Xiao Rong: “…”

He looked at Song Ruo with a confused expression: "You probably don't have any friends, right?"

Song Shuo smiled slightly and said proudly, "Indeed not."

Xiao Rong: “…………”

In fact, Xiao Rong always felt that he had traveled through a parallel world, but he could not find evidence to prove it. Now he has found it.

This must be a parallel world, and the characteristic of this parallel world is that everyone has no emotional intelligence! …

He just couldn't understand why everyone he knew was like this. It was really tiring for him to socialize with such a group of people every day.

After confirming that Xiao Rong was not an idiot, Song Shuo became enthusiastic. He asked the servant to put out an ice basin and tea. The ice was melting rapidly while the tea was still bubbling with steam.

Xiao Rong didn't leave simply because it was too hot outside. When the weather got cooler, he would leave this place of trouble immediately. He already had Qu Yunmie by his side, so he didn't need another emotional intelligence basin to torture him.

Song Suo made tea for Xiao Rong. Xiao Rong didn't say anything, and Song Suo acted as if he didn't notice anything. Instead, he explained why he had to conceal his identity, because he hoped that Xiao Rong came for him as a person, not for his identity.

Xiao Rong: “…”

You say you don't want to see idiots, but you are an idiot yourself.

I don't even know you, so why would I come here for you? There must be something about your identity that attracts me, which is why I would go through so much trouble to come here.

Do you think that if you write a bunch of flattery, I will be struck by your beauty and come to you crying and begging to make friends with you?

You know what, Song Shuo really thought so. …

He believed that physical communication comes first, followed by verbal communication, and finally spiritual communication.

What this means is that when he chooses a friend, he first considers whether their appearance is acceptable. He firmly believes that one can tell whether a person is powerful or not from their appearance. For example, a standard handsome man like him is the kind of person who can accomplish great things. Xiao Rong is more handsome than him, so he must be no simple person. So he wrote such a letter to Xiao Rong, wanting to meet him privately; as for friendship, after he has confirmed that Xiao Rong's IQ is fine, he will chat with him about everything to see if the two of them get along well. If they do, then they will reach the last step - spiritual friendship.

This spiritual connection does not mean the later meaning of being able to become friends without meeting each other, but it literally means the connection of minds. The thoughts and aspirations of the two are the same. At this point, the two can become good friends like Boya breaking his string. It's a pity that he has never met a friend worthy of spiritual connection in his life.

Xiao Rong thought, not only that, you probably haven't even met a friend worth making friends with, which handsome guy is so desperate that he would be willing to be friends with someone like you. ...

Song Suo has already seen that Xiao Rong is not interested in him, but the more Xiao Rong is like this, the more Song Suo refuses to give up. The reason is - well, it's because he has no friends.

His requirements were too high. The appearance of the person had to be similar to or better than his before he would favor him. There were actually quite a few handsome men like him in Jinling, but the problem was that half of them were kept as concubines in the backyards of various families, while the other half were stupid from head to toe, either being used as a gun every day, or staying in the anthology, intoxicated by others praising them.

In Song Suo's opinion, temperament is also a kind of appearance. Song Suo knows what kind of people they are as soon as they open their eyes, so he has never taken the initiative to contact them.

But Xiao Rong was different. When he walked into the court, his every move was full of nobleness. Song Shuo didn't know how to describe it. Anyway, the silliness of those handsome young men in Jinling was definitely not found in Xiao Rong. When Song Shuo looked at those handsome young men, he could almost tell what the other party's ending would be at a glance. But Xiao Rong was different. Song Shuo could not tell where he would go or how high he could go.

In fact, this is the charm of confidence and freedom. Xiao Rong has tens of thousands of choices in the future and he can do whatever he wants. As for the people in Jinling, they were born and died in Jinling and were raised by their families. Naturally, they will use their lives to repay their families. It’s not that they are pitiful or that their future will be bad. It’s just that no matter how luxurious the birdcage is, it is not as vast as the sky outside.

If you fly once, you will know the difference between the two, but these people in Jinling will never have the chance to fly in their lifetime. …

Song Suo hoped that Xiao Rong would not care about his identity. Similarly, he did not care about Xiao Rong's identity. He was just trying to get by as a minor official in the court. As for the dispute between the North and the South, and the desire of those people in the court to return to Chang'an, Song Suo politely declined.

