A traitor

Su Qinglang was imprisoned in the palace, and his father handed over several papers to Mei Liusheng, with tactful words, and wanted to take him back, but Mei Liusheng refused.

Su Zheshan didn't work here, but his second mother couldn't bear it anymore, she broke into the palace directly, and confronted the slaves in the palace for a long time, insisting on seeing Su Qinglang.

At that time, Mei Liusheng was also standing on the spot. Seeing Mrs. Liang, he sighed and said, "Mrs. Su, I thought that your son was not feeling well, so I left him in the palace to recuperate."

Liang shi was naturally aware of Mei Liusheng's wishful thinking, so he smiled coldly: "Your Majesty's kindness, and my wife's understanding, but it's just my son, and it's not up to His Majesty to take care of him."

Compared to Su Zheshan, Mei Liusheng was actually the least willing to see Mrs. Liang, not because he was afraid of her, but because he didn't know how to deal with her.

Be tougher, and afraid that Su Qinglang will get angry, so he can only say patiently: "If Mrs. Su is worried about Qinglang, go home for now, and I will send him back in a few days."

Liang turned her body sideways, obviously unwilling to talk to him: "Today is today, the minister's wife just wants to take her son home, why is His Majesty blocking it like this?"

Mei Liusheng was silenced by her, he couldn't say anything, because I have taken a fancy to your son and want him to accompany me in the palace, right?

After a moment of silence, he said: "I still have important matters to deal with, this matter will be discussed later."

As he said that, he looked sideways at the slave next to him and said, "Send Mrs. Su out of the palace."

Several servants stepped forward to ask Mr. Liang to leave, but instead of leaving, Mrs. Liang intended to go forward, but was quickly stopped by them.

When the two sides were struggling, they heard a weak shout from not far away: "Stop!"

Su Qinglang rushed over after hearing the news, and was still slightly panting when he came to the front because he was walking too hastily.

He coughed and looked at the servants: "Let go of my second mother."

The servants really knew each other, let go of Mrs. Liang and retreated to the side, then Su Qinglang stepped forward and looked at Mrs. Liang: "Er Niang, why are you here?"

Seeing Su Qinglang standing in front of her, Liang Shi was so angry and anxious that she was forced to shed tears: "You child, do you want to worry about Erniang's death?"

Su Qinglang lowered his head and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Er Niang, Qinglang made you worry again."

Mrs. Liang looked Su Qinglang up and down, and reached out to touch his arm. Seeing that her son was thin and weak, with only half his life left, she couldn't help feeling even more sad.

Suppressing her grief, she said: "It's good that you live, Erniang is here today to take you out."

As he said that, he looked at Mei Liusheng and said pointedly: "Don't worry, as long as Erniang is alive, no one will dare to bully you."

She stretched out her hand to grab Su Qinglang's wrist, turned around and wanted to take him away, but Su Qinglang was still standing there, and when Mrs. Liang looked back at him, Su Qinglang lowered her head in shame, "Sorry, Mr. Mom, I can't go with you yet..."

"Why?" Liang Shi was anxious, paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know, Mr. Song..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Mei Liusheng immediately interrupted her, "Madam Su!"

He squinted his eyes, with a hint of threat: "I have something to say to you, please take a step to speak."

But Mrs. Liang smiled coldly and said: "What are you afraid of, Mr. Song is my son's teacher. When he passed away, my son should go to worship now."

Hearing Mrs. Liang's words, Su Qinglang was startled, and didn't react for a long time.However, the tears came first.

With red eyes, he said with difficulty: "Er Niang...what did you say..."

Only then did Liang look at Su Qinglang, and she couldn't bear to let him know about this, so she said: "Qinglang, Erniang knows, when you hear this news, you must be very sad, but Mr. Song is your My mentor, I have always treated you well, Erniang can't be selfish, so you don't even have the chance to see him off for the last time."

Seeing that she really said this, Mei Liusheng slowly closed his eyes, not daring to see Su Qinglang's reaction.

Su Qinglang was stunned when he heard the news.Then, tears fell again, and he lowered his head, trying his best to calm his grief.

Finally, he opened his mouth and said with a sob: "I see, Er Niang, I will go back..."

Mei Liusheng thought that he would burst into tears, quarrel with him, blame him for not keeping his mentor, and even conceal the matter.

However, Su Qinglang was surprisingly quiet.

However, watching the moment when he burst into tears, he suddenly understood that the real breakdown was always from the heart.

The matter of Song Hongru was actually quite a headache for him. In Chang'an City, many officials and ministers had surrendered and were willing to recognize him as the master, but Song Hongru was like a stone in a latrine.

She would rather support that fatuous emperor uncle who has died than to turn to the light and become his subject.

In fact, for Su Qinglang's sake, he didn't intend to embarrass Song Hongru. Song Hongru set up a longevity tablet for his uncle at home, and Song Hongru insulted him as a traitor at home.

Even when the article accused him of being ruthless and slaughtering his uncle, he turned a blind eye and pretended not to know.

But never expected that Song Hongru would commit suicide.

