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Although he bit his tongue, Song Mingcheng didn't lose his aura at all, and even took advantage of the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth to sell a wave of misfortune, turning defense into offense.

The up-and-coming emperor watched the drama for half a day with great interest. Seeing Song Mingcheng like this, he lightly ended the battle: "I think what Song Aiqing said is reasonable."

The one who quarreled with Song Mingcheng was the old right minister, who was different from Song Mingcheng, a rising star. He was sixty-five years old and had been prime minister for more than ten years than Song Mingcheng. He suppressed himself by using small tricks.

The right minister insisted on reasoning and stood on this side. Song Mingcheng was all sophistry. Of course he felt unconvinced when he heard this, and immediately argued loudly: "I think..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the emperor: "I don't want to hear what you think, whether I am the emperor or you are the emperor in this golden palace."

Sima Yan's face under the coronal curtain has disappeared, and he began to smile slightly jokingly, his eyes as dark as midnight were quenched with ice, and his eyes swept across the entire court like poisonous knives. , out of the corner of his eye, he could barely see the small white and clean chin of the emperor, and he never dared to look at the emperor.

Song Mingcheng took advantage of the danger and knelt down beforehand: "Your Majesty is wise, so naturally His Majesty is right."

The minister was suddenly as cold as if someone stuffed ice and snow into his mouth in winter, his spine felt chills all over his body, and he said tremblingly: "It's the old minister who made a slip of the tongue."

The white-haired old man was shaking like chaff, looking like he wanted to kneel down, but he couldn't bend his knees because he was too old: "Meng Xiandi showed mercy..." Not only Song Mingcheng would sell miserably, he also Will sell old.

But the emperor on the stage did not have the slightest sympathy for such a respected old man: "If Aiqing misses the late emperor so much, it happens that the late emperor is staying alone in the mausoleum, how about I send you to see the late emperor."

This time, the one on the right couldn't control himself, and really lost his composure and fell to the ground.After all, he is a real veteran of the three dynasties. He has made great contributions to this dynasty and has many disciples in the court.The officials who were pretending to be quail stood up a few bold ones, and they all knelt down and begged for the right minister: "Please take it back, Your Majesty."

Sima Yan looked around, and suddenly lost interest: "The right minister has indeed made great contributions to this dynasty, but when he is old, he should take care of his life and enjoy the family happiness, Feng Jia, in the future, you will be his old man. Take this seat."

As soon as these words came out, the officials had different expressions. Feng Jia, who was suddenly named, couldn't control the upward curve of his lips. It was he who restrained himself from looking at the hit right-hand man, so as not to be remembered by others.

The words spoken by the Son of Heaven were the established imperial decree, and Sima Yan swung his sleeves away when the words were over: "It's all trivial matters, there is nothing important today, so the court will be dismissed."

The death penalty was absolved, but the right minister's official position was also absolved.Just one quarrel can kill an old opponent, and the faction headed by Song Ming can't help but feel elated.Although Feng Jia is a slippery royalist, and he is also part of the right-hand side, but he is different from the right-hand man himself, and there will be turmoil in the court.

After the dynasty disbanded, Song Mingcheng also used today's events as an example to teach his students he had accepted a few days ago: "That old man is pedantic, sometimes arguing doesn't depend on who is right, it depends on whose side the emperor is on. Observe words and expressions, try to figure out what you want, but you can't try to figure it out too much."

The emperor is extremely jealous of people who can see themselves too clearly, and fools who pretend to be smart in the court will die the fastest, but their monarch has never done things in a systematic way, and it is difficult for ordinary people to guess.

Song Mingcheng's students complimented him one after another: "The teacher is wise." "The teacher is quick-witted."

Song Mingcheng waved his hand: "Okay, go to the imperial hospital and get me some wound medicine for my mouth." Alas, how could he accidentally bite his tongue? If this is also recorded by the historian, it will really hurt His wisdom.

There was laughter and joy here, as if celebrating the New Year, and the faces of the right ministers were as ugly as those of dead parents: "Then Song Mingcheng is really insidious, treacherous ministers are wronging the country, treacherous ministers are wronging the country!"

A junior couldn't help but say: "That's also His Majesty's partiality, and Song Mingcheng just bit his tongue."

That's right, the emperor favored Song Mingcheng. It was okay before. The emperor usually beat everyone indiscriminately. No matter who was right, they would each hit [-] boards. But now they are clearly biased.

"This idiot didn't do anything, so why should His Majesty please you?" The emperor was moody, and his attitude towards everyone was equally bad. Now that there was a traitor among the crowd, they naturally wanted to find out the traitor's advantage.

"That's right, he belongs to King An's faction, and His Majesty has never been kind to King An." The think tank did an analysis, but they couldn't find out what good deed Song Mingcheng had done to win the emperor's favor.

A junior dared to speak: "Perhaps Song and Ming grew up beautifully."

