The excerpt was quickly handed over, and after Lord Song received the letter, he went to the palace overnight. This suggestion of his son is very good, he knows that this letter has taken several days from the provincial capital to the capital, if it goes up from the cabinet first, and then through the resolution of the early dynasty, and finally implements this matter, it is estimated that most of the time will be gone.

In a few days, it will be the time of the autumn harvest, and if things can be settled as soon as possible, then we can take advantage of this time to collect the grain.

Therefore, Lord Song simply went directly to the palace to find the saint, intending to persuade the saint to make a direct decree to finalize this matter.

Inside the palace, at the door of the imperial study, Lord Song was waiting solemnly outside, and a little eunuch had already entered to report.

"Qiqi Sheng, Lord Song entered the palace and said that he had something to report to you, and now he is waiting outside."

The man in bright yellow clothes next to the table in the imperial study raised his head slightly, with a kind face, if it weren't for the five-clawed dragon robe on his body, I am afraid that no one would think that he was the emperor who dominated the entire Great Liang Kingdom, Zhao Zongming.

"Oh? Song Qing? Let him in. ”

"Yes!" The little eunuch retreated, and after a while, Song San's father walked in.

"Wechen has seen the saint."

"Song Qing doesn't have to be polite, get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhao Zongming put down the pen in his hand and beckoned to Song San's father.

"Song Qing, come and take a look, how about this red plum picture of mine?"

"The minister is a big old man, and he doesn't understand these paintings and calligraphy, but I'm afraid that if I don't speak well, I will make a joke about the saint." Compared with Emperor Liang's relaxation, Song San's father had always been very restrained, and at this moment he only took two steps forward, lowered his head to an appropriate degree, and looked at the painting.

Zhao Zongming sometimes appreciates Song San's father's respectful temperament and sometimes doesn't like it very much, this person is too one-sided, which makes others uncomfortable. Now it's not the last dynasty, even if he is an emperor, he needs to relax, and in this palace, there is no need to be like this.

"Song Qing, you say it casually, I won't cure your crimes, if you say it well, I should do something for you, how about it?"

Hearing this, Song San's father immediately came to his senses. Jun has no jokes, if the saint says so, then he will definitely do it, then he can get the saint to agree to the matter that his son plays, and he doesn't have to bother to persuade him.

Therefore, Song San's father took off that restraint and began to take a serious look.

"This red plum is good, but there are some flaws."

As soon as the words fell, the chief eunuch beside Zhao Zongming stared at Song San's father as if he had taken the wrong medicine, and said in his heart that this Lord Song was really looking for death. Nowadays, the saint loves to paint plums, and no one dares to say in front of the saints that his paintings are not good, not to mention that they are extremely praised, but the necessary flattery is necessary.

This Lord Song is good, you said that you don't flatter or flatter, and you also picked out the mistake, isn't that rushing to make the saint lose his temper and cure your sin.

The chief eunuch shook his head slightly, thinking that even if the Holy Lord would not condemn Song San's father, he would reject the purpose of his coming tonight.

However, he didn't expect Zhao Zongming's eyes to suddenly become excited after listening to Song San's father's words.

"Song Qing, you go on!"

Song San's father breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, how could he not know that he had just escaped a catastrophe, but there are always some things that have to be gambled.

The saint likes to paint plums, especially this red plum, and he also likes to be evaluated, but whether it is them, the ministers, the concubines and Zhaoyi in the palace, everyone's evaluation of the saint is not very satisfied.

Those people are not extremely flattering to the saint, which he can't compare. Since the Holy One is not satisfied, then no matter how much he praises, the Holy One will still not be satisfied. That's why he took a gamble to see if it would be in line with the saint's intentions to find a mistake.

Sure enough, he was right.

At this time, a breeze hit, and Lord Song only felt that his vest was cold. Just now, his back was densely covered with beads of sweat, which were all scared.

"The plum bones of this red plum are excellent and quite stylish, and the problem lies in this plum blossom."

"The problem is with Meihua." Zhao Zongming repeated this, and his eyes suddenly became distant.

"Tell me what's wrong with this plum blossom."

Song San's father suddenly stepped back and knelt down.

"Holy Lord, the ministers dare not say this."

"Speak, I forgive you for your innocence."

"This ......"

Seeing that Song San's father was still hesitating, Zhao Zongming glanced at him deeply and said, "Song Qing, I have known you for many years. Your Song family, since your father's generation, has been serving me, and then you and your son, is it difficult for me to ask for your life for two or three sentences. ”

After speaking, Zhao Zongming glanced at the chief eunuch behind him, and Chief Wang suddenly understood and retreated from the side.

"Song Qing, now there are just you and me in this imperial study, if you have anything to say, it doesn't matter."

