Song Sanlang smiled, his white face was full of flattery: "Uncle, others don't know me, can you not know?" Those vulgar fans, my nephew really can't look down on them, my nephew wants Bai Huanniang, you tell my father, you have fulfilled your nephew!"

Seeing that this nephew was untaught, Song Wenru was so angry that he brushed his sleeves away: "Ridiculous! That Bai Huanniang is a crazy fool, how can she be worthy of being my Song family's wife? Marry a wife and marry a virtuous person, don't be greedy, you are still so stubborn, go back to the room to study, when you understand it and when you come out!"

"Uncle, uncle!"

Song Sanlang chased after him for two steps, but was stopped by the little guy: "Third Young Master, please!"

If you marry a wife and marry a virtuous person, you have to watch it! He thinks that Bai Huanniang is good-looking!

The eldest brother is married to a virtuous person, but can the sister-in-law be ugly?

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A column of palace guards guarded on both sides, and the inner supervisor in brocade clothes rode on a tall horse, passing through the downtown of the capital, with an arrogant face.

In a double-horse carriage behind him, a man dressed in a snow-white Confucian robe with an elegant face sat on a brocade seat, looking out the screen window at the prosperity of the world.

Is it a grudge from the past life, or has it continued to the present?

The bloody catastrophe in the previous life, do you have to repeat it?

With the wheels rumbling, the palace arrived.

The inner supervisor dismounted, and the idler got off.

"Song Gongzi, please come here. ”

A little eunuch came up to lead the way, he nodded, and walked step by step into this splendid but extremely dark palace.

No, Xiaoyuan Empress Xu Chenghuan is dead, there will never be that catastrophe again, there will definitely be no more.

His hands clenched and loosened in his sleeves, and slowly, the golden palace appeared in front of him, the Taiji Palace.

He closed his eyes, as if he saw another patch of blood.

Empress Xiaoyuan, the person he can't live the most, died so early in this life.

Xiao Shaoyun sat quietly on top of the empty hall alone, waiting for the man to come with an expressionless face.

It wasn't until a person slowly walked in step by step from outside the door of the temple, prostrate on the ground, and shouted three times that he sat up straight, looked at the man in white, and showed an unpredictable smile.

Even if he is the son of the prime minister, he has no official position and is not subject to shadow, so when he faces the saint, he must wear a white dress to show that he is white.

Song Changqing...... The only son of the prime minister of Daqi, talented and intelligent, young court training, long and famous, rich in five cars, talented and eight buckets, even in the middle of the three yuan, for the leader of the Daqi scholars, the pillar of the court, after the age of 20, he has been wearing purple clothes all his life, and has never been dressed in white...... Why would such a person fail to even pass the exam? I wondered, can Changqing solve my doubts?"

"Your Majesty!"

With a short exclamation, Song Changqing, who was lying on the cold gold brick, raised his head and stared at the emperor in shock!

The emperor on the golden throne of the Dan Rank looked at him with a smile on his face, but that smile made him cold from head to toe!

Xiao Shaoyun: How could he know, how could he say such a thing? Could it be that he, too, ......

Xiao Shaoyun leaned forward, as if he was very satisfied with his surprised and frightened look, and his smile was even bigger, but the words he said made Song Changqing half puzzled: "Changqing, don't panic, I just had a dream before, in the dream, Changqing is like this, but when I wake up from the dream, I think about it, and I can't understand whether the good minister Changqing who assisted me in the dream and the Changqing who is now mediocre in talent are the same person...... Since I can have such a dream, it means that God has foreshadowed it, and I will give extra grace to let Changqing enter the court as an official, what does Changqing think?"

Song Changqing suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately bowed down again, covering all the turbulent waves in his heart.

Changqing, Changqing, in his previous life, Xiao Shaoyun called him an important minister of the court like this!

Was it just a dream? Was it really just a dream? What else did he dream? Song Changqing broke out in a cold sweat, and his back was cold.

Did Xiao Shaoyun dream that he united with hundreds of officials to write a book and forced Xu Chenghuan, the queen of Xiaoyuan, to death? Did you dream that he was beheaded at the noon gate and the Song family was bleeding?

"What does Changqing think?"

Xiao Shaoyun didn't seem to blame him for his rude staring and wandering into the world, and still asked very patiently.

The May day was actually not cold, but Song Changqing still shivered.

How? When you become an official in the court, do you want to embark on that bloody road again? No, never.

In this life, Empress Xiaoyuan did not die at his hands, and his Song Changqing's loyalty to Daqi was also accompanied by his life in the previous life.

He didn't owe Da Qi and Xiao Shaoyun anything.

"The grass people are stupid, they can't study since they were young, thanks to the emperor's wrong love, they are really afraid in their hearts, they really dare not receive this kind of grace, they really dare not receive it, the grass people in this life, they only want to die in the countryside, and they will never dare to do their best, set foot in the court, and hope that the emperor will see it!"

Song Changqing calmed down and said loudly.

Whether the emperor really just dreamed, or just like him, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, whether the two worlds were entangled, it was impossible for him to step into the whirlpool of the Great Qi Dynasty again.

"What if I want to force it?"

Xiao Shaoyun's voice echoed above the hall, majestic and indifferent.

Song Changqing straightened up, his eyes were open: "When the grass people enter the court, they will only mislead the country and the people, if the emperor insists, the grass people will be ashamed, and there will be only one dead ear." ”

Only one death?

Xiao Shaoyun looked at this person who was full of scholars, and laughed: "If you deserve it, there is only one death, haha, only one death!"

It has been difficult for eternity to die only once, but for a person like Song Changqing, what is death? He has long understood.

He had suspected it for a long time, and sure enough, even if he died once, this person was still that Song Changqing!

Such people are not afraid of death, I wish they could use their lives to earn a name in history, and they will be remembered for eternity, no matter if the emperor will be pointed out by thousands of people, and leave a stench for thousands of years!

But how can there always be such a good thing in the world? For such a person, death is too simple, so let's live.

Xiao Shaoyun's laughter gradually fell: "Since Changqing's mind has been decided, it is inconvenient for me to force it." It's just that Prime Minister Song is getting older, and he has passed the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, since Changqing doesn't want to be an official, then be a filial son, and accompany the prime minister for a long time, if there is nothing to do, don't go out of Beijing to travel around. ”

Song Changqing looked at the resolute emperor, and after all, he didn't say a word, and kowtowed to thank him.

Xiao Shaoyun got up and left, leaving a silent hall, and Song Changqing was prostrate on the ground alone.

From then on, there was no way to go, and I could only die at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

That's fine, at the very least, the Song family will not bleed again.

The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, whose courtyard is happy, and when the purple and red bloom all over, can that person return?

Xiao Shaoyun walked in the palace, dazzling flowers all the way, and returned to Zhaoyang Hall with a smile on his face.

In the bright red, he lay on the soft pillow on the couch, and there seemed to be Xu Chenghuan's smiling face in front of him.

"Cheng Huan, you don't have to be afraid, it's just a nightmare, this time, as long as you can come back smoothly, everything will be different...... We can still give birth to five sons and three daughters, and Hemeimei, for a lifetime, Song Changqing, let him live well, watch us live well, let him suffer alone, he can't change anything......"

(To be continued.) )