Chapter 145 Will the truth scare you?
After leaving the palace, Song Yunchu did not return home directly, but instructed Bai Zhu to stop outside the residence of Minister Gong.
Gong Mingyuan was packing his bags. When he heard that Song Yunchu was coming, he hurried out to greet him.
"My Lord, I haven't seen you for some time and I miss you very much. I heard that you are back and wanted to visit you, but someone in the palace brought the emperor's oral order. I have to go to Yuzhou early tomorrow morning."
"I came here to tell you this."
Song Yunchu sat down and said leisurely, "Then you should also know who His Majesty sent to accompany you, right?"
"I know." When Gong Mingyuan mentioned this, his face turned a little indignant. "I don't like the Ye family. Ye Fengmian is old-fashioned and hypocritical. His father once challenged you..."
"One thing is another." Song Yunchu interrupted him, "It's just a few disputes, not a deep hatred. How can it be compared to your own future? This time, you two have been ordered to go to Yuzhou to control the flood, so you must focus all your energy on this matter."
"If you have conflicts due to personal emotions and fail to complete the court's tasks, and the emperor blames you, you will bear the blame yourself. Don't blame me for not saving you. I will be lenient if I don't beat you to death."
Facing Song Yunchu's fierce look, Gong Mingyuan's scalp tightened, and he quickly responded: "Don't worry, sir, I know where I am. I dare not slack off on the affairs of the court. It's just that Ye Fengmian will..."
"Don't extend your prejudice against his father to him. How can he be so hypocritical? He doesn't seem to have any actual interests infringed upon you, right? It's just your personal prejudice."
Song Yunchu rolled his eyes at Gong Mingyuan. "Your Majesty and I have both seen his water control strategy. As long as you don't argue over your positions, he will definitely be able to help you. This is a joint mission for both of you. If you do it well, it will be a win-win situation. Don't always think about how arrogant his father is. Are you usually very humble? You have no self-awareness at all. To put it bluntly, the memorials against you in the past six months are enough to crush you to death."
Gong Mingyuan was slightly surprised when he heard this, "There are so many?"
"Will my true identity scare you?"
Song Yunchu sneered, "Your Majesty is focusing on the people's livelihood in various places, and I am assisting him in the Imperial Study, so I will naturally do my best to protect the people on our side. If you can make some contributions, I will take advantage of His Majesty's good mood and say a few good words for you."
"You were beaten with ten big sticks a few days ago, and fined a whole year's salary. You must feel bad, right? If I were you, I would definitely seize every opportunity to make merit and earn back the salary."
"Your Excellency is absolutely right!" Gong Mingyuan recalled the salary that was deducted, and immediately perked up, his eyes firmed up a bit, "Isn't it just working with that Ye guy? What's so difficult about it? Don't worry, Your Excellency, unless he hits someone, I will try my best to tolerate him and not argue with him."
Song Yunchu raised the corner of his lips, "That's right."
Ye Fengmian and she had no interactions on a daily basis, but he would not deliberately challenge her in the court, and his remarks were mostly objective. Gong Mingyuan did not like this man only because of his father.
In fact, when it comes to the tempers of the Ye family members, General Ye has a bad temper, and Concubine Zhen is also spoiled. It is precisely because Ye Fengmian has the best temper in the family that he chose to pursue a career in literature instead of a career in martial arts.
"Don't worry, sir. I will definitely complete this task with Master Ye and return to the court as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for your good news." Song Yunchu patted his shoulder to show encouragement, then got up and left.
Although Gong Mingyuan is frivolous, he is a man who listens to advice, so she doesn't have to worry too much.
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In the blink of an eye, another three days passed. This morning, good news came from the west of the city. Seventy to eighty percent of the plague patients had recovered, and those with more serious symptoms were also gradually recovering.
The prescription had already spread to the areas where the plague occurred, and almost no one died from the plague anymore.
