Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

Chapter 146

The lights in Shangshu's mansion were dim, and the candles flickered, flickering on and off on the face of the person sitting in the chief seat, but they couldn't illuminate his expression.

A young man in a long robe with hair tied stood in front of the chief seat, bowed to him, and said respectfully: "I have arranged the funeral according to my father's wishes, and I ask my father to finalize the final procedures with the funeral master tomorrow. "

Song Yuxiu narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly: "Go down."

The young man saluted again, then slowly took up his sleeve robe, turned around and walked out the door.

Just as his back disappeared, a sharp voice sounded from the side: "It's quite inappropriate for you to do this."

Song Yuxiu looked sideways at the shadow, and his eyes fell on the round man, and he sneered: "What's your opinion, my lord?"

The man heard Song Yuxiu calling himself "Master", so he knew he was angry, but he still insisted on his own opinion: "The current situation is special, you are so high-profile and extravagant, you may not know what the consequences will be, even if you are not for yourself Considering the name and integrity, also, but also for..."

"Famous Festival?"

Song Yuxiu smiled strangely: "Is fame useful to me?"

The man seemed to be choked by him, and he lost the interest to speak out the long speech he had prepared in his heart, so he just snorted coldly.

Famous Festival...

Song Yuxiu caressed the wrench on his finger, and there was some sarcasm in his voice: "It makes me feel funny to say these two words from your mouth. You are in a higher position than me, earn a lot of money, and when you lynch prisoners Why don't you think about your own fame?"

The candlelight flicked, and sparks exploded with a "crack", instantly illuminating the face of the person on the other side.

It was a round and fat face, with a pair of small eyes squeezed into two slits by the fat, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and slowly rubbing the beads made of sandalwood.

If there are palace people here, they will definitely recognize him as the famous eunuch Fu Yuze who is famous for his domineering.

"You have always been like this, disregarding the great cause, and doing things according to your own preferences..." Fu Yuze said in his shrill voice, "If something goes wrong, the mother will blame me, how can I make it up for you?" lie?"

"You lied for me?"

Song Yuxiu sneered: "Of course you can stand on the side of the imperial concubine and boss me around, and it is not your mother who died on the left. I have held three funerals for my mother, so what does it have to do with you?"

"What does it have to do with me? You and I are half-brothers, what if something goes wrong and I get hurt?"

Fu Yuze's eyes widened in anger at his call, and after a long while of shortness of breath, he finally sank his face, put the Buddhist beads into his arms, and got up angrily: "You will see me then."

"Emperor Hong Wen was seriously ill, and the prime minister was banned from the mansion..." Song Yuxiu said in a low voice, "I don't know what to worry about. My mother has been homeless for half her life, and died of illness before enjoying any blessings. I will make a good fortune for her. What's wrong with your funeral?"

But Fu Yuze didn't speak any more, only sneered eccentrically, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Song Yuxiu's eyes were cloudy and cloudy, and after a while, he knocked a porcelain cup on the table to the ground, making a crisp "crack".

The people waiting outside heard that the noise in the house had almost disappeared, so they walked in in fear, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him: "Master, the carriage is ready, just now someone said that it was Emperor Hongwen who invited you to the palace." Take a trip."

Song Yuze paused while rubbing his fingers, his voice was gloomy: "Who sent the news?"

"It's a servant."

The servant paused and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's about Emperor Hong Wen."

He probably knew what his master was doing, and also knew that if his master gained power, his subordinates would also ascend to heaven together, so he boldly added the latter sentence.

Song Yuxiu's dark eyes lingered on him for a while, then continued: "Is Siyi okay?"

The servant said respectfully: "Miss has already rested in the room, master don't worry."

"Look at her carefully..." Song Yuxiu said coldly, "A few months ago, I tried to climb out of the courtyard wall to meet the prime minister. Her leg should have been broken then."

The servant shuddered and responded, but a layer of cold sweat suddenly covered his forehead.

