After being reborn, being alone as a queen

Xie Xiaoshizi held Xie Rongshan's clothes with his small hands, and looked at him quietly.

His smile was bright and his eyes were lifted up, as if he had thought of something else, as if the depths of his eyes embedded with bright stars were inadvertently expressing affection.

Song Huaian didn't notice his thoughts, but felt a little coolness on his cheeks. He wiped it with his fingers, and there were water stains.

He stared dumbfounded at the water stains on his fingertips. He didn't react for a while, and was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?Cry yourself?

At this time, Young Master Xie gave him another gift and said: "My lord, it's raining. If there is a chance in another day, I will definitely thank you, my lord, I will never break my promise!"

Song Huaian's heart relaxed when he heard this, it turned out to be raining.

Feel it carefully, and sure enough, the cold rain is blowing on the face, and the rain is getting heavier.

He stood up, still not forgetting to smile and said to Xie Rongshan: "Xiao Shizi is so responsible at such a young age, it's amazing, blessed is the Hou Ye! Then let's call it a day, and disturb the Hou Ye."

Xie Rongshan continued to smile on the surface: "Where is the prime minister, but the heavens are not good, and this Marquis will not keep the prime minister today, so go slowly."

This person can't wait to let himself go, why is he helpless?

What is not good for a martial artist to learn, but he wants to learn from those sour scholars, tsk.

Song Huaian hooked the corners of his lips, turned and left.

If you think about it, today's circle can be considered a solution, right?Xie Rongshan's old stubbornness would not have braved the heavy rain to teach his son a lesson.

However, he never saw the young son of the Xie family again until he died, and was imprisoned in the East Palace for three years before his death. Maybe the young man was just joking, and he probably forgot about it.

I never thought it would be like this when we meet again

What did he just call himself?Second brother?

Xie Chi saw that he was stunned and did not speak, and he had nothing to say, he just raised his hand and waved.

An old man with a white beard in a dark blue palace suit took a step forward and bowed to Song Huai'an who was on the couch, then approached the couch and stretched out his hand to him.

This is the imperial doctor of the Imperial Palace Hospital.

Song Huaian hid back and said, "Why am I here? Am I dead?"

As soon as he said this, the room was instantly quiet as if there was no sound of breathing.

The imperial physician didn't dare to move anymore, and the maids wished they could die on the spot

What died?Is Second Master possessed by something dirty?

Seeing Er Ye like them, can they still live outside this door?

Xie Chi frowned, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at all the people kneeling beside him, and said to Song Huai'an, "Is your butt not hurting anymore? Start talking nonsense again? You just like to go to Chunfeng Tower to play on weekdays, but you still Intensify the situation and ransom the woman and bring her back to the Hou Mansion, how could Daddy not beat you!"

"..." Song Huaian was speechless for a while. He still wanted to struggle, so he said weakly: "Wait, Chunfenglou? Is it the most famous brothel in Yujing that I know?"

How can it be!

He has kept himself clean all these years, not to mention not even having a woman around him, he feels that although he is not particularly handsome, at least he looks decent, right?

The strange thing is that he has lived for 33 years, not only has he not received a courtship letter from his daughter's family, but he has not even had a door-to-door courtship. Are all the women in Yujing blind?

Of course, he was soon relieved. After all, no one knew better than him how Jingzhong passed on him, Yasha Shura, who killed people without blinking an eye...

But he still couldn't help thinking to himself, how can one listen to one's side and keep dark about things like feelings?

How could visiting a brothel be something he would do?Not to mention redeeming the brothel girl back to the mansion.

He has been working diligently as the prime minister for these years, and he participated in the court on time every day. His reputation among the people has not changed very much. If he lingers in the brothel and redeems the brothel girl, it is estimated that tomorrow the dragon case of His Majesty will be intervened by civil and military officials. The booklets are full.

This is human beings, once preconceived that a person is bad, no matter how many good things that person does will be selectively ignored, but if he does a bad thing, it will be infinitely magnified.

At this moment, he finally realized what was wrong. Originally, he always thought that he was not dead and was saved by someone. Although many words and deeds of these people did not match what he thought, his thinking was always restricted by this idea, which led to He ignored something that was clearly amiss.

Song Huaian was immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't notice that Xie Chi and the imperial physician's expressions changed completely after hearing his words.

It wasn't until a pair of warm hands pressed his forehead that Song Huaian was taken aback, only then did he realize that Xie Chi had walked in front of him at some point and was poking his forehead.

The pupils couldn't help shrinking for a while. Fortunately, he had seen this child when he was a child, and he liked it.

Otherwise, if he dared to get so close to him, he might not be able to control his hand.

Song Huai'an has made too many enemies, and murdering them is commonplace, and his spirit is always stretched like a string. He only made one mistake in his life, which was to fall on Mu Xiu's glass of poisoned wine.

Xie Chi was completely unaware of his endless mental activities. After exploring for a while, he withdrew his hand and said, "I didn't have a high fever. Could it be that I was stunned by twenty boards? Physician Wang, please show my second brother quickly." "

Song Huaian: "..." Although your voice is not loud, I can hear you!

Xie Chi's second brother?who is it?

