After the guard finished speaking, he put his five fingers together and slashed at the back of Qi Xiangning's neck.

Qi Xiangning fainted, the man stretched out his hand to help, and asked, "Your Majesty ......"

"Take it down!"

The emperor frowned, as if he was impatient.

With a hard sigh of relief, he sat down again.

His eyes swept into the house, and then he saw Song Qingyuan and several people who were crowded at the door.

Stretching out his hand, he said, "Who is this?" ”

"The courtiers have seen the emperor, long live the emperor! Banzai! Hooray! ”

Song Qingyuan took a step forward and saluted respectfully, his voice neither humble nor overbearing.

There was a trace of sadness in the corners of his eyes, but there was no sense of guilt in being caught.

"Song Qingyuan......" The emperor murmured softly, as if recalling.

"It's your own peasant girl."

Xiao Jingduo reminded on the side.

When it comes to the word pro-seal, the voice is accentuated.

Only then did the emperor suddenly come to his senses, looked at Song Qingyuan again, and said loudly, "It turned out to be you ...... girl."

"Do you know where this is?"

The emperor asked knowingly, as if he had the intention of asking the teacher to ask for sin.

Song Qingyuan's eyes were clear, and he was even a little indignant.

I just listened to her, "Singing and dancing, full!" Eye! Uncultivated! Tang Dynasty! ”

"This is a ridiculous place in the hearts of the courtiers!"

Song Qingyuan accentuated his voice, showing his contempt for this place, Chiguoguo's eyes.

"Why did you come, knowing it's ridiculous?"

"Do you know that a woman entering the Qinglou is not in accordance with the etiquette and teachings?"

The emperor's face did not soften because of Song Qingyuan's words, but became more serious.

"The courtiers know!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

"This place is indecent, not a place for women to come."

"But if the courtiers don't come, how can they feel the drunken fans here and hear the sound of beauty."

"Looking at the children of high-ranking officials, drunk and dreaming of death in the gentle township."

Song Qingyuan said, and the afterglow swept over Mu Zhuoxi.

Secretly, I can't help but be sorry for Mu Xiaohou.

If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed.

In order to protect yourself, you can only step on you.

Song Qingyuan raised his head suddenly, and a tear crossed the corner of his eye, but it was completely different from the tears shed by Qi Xiangning.

If Qi Xiangning's tears are sad, Song Qingyuan's tears are pity.

Between one sorrow and one pity, the world is different.

Qi Xiang mourns because she is a princess.

It's a relationship that ended before it began.

Song Qingyuan is pitiful, but it is the toiling public.

It is the people who are still living in suffering, and it is the feeling of compassion for the heavens.

This is the biggest difference between her and Qi Xiangning.

"Seeing the singing and dancing here, the courtiers thought of the soldiers who fought bloodily at the border pass."

"Seeing the cup and changing the lamp here, the fresh clothes scolded angrily, but what the courtiers thought of was mourning all over the field."

"Seeing the silver tickets slipping from the sky......"

Song Qingyuan's voice was tinged with desolation, and he seemed to mock as if sarcastically, "It's really a waste of money!" ”

"But the courtier's daughter once remembered that when the south was flooded, hundreds of thousands of victims were homeless, and the city gates were closed wherever they passed,"

"They are desperate, they are helpless, they call the heavens and the heavens unforgiving, and the earth and the earth are not spiritual."

"The folk girl saw with her own eyes that a mother cut off the flesh of her body to serve as food for her child in order to keep her child alive."

"There are even parents who intercept horse-drawn carriages outside the city and send their children to be cattle and horses."

"They don't want clothes, they don't want to eat, they don't want to wear, they just want to send their children to be slaves, so that they can fight for a way to live."

"That scene, the past incidents, are imprinted in the hearts of the courtiers, and they cannot be dissipated for a long time."

Song Qingyuan raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

His eyes seemed to sweep towards Mu Zhuoxi inadvertently, and he quickly turned his head.

Said seriously, "Tens of thousands of taels of silver hold an oiran, just for the Pomeranian to smile." ”

"This kind of handwriting shocked the courtiers, it is really a nest of gold!"

Speaking of this, Song Qingyuan shook his head.

"The world of the rich is unimaginable to the poor!"

"But the courtiers know that it only costs a few thousand taels of silver to build a Fuze Village."

"Hundreds of households, thousands of people."

"He~he~"

Song Qingyuan smiled miserably.

"What a sad thing it is to reach several Fukuzawa villages and the lives of tens of thousands of people in one night of Oiran!"

"The courtiers mourn for the people who are suffering and have no clothes."

"Mourn for the soldiers who sacrificed their lives and fought bloody battles on the frontier."

"For the waste of sleep and forgetting to eat, for the Great Qi, for the people, the Qing officials who have done their best are sad."

Song Qingyuan's voice choked.

"The courtiers are thinking, at the beginning of people, nature is good."

"If everyone can maintain the original trace of kindness, then I am united, why not be afraid of natural disasters**."

"Why worry about not being prosperous and strong, and prosperous forever."

Sonorous words, impassioned statements.

There was silence in the box for a while, and the pins could be heard, and they all bowed their heads and fell into contemplation.

Only an old man glanced up at Song Qingyuan.

He also bowed slightly to Song Qingyuan, and a look of approval flashed in his eyes.

Who is this person, Song Qingyuan wondered in his heart.

I saw the old man, who arched his hand to the emperor and said, "The minister thinks that what Song Nongnu said is very true." ”

"The court official**, the noble, the son of the clan is content with pleasure and does not know the suffering of the people."

"In the long run, it will encourage extravagance, which will be detrimental to the country and the people, and will hinder our national affairs."

"Your Majesty!"

The old man took off his clothes and knelt on the ground.

"The old minister requests that all brothels and gambling houses in Daqi be closed to put an end to such bad practices."

"At the same time, the opening of the academy will be increased, and the people will be educated with the way of culture and education."

Hearing this, the emperor got up, helped the old man, and said at the same time, "Taifu, please get up quickly!" ”

"Taifu is the emperor, my loyalty to me, and my worries about the court, I know it in my heart."

"Just ......"

The emperor frowned and fell into deep thought.

looked at the other old man standing with his hands down, "What does Liang Aiqing think?" ”

Song Qingyuan heard the sound and looked at it, it turned out that this person was Liang Kuan, the head of the cabinet of the dynasty, Lord Shoufu.

And the other old man who smiled at her was Emperor Master Qiao.

At the same time, he is also the queen's father and Qiao Yu's grandfather.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Qiao was like this...... Song Qingyuan thought secretly.

Serious, old-fashioned, literati festival.

These are not words of praise.

But Song Qingyuan knew that such an emperor who dared to speak and spoke was not afraid of offending the nobles.

Even if it is a little stereotyped, it is still worthy of respect.

So what kind of temperament and political stance does Liang Shoufu have?

Song Qingyuan listened attentively.

I saw Liang Shoufu bend down slightly and said respectfully, "The emperor is far-sighted, and the policy he comes out of must be for the benefit of the country and the people, and the ministers have no opinions." ”

A sycophant is patted down, and the end is sleek.

Song Qingyuan unexpectedly thought of the Ming Dynasty, who was nicknamed the tumbler, the first minister.

I don't know if this Liang Shoufu is also a ......

Tumbler!

After listening to Liang Shoufu's words, the emperor was not very satisfied, and frowned.

But it seemed to be commonplace, so I stopped asking.

and put his eyes back on Song Qingyuan......