"Back to the saint, the problem with the red plum is that it blooms too brightly, and all the plums are too showy, but the main one is covered up." After speaking, Song San's father kowtowed suddenly, "Please forgive the Holy One!" ”

"Huh! Even you can see it, my sons. Stand up, I said that you are not guilty, and you have no jokes. ”

Song San's father made another big gift: "Thank the emperor." ”

"Song Qing, which of my sons do you think is good?"

Song San's father just got up, and when he heard Zhao Zongming's words again, he was so frightened that he almost knelt down immediately, but Zhao Zongming supported him with his own hands.

"No more salutation, just say it."

"Any son of the Holy One is good."

"Oh? Song Qing, are you perfunctory? ”

"The minister didn't dare, the minister just told the truth. All the princes in the Holy Heaven are good, and they all say that the tiger father has no dog son, and each of them is excellent. However, there is only one orthodoxy, and everyone is not convinced by others, and this is the problem. ”

"Alas! In the entire court, you are the only one who can talk to me about this. They are all excellent, but I am entangled, and I don't know who this position in the East Palace should be given to anyone. Song Qing, you and I are here today, you tell me who has the highest reputation in this government and the opposition. ”

"Holy Lord, do you really want Weichen to say this? If Weichen said it today, he was afraid that he would die violently at home tomorrow, would you really bear it? ”

"You, you! If it was someone else, maybe the third prince would have been recruited a long time ago, after all, there are many people in this court who want him to become the East Palace. ”

"Holy."

"Do you really know anything? He has met a lot of people in private, but he is afraid that there are so many promises to give. ”

Song San's father was silent, tonight he came to the Holy Lord to discuss the matter of collecting grain, but he didn't expect it to be involved. The matter of establishing a reserve is very important, and if you say the wrong thing, you are afraid that you will lose your life.

"Song Qing, do you know why I haven't established a reserve for so many years."

Song San's father was still silent and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Zhao Zongming had long known that he would react like this, and even if Song San's father didn't come to him today, he would find Song San's father in the past two days. There are some things that can't be delayed, and in the entire government and the opposition, the person he trusts the most is Song San's father, and everyone else has too many hearts.

"I and the queen's flesh and blood, Li'er, the son I care about the most. It's a pity that when he was born, his mother left him and left the West. I handed him over to the Queen Mother to raise, originally I planned to raise him personally, but during that time, Song Qing, you also know that the situation in the Great Liang Kingdom was critical, and I was busy with national affairs every day, so I really couldn't spare time, and I was afraid that I would ignore the child.

I originally planned to let the Queen Mother raise him to adulthood, and I made him the crown prince. He was born in the middle palace, and he should have inherited the unification, which is also justified.

But I didn't expect that the Queen Mother would have an accident, and he was almost killed. Those people are too bold to dare to do it in the palace!

Although I finally pulled out the person and removed the tumor. But I knew that as long as I valued him for one day, he would be in more danger as a motherless child. In desperation, I had no choice but to give him to the care of Jia Concubine in the name of killing his grandmother.

Jia Concubine has no children and does not compete for favor, she is peaceful, and she treats him like a parent. When those people saw that I was no longer interested in this son, and gave an unfavored concubine like Jia Concubine, they stopped thinking about him.

Pity my sister-in-law, who should fall into such a field! ”

"Holy!" Song San's father finally spoke, he already understood what the emperor meant, he wanted him to try his best to protect the second prince and push him to the position of the East Palace.

"Song Qing, I know that this matter is not easy to handle. But you are the only person I trust, and you are the secretary of the military department, and you control most of my soldiers and horses, especially the soldiers on the border pass, which have always been under the jurisdiction of your Song family. If I ask anyone who has this ability, I can only think of you. ”

"The saint is loved, and the minister will never give up!"

"With your words, I am relieved. Don't talk about tonight's events first, I will do something to help me from the side, you don't need to panic, you must know that I will always stand on the same front with you and have the same purpose. ”

"Wechen knows, no matter what you do, Wechen only remembers what you said tonight."

"Good!" Zhao Zongming put his mind at ease, even if he is an emperor, he has many difficult things, in this world, no one will live a smooth life for the rest of his life.

"By the way, what did you come to me for tonight?" After entrusting the matter, Zhao Zongming asked about Song San's father's intentions.

Song San's father quickly took out a letter and folded it, lowered his head, raised his hands, and handed it to Zhao Zongming.

"Holy Lord, please see."

Zhao Zongming took it and glanced at it quickly, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but appreciate it greatly.

"That's a good idea, your son came up with it? Sure enough, it's a pillar of talent, I didn't misunderstand your father and son. ”