This letter was secretly sent back by Song Yu, whom Song Heng referred to as his "good brother".
Prime Minister Hua has coveted the throne for a long time, and the late emperor has been wary of him for a long time.
Now Hua Xiang's ambition is growing, and he is about to explode to the point where he can no longer hold back.
But unexpectedly, Prime Minister Hua coveted the throne of Song Hua Kingdom, but did not care about the land and people of Song Hua Kingdom at all.
At present, the Song Hua Kingdom was at war with the Khitan Kingdom, and the war was at a stalemate. In the face of foreign aggression, even if there was internal strife, at least in terms of external relations, Song Heng believed that the Prime Minister Hua still had the heart of serving his country and would not cross the bottom line.
Unexpectedly, one of Hua Xiang's advisers was lurking in Song Huaguo's army and actually tipped off the Khitan Kingdom on the battlefield, causing Song Yu's several carefully planned night raids to be caught by the enemy and wiped out.
Song Yu became suspicious but had no idea where to start his investigation. While going to the barracks to boost morale, he happened to see the soldier.
Although Song Yu seemed naughty and dissolute, he was knowledgeable and had a strong memory. He could almost remember everything he saw.
When he was in the capital, he was known for being unruly and unlearned. Therefore, when dignitaries and wealthy families held banquets, they would always give him an invitation book considering his status as Prince Yu.
Whether it was out of respect or flattery, Song Yu would naturally take the book and go there with a swagger. In the past, when the late emperor was alive, he would have restrained himself a little, but now that Song Heng was in power, he became even more unscrupulous.
On the surface, he was drinking, enjoying the music, and joining in the fun; but little did he know that he was observing the connections and influence of the dignitaries while drinking.
He once went to Hua Xiang's residence, and while drinking and chatting, he saw Hua Xiang leave his seat.
He also staggered out of the front hall under the pretext of getting some fresh air to sober up, and saw a man kneeling in front of Hua Xiang and saying something among the interlaced shadows of the trees.
The man was tall and strong, with a very noticeable hooked nose.
The fact that bureaucrats kept trusted subordinates was a secret known only to high-ranking officials in the capital, let alone Prime Minister Hua.
Song Yu thought about it, smiled and left. It was not until two years later when he came to the army that he had discussed many plans about Hua Xiang with Song Heng.
His impression of Hua Xiang was no longer just a corrupt official, but a treacherous and ambitious person with evil intentions. Naturally, the past came flooding back to his mind.
The man with the hooked nose was almost indistinguishable from the others in the army, with no merits or faults. When Song Yu pretended to ask other soldiers casually, he learned that he was a kind-hearted person who would take the initiative to stand guard outside the barracks for others.
Good heart?
Song Yu sneered. He wondered how much information he had received from Prime Minister Hua, and how many secret letters he had delivered to the enemy, each night while guarding the camp.
Song Yu pretended to be furious in the army, called in several night attack generals and scolded them severely. He then said that he would arrange the night attack mission during lunch today. If they failed again, these generals would be beheaded.
Sure enough, while Song Yu was arranging the night attack mission during lunch, the man with the hooked nose brought in dishes and placed them on the table. He also kindly helped several generals to serve the dishes and then helped Song Yu to serve the dishes.
He just wanted to have more time to eavesdrop. Song Yu took a sip of his wine and continued to arrange the night attack as if he hadn't noticed him. The other generals also continued to listen as if nothing had happened.
At night, Song Yu did not send anyone to attack at night, but only sent a spy to check the situation. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, the group of Khitans suddenly came fully armed, lit torches and searched in the bushes.
It was exactly the same as the previous times when the Song Huaguo army was caught red-handed by them.
Several generals were Song Yu's confidants. Song Yu scolded them in the tent, so loud that the soldiers passing by could hear it; but inside the tent, the generals were holding a short letter that Song Yu had written long ago, which was the task assigned to them during lunch.
Burn it after reading it, you will fall into the trap.
The hook-nosed man is indeed a traitor.
Song Yu passed the matter to Song Heng to discuss with him whether to execute him on the spot or to use the trick against him.
Song Heng made a decisive decision: if Hooked Nose stayed in the army, it would cause too much uncertainty, so he must be executed on the spot to boost military morale; but Hua Xiang could take advantage of this and let Hua Xiang know the news of Hooked Nose's death, but make it impossible for Hua Xiang to figure out whether Song Heng knew about it.
When people are hesitant and flustered, they are most likely to reveal their true colors and become impatient and uneasy. Song Heng didn't mind fueling the fire burning in Hua Xiang's heart.
Song Heng looked up at me and said, "The flowers will bloom on the top of the mountain soon. Then Shuang'er will have to work hard again."
I knew Song Heng was saying that he was going to act out the role of a tyrant emperor and his favorite concubine in front of Prime Minister Hua again.
When Song Heng arrived at Miansong Mountain, memorials would still be sent to the top of Miansong Mountain for review every day.
In front of everyone, Song Heng often showed disdain for these memorials and pushed them all to the editors and compilers of the Hanlin Academy who came to deliver the memorials.
Because Song Heng knew that these memorials were trivial matters and could be handled by editing and compiling.
All important matters were delivered to him through secret letters.
It was really hard work for Fengli and the other editors and compilers. They had to come from far away every day to deliver things and accompany Song Heng to play the role of a humble and earnest minister, and then run down the mountain in shame with piles of memorials in their arms.
Compared to them, my acting was much easier. In front of the guards, I would eat, drink and joke with Song Heng. When we were alone, we would sometimes chat for a while, but most of the time he would read his secret letters and handle his government affairs; I would read my storybook or take a walk around.
"Don't worry." I looked up and smiled at Song Heng. Practice makes perfect, and I had already figured it out.
At night, Song Heng was in the house. I heard that there were big watermelons in the fields, so I went to pick them with the nanny at night. I took them to the kitchen, cut them in half, and then sat on the corridor. I wanted to give them to Song Heng, but I was worried about disturbing him by going in and out, so I just sat in front of the house with the red-fleshed watermelon in my hands and watched the moon.
Holding the melon in one hand and the spoon in the other, I suddenly felt that the days of living in seclusion in the mountains with Song Heng were quite leisurely and comfortable. It would be nice if time could just pass and stop at the top of Miansong Mountain.
Looking at the moonlight, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. Maybe that would happen in the next life, but maybe he could pester Song Heng to come here every summer.
As long as that time, Song Heng and I's feelings for each other have not changed.
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