
Bang bang,
The palace man knelt on the ground.
The emperor blushed and his chest heaved up and down with anger.
The concubine twisted her waist and stepped forward with a seductive look in her eyes: "Your Majesty, calm down, but don't be so angry. If you are really angry, just take away his power. Anyway, you are his father. What do you say about him?" Don’t you want to listen?”
So, when it came time to go to court, the prince was reprimanded again as expected.
The people on the throne were furious, the prince lowered his head and listened silently, and several princes were watching jokes. This was not the first time this happened, until the emperor was about to step down from the position of minister of the Ministry of Industry.
The prince suddenly raised his head: "Your Majesty——"
The emperor narrowed his eyes: "What, you want to protect him?"
The prince pursed his lips. Who in the whole court didn't know that the Minister of Industry was the prince's brother? The position of the Minister of Works is certainly not as important as that of the Minister of Hube, but this is a slap in his face!
Man Chao Wenwu: ...Is this going to start a fight?
Xihe: "So in the end?"
Song Mo looked at the leg covered with plaster: "Yue'er, do you think I can stand up in one month?"
Xihe said 'hmm': "You can try to get up and take a walk."
Song Mo smiled, his eyes forming a crescent moon shape: "Then what do you think of me competing for the position of Minister of Household Affairs?"
Xihe:? ? ?
Just now he was the Minister of Industry, why is he now the Minister of Household Affairs?
And you, a man in your twenties, with an average background in terms of experience and ability, can you compete?
Xihe didn't say anything, but the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
Song Mo shrugged: "I'm kidding you, you don't really believe it, do you?"
Xihe: "Haha."
Having said that, within a few days, she saw several ministers in the courtyard.
In the courtyard full of plants and trees, several ministers were standing or sitting. In the middle was a man in a yellow robe. Song Mo was sitting on a chair. The maidservant and the boy who were serving him didn't know where they were.
The courtyard door suddenly opened, and everyone looked over.
Xihe didn't know whether to enter or leave for a moment.
Song Mo waved his hand: "Yue'er, come here to meet the young master and several adults." Then he turned to several people and said, "This is my second uncle's distant niece."
As soon as these words came out, several ministers suddenly realized.
The matter of the second wife of the Song family caused a stir in Beijing. Isn't the distant niece the fake young lady from before? Looking at Xihe, his eyes were full of curiosity.
Xihe walked over bravely, knelt down and saluted, and saw several ministers one by one.
Song Mo patted the stool next to him, motioned for her to sit down, and then continued the previous conversation with several ministers. The ministers glanced over, and Xihe suddenly felt on pins and needles.
The conversation lasted all afternoon, and the ministers went back after dark.
The man in yellow robe walked at the back, stopped and looked at Xihe: "I haven't thanked Miss Yue'er for saving my life."
Xihe looked at Song Mo subconsciously.
The prince smiled: "It's not Zimo's fault, it's Gu Gu guessed it. I'm even more sure after seeing you today."
"I never thought that Miss Yue'er would have such great medical skills at such a young age."
Xihe blinked, guessing that it must have been during her treatment. The prince heard her talking in a trance, and he naturally recognized it when he saw her today.
She hurriedly saluted: "Prince Jiren has his own destiny, even if there is no moon, he can still save the day."
The prince smiled, turned to Song Mo and said: "Miss Yue'er will be taken care of by you, Zimo, for the time being. When the time comes... I will discuss my merits and reward her again."
Song Mo cupped his hands and said, "Follow the prince's instructions."
The door opened and the prince was surrounded and left.
Xihe looked at his back and rubbed his chin: "Is the prince completely frustrated?" Rewards based on merit? This is not what a good son should say.
It seemed that the prince was completely disappointed with the emperor and decided to rise up.
Song Mo played with the folding fan: "The situation is not optimistic now. There was news two days ago that there were traces of someone investigating the border. Naturally, the prince can no longer sit still and wait for death."
He didn't tell her that he and the prince were close friends and knew a lot about the prince.
The prince has never been an 'obedient' prince, but he probably didn't even expect that someone would really try to destroy him completely.
Since he is unkind, don't blame him for being unjust.
There has never been true love in the emperor's family. In the past, he was the one who took care of it.
Song Mo played with the folding fan: "The situation is not optimistic now. There was news two days ago that there were traces of someone investigating the border. Naturally, the prince can no longer sit still and wait for death."
He didn't tell her that he and the prince were close friends and knew a lot about the prince.
The prince has never been an 'obedient' prince, but he probably didn't even expect that someone would really try to destroy him completely.
Since he is unkind, don't blame him for being unjust.
There has never been true love in the emperor's family. In the past, he was the one who took care of it.
Song Mo played with the folding fan: "The situation is not optimistic now. There was news two days ago that there were traces of someone investigating the border. Naturally, the prince can no longer sit still and wait for death."
He didn't tell her that he and the prince were close friends and knew a lot about the prince.
