Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

On the second day of the first lunar month, today's sage issued a decree to amnesty the world to comfort the hearts of the people.

On the contrary, Song Shilin's government affairs became serious. Those prisoners who were released from prison one after another were extremely happy and sad, and they insisted on getting into trouble, so they came in again.In the prison of the county government, there were quite a few "Second Entry Palace" prisoners, plus some who added to the chaos at the end of the year, which kept Song Shilin busy until the fifth day of the new year.

The excitement of the New Year came out. Mrs. Song was busy putting up window grilles, and she had done the work of sweeping the dust before Song Jingwen and the others came back. , "Second boy, you go to the entrance of the village to see if Jing Wen is back?"

Song Shihai shook his hands, lifted his head from a pile of sundries, ordered Song Shishan to say, "Third brother, go and have a look, don't call me a pair of eyes."

An uncle was actually jealous with his nephew. Song Shishan unloaded the firewood with a silly smile, and stood on tiptoe to watch, "Here we are, the children are all running to watch the excitement. There are several carriages, and Jing Wen brought a lot of things."

The endless noise penetrated the window of the carriage, and Pudding lay curiously on the window sill, staring at his light green eyes.

"Father~" Pudding held Xie Feng's finger in one hand, and pointed out the window with the other, "They, chase, chase!"

Jelly squeezed the pudding and looked out. He looked at the children in the village expressionlessly, and was extremely serious. He concentrated for a moment before uttering a word, "Run!"

Xie Feng pulled him back from the window one by one in each hand, and asked, "We're almost at Grandma's house, do you want to go down for a walk?"

Pudding nodded hurriedly. They only come back once a year. The year they were born was still in the capital where Granny Song and the others went, so this is their second time coming back.

Xie Feng jumped out of the car with the two dolls in his arms, and Toffee sat on the shaft of the car with Song Jingwen, stretching his head and feeling embarrassed to go down together, maintaining his young master image on the face, sitting firmly with a carriage.

Song Jingwen directly took the place of the coachman, drove the horse slowly, and chatted with a group of fellow villagers, "Have you received your Zhengdan benefits?"

"Oh, I received it." Lin Tian smiled and put his hands in his hands, and bumped into the little sister next to him, "Boss Song is really kind, and it's rare to give out grain, oil and noodles during the Chinese New Year. No wonder good people are rewarded, it's not all. Xu Quanwei is back, good luck!"

"You work hard, and there will be more next year. As the old saying goes, the more you work, the more you get, everyone should do well. Our factory produces good things, and when the time comes, those who do well will go to the branch factory to be in charge." Song Jingwen waved his hands, speaking Unconsciously, he showed a gesture of abundance.

The villagers of Shipo Village knew that this job was good without Song Jingwen asking, so they were not willing to throw away their jobs casually, and responded loudly, "Work hard and make a fortune!"

After a group of people talked, they reached Song's house. Xie Feng took the three cubs to the old house first, "Can you do it by yourself?"

"Why are you alone? Isn't there still a servant?" Song Jingwen smiled and pinched the other's cheek, and flicked it fleshily.

Xie Feng groaned and slapped his hand away, and whispered to him, "You park the carriage in the backyard, don't leave anyone watching, Cha Yushu will go to meet you."

Song Jingwen nodded, looked at Xie Feng with satisfaction, still couldn't hold back a kiss, and said meaningfully, "My family's little ancestor has grown up."

During his absence, Xie Feng still took good care of the house and the outside. Although there were some inevitable losses, he was able to continue his plan for many years, which made Song Jingwen feel sad and proud.

Song Jingwen drove the carriage ahead and drove slowly into the three-story building of his own house. He tightened the reins with a "wheeze" and waved his whip, "You all go to the old house, there is no need for anyone here. Watch, Yuxuan stays here to take stock of the goods."

The servants went to the old house obediently, only Song Jingwen and Yuxuan were left in the whole courtyard.

The house had been tidied up a long time ago, Song Jingwen walked leisurely around the house with his right leg on his left, but Yuxuan didn't look at the account book, and went up the back hill with ease.

This year's snow has not yet fallen, and the mountain is not so slippery except for the harder soil.