Song Yuxiu took one last look at him, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his lips: "I know what you're thinking in your heart, restrain yourself a little, and do your job well, and your benefits will be indispensable."

The servant kowtowed to him again, not daring to say more wisely, but heard his moody master change the subject: "Have you prepared everything for the funeral?"

"It's all ready..." The servant replied, "The first time, the second time, and the third time are all ready."

"Very good……"

Song Yuxiu snorted and said, "Isn't that inappropriate? I just want to do it, and hold three funerals for him, so that the whole world will know that although my mother didn't have a good life, there is always someone who remembers him." Good son."

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The servants in the palace walked in a hurry, their faces were gloomy, and they didn't even have the interest to slack off and gossip as usual, and they just wanted to leave this place that seemed to be eating people as soon as possible.

Emperor Hongwen sat in front of the table with a pale face, beside the pitiful Concubine Xuan with red eyes.

Half of the respectable people in the court came, and they all knelt silently in front of Hong Wendi.

Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment took the lead and said: "I heard from the imperial physician that Your Majesty's dragon body is still not in good health today."

Emperor Hongwen covered his lips and coughed twice, his voice was hoarse, and he avoided talking about his physical condition: "It's late at night, do you have something important to do?"

"The ministers think that while His Majesty is still awake, it is better to issue the will first. The previous dynasty is not without examples of rebellious parties taking advantage of the monarch's serious illness to make trouble..."

Song Yuxiu followed the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment and said, "The situation in the capital is currently in turmoil, and the foreign enemies are strong. Dayan cannot be left alone for a day. I implore Your Majesty to think twice."

As he spoke, he bent down and kowtowed loyally, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Emperor Hongwen was cowardly by nature, and now Concubine Xuan was favored in the harem, and the other powerful concubines in the family were neglected for a long time, and even the aristocratic families standing behind them began to wonder whether it was right to continue to support Emperor Hongwen.

This is what they want.

All the people betrayed their relatives and were indulging in luxury and money all day long.Even though the common people are still kept in the dark, there are already quite a few criticisms in the court.

Emperor Hongwen's face seemed to turn pale again, he slammed the table, and said in a deep voice: "Presumptuous, I'm not in bed with the sick, I can still walk and move, do you dare to ask me to draw up a will?"

Song Yuxiu's complexion did not change, he only regarded him as dying.

It is clear that his body is getting worse day by day, but he is still greedy for this chair and will not give up his seat. It seems that this emperor is just like an ordinary person.

They are all afraid of death, afraid of losing money and rights, otherwise they will disappear from everyone, and they will no longer have the previous preferential treatment and good life.

The more Song Yuxiu thought about it, the more amusing he became.

Just because Emperor Hongwen was reincarnated as an emperor, he could hold a birthday banquet when he was alive and hold a national funeral when he died.

And I have been poor for more than ten years, taking my mother to make a living, lighting up the lamp to study at night, just to seek a good future, so that my mother will no longer worry about looking at the empty rice vat——

If Fu Yuze hadn't happened to be on the line of Concubine Xuan, he didn't know how long he would have to do nothing at the bottom, and it would not even be possible to give his mother a beautiful funeral like this now.

"Song Aiqing..."

Song Yuxiu came back to his senses, and responded unhurriedly: "The minister is here..."

"I don't want to hear you talk about this matter in the future..." Hong Wendi's voice was faintly angry, "If I hear it again, you don't need to be a minister."

Of course you don't have to.

As long as he helps Concubine Xuan Gui complete his great cause, he will be the founding father of the country, the elder of the court, and maybe he can be a prime minister.

As for Jiang Yi?

Song Yuxiu couldn't help but sneered in his heart.

That person claimed to be bright and beautiful, but he was old-fashioned and didn't know how to adapt. He refused their invitation without knowing what to do, and he deserved to die with Emperor Hongwen.

