"Miss, Master Xiang is back."

Before the Xiangfu's carriage entered the long and winding alley, the servant galloped all the way to Dongyuan and reported the letter to the master of the courtyard.The beautiful woman put down the book in her hand, straightened her collar in front of the bronze mirror, and then walked out quickly.

As soon as Zuo Xiang got off the carriage, he saw his daughter waiting at the door, and he couldn't help but say: "I'm going back to my own house, why did I come here to greet you?"

Song Jing looked at her father carefully, her appearance was a little haggard, and her eyes were a little bloodshot, but she still had a full beard and tail, no signs of injury, and she shouldn't have suffered from the tyrant, so she breathed a sigh of relief: " The father has not returned, and the daughter is really worried. Father has been in the palace for a few days, and he seems to have lost a lot of weight."

"It's just that there are many things to do, and it's been delayed for a few days. Why do you have to be so worried." Even though he said so, the always elegant and calm Prime Minister Zuo entered the prime minister's mansion, and when he arrived at the dinner table, he seemed to be a bit voracious when he ate. Next two bowls of plain noodles.

In recent days, the emperor's temper has become more and more erratic. Yesterday, a young speech officer threatened to die, but the emperor, who was still laughing a moment ago, suddenly changed his face, kicked the person on the ground, grabbed the speech officer's head, and slammed into the ground. The courtier's head was bleeding, it was horrible, if the emperor didn't think it was dirty, his brain would probably have been knocked out.

Song Mingcheng was used to seeing big scenes, but he was a civil servant who didn't go to the battlefield, and he didn't often face bloody scenes directly. Thinking of the tragic situation of his colleagues, his nostrils seemed to be filled with a strong smell of blood.

Meals were provided in the palace, but the emperor ordered the imperial meals to be cooked with large pieces of meat, fresh meat was still mixed with blood. Song Mingcheng preferred to eat meat in the past, but the emperor lost his appetite. Unable to eat, the stomach that has been hungry for a few days looks naturally haggard.After eating and drinking, he finally remembered his only son: "Where is A Fang?"

Speaking of her younger brother, Song Jing's expression softened slightly: "My younger brother is still taking a nap, and my mother has gone to Baiyun Temple to pray for you, and it will take two days to return."

Song Ming Chenggui was the prime minister of the left, but the people in the house were very simple. He married one wife and took two concubines, but only Song Jing and Song Zi had a son and a daughter, both of whom were born to Song Mingcheng's main wife.

Those two concubines were actually bestowed by the former emperor, and the left minister used a small courtyard as a mascot to offer them on weekdays.The husband and wife of the Xiangfu had a harmonious relationship. Song Jing and Song Zi were still twins. Song Jing was born half an hour earlier, so the two siblings naturally had a good relationship.

Song Jing asked with concern: "Father, you were left in the palace because of the rainstorm in Jiangcheng."

Speaking of the people affected by the disaster, Prime Minister Zuo's expression couldn't help but dignified: "That's right."

Thinking of the miserable situation of his colleagues, he still didn't mention the bloody scene with his daughter, but just vaguely said: "The matter has almost been resolved, and His Majesty has been very suspicious recently, so you should stay at home and spend more time with your mother and grandmother. "

Looking at the intelligent daughter in front of him, and then thinking of his own son, Zuo Xiang sighed quietly: "If only you could change your temper with your brother's."

When a pair of sons and daughters came into the world, he carefully chose two names, Jing, which had a beautiful meaning, and Zi, Tongzun, hoping that his son would be unrestrained and unrestrained, a free and easy person.

However, the two brothers and sisters have opposite personalities. The elder sister is well-read in poetry and books, and has great insight in political affairs. Except for her appearance, she has nothing to do with the word quiet.If it wasn't for Song Jing's daughter, Song Mingcheng would have made Song Jing an official. With Song Jing's literary talent, Xu Shi would have won the title of champion long ago.

Song Mingcheng was just a junior official back then, and it took him 20 years to climb all the way to the position. He was originally a very ambitious person, but he gave birth to an only son who was a coward, but he looked like a human being. It can be said that he combined with him The advantages of his wife, but his temper is very cowardly.If Song Zi's appearance was not so similar to him, Song Mingcheng couldn't believe that this was his son.

Thinking of this, Song Mingcheng couldn't help being very depressed, his daughter would marry off sooner or later, how could his son be able to support the Song family with such a temper.It's not that he never thought about paving the way for Song Zi to become an official, but Song Zi took the exam twice, and when he arrived at the exam room, his limbs were cold and he fainted from nervousness. With such a small courage, no matter how much he tried to take care of his son, he couldn't beat Song Zi Method.

Look at the blue sky and white day, the sun is high, but the youngest son is sleeping in the room, Zuo Xiang is suddenly displeased, he stands up and walks to the yard of the youngest son in Xiyuan, Song Jing hurriedly followed after seeing this, Thinking of saying something nice for my brother.

Her younger brother is a bit timid, but there are no bad habits, but he has a more cautious temper, isn't he much better than those dudes who play with birds, walk dogs, and fight crickets.My father is a big official himself, and he has too high expectations for his son. She thinks that his father is too majestic, which makes Song Zi less courageous than ordinary people.

After walking a few steps, the sky suddenly darkened, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the small courtyard where Song Zi lived.Song Jing's heart skipped a beat, and she hurried to catch up: "No, Ah Fang is afraid of thunder."

The summer rain came quickly and quickly. In the blink of an eye, the heavy rain fell, and the thunder burst.

"Don't!" Song Jing heard an extremely stern voice in the room, and knew that she was one step too late.

