Song Changqing took his father's letter and immediately went to the western suburbs. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In his previous life, before his head fell to the ground, he had seen the tragic image of a river of blood, but the kind of tragic scene in the western suburbs, compared with the previous life, was no longer a river of blood, but a mountain of corpses!

"To the east of the conjuring platform, there is a big pit, which is full of rotting bones, the son asked at first, those people didn't say, and then ordered the family to ask a few people, only to say that all those who were seriously injured or fell to the ground and died, all were thrown inside, and when the son passed, there were already maggots all over the ground, and the air breath was disgusting......

Song Changqing couldn't bear to say it too carefully, he knew how his father would react when he heard it.

"Are you serious? I'm going to see how those people in the Ministry of Industry can do such a thing! I'm going to see with my own eyes! The emperor handed over this matter to the Ministry of Industry and Zhan Shichun's demonic way, and they are doing such nonsense!"

Song Wen got up like a case, shouted angrily, and was about to go outside.

He didn't know if the prince of Qin had seen all the misery, but what he said about "grass and human life" turned out to be true!

Song Changqing hurriedly stood up and stopped him: "Father, you don't have to go, if you go, it will only be more sad." ”

"How can they be like this! These are all human lives, how can they take the lives of those people without their lives!"

Song Wenru looked at his son who bowed down and stopped in front of him, and when he heard the sentence "It will only be more sad", his eyes darkened, and he couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

"I'm ashamed to be the prime minister of Daqi, I don't even know what kind of life the people live! The border is fighting, countless middle-aged men are killed and injured every day, and so many people will die in vain with just a soul conjuring platform, and I am incompetent!"

The more Song Wenru spoke, the more excited she became, and the gentle and elegant people on weekdays beat their chests and cried.

Song Changqing lowered his head deeply, abiding by his son's duty, and did not dare to look at his father's gaffe at will.

But when he remembered the creepy scene, he still interrupted his father's self-blame: "Father, my son thinks that the most important thing at this time is to report to the emperor...... At this time, it is the height of summer, so many bones are piled up and rotted, I am afraid that it is very easy to cause a plague, if the plague is rampant, the consequences are unimaginable, plus this year, except for the heavy rain on the night of June 6, there has never been half a drop of rain, father, this is extremely abnormal!"

Although Song Changqing made up his mind not to get involved in the affairs of the world in this life, he had been a courtier for more than ten years in his previous life, and he was used to thinking about these things in his heart.

Now it is the fourth year of Xihe, at this time in the previous life, Empress Xiaoyuan did not die, after the emperor's wedding, Qin Se is harmonious, very affectionate, and there is no war on the border of Daqi, let alone such a long-term drought and no rain.

But in this life, what will become of Xihe, who was originally smooth and rainy for four years?

Song Wenru couldn't bother to wipe away the tears on his face, and first thought carefully about what his son said, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!

If it continues as it is now, there will be wars, internal strife, and if there is another great drought and several plagues...... Isn't this a harbinger of the country's demise?

Although since ancient times, the people of the country have suffered, and the people of the country have also suffered, but in contrast, the country is prosperous, and the people can still be peaceful people, and the people will become dogs in troubled times!

Before the first emperor died, he entrusted the crown prince and the country to him, but he seemed to have not taken care of any of them!

Song Wenru really wanted to die in front of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor! But if there was something wrong with Daqi, even if he died, what face would he have to see the First Emperor?!

No, Daqi can't die!

"For the sake of my father, I will go to the palace!"

Song Changqing hurriedly put on the official hat for his father with his own hands, and solemnly requested: "Father is here, can you promise your son one thing?"

"Say it quickly!" Song Wenru was about to step out while tidying up her clothes.

Song Changqing said respectfully: "Father, you must remember your son's words, no matter what the emperor wants to do, you are the prime minister, you can advise and stop it, but there is only one thing, you must not interfere!"

"What?"

Song Wenru was a little unhappy with his son's selfishness, royal affairs are no trivial matter, they are all state affairs!

"Anything about Empress Hyowon. Remember, you must not interfere in anything, whether it is a conjuring spirit or anything else!"

Song Wenru frowned, Empress Xiaoyuan, a woman who died, was buried in the imperial mausoleum is already extremely beautiful, but there is so much trouble left behind her, if she is alive, she may not be able to harm Daqi.

But now his son's words are also reasonable, and from the perspective of various incidents, the emperor's rebellious scales are only Empress Xiaoyuan.

"My father knows this matter and will do it at his discretion, so I'm leaving. ”

Song Wen responded, and hurriedly went out.

Song Changqing looked at his father's back and sighed in his heart, it seems that his father did not listen to his advice, and he would not take it to heart.

This feeling of being drunk and waking up alone is very bad, but how can he say it? Who can know his worries except Yuan Hui?

The reason why this life is different from the previous life is because Xiao Shaoyun, like him, is the same as him, and he has not lost his hatred in that life and returned against the sky.

He hated himself for not keeping his family, and what Xiao Shaoyun hated was only afraid of the death of Empress Xiaoyuan in his previous life.

As an emperor, Xiao Shaoyun can be called a wise monarch in his life, he has a reputation, a country, and the only thing he doesn't have is an heir, and he is happy with the woman he loves.

According to Yuan Hui's guess, it is likely that Empress Xiaoyuan will die first in this life, and then there will be a conjuring spirit, more than half of the possibility is because Xiao Shaoyun wants to change his life for Empress Xiaoyuan, or rather, he is so painstaking, just to change the body of his beloved woman who can fulfill the hatred of his previous life!

Such desperate paranoia, such means at the expense of his subjects, if someone stops him at this time, the end will be tragic.

In this life, I just want to be a bystander, the only thing I care about is the preservation of the family, and Xiao Shaoyun in this life is a complete madman, I am afraid that in his heart, the country is no longer important, the only important thing is the woman who has suffered a lot in her life, but has always been kind and benevolent, and finally has not died well, Xu Chenghuan, the queen of Xiaoyuan.

The western half of the sky has been dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and Song Changqing stared at the blood color that poured into the sky, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

The Empress Xiaoyuan in the previous life was really an innocent woman, but in this life, is the Empress Xiaoyuan really dead and disappeared, or is it just like Xiao Shaoyun planned, her soul is dormant, just waiting to return? If she returns, what will become of this world?

It seems that when his father comes back from the palace, he will go to find Yuan Hui again.

That night, Song Wenru did not return overnight, and when the hundred officials went to court on the second day, they found that there were already two people sitting and standing in the Taiji Palace.

The one who is sitting is naturally the emperor, and the one who is standing is the prime minister who has entered the palace at some point.

Both of them looked bad, Xiao Shaoyun stared at the entrance of the hall with gloomy eyes, and the courtiers who came in were suddenly so frightened by this gaze that they didn't dare to come out, and they all found their respective positions and stood trembling.