Shaking his head, he threw out the thoughts in his heart: "Mr. Song, the emperor announced that you will enter the palace, hoping that you can take over the important task of controlling the plague." ”

Song Yingjing knew that there was already a plague outside, and she wanted to go out, not for meritorious service, but just to go out a day earlier to save more people.

But thinking of Mr. Zhu's explanation, Song Yingjing rejected this opportunity for Jane to be in the emperor's heart: "I bother Xu Shilang to go back and tell the emperor that Song is guilty of it, and I am afraid that he will not be able to take on such a big responsibility." ”

Seeing that Song Yingjing refused to be summoned, Xu Guangqi didn't feel much surprised, it was probably the stubborn temper of the reader.

The Song family exhausted their property and gave porridge every day, saving as many as 100,000 people, not to mention not being rewarded, and suffering so much grievance for no reason, it was not good for anyone.

This time, the emperor is afraid that he will learn from Uncle Liu Huang to take care of the thatched house.

Xu Guangqi didn't say anything, walked out of here, and told Chongzhen the news here.

Chongzhen was listening to Wang Chengen's description of the Song family's good deeds over the years, and knew how he had wronged a family of scholars who were loyal to the monarch and patriotic, so he smiled bitterly: "Han Shilang, you should go for a trip." ”

The head of the six departments, Zuo Shilang, left the Imperial Palace and hurriedly went to the private prison in Dongchang, but the result was still the same, Song Yingjing was willing to stay in the private prison.

The servant of the ministry Zuo Lang couldn't help muttering in his heart, eating the pastries of Liufangzhai, drinking the tea of Songjiang Mansion, listening to the Kunqu opera of Su Xiaoxiao's class, and I am willing to stay in the private prison of Dongchang in exchange.

Wherever there is still a private prison in Dongchang that the dead do not want to enter, it is clearly the mansion of the prince's family.

Chongzhen also thought that this was the stubborn temper of a scholar, so he just thought about it, so he satisfied his long-cherished wish to be Zhuge Kongming, and ordered again: "Qi Shilang, you can go for a trip." ”

The right waiter of the Ministry of Rites, who is the most proficient in mud among the six waiters, went to Dongchang Private Prison in a hurry than the previous two, because his ancestral home is in Tongzhou.

As a result, today's Manchu civil and military affairs have opened their eyes.

The dignified Zheng Sanpin squire, the central ministers in the court, went to Dongchang Private Prison one after another, just to invite a small lifter Song Yingjing out of the mountain.

Not to mention anything else, this alone is enough for Song Yingjing to be included in the family tree.

In the end, I still didn't invite it.

Chongzhen didn't have time to smile bitterly, and hurriedly asked the civil and military officials to negotiate a charter, how to invite Song Yingjing out.

As a result, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty began to quarrel again, each holding its own opinion and each having its own methods.

Just when Chongzhen couldn't help but want to be reprimanded, Wang Chengen, who was standing next to him, whispered: "Your Majesty, I remember that Zhu Shun seems to be the master of the two juniors of the Song family, so it is better to ask Zhu Shun." ”

Chongzhen slapped the dragon chair violently, thinking to himself, how could he forget this.

Thinking that his startled actions would damage the majesty of the emperor, he coughed lightly and said expressionlessly: "Chengen, you can run this matter yourself." ”

The companion of the dignified emperor, the eunuch who was the master of ceremonies and eunuchs with great authority, actually went to find Zhu Shun in person, instead of announcing him over.

The civil and military officials had to reassess Zhu Shunjian's degree in the emperor's heart.

As for the party Wang Chengen, he had a thought in his heart.

I've been used to it for a long time.

Wang Chengen didn't sit in a sedan chair, he was proficient in archery and horse riding, rode a Liaodong horse, and rushed to the Jingshi University Hall with more than a dozen eunuchs who were skilled in bows and horses.

At this time.

Zhu Shun was still sitting by the blue brick well, holding a book in his hand, watching quietly.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves outside the door, he didn't look up, and said calmly: "Song Yingjing is the most filial piety." ”

Wang Chengen stopped Liaodong and was just about to get off the horse, when he heard what Zhu Shun said, he didn't say anything polite, and hurriedly took the eunuchs back again.

A stick of incense.

Two sticks of incense.

Three sticks of incense.

Just when the civil and military officials couldn't wait any longer, Wang Chengen finally came back.

Wang Chengen, who was sweating profusely, walked to Chongzhen's side and said in a low voice: "Zhu Shun said that Song Yingjing is the most filial piety. ”

Chongzhen nodded, and immediately said, "Someone ......... coming"

Before the words were finished, Chongzhen Jue himself still went to invite this old lady Song in person, this old man heard that the national disaster was at the head, and he was seventy years old, and he personally led people to transport all the food at home.

It's good to be good, and indiscriminately sent Mrs. Song to prison.

Dongchang Private Prison.

The troupe finished singing, and ran out of the Dongchang private prison in a panic, running faster than a rabbit.

The Song family returned to their respective cells, and the Song family's cells were all comparable to the side rooms of the bureaucratic squire's house, only the upright old lady Song resolutely refused to accept these corrupt things.

Sitting alone in a cold and damp cell, thinking about how to live, it was not that Old Lady Song was greedy for life and afraid of death, but he didn't have the face to go down to see his ancestors.

The Song clan was wiped out at the hands of the old lady Song, not to mention, but also ruined the reputation of the Song family for generations.

Especially unable to face his grandfather, grandfather Song Jing was honest all his life, and he was the most relied on right-hand man of Zhang Juzheng, the first assistant of the cabinet, to assist Zhang Juzheng to continue the national honor for the Ming Dynasty for 50 years.

There is even a record in the history books that 'there is the style of an ancient minister'.

In his own hands, not to mention the loss of children and grandchildren, he still died in the hands of Dongchang Fanzi, who only killed corrupt officials and corrupt officials.

Old lady Song's brown old face was almost in tears, the dim prison was opened, and a person who Old Lady Song couldn't believe walked in.

Great tomorrow.

Chongzhen looked at the dark and damp cell, his heart was full of guilt, the Song family had been locked up here for almost a month, and they couldn't eat or dress well all day long, and they had to suffer a lot.

If you change yourself, you won't go to meet that faint gentleman.

Seeing the old lady Song's white hair, she was about to cry with grief and indignation, Chongzhen quickly took off the dragon group jacket on her body and draped it on the old lady Song.

The plague was too urgent, and before the old lady Song came to his senses, Chongzhen began to explain the cause and effect of it.

The old lady Song's thin fingers tightly held the dragon tuan, and the old tears were all over the place.

The Song family finally shines on the lintel.

At the same time as the old tears were rampant, Old Lady Song still had a ridiculous idea in his heart, how could he not die.

After he dies, he can tell his father and grandfather that his grandson has never insulted the Song family.

He also gave birth to a good son, and the good son gave birth to two good grandsons, and the good grandson worshipped a good gentleman.

Just because of this good gentleman, the Song family, the lintel is glorious.

Chongzhen looked at the old lady Song who was in tears, and he was even more sad, and he didn't have hope for Song Yingjing to come out.

But with the trust in Zhu Shun, and the trust that Zhu Shun has never let down, he still said the radical sentence: "I'm afraid that Song Juren will not go out of the mountain." ”

Old lady Song slapped the ground violently, blew her beard and glared, and said, "He dare!" ”