Walking into the house, Song Zi, who was taking a nap on the soft couch, was awakened by the sound of thunder.He sat down, his face as white as jade was illuminated by the thunder, his lips were pale, his eyes were filled with fear, his fingers were still tightly grasping the soft couch, and his knuckles were faintly white due to too much force.

Seeing Song Mingcheng and Song Jing with livid faces, the young bamboo-like thin bodies froze, and the next moment they rushed up in three steps at a time, tightly clutching Song Jing's sleeves: "Sister."

Song Jing patted Song Zi's back like coaxing a child: "It's okay, sister is here, don't be afraid."

Seeing such a scene, Song Mingcheng couldn't help but get angry: "Song Zi, how old are you now, you are still afraid of thunder, and you still want your elder sister to coax you!"

What a system!

Song Zi let go of Song Jing's sleeve, stepped forward, and held Song Mingcheng's arm tightly, thumping, the heartbeat from the artery was rapid and powerful, and the skin was tight and warm, which indicated that the left prime minister in front of him was alive and well. people.

He seemed unable to believe it, and asked hesitantly, "Father is back?"

Prime Minister Zuo looked at this face that was [-]% similar to his own when he was young, pulled out his sleeves vigorously, and said in a firm tone: "Yeah, I'm back early, your sister still knows how to go out to pick me up, you are good, sleeping here alone Dajue."

How could he have such a worthless son on his side!Could it be that he did a lot of sins in his previous life, so he gave birth to such a debt collector.

Song Zi, who was said to be timid, did not show any fear in the face of the furious Zuo Xiang, but heaved a sigh of relief.

He glanced around, and retreated from the servant girl who came in. He looked at his majestic father, and persuaded him earnestly: "Father, you will wrong the child. If you don't come back in the palace for a few days, I will give you a few days." I couldn't sleep well, and finally felt sleepy, so I took a short nap. In this moment, the child dreamed of you just now. The tyrant has no way, or you resign from this official position and go back to seclusion."

After listening to the first half, Prime Minister Zuo's face was greatly relieved. After all, his son was still caring, but when he heard the last sentence, he immediately turned his face: "Nonsense!"

He is only 41 years old now, and he is in the middle of his prime. He has only held the position of left minister for three years.This poor son wanted to make him go into seclusion. If he really went into seclusion, the enemies he formed in the past would still eat up their family. He is really cowardly and brainless!

Zuo Xiang flung his sleeves away angrily. He decided to wait for his old wife to come back so that he could take care of his son's marriage and find a capable girl. Madam was right, his son was still a child and he was not sensible. After having a child, his bastard son will know how to make progress.

"A Fang, are you okay?" Song Jing looked at her younger brother, then at her father who was walking out, hesitated for a moment, but stayed behind.

Song Zi's pale face returned to blood, and he waved his hand at Song Jing: "I'm fine."

He asked Song Jing: "By the way, sister, do you have someone you like?"

No matter how bold a girl is, she will inevitably feel shy when encountering such a thing, Song Jing said angrily, "What are you talking about?"

Song Zi asked, "Do you want to enter the palace?"

The latter shook his head: "What's good in the palace."

Many people died in the tyrant's harem, and she didn't need to get involved in the palace even if she wanted to continue living a life of prosperity and wealth.

Hearing this, Song Zi's expression eased a little: "Since you don't want to enter the palace, you should let Auntie arrange the marriage for you, and settle it early, otherwise you are a sister, and if you don't marry, I won't be able to get married."

In fact, he also wanted his sister to stay for two more years, but if he could stay again, when the emperor issued an imperial decree, how could his father be the prime minister? Could it be possible to resist the decree for his daughter?The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.What Song Zi had just said to persuade his father was completely sincere.

Song Jing twisted Song Zi's arm, and suddenly thought of something, her eyes flashed: "You said that, but you have a girl you like, and you want to get married in a hurry?"

"No..." Song Zi denied subconsciously, and in the middle of the sentence, he changed the subject, "There is indeed someone you like, so let your mother choose a good one for you earlier, if it is too late, all the good boys in Kyoto will be taken by other people. Robbed."

Song Jingmei's eyes brightened, and she repeatedly asked: "Which girl is it?"

"Yes... When did you get married, I will tell you which girl it is." Song Zi straightened his collar, "Sister, although we are brothers and sisters of the same mother, there are differences between men and women. Change your clothes, you should go out."

Song Jing stared at him for a while, only thought that what her younger brother said to her before was a joke, so she snorted and went out.

The weather was not good, the torrential rain outside the window was pattering, knocking on the bricks and tiles of the eaves, Lei Gong knocked the heavy hammer in his hand from time to time, and the sound of thunder fluctuated up and down.

Lightning illuminated the slightly dim bedroom, and the face of the boy who was changing clothes alone did not have the look of fear before.His father and sister are good everywhere, but they are too courageous.For the sake of glory and wealth, he even intends to rebel.

If the rebellion succeeds, he will not say anything, but it is written in the book that the left minister's wolf ambition has long been known to the tyrant.He died before leaving the army, and Zuo Xiang hadn't raised his troops yet, and all the [-] people in the Xiang's mansion were ransacked and beheaded.Zuo Xiang was quartered by five horses, and his sister was directly deposed as a queen, and Bai Ling and the poisonous medicine were her destination.

As the only son of the left prime minister, of course he was not immune, and because of his domineering personality, he had done some bullying things in the past. twenty.

As the princess and the only son of Zuo Xiang, he has worked hard over the years to create a timid and wimpy image for himself, in order to reduce the emperor's dislike for Zuo Xiang's family.After all, the son is useless, and the left prime minister may not have the need to take the risk of rebellion.

Song Zi looked at the handsome young man in the mirror, and sighed quietly like his own father. He really paid too much for this family!

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