After a while, Zha Yushu came in a hurry, and he said straight to the point, "Should we still take people to the mountain? The house at the foot of the mountain has also been built, do you want to let them live?"

Song Jingwen pondered for a moment and said, "Let's take it to the mountain first, and follow the rules."

After Yuxuan brought him there, he went to the backyard step by step and opened the curtain.What kind of cargo is loaded on this car, it is clearly a person!In addition to the group of escorts on the surface, there are dozens of them.

"Come in with me." Yuxuan said to these people, "Be gentle with your hands and feet, don't make any noise."

This group of people had already been informed, and when they arrived at a strange place, they endured their anxiety and curiosity, and cautiously followed behind with their breath held.

Zha Yushu glanced at the newcomers, and said nahan, "This doesn't look like Jia people."

Song Jingwen was noncommittal, "Most of those who fled from Zhang State were captured and sold to Jia State as slaves, and a few were taken from the border."

"It's quite strong," Cha Yushu covered his mouth and smiled, holding hot tea.

Song Jingwen stood up, stretched his arms and joked, "Could it be that you're not happy here, you're about to catch up with the gods, don't you want to eat? The factory has all kinds of dry goods and fresh goods. What's sour? The lemons on the mountain have grown fruit?"

Zha Yushu was taken aback for a moment, thinking that there were no lemons growing on the mountain, and he couldn't laugh or cry when he realized, "There are no lemons, but there are kumquats."

"Hey, I see that you are quite able to talk now, how is the cure?"

It’s okay not to mention it, but when it was mentioned, Zha Yushu seemed to have turned on the switch, coughed immediately, and said intermittently, "It's already, cough... cough, it's great."

"Go and carry two boxes of small self-heating hot pots in the factory, one for each household, and share one share." Song Jingwen pouted, deciding to give them some extra rewards, "Bring one for all the slaves, too. People who work together, get along well."

Cha Yushu thumped his chest, coughed and wiped his mouth and turned into a tall man, quite intimidating, "Then I'll take him away."

Song Jingwen nodded, watching these people sneak up the mountain.He bought slaves purely out of habit, because the labor was cheap and practical.

"Have you calculated how many slaves you bought in total?" Song Jingwen asked, let's call them slaves for the time being. He can at most remove the slave status of the descendants of these slaves.

The number is so large that he is not allowed to do such fraudulent things.

Yuxuan followed behind him and said, "There are more than a thousand people in Shipo Village, twice as many people in Jingdu, and Gaoshui Village also took in a lot of people, but they didn't buy them, but sent them out." Those who were kindly rescued, they stayed willingly and never left."

Song Jingwen was noncommittal, and probably knew something in his heart.

The reunion dinner is eaten on a big round table. The jelly and pudding are the youngest children of the entire Song family, and they are also the youngest generation. They are passed on by several elders.

Granny Song rubbed Pudding's little fleshy hands, grinning, "This is my second grandson."

Pudding looked at Xie Feng suspiciously. The latter understood his confused expression and was amused, "Grandma said you are Daddy's second baby."

Pudding understood what he said, thinking that he was obviously the third baby, he snapped his fingers, "One, two...three."

Song Jingwen clasped Xie Feng's palm and poked it mercilessly, "Grandma, he's a pudding, not a jelly, and he thinks he's a big one, you brat." Xie Feng secretly pushed hard, his little feet were restless under the table shaking, "Jelly doesn't mind."

Jelly, who was named, raised her head in a daze, glanced at them and then lowered her head, as if acquiescing to this statement.

Song Jingwen's two legs suddenly clamped Xie Feng's foot, and grandly began to move along the bend of the leg. He gently sniffed the back of Xie Feng's neck, "Peach-flavored saponins?"

Xie Feng twitched his leg, but didn't twitch, his earlobe was dripping with blood, and his voice was like a mosquito, "It's peach-flavored cream, I put it on in the morning."

Granny Song's eyes were sharp, and she took in the small movements of the two of them. She blushed and turned her head away in embarrassment.

Instead, the old lady Song led her three little great-grandsons to play as if nothing had happened, leaving time for Song Jingwen and his wife to be alone, "It's all over, I'll take the baby with you, you two go home and have a rest first. I'll send someone to call you tonight."

