Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

In the winter of the first year of Baocheng, the Yue division went to the north to commit Qing Dynasty. At that time, the new king was registered in Beiqing, and there were many battles among the literati and bureaucrats.

However, on the eve of the triumphant return, it was widely rumored in the court that the Duke of Ling Guoyue treasoned the country, and the army was in chaos.It happened that the Yue division left and returned, and seized six cities in Yanzhou. Since then, Qingyue and Yue have been divided into Zhongling.

Later, "Qingshi Xinchao" records that in the first year of Baocheng, Hushi General and Duke of Ling, Wen Ruhai was convicted of treason and imprisoned nine clans.Wen Ruhai and his eldest son, the commander in front of the Palace of the Forbidden Army, put him in front of the tent upon hearing the sound.

On the night that the family members in Beijing copied and killed, the fortifications on Nanzheng Street caught fire.Under the siege of the imperial army, the fire was extinguished at dawn, and 320 and five members of Wen's family died here, without missing a single one.

In the spring of Baocheng's 13th year, he went to Taifu's mansion in Kyoto, night.

The cold wind in early spring is still bitter, the shadows flicker outside the window, and the rustling of cranes completely obscures the movement in the warm pavilion.

Song Ren, the chief steward of the front yard of the mansion, knelt outside the curtain respectfully, and talked to the person who was half lying on the bed: "Last winter, because the master was ill in bed, Yihetang's bills piled up a little too much. Watch it for a while."

There are many stoves burning in the compartment, and the couch is also connected to the earth dragon, so the room is naturally warm and harmonious, but the person on the couch is still wearing a thick cashmere blanket, but the skirt is wide open, and it is not known whether it is cold or hot.

"Cough cough." The book in his hand trembled slightly, and two coughs came from the couch, and the figure was a bit haggard: "It's okay, let's go on."

The voice seemed to be that of a young man, but he was far less energetic than ordinary young people, and the lack of voice could be heard through the curtain.

Song Rendao: "Fortunately, there are no major events in Beijing and China recently, but we have received a lot of news from the south."

There was the sound of books turning pages on the couch, and Song Ren knew that this meant continuing: "The spies from the next capital came to report that there seemed to be more openings in Haikou in the East of Vietnam, ships in and out of the port were frequent, and three shipyards were opened in a row. What do you mean?"

"The northern commercial land route has been closed. This is going to the sea." The long fingers with strong bones paused on the book, sighing and smiling: "I have two eyes."

This is naturally referring to the emperor of the Yue Kingdom, the majestic monarch of a country, but in this population, he only has "two-pointed eyesight".

"Order, this matter will be skipped in the Nikkei." After a moment of silence, the man suddenly said, "I remember that there was a happy event in Mr. Xiangguo's residence recently?"

"This..." Song Ren hesitated, wondering if the person on the couch really didn't know or pretended not to know: "It's more appropriate to say it's a scandal rather than a happy event."

"Oh? Why did you say that?"

"Li Xiangguo was so wise and brilliant, but in the end he raised such a grandson who loves flowers and teases dogs." Seeing that he really didn't know, Song Ren snickered twice, "This time it is his eldest grandson who is only fourteen years old. He kidnapped the young lady of the Qing family in Taichang Temple, and sent it back now that he couldn't hide his stomach, but it was hard for Master Shaoqing who had been hired by his family...

With a green hat on his head, there is no way to reason, haha! "

Song Renman thought that his master would feel better after hearing such gossip, but he didn't expect to see a silence on the couch.

After a long time, the man seemed to be in a daze: "Fourteen...not too young..."

Song Ren didn't hear clearly, so he asked, "Master, what did you say?"

The man continued to look at the account: "Master Shaoqing, what's the matter? After a few days, he will retire and remarry. The one who suffers is the daughter of Siqing who was sent back."

This is true.The folk custom in Beiqing is to open up again, and the official daughters who encounter this kind of usurpation will be ruined for the rest of their lives.Even if the family doesn't dislike it, most of them can't get over their own knots.

"That's right." Song Ren snorted coldly: "Li Xiangguo relies on his famous family, how can he admit such scandals? But the rumors have calmed down in a few days."

"More than that." The man interrupted.

"What does the master mean?"