Xiao Rong originally didn't want to pay much attention to him, but Song Shuo kept talking. Taking the tea prepared by Song Shuo, Xiao Rong took a sip, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

In his words, Song Suo revealed that his family was actually very well off. This thatched hut was a house he bought a few years ago. He would come here to live for a while when he had nothing to do. But it was not because he was being pretentious or thinking that living in a thatched hut could help him experience the state of mind of those great writers before him. He simply thought that the thatched hut was ventilated and it was cool to live in in the summer.

His behavior was eccentric and unrestrained, with a bit of the legacy of a hermit. He even told Xiao Rong that he was thinking of resigning and returning home after a while. Staying in the corrupt court was a waste of his life. It would be better for him to return to his hometown in Xiangdong and be a free and idle person.

Xiao Rong: "...Xiangdong?"

Finally, he heard his response. Song Shuo didn't react for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't help coughing twice. "Yes, yes, my ancestral home is in Xiangdong County."

Xiao Rong couldn't help but confirm with him again: "Are you from the Song family in Xiangdong?" Song Suo nodded.

Xiao Rong's eyes almost went straight when he looked at him. He changed his previous attitude of not wanting to even look at Song Suo. After his throat rolled twice, he asked again: "Your nickname... can't it be Song Qianzheng?"

Song Shuo opened his eyes wide: "How did you know?"

Xiao Rong: “…………” It’s true! !

Song Qianzheng, also known as Duke Ming of Song, retired at the age of 20 and returned to officialdom at the age of 46. However, he became prime minister in his first year and continued in this position until he was 66. He eventually died of illness at his desk due to overwork. After his death, the emperor held a state mourning and the people hung up white cloth strips one after another, without any reluctance.

Song Qianzheng's personality was different from that of ordinary ministers. He was very tolerant of everyone, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people, he treated them all with a pleasant face. Therefore, in the later Han Dynasty, he was very popular. In addition, he was very capable and helped the Han emperor to implement many political decrees. Whenever there was a problem and everyone opposed it, it was Song Qianzheng who came forward to mediate, and everyone believed him. When he died, the person who cried the most was not even Song Qianzheng's family, but the Han emperor whom he had assisted for twenty years. Even if his biological father Han Liangru had died, he probably would not have cried so sadly.

People in later generations also spoke highly of Song Qianzheng, saying that he was the first prime minister in history who loved his people like his own children, and a rare genius in a thousand years. He knew that the world would be in chaos, so he quickly retired. Later, even when the world was at peace, he knew that He Tingzhi was not a wise ruler at all, so he continued to wait until the Han family came to power. Only then did he finally stop hiding his talents and stand up to serve the wise ruler in his heart. …………

How could such a person with extraordinary intelligence, generosity, and a heart of gold be equated with the fool in front of Xiao Rong? !

Xiao Rong couldn't accept it at all. He stared at Song Suo in a daze, making Song Suo feel embarrassed. "My mother gave birth to me too early, so I was born with deficiencies. My grandmother was afraid that I would die young, so she gave me this nickname. But when I go out, no one calls me like this anymore. How did Xiao Lingyin know my nickname? Could it be that we have met before?"

Xiao Rong swallowed and calmly put away his slightly idiotic expression. He lowered his eyes and instantly changed his attitude towards Song Suo.

He pulled the corners of his mouth very lightly, and raised his eyelids with a slow and mysterious movement that made Song Shuo unable to help but be stunned.

"If we had met before, I would have recognized you at a glance, Mr. Song, a brilliant person like you. It's a pity that our fate is not in the past, but today. There are some rumors about me outside. I wonder if Mr. Song has heard of them?"

Song Suo frowned, "You mean... divination?"

Xiao Rong smiled: "That's right, otherwise how would I know such a private matter?"

Song Shuo still looked at him half-believingly. He actually thought that those were all rumors spread by Xiao Rong in order to increase the fame of the Zhenbei Army. Why did Xiao Rong sound like he was going to admit that he could tell fortunes?

Song Shuo didn't understand what Xiao Rong meant, and Xiao Rong smiled at him again, but he couldn't help but clench his hands under the table.

You may be a fool today, but you may become a smart person tomorrow. It doesn’t matter. We have patience and we can wait!

Even if I can't get in touch with the little emperor this time, it's enough to just take Song Suo back! My king, just be happy!

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