The next afternoon.

The passenger ship arrived in Yangzhou.

Anyway, there was enough time, and there was no need to hurry too much, so Song Che and they stayed at the Fuman Inn that night.

Now, the plague has subsided, the emperor's mourning period has passed, and the people are as brilliant and prosperous as summer flowers blooming.

In fact, it is not bad to live in Yangzhou.

Don't say anything else, just go to the restaurant without spending money, it is very comfortable, especially Yun Niang's craftsmanship, which can be called a must in Yangzhou.

Fuman Inn has invited Yun Niang to take charge of the spoon, and it is also full of friends every day, and every day it is making money.

After dinner, Song Che asked his uncle Shen Fang to excuse himself by saying that Yangzhou had made a new batch of rouge, and took Shen Wenjun and Qin Ruo to buy it, and by the way, they would consume their food after dinner.

He stayed at the inn with Lin Yue.

"You southerners just have a lot of rules, you can sleep together, you have to be sneaky, like a thief."

Lin Yue slipped into the guest room, and as soon as he finished speaking, he untied his clothes, stripped himself naked, got into the quilt, and greeted with an excited face:

"Song Daguan, come, be happy!"

Song Che shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up the plackets scattered all over the place, threw them back on the bed and said, "Quickly put on your clothes, the reason why I separated them is to take you to meet some people alone." ”

Lin Yue was stunned, "Which people?" ”

Song Che said: "You have always been thinking about the person you care about the most."

Lin Yue also seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly dressed up.

The two of them came to a private room.

Song Che knocked on the door.

"Whew-"

The door was open, and Liao Heng was greeted by him.

When he saw Song Che, Liao Heng had a straight face, as if he owed him a lot of money.

Song Che smiled and glanced at the private room behind Liao Heng, a young woman and a young girl, although they were wearing cloth clothes, they could not hide their rich and noble temperament.

"Princess, county lord!"

"Aunt Lin!"

It's them.

Reunited after a long absence, embraced each other warmly.

Song Che was standing outside the door, and there was no reason to go in and mingle.

He fully believed that the princess could understand why he did this, but after all, King Anyang died indirectly in his hands, and no matter how sober the world was, there would be no room for hatred.

Liao Heng walked out of the private room, closed the door, and pulled Song Che to walk downstairs quickly.

When there was no one in the backyard, he let go of Song Che's hand and reproached: "You guy, why did you send them to me?" ”

Song Che smiled and said softly: "There is a saying that 'delicious dumplings are not good, and fun is not sister-in-law', the princess is so beautiful, she is about the same age as you, and as Zhao Xin's younger brother, what is wrong with accepting them, and you have picked up a daughter for nothing." ”

"You!"

Liao Heng pointed at Song Che and was speechless for a while, blushing and not thinking of words.

"Okay, the person who can take them in, I thought about it for a while, and it's only you."

Song Che looked at Liao Heng and said softly, "King Rui, Zhao Heng." ”

"My name is Liao Heng, not Zhao Heng."

"If you come less, you can only deceive Brother Jiang, how can you deceive me who is so smart?"

"But in fact, the surname Zhao is just a later surname, and my mother's surname is Liao."

"Got a story?"

"Of course there are stories."

So far, he has nothing to hide.

Originally:

Liao Heng's mother is a native of Yangzhou, one year the emperor traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, and saw that her mother was born beautifully, so he was fortunate to her.

Just like the Xia Yuhe on the "shore of Daming Lake", after the emperor finished playing, he lifted his pants, patted his butt and left.

When Liao Heng was fourteen years old, he learned from his critically ill mother that he was originally the bloodline of the Zhao family.

So he took his mother's ashes and tokens to the capital to find his biological father.

The emperor was ashamed, not only restored the surname Liao Heng Zhao, but also gave him the title of prince, so there was the later King Rui.

The illegitimate children of large families have no high status, let alone in the palace.

Although Liao Heng is the prince, he only has a title, so that he doesn't even have a decent mansion, and his sense of presence is the lowest among the princes.

Later, he studied hard and was admitted to the Jinshi, but because he had no relationship in the DPRK and China, and was not a first-class champion, he was idle at home for two years before he was arranged to be the chief bookkeeper in Yangzhou.

From Liao Heng's tone of telling about his life experience, it is not difficult to hear that he does not have much affection for the Zhao royal family, and even has some faint hatred.

"What's the use of flowing royal blood, if there is no biological mother to support you in the harem, if you don't have a minister to rely on in the court, there is no difference between it and a lost dog."

Liao Heng was really disdainful.

"Hahaha......"

Song Che laughed.

"You think I'm ridiculous, don't you?"

"No, no, no, I think you have hatred in your heart, but it's not that you hate the emperor, but you hate your own background, and you hate that your heart is higher than the sky but your life is thinner than paper."

"You know me."

Liao Heng paced the courtyard, looked up to the sky and sighed: "If I can have a land and a background, why should I hide in a corner of Yangzhou?" ”

He looked at Song Che, his eyes were so urgent and hot: "When my mother was buried, there was not even a mausoleum, and there was never a seat for me at the palace banquet, I do have ambitions, I want to be the emperor, but not for power, but for myself!" ”

Song Che pursed his lips, "I can't help you with this favor." ”

"I'm just whining."

"If your complaint is heard by outsiders and spread, you will lose your head."

"You're not an outsider."

Liao Heng flicked his sleeves and grabbed Song Che again: "That's it, don't mention your troubles, go drink with Lao Tzu." ”

"I'm going to leave Jiangning tomorrow, so I won't drink tonight," Song Che put aside Liao Heng's hand and said with a smile:

"But I have eight words to give you, but it's a thousand words."

"How?"

"Bend down and keep your word, and wait for the time."

"What do you mean?"

"Actually, I don't really understand what it means, this is the story I saw from a book, the protagonist is called Liu Bei, originally a descendant of the royal family, after the middle of the road, weaving mats and selling shoes for a living, at the age of forty-eight is still upside down, but he has been defeated repeatedly, repeatedly defeated, but never gave up, stooped to keep his life, has been waiting for the sky, and finally became the emperor at the age of sixty."

"Is there really such a person in the world?"

"This is just one of them, there is also a more powerful one called 'Zhu Yuanzhang', who started a bowl and worked as a monk in order to make a living, but he was unwilling to fate, took advantage of the troubled times to revolt, fought in all directions, crisscrossed the four seas, and finally settled the world, ascended the throne, and established a great unified dynasty."

Speaking of which,

Song Che patted Liao Heng on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Your starting point is higher than the protagonists of these stories, don't dislike your surname Zhao, your bloodline is very important, including,"

He pointed to the shadow of the window in the private room: "They are also very important, so you have to take good care of them, bend down and keep their orders, and wait for the time." When the time comes, something important will play a decisive role. ”

Liao Heng pursed his lips and thought about it, before he guessed the meaning of his words, and when he looked up, Song Che had already walked far, far away.

Song Che waved his hand high and said loudly:

"If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish? Come on, Brother Liao, I'm very optimistic about you! ”