"I think that Nikkei's sales have declined in the past half a month, and this matter has been used as an article for a few days. This kind of official gossip has always attracted the attention of Yibo market."

Song Ren: "It's about Mr. Xiangguo, I'm afraid it's not easy to say it clearly..."

"You don't spread enough things that you can't say clearly?" The man asked casually: "If you change your name, the most indispensable thing in the capital is a good person."

"Yes." Song Ren cupped his hands: "If there is nothing else, the old slave will not disturb the master's rest."

"Yeah." Just as the whispered response came out, it was overwhelmed by repeated rapid coughing.

The man on the couch suddenly lost his composure, and the blanket fell down, making his trembling figure look thinner and weaker.

"Second Young Master!" Song Ren was shocked when he saw this, he didn't care to get up and even kneeled and crawled into the curtain, he hurriedly grabbed the gauze curtain which was dragging the floor and felt it was in the way, so he raised his hand and pulled it off.

Only in this way can we serve tea and get dressed with the man on the couch.It was the same, finally showing the face of the sickly man.

The man's complexion was white and flawless, and his skin was slightly radiant with fat and jade, which showed that he was not often exposed to the sun.The brows are heroic, but at this moment they are showing the pain of being sick and weak because of the tight wrinkles.

His eyelashes were slender like a fan, his nose hung like a gall, his thin lips were tightly pursed and bloodless, even when he was ill, he could tell that this person had an extraordinary appearance, but he didn't know what kind of eyes he had.

"Why are your hands still so cold?" Song Ren showed concern, "I'll ask someone to add two more charcoal fires..." He put down his teacup and was about to leave.

"Ahem... No, there's no need." The man stopped, and finally opened his eyes after a while, revealing a pair of pitch-black phoenix eyes: "No matter how much you sweat, it will be sticky."

"Second son..." Song Ren knew that he didn't like other people to wait for the bath, and he hated that iron could not be made of steel: "So I have to suffer for life? It's better if I die!"

"Uncle Ren, go on your own." The man tried his best to smile, and his slightly frail face suddenly became a little more vivid, even if he pretended to be intoxicated.

Song Ren knew that he was trying to hold on, but he couldn't help it. No amount of talking would be of any use.In the past 12 years, he has never seen anyone who can persuade the stubborn donkey in front of him. Even if he is as guarded as a mountain to his teacher, this stubborn donkey is also very disobedient.

Don't say anything else, just say that the fact that they are in the upper capital at the moment is not just a disobedience to the guard Mo Huijing?

After staring at each other for a while, Song Ren blew on his beard and finally compromised: "That's all, it's up to you!"

After all, he really shook his sleeves and left.

But after walking a few steps, the man behind him called out: "Uncle Ren."

"What's the matter?" Song Ren turned his head immediately.

But seeing the solemn eyes of the person on the couch, there was no joke at all: "This place is Shangjingdu, and this place is Taifu's Mansion." He paused, pointed to himself and said, "This person is Song Fuling. Where did he come from?" Second son?"

Song Ren was dazed for a moment, panic flashed across his face, and he immediately bowed and saluted: "The old slave is talking nonsense, please ask for a three-month fine, and hope the master will be fulfilled."

Song Fuling had already returned to normal, took it to the account book and continued to look through it: "Go down."

"Yes."

There were chores waiting in the front yard, Song Ren didn't want to delay, turned around and left, but this time he still didn't make it.But instead of being stopped by Song Fuling, he was disturbed by the sudden shout from outside the door——

"Master! It's not good! Master! Something serious happened!"

Song Ren opened the door, and yelled at the concierge boy who came running over: "What are you yelling about at night? Why did the master just lie down in the room and something big happened? Yue Li doesn't want it anymore?"

"No...not!" The boy stretched his legs and said, "It's... the prince, something happened to the prince!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Fuling asked nervously: "What happened to the prince?"

"Fall, fall into the water!" The kid finally came to his senses: "The prince fell into the Lin'an River during his night tour! Now it's spread all over the city!"

Song Ren was shocked: "Is this really true?"

"It's absolutely true! It just fell from the Baita Bridge, so many pairs of eyes watched, Jin Mingchi became a mess!"

