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When he understood, an uncontrollable horror rose from the depths of his heart, and he pointed his finger at his son with trembling fingers:

"You, you are saying this, do you want to rebel?!"

"My son didn't want to rebel, he just wanted to keep our Song family!"

Song Changqing naturally knew what kind of turbulent waves his words would set off in his father's heart, so even if he realized that the rebellion his father said might happen in the near future, he didn't want his father to be too stimulated at this time, so he only lowered his head and defended softly.

But that's it, Song Wenru is already furious!

His mind was in a trance for a moment, and then he rushed over, and clung to his son's shoulders, with a hideous expression and tears in his eyes:

"You are killing yourself! You are killing yourself like this! You are harming my Song family! The emperor is the Son of Heaven, who dares to confront the Son of Heaven? Don't say such things again! If I hear it again, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Song Changqing was shaken by his father like chaff and knelt unsteadily, but he didn't say anything, he slowly closed his eyes in his father's anger, and the familiar loss in his heart disappeared in a flash, and soon returned to peace.

In my father's heart, the person with the heaviest weight is always the emperor......

This is something that will never change, no matter in the past or present life.

He can only rejoice that Xiao Shaoyun was still a virtuous man in his previous life, and his father assisted him wholeheartedly throughout his life, and in the end, he was considered to have started well and finished well.

But in this life, Xiao Shaoyun is already crazy, but his father still wants to be a loyal minister of Daqi, what kind of fate will he end?

Song Changqing was full of sadness, and after dusk, he left the Prime Minister's Mansion and went to talk to Monk Yuanhui.

Yuan Hui has returned to Beishan Temple today, because Zhao Shizhen, the head of the household, has successfully raised the military salary needed in the northwest, and the Zhike monks of Beishan Temple are thinking about whether they can also come forward from Beishan Temple to raise funds from the powerful in Beijing, so that they can help the victims and alleviate some of the disasters caused by this year's drought.

Monk Yuanhui was noncommittal about the idea of knowing the guest monk.

Zhao Shizhen's success in raising military salaries is probably not only due to the loyalty and patriotism of those rich families.

In his previous life, he knew that King Qin was rich, but he didn't expect that in this life he would surface so early.

The current situation is completely different from the previous life, he not only wants to stop the catastrophe, but also to find a way to survive the natural disaster in front of him.

"Uncle Shi, aren't we monks? Giving relief to the victims is the emperor's business, why do we have to worry so much? Aren't we going to devote ourselves to the Buddha and devote ourselves to cultivating the Fa?"

The little novice with a small bald head often heard people talk about his uncle's greed for red dust, and when he saw his uncle frowning, he blinked and asked with big eyes.

Yuan Hui stretched out her hand and stroked the little shiny bald head of the little novice, stared at the ring scar on the top of his head, and explained kindly:

"We want to devote ourselves to the Buddha and devote ourselves to cultivating the Fa, but what kind of Buddha do you think about what kind of Buddha the Buddha is?

The young novice was still young, and had read only a limited number of scriptures, but he replied in a serious manner:

"The Buddha is compassionate, and the Dharma is boundless. ”

"Yes, the Buddha should be compassionate, and the Dharma is to benefit all sentient beings, but we can't just send them to the Western Blissful World. While they are alive, we have nothing to do, and we have to live for a while. If we have the ability and watch them starve to death and die of sickness, then where is our compassion?

Xiao Shami looked at the kind eyes of his uncle Zu, and seemed to understand this, but it did not prevent him from firmly rooting this teaching in his heart.

"Thank you for your teaching, my disciple remembered. ”

He clasped his palms together and saluted Monk Yuanhui.

"Well, I know you don't know much, it's good to remember, go ahead, let's play. ”

When Song Changqing entered the door, Xiao Shami was jumping out of the door and passing by him.

He had just heard Yuan Hui's words outside the door, and at this time he looked at the little novice carefully, joked with him a few words, and then walked in, looking at the monk Yuan Hui with a deep meaning in his eyes.

"I thought he was just a little similar to you by chance, but I didn't think it was really the same thing. ”

Who would have thought that Master Hongming, who was famous at a young age and had always walked among living beings, had been taught by Monk Yuanhui in this way.

Yuan Hui nodded: "I never thought that he could take my words to heart and walk on the road." ”

Song Changqing was a little stunned in his heart, he and Yuan Hui were both people who looked at this life in the past life, and they used to feel that everything was in their own hands, but now they know that everything in the world cannot be completely controlled.