Song Jingwen happily hugged Xie Feng and ran away, leaving behind a few uncles and aunts who blushed and smiled uncomfortably after their backs, "Young man, cough, the relationship is still so good."

Song Jingwen and others only lived in Shipo Village for more than a month before returning to Kyoto. The return trip was much lighter and faster than when they came.

Not long after they went back, Xie Feng's brother-in-law party started again. A group of married brothers talked about their family's shortcomings, criticized the unreasonable in-law's family, and even complained a few words to their husband.

Xie Feng sucked his lollipop in his mouth, the children were left at home, relaxed, he listened to other people's family affairs as stories, and felt that his husband was a treasure even more.

Thinking about it, a smirk appeared on his face, making Song Jingwen's heart itch when he saw it over the wall.

Che Jinwu threw a stone at him, and laughed at him, "If you can be a little promising, don't listen with your ears up."

Song Jingwen raised his eyebrows in disdain, and sneered, "Don't listen to my wife, listen to you old man?"

"I really have something to tell you." Cha Jinwu twirled his fan and knocked twice on the table, "Gossip, His Majesty is about to establish a queen."

"Oh, the princess." Song Jingwen didn't take it seriously, and the interest he had just raised fell back, "It's not a matter of time."

Cha Jinwu shook his head deeply, and smiled with a "poof", he didn't have the image of a son he usually manipulated, "Your Majesty wants to have a male empress, and the original princess 'died of illness'."

Cha Jinwu chewed the word "disease and death" thoroughly in his mouth.

Song Jingwen snorted, and finally sat down, "It's not that I haven't had a male queen before, what's so strange!"

Che Jinwu looked around cautiously, and said after confirming that there was no one there, "This male queen is not a brother, but a man. He can't pass on the family line and extend his heirs. Don't say it, can the civil and military officials agree?"

Song Jingwen paused while drinking tea, "I probably won't agree."

Because there is a real heir to the throne, and this group of old pedants are very old-fashioned in their thinking, and to say that no descendants are the greatest, to show their ambitions by death, and blood splattered on the spot, the road ahead is really uncertain.

Song Jingwen thought that Cha Jinwu's so-called gossip probably came from his father, and it probably became a talking point.

Che Jinwu smiled, "Your Majesty was angry, so he took the family and directly cut their power and cut off their way to make money. Fortunately, our Che family withdrew in time."

Song Jingwen's back shuddered. Is this male empress an excuse to get rid of the family, or is He Qianheng really a sentimental person.

After he came to power, he was not as forbearing as the first emperor, and he kept a sibling, using some superficial brotherhood to shape his image of benevolence.He Qianheng went in the opposite direction, killed all his brothers, and did not leave anyone else a chance to imagine.

"The Ling family is obedient to His Majesty, and now they have received the task." Che Jinwu said it decently.

Song Jingwen felt that Cha Jinwu was abnormal today, when did he become such a talkative person.

The Ling family is He Qianheng's sharp sword, he can strike wherever he points.The tasks they received were classified as military secrets, so how could they be discussing nonsense by themselves.

Song Jingwen quickly covered his mouth, "I didn't hear anything, we only drink wine and watch the moon today, and we don't know anything else."

Che Jinwu broke off his hand, wiped his mouth in distaste, and smiled unwillingly, "It's nothing serious, don't be surprised, it's just that after the army destroyed Zhang Guo, they encountered Yun Guo on the way back." The enemy attacked, so the Ling family army counterattacked logically."

What a matter of course!

The author has something to say: the Spring Festival was called "Shangri", "Yuanri", "Gaisui", "Xiansu" and so on in the pre-Qin period; Zhengdan", "Zhengri".During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, it was called "Yuan Chen", "Yuan Ri", "Yuan Shou", "Sui Chao", "Sui Shou" and so on; in the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties, it was called "Yuan Dan", "Yuan" and "Sui Ri". , "Xinzheng", "Xinyuan", etc.; in the Qing Dynasty, it was always called "New Year's Day" or "Yuanri".

The title of the Western Han Dynasty is used in the article.