The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

The two people who are thinking about each other don't know yet, even though one is in the court hall and the other is in the deep palace, the two of them happened to bump into each other with their worries.

This court meeting was originally to commend the soldiers who went to the expedition, and everyone knew what the emperor was thinking, so everyone naturally had to come together.Because they were worried about Mu Qiu's affairs, the father and son walked halfway and turned back. There was a lot of delay on the way. Not daring to stand out first, as soon as he saw Luanjia appearing, he quickly knelt down piece by piece.

Song Zichen had been excluded from the center of the court all year round in his previous life, and he hadn't had time to show his talents in this life. Seeing the intimidating posture of kneeling in front of him, he couldn't help hesitant in his steps, and subconsciously Take a step back.

"What are you going to retreat? You won the battle, so what's there to be ashamed of?"

Glancing at the son angrily, the emperor gave him a hand, but he didn't let go, dragging him all the way into the Qianqing Palace.

Before Song Zichen could react enough, he was staggered by his father and dragged all the way into the court hall under the gaze of everyone.Although he is ignorant of political affairs, after all, he has been honed in the army all year round, and he has already developed an extremely keen reaction. Subconsciously, he felt that there were surprises, jealousy, and some Most of them were waiting to see their own jokes with half a smile, but there were very few kind eyes. of.

Song Zichen originally planned to record how many people were hostile to him, but now that he saw it, he really didn't need to bother any more, so he simply gave a self-defeating wry smile, and stood loudly at the position designated by his father. The sleeves stood calmly in front of the ministers.

"The Marquis of Yunhui arrived—"

All the ministers had already stood still, and a signal came from outside belatedly.

Unexpectedly, when my father and I were late together, my grandfather would be able to step in at this exact moment.Song Zichen couldn't help showing deep respect for the legendary Marquis Yunhui, and leisurely leaned out to look outside, and saw a hale and hearty old man walking slowly into the court hall.

Although the Qi Dynasty had a state duke, they were all false titles. Those who could be named dukes were either too old to lie down at home for a thousand years, or they had been pushed out of the court and could only be obedient. Live the rest of his life in a barren land.As for the marquises, except for Yunhuihou, they are all civil servants. Moreover, this Yunhuihou is holding the hereditary iron coupons bestowed by the founding ancestor Taizu in his hand. He has already had a heavy army. No one dared to mess with him, even the emperor had to be afraid of him.As for the fact that the court came a little later, no one dared to express any dissatisfaction.

Although Song Zichen is the empress's son, he has always been an existence that his grandma does not love and does not love his uncle. Yun Huihou also thought that he was not as talented as Song Zixuan, so he never paid close attention to this grandson.Song Zichen is also stubborn, and has always held his breath. In all his past and present lives, he has never looked at his grandfather carefully once.Now thinking about the plan of the two when they were in the frontier, the original conflict is less, but there is more curiosity that cannot be hidden.

Marquis Yun Hui has been immersed in the officialdom for many years, so he naturally has guessed about the various eyes of the court, and he doesn't need to think much to know what is hidden behind those eyes.He bowed unhurriedly to the emperor, and then walked slowly to the head of the class, but suddenly noticed a different gaze, subconsciously looked over, and happened to meet Song Zichen's gaze.

This is a grandson who surprised him—he originally thought that this child was nothing more than a falcon dog raised by his elder brother. He was more than persistent in doing things but not flexible enough. He was not suitable for being an emperor, so he never paid close attention to it.But it was not until this expedition that he realized that the third son did not raise a dog, but a little milk wolf with no teeth. After two stumbles, I couldn't help wondering if I was really old, but I couldn't help but pay more attention to this little grandson.

Those eyes are very bright, not as simple as a young man who has not yet reached the crown, but also far less complicated and deep than those who have been in the officialdom for a long time.There was not much kindness in the eyes looking at him, but not too much hostility, it was more like a little wolf grinding its teeth, vigilantly watching his every move, ready to pounce on him at any moment.

But no matter how fierce the wolf is, it will not sneak attack, nor will it use insidious tricks in secret, unlike a poisonous snake——

Hou Yunhui's expression remained unchanged, he nodded slightly towards this grandson, and then his eyes moved to his other grandson thoughtfully.

