Chapter 50 Chapter 50 After washing up and eating, several people...
After they washed up and had their meal, they were about to go out when they saw Song Zhuo come over and pinch her sister's sleeve and act coquettishly: "Sister, I want to go to town too. I want to buy some things."
Song Mian nodded: "Let's go."
She simply went back to her room and got three taels of silver, handed it to Song Zhuo, and said with a gentle look, "I'll ask your brother Jinshu to take you shopping later."
He is a child, so it is inevitable that others will deceive him.
With Lu Jinshu taking care of Wenlan and Song Zhuo, she felt more at ease.
Song Zhuo: "Yeah~ Thank you my sister~"
He was so happy that he thought his sister would not agree, and he had already thought of eighteen ways to act coquettishly.
I didn't expect it to be so simple, and I gave him so much money to spend.
When Song Zhuo arrived in the town, he first walked around Chaoqian Street. He ran into Song Xiaoshu selling pan-fried dumplings and bought one to try.
Wenlan watched him with a smile as he shopped and ate along the way. Seeing the beautiful hair ornaments, she even remembered to bring a small gift for Song Mian.
When he arrived at Song's Pie, he couldn't help but go in to take a look.
"Wow," he exclaimed.
This is too much passenger flow.
"Sister..." He was about to shout, but suddenly remembered that his sister was dressed as a man, and changed his mouth to say: "Brother-in-law didn't come?"
He said something quickly.
Song Mian looked at him in confusion. How come this kid couldn't speak clearly after going out for fun?
"Brother." He called again.
Song Mian frowned, so this is it.
"Have you finished buying?" she asked with a smile.
Song Zhuo nodded obediently. He washed his hands and went backstage to help clean up the debris.
"Hey, who is this?" Zhang Chunhua looked at him curiously.
Song Mian smiled and said, "This is my younger brother Song Zhuo. He studies at home and rarely goes out."
Once a young scholar, now a layman.
Everyone looked at Song Zhuo and nodded continuously.
"This young boy does look like you. I can only imagine how handsome he will be when he grows up."
"That's right, how do the people in this family look? They are so good-looking."
"That's right, just having this face means you won't have to worry about your future marriage."
"Yeah, this mother-in-law girl likes a white and clean face."
"Neither of you is married?"
Song Zhuo was looked at and talked about by others, but he did not get angry. He smiled and said, "I want to eat lotus root pie. I want it so badly!"
Song Mian gave Wenlan and Song Zhuo a piece of pie each.
"You must be tired after walking around for so long, try something to eat."
Wenlan took the small basket, looked at the pie inside, and broke it into two, one for her and one for Song Zhuo.
She glanced around the store and saw many people looking at her. Her expression froze. After a moment, she took a deep breath, finished the pie, washed her hands, and went to the kitchen to help.
She also saw how busy the store was.
*
Winter comes especially quickly.
Song Mian got up early in the morning and opened the door to see heavy snow outside.
All I saw was a vast expanse of white snow.
She stretched and happily turned back to bed.
She had been building momentum early on, saying she would not go to the restaurant if it snowed. When diners saw the snow, they naturally knew she would not go.
But her biological clock kept her from falling asleep even if she lay down.
After the snow fell, Song Mian discovered that Xie Luzhi always disappeared.
Her eyes darkened, and she knew what was going on.
Sure enough, within a few days, news came out that the emperor had committed adultery, and heavy snow fell from the sky, collapsing a corner of the palace wall. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory made divination and said that the emperor's star was dim and a strange star was rising.
Emperor Shunde treated his brothers as if they were rebels. He held a long sword in his hand and would chop off any of his brothers who displeased him like cutting vegetables or melons.
Song Mian: ...
She was at home, but with Xie Luzhi around, she was well-informed.
The emperor's uncle died today, and the emperor's prince died tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow, even the princess was beheaded in court.
Song Mian was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect that Emperor Shunde would be so cruel. He treated the Song family as if they were his enemies, and treated his relatives like fallen leaves swept away by the autumn wind.
She frowned.
This is different from history.
She looked at Xie Luzhi. Was it him?
Seeing Song Mian's eyes, Xie Luzhi touched his nose. He thought guiltily, could it be that she knew something?
However, the other person's eyes were clear and pure, and he really didn't seem like the type of person who would play power games.
Song Mian didn't ask.
Instead, Xie Luzhi hinted cryptically, "Things are about to change."
Song Mian: ...
I know, I know, just don’t tell me.
She pretended not to understand and said with a smile, "Indeed, it feels like a blizzard is coming."