"Do you really want to take care of the affairs of the victims? Although this little monk is young, what he said makes sense, if you take care of everything, what else do you want the emperor to do?"

Regarding the fact that Monk Yuanhui wanted to provide disaster relief, Song Changqing actually didn't agree.

Anyone, if his prestige surpasses the imperial court, will definitely become a thorn in the emperor's side and a thorn in the flesh.

is like Zhao Shizhen, although the military salary has been raised, and the prestige of face has been gained, with his understanding of Xiao Shaoyun, if he finds a gap, he will definitely make Zhao Shizhen look good.

He knew that the monk Yuanhui was not much different from the monks of this Beishan Temple, not like this little novice, although he was shaved since childhood, but he did not understand the suffering of the world, he escaped into the empty door after going through ups and downs, and achieved profound Buddhism.

It is natural to have the world in mind and understand the sufferings of the people, but he is afraid that if the monk Yuanhui is suspicious of the emperor, he will lose this only best friend in his life.

Yuan Hui didn't care: "Let him go, I only do what I have to do, what the consequences are, my own Buddha is watching." But you, all of a sudden, came to me, I'm afraid something is going on, right?"

When Song Changqing saw his attitude, he knew that he was a real monk, and he didn't take all kinds of obstacles to heart, so he didn't say anything about this matter, and told him about his family's affairs as it was.

Hearing the affairs of the Song family, Monk Yuanhui could no longer be calm, and jumped up directly:

"Why didn't you come to me in advance to discuss? You also underestimate Bai Chenghuan, do you know what she's about?!"

When Song Changqing saw Yuan Hui's appearance, his heart couldn't help but sink, isn't she the daughter of a military attache in Yuzhou? What else can he do?

Monk Yuanhui jumped and sighed, but he was never able to tell Song Changqing the true origin of Bai Chenghuan.

The woman was so cunning that he had to talk to him personally!

Bai Chenghuan, who was as cunning as a fox in Yuan Hui's eyes, was extremely honest in front of Mrs. Weibeihou.

Mrs. Weibei Hou answered whatever she asked, and after 1510 reborn herself, she explained everything about Song Saburo clearly.

But the point is, even if you say it again, you can't say anything concrete.

Bai Chenghuan's contact with Song Sanlang was nothing more than the arrow in Yuzhou at the beginning, and the time when Xu Chenglin was outside the city when he left Beijing that day, greeted him, and hinted that he helped Xiao Shaotang.

After listening to his daughter, Wei Beihou also frowned, puzzled.

It's just such a simple general friendship, and it can even be said that there is still some hatred in the gap, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I can't even see the appearance clearly, how can it be that Song Sanlang is crazy and generally stirs up the whole capital to step sideways?

"Is this because Song Sanlang was originally greedy and lustful, and he loved a few when he saw one, or did the Song family really have some plans and wanted to target our Hou Mansion?"

Bai Chenghuan was not so anxious after knowing the reason, and when he heard Wei Beihou guess like this, he said:

"If there is really any calculation, sooner or later it will show its feet, left and right, now that the rumors have spread all over the capital, if the two of us continue to make trouble, we can only make this matter bigger and bigger, so that others can see more excitement, let's be so stiff first, I also want to know, what will be the reaction of that person. ”

Of course, Wei Beihou and his wife knew who the person their daughter was referring to, so they felt that there was a deep meaning in these words:

"How ......"

"I just want to know if a person like me, who is not the reincarnation of Empress Xiaoyuan, and is riddled with gossip, can he let it go. ”

Mrs. Weibeihou immediately understood.

She looked deeply at her daughter for a moment, and sighed:

"Misfortune and blessing are relied on, Sai Weng lost his horse, I don't know if it is a blessing, if it really makes him completely rest his thoughts about you, it can be regarded as a good thing, then let's wait and see, if the Song family really wants to calculate us, our Hou Mansion is not the soft persimmon to be kneaded!"

Bai Chenghuan nodded, the sadness and anger of her father and mother could be reduced slightly, she would be much more relieved, and the Hou Mansion would have enough time to see the reactions of all parties.

When Xiao Shaoyun heard about this kind of gossip, he was silent for a long time before smashing a bunch of folds.

From that day when Bai Chenghuan tried to pretend to be Queen Xiaoyuan, he was disgusted with this woman in his heart.

But from time to time, he recalled in his heart the time when Bai Chenghuan appeared in front of him again and again-once, he was so close to the real Chenghuan!