He once devoted too much effort to this grandson—the eldest son of the empress, talented, intelligent, and deep-minded, no matter what he is, he is a natural monarch.He gave him the secret recipe of "Drunk Red Dust", which was kept secret in his family. He took him to deal with political affairs and taught him scheming since he was a child, but he didn't expect that the child who was brought up by himself would bite him back and try to break free manipulation.But he still couldn't even figure it out—the situation was turbulent, and Song Zichen's sudden emergence, why did that kid suddenly turn against him and do such a stupid thing of self-destructing the Great Wall?

He was meditating thoughtfully, but Song Zichen was also thinking about his own thoughts.He naturally didn't have a good impression of this grandfather, but he had to say—although this Marquis Yunhui was high-ranking and domineering, he would kill anyone who disobeyed him without mercy, even Mu Qiu's father and Feigui's His mother was indirectly killed by him, but this person did not use any insidious methods, and his behavior style was extremely domineering. It was not difficult to deduce what he would do, and there was no need to worry about whether he had some shady conspiracy .

This is naturally a good thing - after all, he has been physically and mentally exhausted after fighting with Song Zixuan for the past few months. If there is another grandfather with the same scheming heart, he may not have the guts to stand on top of this court by himself. .

Thinking of Feigui's mother, Song Zichen's heart suddenly tightened, and subconsciously looked in Peng Feigui's direction, and as expected, he saw the murderous intent in that person's eyes.Fortunately, Meng Daxian next to him was more reliable this time, and he knew how to pull him hard to prevent him from acting rashly, which also made Song Zichen feel a little comforted.He quickly glanced in the direction of the two of them, then shook his head, signaling them not to cause any trouble at such a time.

After all, Peng Feigui also knew the importance, so he gave him an annoyed look, then lowered his head, looked at his nose, nose, and heart and stood up straight, refusing to raise his head no matter what he said.

Song Zichen had nothing to do with him, he shook his head dumbfounded, and had no choice but to stand back obediently.After listening to the ceremonial officer announce the credits of this battle one by one, he finally realized that he had won such a big victory belatedly.

Most of the people in the court were civil servants, and most of the remaining military officials were raised by the peaceful and prosperous times, and they hardly fought any battles.Previously, I only knew that the Seventh Prince had made great contributions, but I didn't know how great it was. Now, when I heard the merits in the merit book being read out one by one, each one of them couldn't help being awe-inspiring, and shouted one after another. praise up.The court hall was quite lively for a while, and it seemed to be a bit like a market.

There was nothing wrong with the noise at such a time, and the emperor was also in a good mood, watching with great interest the ministers below praising his son in different ways, and his originally gloomy mood was slightly relieved.Song Zichen himself didn't feel anything, he bowed politely to the ministers around him frequently, and was about to go out to receive the reward when he heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Father, the seventh younger brother has made such a great contribution, and I am very pleased. It's just that this time I was in charge of transporting food, and there were indeed some problems. I dare not report the truth, and I ask my father to look into it."

Song Zixuan's expression was indifferent, and he didn't even bother to put on another pretense. Obviously, he knew that he had no hope of continuing to play a good brother, a good son, and a good grandson. This stall jumped out directly.

Although he was prepared for Song Zixuan's attack, he did not expect that person to attack him himself.Song Zichen turned around in astonishment, looking at Song Zixuan's gloomy complexion, a little haze flashed in his eyes.

The emperor did not seem to have expected that this son would actually take such a step. He looked at him with both astonishment and pain. Rewards. If there are any mistakes or omissions, they will naturally be punished. But the rewards and punishments must be clearly defined-if you have anything to say, just wait until the reward is awarded."

Unexpectedly, his father would defend himself so clearly at this juncture, Song Zichen subconsciously turned around, and the original dissatisfaction in his heart dissipated somewhat.But before he breathed a sigh of relief, Song Zixuan took another step forward and knelt down on the ground: "Father Huang Mingjian, the distinction between rewards and punishments is the eternal truth, but if you praise someone too high first, when he falls down The fall will be heavier... This kind of pain, I can't bear to ask the seventh brother to bear it once."

Song Zichen couldn't quite understand what he said, so he couldn't help but frowned slightly, but saw the emperor's expression suddenly changed, looking at Song Zixuan with a bit of fear.

It is unbelievable that a father is afraid of his son, and the emperor is afraid of ministers, no matter from which point of view.Song Zichen was not in a hurry to speak out, but took a step back cautiously, leaving the court to these fathers, brothers and elders who were exhausted every day.