Perhaps he felt that his imperial uncle was really exhausted, and Nan Tang was no longer the previous Nan Tang. He was helpless to witness the great changes in the world around him, so he couldn't think about it.

At an advanced age of more than eighty, he put on decent clothes, hanged himself at home, and followed the dynasty in his heart.

Because when Song Hongru died, it was he who married Pei Ying, and the Song family couldn't avoid the wedding, so they locked Song Hongru's body at home, and it has not been buried yet.

Although it is late autumn, the weather is still very hot, the body cannot be buried, and the body has already stinks in two days, mosquitoes and flies are flying all over the sky. It is a pity that Song Hongru was loyal and loyal all his life, but he ended up like this when he died.

Song Hongru's students really couldn't stand it anymore, they approached the Song family several times to argue, and almost got into a fight.

But they are not surnamed Song after all, and they are not qualified to deal with the funeral of their mentor, and the Song family is afraid of offending the court.Therefore, the funeral can only be postponed for a few days.

A few days ago, he had been busy with other things. He didn't know that Song Hongru was dead, let alone that the Song family didn't even dare to bury anyone because of his so-called marriage.

He didn't know about this until King Changshan came today, and ordered the Song family to quickly prepare for the old man's funeral, remembering Song Hongru's contribution to the court throughout his life, and gave him a reward to mourn the old man's unfortunate death .

However, thinking of the tragic situation of Song Hongru's death, he really couldn't bear to let Su Qinglang know about it, so he planned to keep it a secret, but he finally let him know.

When Su Qinglang returned to the residence, Mei Liusheng followed him because he was worried. Seeing Su Qinglang walking into the room in a daze, he never spoke.

He couldn't help but said: "Qinglang...the deceased is already dead, don't be too sad..."

Su Qinglang looked at him, and after a moment, said: "I want to pay homage to my ancestor."

For this request, Mei Liusheng had no way to refuse, so he could only nod his head.

Seeing Su Qinglang turn around again, with his back to him, he said: "I gave you an inkstone once, now, please return it."

Mei Liusheng was blocked in his heart, and finally said: "Okay..."

On the day of the funeral, Su Qinglang left the palace, came to the long-lost Song Mansion, and slowly stepped into the mourning hall in the eyes of everyone.

In the mourning hall, there are some colleagues who respect the old gentleman.However, more students were Song Hongru's students, and Su Qinglang's classmates were naturally among them.

Seeing Su Qinglang, they all had complicated expressions. Some people who didn't know the truth still hated him, and were about to come forward to teach him a lesson, but were stopped by a blue-clothed scholar.

Su Qinglang's face was pale, and he came to the mourning hall, looked at the coffin of his teacher, and knelt down with a plop.

He fell on the ground, crying sadly, crying desperately.At this time, the blue-clothed scholar came out, stood in front of him and said, "Master Su..."

Su Qinglang raised his head to look at him when he heard the words, and heard him say: "Mr. asked you, did you ever realize your mistake?"

Thinking of the scene when he met his mentor in Xu's house in the past, Su Qinglang felt a pang in his heart, choked up and said, "Qinglang... I know I was wrong..."

The scholar in blue sighed, took out half of the jade from his sleeve, and said, "Sir, he forgives you."

Su Qinglang was stunned for a moment, but seeing the scholar put the jade in his hand, he said, "Mister also said that he knows your difficulties, and he never blamed you..."

Looking at the half piece of jade in his hand, countless images flashed in his mind. In the Golden Luan Hall, someone broke the jade, saying that the love between master and apprentice was exhausted, and he would never be with him again.

Over the years, he has been cherishing the other half of jade, thinking that one day, when the truth is revealed, he will return it to his mentor, hoping that they will be reunited.

But I never expected that the day when these two pieces of jade reunited would be like this...

Seeing Su Qinglang crying sadly, the blue-clothed scholar sighed again: "Actually, Mister has long wanted to give this half of jade to you, but unfortunately, there has never been a chance."

He paused, then lifted Su Qinglang up with his hands down, and said: "Sir, martyrdom by death is considered to have fulfilled the long-cherished wish in his heart, senior brother, don't be too sad..."

Su Qinglang nodded with tears in his eyes, however, seeing his teacher's coffin and thinking of all the past, he still couldn't help crying.

At this time, another young scholar came out and said to the blue-clothed scholar, "Brother Yunxi, what are your plans for the future?"

The blue-clothed scholar glanced at Su Qinglang, and said, "The matter that Mr. explained has been completed. After finishing Mr.'s funeral, I should also leave."

As he spoke, he turned and looked at the coffin in the hall, thinking that Song Hongru had learned all his life, and the most famous one was Su Qinglang's class.

Su Qinglang, Xie Yu, Xu Hanwen, Liu Jingzhi, Sun Zizhong, plus Qin Huan, which one is not a person with amazing talent?

It's a pity that things are changing in the world, and good fortune makes people, and only the students of that class have a more miserable end than the other, and now even the husband himself is gone.For a moment, the eyes were desolate, full of emotion——

"I didn't expect it. I really waited until this day. Mr. Quanxia knows, so it should be a little comforting."