An extremely absurd guess suddenly appeared in his mind...

Didn't he not die, but he became another person?

So has this world ever existed?

He waved his hand and rejected the imperial doctor's request to take the pulse again, and asked tentatively, "I'm fine... Your lord, do you know the prime minister?"

Hearing this figure who is almost a household name in Southern Chu, Xie Chi's eyes froze, fleeting, too fast to catch.

He waved away the servants in the room, and ordered the housekeeper to send Wang Taiyi back to the palace.

After everyone left, he closed the door, and his face became even colder: "Prime Minister Li Yuan, who dares to say that he doesn't know? You asked him what he was doing in front of so many servants and a person in the palace? Don’t want it anymore? Is it possible that you have something to do with the redemption of the brothel oiran? Xie Jin, let me remind you, the prime minister has never been close to women. Even if he offends His Majesty, he will grow up with His Majesty Yes, even if you want to find someone to take advantage of your father, don't use this person's name, lest you cause trouble."

It seems that he took his question as a shield to find a powerful and powerful...

Xie Chi was silent for a moment and then said: "What's more...he's already dead."

Song Huaian seemed calm on the surface, but in fact his heart was beating like thunder, and he blurted out: "How did you die?"

Even at a time like this, he still wants to know what kind of death that person planned for him to silence everyone in the world.

Xie Chi raised his eyebrows slightly, for some reason, Song Huaian seemed to see a look of loneliness on his face at this moment

"Take poison and kill yourself," he said.

Song Huaian felt a pain in his head, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly: "Suicide? Could it be suicide...?"

Sure enough, he wanted to die by himself.

Song Huai'an looked out of the courtyard from the raised window. He didn't know when the night had fallen, and the ever-burning lights in the courtyard were already on.

Xie Chi noticed that his tone was wrong, and raised his head with doubts in his eyes: "What's wrong? What do you mean...? Could it be that the Prime Minister's death has other secrets behind it?"

Song Huaian's heart sank and he didn't speak for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he saw Xie Chi staring at him. He seemed a little anxious and couldn't explain clearly. He could only wait for his answer, which made him a little angry.

Song Huaian said indifferently: "Brother, you are worrying too much... How would I know if there is something hidden in this..."

Xie Chi couldn't believe it, and said, "Then why do you have such an expression?"

Song Huai'an said: "I was just thinking about what troubles the prime minister, who is under one person and above ten thousand people, can make him give up his glory and wealth and commit suicide by taking poison?"

Xie Chi was expressionless: "He's not that kind of person."

Song Huaian raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems that brother is very familiar with this notorious prime minister? You seem to know him very well."

"I'm not familiar with you. I've only met you a few times from afar. Don't go out and talk nonsense! Take good care of yourself, fast for a few days and go to the royal mausoleum with your father to attend the funeral ceremony of the prime minister."

Song Huaian was taken aback: "The imperial mausoleum? But the prime minister is not from the royal family, and why do I even have to go? According to the funeral specifications, the presence of civil and military officials is considered a big pomp. Why do we juniors also have to be present?"

Xie Chi said indifferently: "I don't know, it's been a century-old anecdote for officials to enter the imperial mausoleum, right? This is His Majesty's decree, all officials and their families must fast for three days, and all officials and direct relatives must be present on the day of encoffining."

"..." Song Huaian was speechless

He couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment, he just felt so choked up in his heart that he couldn't speak.

When he was ten years old, his parents died of natural disasters one after another. When others were officials, they tried their best to collect money. At worst, a coffin and a tomb would be prepared for him, but he did nothing during his ten years as prime minister. In addition to recovering the lost land for His Highness, it is to deal with state affairs.

The prime minister's mansion is staggeringly poor. If the court decides to award the poorest official on a whim, Song Huai'an feels that he must be at the top of the list. He thought that his corpse would be exposed in the wilderness and no one would recognize him in a hundred years, but he did not expect that person To let his body enter the imperial mausoleum?

Is he crazy?Such a face-saving person, isn't he afraid that the people of the world will poke his back now?

Xie Chi finished telling him and left.

In the dead of night, with Song Huaian's permission, the servants in the courtyard blew out the candles in the room and gently closed the door.

Song Huaian was lying on the couch, his vision was completely dark, and the smoke from the incense burner in the room penetrated into the tip of his nose

It was quiet outside the courtyard, with the occasional sound of wind and insects. He closed his eyelids and tried to fall asleep

Half-dream and half-awake, the dusty memories surged in like a beast that opened the gate

In the year when Mu Xiu became emperor, the capital was in a rainy season, and the rainy season lasted a little longer that year.

The air breathed when the doors and windows were opened seemed to be damp. Whether it was the officials or the palace people, most of the people in the palace complained.

The reason for the officials was that the new emperor had just ascended the throne, and the country was waiting for prosperity. The daily court meeting began before dawn and barely ended at noon.

The reason for the palace people's resentment is relatively simple. Every day, they take a broom to clean up the stagnant water on the palace road. The flower garden that was pruned and cleared yesterday has many leaves knocked down after a night of wind and rain. The workload is multiplied according to the weather.

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