The emperor ordered the two places to be unsealed, allowing shops to open and resume business as soon as possible.
After the morning court session, Song Yunchu came to the Imperial Study as usual to help Jun Liluo read the memorials, until the voice of Chief Steward Li was heard in front -
"Your Majesty, the deck of cards that Lord Song drew has been completed."
When Song Yunchu heard this, he immediately looked up at the box in Manager Li's hand.
Butler Li also walked to her table and opened the box. "Master Song, take a look at this card. How well made is it?"
Song Yunchu looked at the rows of jade mahjong tiles in front of him, his eyes slightly brightening.
She picked up a piece and weighed it in her hand. The texture of the jade was smooth and slightly cool, and it must be fun to rub it.
She really hasn't played mahjong for a long time.
As the saying goes, playing with things can ruin one's ambition. Given her current status, it is indeed not appropriate for her to focus on these things.
But the concubines were bored all day long, and this would be a lot of fun for them. She needed to teach them, and she could also take the opportunity to satisfy her craving.
She said, "This deck is very well made. The size and weight are just right."
"Since it meets the requirements, let's proceed according to the plan." Jun Li Luo on the side took over the conversation.
Song Yunchu recalled Jun Liluo's so-called plan and sighed softly, "The ladies have been copying Buddhist scriptures for three days, and they must be fed up."
"Yes, they are very upset right now. Yun Chu, if you bring this deck of cards over, it will be a timely help."
Jun Liluo said, and turned to tell Li Zongguan, "Take Prime Minister Song to Mingde Hall."
Song Yunchu left the imperial study. On the other side, in the Mingde Hall, the four concubines were holding pens and writing rows of words on paper. Everyone looked listless. There was a thick stack of scriptures piled on their desks, which were the ones they had copied in the past three days.
Three days ago, they suddenly received an oral order from the emperor, saying that the emperor had recently obtained several new scriptures, which were written by the abbot of Qingyun Temple before his death. They carried infinite blessings, and he asked them to copy the scriptures a hundred times and burn them to pray for the court.
When they heard that they had to copy it a hundred times, they were very surprised.
How long would it take to copy so many scriptures a hundred times?
None of them like to worship Buddha, and copying scriptures undoubtedly adds a touch of boredom to their already dull lives.
But since it was an order from the emperor, they had no choice but to follow it.
They didn't feel much when they started copying, but three days passed in a flash and they really couldn't sit still.
Concubine Zhen felt a little drowsy, and the maid beside her quickly pushed her shoulder, "Madam, it's not time to rest yet, you can't sleep."
Zhenfei came to her senses and almost broke the pen in her hand.
Copying scriptures, copying scriptures, what’s the point of copying these junk!
After copying, you have to burn it, and after burning it, you have to copy it again. Is this considered praying for blessings? I don’t know where your majesty heard this nonsense from...
It would be better to go to the temple and burn a few more incense sticks and spend more money on incense!
Why don't you let monks who have no distractions do this kind of thing? Your Majesty, will it really work if you let these lay people do this kind of thing? She is not a monk, chanting scriptures will not make her calm, but will only make her more irritable.
Sometimes she really didn't understand what His Majesty was thinking.
They were so beautiful, it would be fine if he didn't pity them or pay any attention to them, why couldn't he let them stay in their own palaces to eat and sleep? Why did he have to make them do these rubbish, it was so boring!
If Concubine Shu had not been summoned by His Majesty before, she would have doubted whether His Majesty was capable of it.
Of course, she could only think these words in her heart but dared not say them out loud.
"Your Highness." A palace maid beside him whispered, "The other three ladies copied faster than you..."
Zhenfei gritted her teeth and could only continue copying the scriptures.
It’s so boring... I really want to tear all these broken things apart.
But thinking of the glory of her family and her own status, she could only endure it.
The hall was quiet for a long time, until a tall and straight figure appeared outside the hall.
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