The Lin'an River is the largest water system that runs through the east and west of Upper Kyoto, dividing the city into two urban areas, the north and the south.There is a Baita Bridge connecting the two main streets in the north and the south, and there are several islands in the middle of the river under the bridge.

There are painted pillars and carved beams in the palaces and pavilions on the island, and the princes and dignitaries of aristocratic families often gather here in their free time.On the largest island, there is a restaurant called Jinming Pool, which towers into the sky. Later, Jinming Pool became the most prosperous place in the city, and this name became the synonym for the area around Baita Bridge.

Song Fuling's eyes darkened when she heard the words, and she put down the account book: "Help me up, I want to enter the palace."

Song Ren: "It's still raining outside, not to mention there's no news from the palace..."

"The prince fell into the water, but as a teacher, he didn't care about it. What's the reason?" Song Fuling urged: "Push my car chair quickly."

Today, the Master is in his prime, but he only has one prince under his knees, and that is the eight-year-old prince Xie Xun.

When the prince travels at night, he should be accompanied by the guards in front of the palace, but now he slipped and fell into the water.Although the coldness of early spring is not as cold as that of winter, the water of Lin'an River has just melted into ice, and it is freezing cold, and an eight-year-old child still cannot afford it.Especially this child is the only son of the current emperor, Prince Beiqing.

Song Fuling, as the crown prince and grand tutor, should visit him for reasons of love and reason, especially Xie Xun, to him, is more than just the crown prince.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Song Ren immediately ordered the servants outside the door: "Hurry up and wait for the master to dress!" After saying that, he turned and pushed out a wooden car chair from the compartment.

Song Fuling lifted the quilt and opened her arms to be manipulated by others. She was obviously used to such scenes.

Song Ren put a blanket on the car seat, but after a while Song Fuling was also tidied up.After putting on shoes and socks, they were carried to the car seat and tied to sit. Song Fuling didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

He's more like a mute than a cripple.

Even if he went out at the fastest speed, it was already half an hour later when he arrived at the Sigong Gate of the Imperial City.

Song Fuling was not the one who came the fastest, after all, he lived in Beizheng Street, and compared with all the dignitaries and dignitaries in Nanzheng Street, the journey was naturally much farther.

The inner courtyard of the palace is also in a mess at this time, even if there are people passing through the palace gate, the emperor has no time to answer.A group of people could only wait in the cold wind and rain.

The Song Mansion's car was not conspicuous, but it was still recognized by the Xiangguo Mansion.Song Fuling only heard a soft horse's hoof, and then someone spoke to him through the curtain: "Is Mr. Song inside?"

Song Fuling was the Prince's servant, and the Taifu was only idle and had no position. Whether it was a doctor in the court or a commoner in the market, they were all called Mr. Wang.

Song Fuling recognized that it was the voice of Xiangguo Li Shichen, but she didn't lift the curtain: "But Mr. Li in Pingzhang?"

Xiangguo is not an official position, but the world's elegant name for the peaceful affairs of Zhongzheng Yuan, just because this position is the head of all officials and assists in state affairs.

"It's Li." Li Shichen is now in his fifties and is a dignified prime minister. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be so self-effacing in front of Song Fuling.

But not only did he do this, but he also showed extraordinary concern for Song Fuling: "Mr. is weak, and it is such a cold and rainy day tonight. I really shouldn't wait in the car. If I get wet and hot, I will call your majesty and the crown prince." worried."

"Thank you, Mr. Li, it's not too cold with the charcoal stove in the car." Song Fuling was obviously used to it a long time ago: "It's a lot of worry to stay in the mansion, and I can only really relax when His Royal Highness wakes up."

"Mr. Song is worthy of being a righteous son who is as guarded as a mountain. He is a virtuous and upright person who can be regarded as an example of scholars in the world. It's just that he is too talented to hang out in the East Palace. If you want to..."

"Mr. Song has repeatedly said that he is powerless, so why did Mr. Xiangguo forget?" A crisp and clear voice interrupted Li Shichen's words: "It is best to return to an official position when you are old and recuperate. No."

When the Li family came to Li Shichen's generation, apart from the eldest son, there were few nephews and nephews who could be worthy of great positions. It happened that the elder grandson had such a shameful incident, the visitor almost stabbed a knife in Li Shichen's chest.