"Prime Minister Song Wenru and his nephew Song Sanlang!"

Xiao Shaoyun thought about it, and always felt that if he didn't ask the Song family well, he really couldn't swallow this breath!

In recent days, following Xiao Shaoyun's side, Zhan Shichun, who was almost inseparable, stepped forward in time to stop him.

"Your Majesty, at this time, the soul of Empress Xiaoyuan is no longer on Bai Chenghuan, besides, Bai Chenghuan wants to pretend to be Empress Xiaoyuan, and the emperor has already seen through it, then she has nothing to do with the emperor, if the emperor asks the prime minister for her guilt, wouldn't it make the minister chill and make the world wonder?"

"But in case, Cheng Huan is back again......" Xiao Shaoyun felt that there was some truth in Zhan Shichun's words, but he was still conflicted in his heart.

"Emperor Mingjian, half of Empress Xiaoyuan's soul is now in Miss An, and when the other half of Empress Xiaoyuan's soul returns, the old minister will definitely find a way to let Empress Xiaoyuan be completely reborn in Miss An-why should the emperor at this time, for an insignificant woman, provoke the world's criticism?"

Xiao Shaoyun has almost completely relied on Zhan Shichun in recent days, and after thinking about it, he nodded in agreement with what he said.

Left and right, a woman who is no longer important, he doesn't take it to heart, that's it.

Although Zhan Shichun persuaded the emperor, he did not swallow this breath in his heart.

The daughter was bullied, how could he, as a father, be indifferent?

Those who spread rumors are as guilty as Song Jia Saburo, and they are waiting for him!

As soon as Mr. Yuan heard about this gossip, he secretly screamed in his heart!

The prince has finally calmed down these days, waiting for the news of the prince in the northwest, if he hears this, he is afraid that it will explode again!

Sure enough, when Mr. Yuan went to look for Xiao Shaotang, he found that the other person had disappeared.

Mr. Yuan could only sigh secretly, love is not shallow!

Song Sanlang was beaten by his family and kicked by Mrs. Weibei Hou, so he went to Weibei Hou's Mansion to hang around, and when he was carried back, he was really on the verge of having more air and less air intake.

Fortunately, although Song Wenru hated iron and steel, he didn't really want his life, although he yelled for him to live and die, he still let his wife Li Shi hire a doctor for him, prescribed medicine, and a large number of maids waited.

The prime minister's wife, Li Shi, also quarreled with her husband for the first time.

In her opinion, nephews are different from sons, and they are separated by a layer in the end, even if they are wrong, it is not their turn to teach a fatal lesson like this, in case of a good fight, how can they explain to his father!

Song Sanlang actually regretted his impulsiveness in his heart, not only making this matter uproar, causing Bai Chenghuan's reputation to be damaged, but also making his uncle and aunt lose harmony and quarrel for him, he felt that he was really a failure, and he couldn't do anything.

The remorse in his heart made him feel extremely depressed, although the wound was not so painful, he couldn't sleep, and only lay on the bed groggily.

I still don't want to die when I can see Bai Chenghuan in person and confess my heartfelt heart to her.

I don't know how long it took, but he only felt that under the shadow of the bean-like oil lamp at the head of the bed, it seemed to be a figure standing, and the figure was exuding a trace of cold air coming towards him.

"Hell!"

Song Saburo shuddered and screamed!

The figure pounced and covered his mouth, and Song Saburo only heard a deep voice threatening in his ear:

"If you shout again, believe it or not, I'll break your neck immediately?!"

He immediately closed his mouth, opened his eyes wide and looked over, the person in the shadow of the lamp, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, but his face was full of frost, which one was not He Qi?

"You, why are you here? You're here to see me?"

Song Saburo is not afraid.

"Look at you? no, I'm not here to see you, I'm here to clean you up!"

Xiao Shaotang stretched out his hand and pressed the wound on Song Sanlang's back, until Song Sanlang screamed miserably, and then said coldly:

"Song Sanlang, you can't be deceived by your friend's wife, you can actually let such a rumor spread in the capital, you really can't die for me Xiao Shaotang?"

"What kind of friend's wife can't be bullied? He Congtang, you're not sick, right?!" Song Sanlang's eyes widened when he heard this, he was very unconvinced, endured the pain of the wound, stood up and shouted:

"I remember the day I was injured, I told you, I fell in love with Bai Chenghuan, you said that this friend's wife should not be bullied, who are you talking about?!"