The purpose of the group of them coming tonight was to persuade Emperor Hongwen to make a will early, but if Emperor Hongwen was unwilling, they also had a lot of ways to make the crown prince the concubine Xuangui's birth son.

The few people looked at each other secretly, knowing that it was not the time to tear their face apart, so they accepted it: "Since His Majesty has made up his mind, I can't continue to bother you, so I will leave first."

Emperor Hong Wen didn't have the strength to deal with them, he waved his hand to ask them to leave, and said: "Xuan'er, you go with them."

Concubine Xuan Gui had been making a pretty vase beside her, when she suddenly heard Emperor Hong Wen calling her, she was startled for a moment, then hesitated and said: "Concubine..."

"I want to stay by myself for a while..." Emperor Hong Wen coughed uncontrollably, "Go back and rest, I will accompany you in a while."

Concubine Xuan Gui bit her lips, with tears in her eyes, she seemed to want to say something, but after looking at the courtiers with uncertain expressions, she finally swallowed her words.

She lifted her skirt and got up, and went out of the imperial study together with Song Yuxiu and others, leaving the room silent.

The "Emperor Hong Wen", who was sitting behind the table with a tired look, suddenly lost his previous weak and angry look, stood up respectfully and opened the door of the bookcase.

The cabinet with countless books was actually just a decoration, there was a dark room inside, and one could clearly hear what the people in the royal study outside were talking about.

And in this dark room sat a person who looked exactly like "Emperor Hong Wen".

"Emperor Hongwen" bowed to the people in the dark room: "Your Majesty..."

"Calm down, you have worked hard these days..." Emperor Hong Wen said, "If I survive this calamity, I will definitely remember your contribution."

The fake emperor quickly said: "Sharing His Majesty's worries is what the grassroots should do."

Emperor Hong Wen didn't speak to him again, and turned to look at the person sitting beside him: "Have Jiang Aiqing thought about what they said?"

Jiang Yi was squinting at the fake emperor, thinking that Emperor Hongwen was not too stupid, knowing that someone had poisoned him, so he got a substitute.In this way, he will be much safer, and he will be able to last until he arranges the affairs of Longxi and returns to Yandu.

"I thought they would take action within seven days at the most..." Jiang Yi said softly, "It will be fine when we get over it. Only then will those people not be able to stay, and the nine clans will be executed together."

He was exhausted in Yuzhou and Longxi, and even Pei Xiangyun almost lost his life, not because these moths colluded with outsiders to destroy Dayan Jiangshan.

The look in Jiang Yi's eyes became colder: "It's just that your Majesty has to be ruthless in dealing with Concubine Xuan. I also said earlier that she is related to the fine work I caught in Longxi, and I must not be soft-hearted."

Emperor Hongwen was silent for a while, then sighed: "I understand..."

A sobbing sound sounded from the side, and the fake Emperor Hongwen realized that there was a third person in the dark room.

"Your Majesty is guilty, please forgive me..." The female voice said with tears, "I don't want to be a traitor to my ministers, and I have no intention of rebelling against you. I beg your Majesty to learn from you!"

Jiang Yi glanced at her, and said slowly: "Song Shangshu's death penalty is inevitable, but his daughter woke up in time. If she hadn't collected information for my minister in Yandu, I wouldn't have been able to grasp the actions of these rebels in Longxi." move."

Emperor Hong Wen didn't say any more, he just said: "Jiang Aiqing's complexion is not good, presumably it's because she's been too tired these days, go and rest as soon as possible."

Jiang Yi looked at Emperor Hong Wen with deep meaning: "I dare to talk too much."

"If this crisis can be passed safely, I hope His Majesty will work hard in the future, and don't let the common people feel cold and the courtiers disappointed."

The author says:

A day when Gouzi is temporarily offline——

In view of the fact that the main text may end next week, let’s ask what extra episodes you want to watch (Qianqian is lazy.jpg)