It has been 20 years since the story of Tanhualang parading his white horse through the streets and catching his son-in-law under the county prince's mansion, and people still talk about it now.

After these words, everything was silent, and for a long time the junior who spoke was knocked out of his head: "Extremely superficial, Song Mingcheng is 41, and Lao Bangcai is one. Much better-looking than Song Mingcheng, isn't Qi Tanhua good-looking? Wang Shangshu Not good-looking? Those concubines in the harem not good-looking?"

Wealthy and rich, the left-hand man ensured that he was well-raised, and he still looked like a gentleman. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes did not damage his appearance at all, but added to his beauty that has been washed away by the years.But no one dares to say that Zuo is better looking than young officials and concubines against his conscience.

After a few questions, the junior obediently shut up, never expecting that they ruled out the correct answer in the first place.The emperor looked at Song Mingcheng pleasingly, naturally because of this face that was somewhat similar to that of the young lover, he loved the house and black.

But this kind of love is extremely shallow, and it's just that the emperor has a little partiality for him during the quarrel. If he really steps on Sima Yan's red line, the emperor will never be soft-hearted.

The topic turned to the concubine, the right minister, no, the former right minister had a plan: "The general election is coming soon, your majesty has not yet had a son, and it is time to add a newcomer to the palace. I remember Song Mingcheng has a daughter, She has a beautiful appearance, but she is very suitable for the position of queen."

"Father, I don't understand. Aren't we hostile to Song Mingcheng? Why do we want to create momentum for Song Mingcheng's daughter?" That is the position of queen. It is the honor of a family that the eldest son of the eldest son inherits the throne.

"No, that's a good idea." The former right minister who had recovered his strength said, "Things are always reversed. The more you publicize your majesty's temperament, the easier it is for him to hate it. The grandeur of the holy family depends on whether Song Mingcheng is blessed or not." Enjoy."

The emperor is now twenty-six, and he has been on the throne for ten years. According to the rule that the draft is held every three years, except for the one that was delayed for the first emperor's filial piety, he also held two general elections. The girl goes in.But as long as you feel sorry for your own girl, there is no one in your heart who doesn't regret it.

The emperor is sick, and when he goes crazy, he can even kill Jiao Didi's concubine. There will be the third general election in a few months, and no minister dares to put his daughter in this time.Some don't feel sorry for their daughters, but they are afraid that something will happen to them in the palace, and they will implicate themselves. With the emperor's madness, one day, whoever is not pleasing to the eye may come to a package of implicating the nine clans.If the Queen's position is so easy, the latter position will not be vacant until now.

It doesn't matter if they can't find out how Song Mingcheng is favored. It's a thousand times easier for the emperor to hate someone than to like someone. Things are always reversed. They want to send the Song family this wealth and wealth, and then send them to hell in one fell swoop. .

The Wan family discussed at home, but Song Mingcheng was not able to continue to be proud. When he went to ask for wound medicine, the Xiangfu also sent someone to invite the imperial physician.

"Why are you here?" Seeing the servant in the house, Prime Minister Zuo was very surprised.

"Master Xiang, Madam fainted, and the young lady sent me to call for the imperial physician."

Song Mingcheng didn't expect that his previous disaster of eyelid twitching would be at home, so he immediately asked for leave and drove back in a carriage.

Fortunately, the imperial physician diagnosed that Princess Ming'an was only in a moment of impatience, and there was nothing serious about it.

"Why did Madam faint suddenly?" the guarding servant girl stammered.

Song Mingcheng said sharply, "Mingyue, tell me the truth."

After hearing a few words of cause and effect, he was almost pissed off and had a cerebral hemorrhage. He won a complete victory in the court, and this rebellious son directly ransacked his house.He directly picked up the feather duster in the bedroom: "Where is Nizi, give me the family law!"

Princess Ming An who woke up saw this and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't."

Song Jing followed and ran out: "Mother, I'll stop you."

After entering the small courtyard, Song Mingcheng did not see Song Zi, so he asked Song Zi's personal book boy, "Where is the young master?"

The book boy said: "The young master went out on something, and left you a letter."

Facing the furious Patriarch, the book boy presented the letter that Song Zi entrusted to deliver with trembling hands.

On the letter, Song Zi wrote in regular script: "Father, my child knows that you can't think about it for a while, but there are some things in this world that you can't force. Calm down. I'll come back when you calm down. I'm not worthy, Song Ziliu"

The young man standing outside Xiangfu looked at Xiangfu, straightened the bamboo hat on his head, and strode out.Just kidding, he is not a fool, he has paid so much for his family, and he still has to be beaten severely, so a fool would not run away.

Song Zi took a deep breath. In fact, at this moment, he was equally distraught, no better than his own parents.The matter has come to this point, when he came out, he realized that there would be no turning back.He has to enter the palace and find his sweetheart to kiss and comfort him to get better.