Xie Luzhi: ...
Seeing his bewildered face, Song Fuxue couldn't help but burst out laughing. His daughter clearly understood and was playing dumb, but he didn't know and acted as if she didn't understand, looking like he wanted to explain it clearly.
He called Song Mian to the study and sorted out Song Zhun's manuscripts together.
"These manuscripts were scattered everywhere and were slowly collected." Song Fuxue said with a gentle expression.
Song Zhun was a man of great literary talent, but what made him even more famous was his ability as an official, along with his handsome face that looked like a banished immortal.
Song Mian took the manuscript and looked at it with a complicated expression.
I don’t know what kind of mood my father was in when he faced these relics.
"Wait... when the new emperor ascends the throne, we will clear the name of the injustice and compile these manuscripts into a book, which can be published and collected." Song Fuxue was in high spirits.
This is one of the factors that keeps him alive.
Song Mian flipped through the sorted manuscript, which became even more precious with the addition of time and Song Fuxue's insights.
The snow in winter is so heavy that it covers up so many things.
By the beginning of the following spring, Emperor Shunde's reputation for cruelty and licentiousness had spread throughout the country.
Song Mian scratched her cheek. Was it ever so fast in history? She didn't remember.
When she rented the house, she thought she could go back to town to sell pies after the snow melted, but she didn't expect that the snow would never stop.
Even if the snow stops, the thick snow is difficult to melt.
She simply lay down and stewed meat and cooked at home every day. In her spare time, she also learned the elegant things of the ancients, such as watching the snow, playing chess and making tea around the fire.
As a result, he was almost burnt by the fire and shivered in the cold wind.
The taste is amazing.
She immediately couldn't imagine playing chess in the snow in the fairy-like atmosphere in movies and TV dramas.
Only by experiencing it yourself can you know the wonderful taste of it.
When the spring came the following year, as soon as the biting cold wind began to subside, she couldn't help but run outside.
After staying indoors for a whole winter, everything I see is new to me.
Prime Minister Zhou, who was at the peak of his career last year, was convicted of advising the new emperor to be kind and benevolent during the New Year. He was demoted three thousand miles away to Lingnan to pick up shells.
After losing their common enemy Song Zhun, the faint friendship between Zhou Qi and Emperor Shunde was blown away by the wind.
In the spring, Xie Luzhi launched a rebellion under the pretext of clearing the court of corrupt officials.
Song Mian was a little surprised when he heard the news.
It's been lurking for such a short time.
Later, she took some melon seeds and tea and went directly to Song Fuxue to ask for help.
"What's going on, Grandpa Xie?" she asked excitedly.
Song Fuxue hesitated for a moment before saying, "The military power of the Imperial Guards and the Jingji Camp was in his hands. Emperor Shunde used a beauty to hand over these military powers."
He is so stupid.
Song Mian nodded. Emperor Shunde was a very absurd person in history.
"Most of the officials in the court are your grandfather's disciples. Emperor Shunde's abdication of my Song family has also made scholars shudder."
"Not to mention, Uncle Xie has been in the military for thirty years, and most of the generals and troops he can use were trained by him."
Both the civil and military aspects were under Xie Luzhi's control.
There is only one left, which is neither right nor justifiable.
Now that Emperor Shunde is tyrannical, he has handed us a ladder.
Song Mian held up his chin and lowered his voice, "Was it Grandpa Xie who did it?"
Song Fuxue sighed softly, "Yes, the most favored Taoist priests and concubines in front of Emperor Shunde are all your grandfather Xie's people."
Song Mian: ...
Her eyes darkened.
Xie Luzhi seemed to be smiling, but he actually didn't show it.
In just half a year, ordinary people were trapped indoors by heavy snow and never went out, but this became their best protection.
"Will anyone come to arrest us?" Song Mian frowned.
Song Fuxue's expression was complicated: "That also requires Emperor Shunde to have troops available."
There is no one on hand, so even if you want to catch someone, you can't do it.
Song Mian said "oh" slowly and put his heart at ease.
She sighed, "They say the butt determines the head. I hope that after Grandpa Xie takes office, he will treat the people better."
Song Fuxue stopped talking.
"People make decisions based on their position," he said slowly. "When I was an editor at the Hanlin Academy, I thought it would be better if I could write fewer poems and essays."
"But if I were to go to the top, I would think that the poems and essays submitted to the emperor would naturally need to be revised by the editor."
He sipped his tea slowly and whispered, "We can never fathom the hearts of those in power, nor can we guess."
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