However, Li Shichen still couldn't make a clear statement: "It turned out to be King Yi, and Prince Yi's mansion is just outside the palace, why did he arrive so late? But which new female prostitute got her ankle wrapped around her?"

At that time people played tricks for fun, so what Li Shichen said was not out of line, at most it was a joke.

Xie Miao snorted coldly and did not respond, then turned to talk to Song Fuling: "Mr. Song, do you want to visit the prince in the palace?"

"Exactly." Who came here to inquire about the situation of the prince?

"Coincidentally, this king is about to enter the palace after being ordered by the emperor, why don't I give you a lift?"

Naturally, Song Fuling would not refuse: "In this case, Song, I would like to thank His Royal Highness Yiwang."

Yi Wang is the younger brother of the first direct relative. Unlike his eldest brother who is gentle and respectful, he is quite interested in wine and sex.

Since the change in Yanzhou 12 years ago, he is now in charge of the three yamen of the imperial army, which is quite trusted by the emperor.But which emperor would trust his brothers to be in charge of the Imperial Army?

King Yi is an exception, because Xie Miao also has shortcomings.He was born with a lame foot, and his height was only half that of ordinary people. This kind of half-crippled person was born with nothing to do with the throne.

It is not unexpected to be favored by the emperor in this way.

The gate of the palace opened quickly, and two chariots and horses drove into the inner courtyard of the palace one after another.

Not long after one of them stopped, a short man in a boa robe got off and got into Song Fuling's carriage.

"What advice does your lord have?" Song Fuling raised her head.

Xie Miao's looks are not bad, but she is a little short, she looks like a half-grown child, staring straight at Song Fuling: "The prince did not fall into the water."

Song Fuling was a little puzzled at first, but heaved a sigh of relief after a while: "Then today's matter?"

"It's for the world to see," Xie Miao said, "To be precise, it's for the third prince of Yue Kingdom to see."

Song Fuling understood what he meant: "He wants to come to Beijing?"

"That's right," Xie Miao nodded, "As an envoy, I will discuss with the emperor about the Beitong trade route. This is a rush. After more than ten years of hard work, Xie Zhiwen is finally overwhelmed, haha..."

Xie Zhiwen in Xie Miao's mouth is the current emperor of the Yue Kingdom. It is absurd to say that the emperors of the two countries are actually brothers of the same father. In the first year of Baocheng, the country was separated and ruled because of old events. The war in Yanzhou was also related to this old event. .

Song Fuling just fiddled with Mrs. Tang in her hand, but didn't pick up on it.

Seeing this, Xie Miao couldn't help wondering: "You don't want to know why this king told you this?"

"His Royal Highness Yi wants to say something, so Song will listen. If His Highness Yi doesn't want to say it, Song can't force it." Song Fuling smiled.

Xie Miao knew that this person was good-looking, but he didn't want to laugh so hard that people couldn't move his eyes. He was stunned for a moment before coughing twice and regaining his senses: "This king said directly, what the emperor meant, he excused it by the prince drowning." Meet with the mission, and leave the rest to you and Honglu Temple."

Song Fuling seemed very surprised, coughed several times in succession, and couldn't help but turn pale when he recovered, "Song is a disabled person, how can He De meet with the mission? No, it will damage the state."

"What I want is to damage the state." Xie Miao's eyes were burning.

Song Fuling vaguely guessed Xie Miao's meaning: "I don't know what your Majesty and King Yi are planning?"

Xie Miao raised her sleeves and smiled: "The emperor will tell you later, and I'm afraid you will have to stay in the palace to rest tonight."

Song Fuling nodded: "The situation of the prince's drowning is not optimistic. As a teacher, I should be concerned about it."

Xie Miao praised: "Mister is smart."

The two were talking secretly in the carriage, while the "drowning" prince Xie Xun on the other side also sparked a fever again.

The imperial physician originally thought that this time it was just a formality, but unexpectedly found that the crown prince had really started a fever, and the East Palace was in a mess for a while.

The author has something to say:

Sure enough, the bottom is more bald

In this story, the elder brother is not the elder brother, and the younger brother is not the younger brother. Don’t worry about the name (cover your face)