Please, let me be a fool

Chapter 22 That was his lost youth

Early in the morning, the sun rises.

Song House located in the east of the capital city.

The servants got up early and started a busy day.

But Song Gongwen happened to be taking a rest that day, so he didn't go to Dali Temple to meet Mao.

"Ma'am, where is Hong Zhi?" Song Gongwen, who had just finished his meal, immediately asked his wife, Song Wang, because he did not see his son.

"I didn't see anyone early in the morning." Mrs. Song sighed, and said: "Ever since I came back from seeing his sister from the palace that day, for some reason, Hongzhi has been muttering that he will work hard to learn martial arts and join the army. Now I don’t know what to do anymore.”

"This unsatisfactory thing, he doesn't study hard, he only wants to cause trouble outside, it seems that the old man won't break his legs when he comes back!"

When Song Gongwen heard the words, his eyes widened, and he immediately became angry, his face was full of anger.

But soon, the anger was vented and turned into a sigh.

Although it is common for scholars to practice martial arts in the Great Wei Dynasty.

But his Song family is a scholarly family, so it should be mainly based on studying and obtaining merit.

Just like myself, when I was young, I had a brilliant literary talent and was a top three Jinshi.

But this son did not inherit the genes of the Song family at all, not to mention his poor grades in the academy, and he also likes to hang out outside. Even the teacher who invited him home made more than a dozen angry.

He also frequently used his lack of talent to study as an excuse, saying that he should join the army, command thousands of troops on the battlefield, and make contributions to the country.

On the other hand, my daughter is extremely intelligent, gentle and obedient, knowledgeable and reasonable since she was a child, and she has been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since she was a child.

So sometimes Song Gongwen couldn't help but wonder if this son was his own.

Now he only hopes that the other party will not cause any heinous troubles.

After all, the daughter is already the queen of the dynasty, and her mother is in the world.

How much more can I ask for?
As for his son learning martial arts and joining the army, he didn't take it seriously at all.

What kind of merit can a stunned young man who came from a scholarly family and had no military training make a difference?

"By the way, master, when Hongzhi went to the palace last time, he told his daughter that you were going to resign, but do you want to reconsider this matter?" At this time, Mrs. Song seemed to remember something and asked.

"Don't think about it. I'm really not good at judging cases. This Dali Temple Shaoqing has been working for more than ten years, and the scolding is getting more and more."

"And the higher-ups didn't intend to transfer me. It's better to quit and live a peaceful life at home."

Song Gongwen shook his head, he had made up his mind, and he didn't want to do it anymore.

"Alright." Mrs. Song nodded and did not continue to persuade.

There is no way, although the Shaoqing of Dali Temple is an official with real power.

But in the capital.

There are a lot of such characters in one shot.

In addition, my master is really incompetent. After working for so many years, there is no improvement.

Also, because of the frequent mistakes in judgments, the entire Song family's servants would be criticized when they went out to buy vegetables.

Mrs. Song also felt that it would be good to resign from the official position, at least there is still a daughter in the palace to help, and the future will not be bad.

"Okay, Ma'am, go get busy. I'm going back to the study to practice calligraphy. Call me again during lunch."

After finishing speaking, Song Gongwen walked straight to the study with his hands behind his back.

Mrs. Song is not surprised by this.

My husband was like this when he was young, and he liked to practice calligraphy in the study.

Especially in recent years, after being frustrated in the officialdom, he got stuck in it almost every day.

Although she didn't look promising, Mrs. Song was still very satisfied. She was not like other officials, who either asked for flowers or listened to music after they were paid.

After Song Gongwen came to the study, he practiced calligraphy for a while, but he always felt that he could not calm down.

Immediately, he crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it on the ground, while he slumped on the chair.

He knew, if nothing else.

My daughter will ask His Majesty to speak about her resignation in the next two days, and His Majesty will definitely agree to it.

After all, I have served as the young minister of Dali Temple for many years, but I have not had a single achievement.

Coupled with the criticism of colleagues, the sporadic scolding among the people.

It is perfectly normal for His Majesty to accept his resignation.

but.

Song Gongwen was not happy.

Because he didn't really want to resign.

It's just that in the past few years, I have become disheartened about my official career.

Thinking of this, Song Gongwen couldn't help turning his head to look at the motto he wrote when he was young and frivolous.

I saw that the words in the picture were bold and unrestrained, wanton and flamboyant, with a great charm. There were eight words: Dedicate yourself to yourselves, and die only after death!
That year, he had just won the Jinshi and was named on the gold list, and he only felt that the world was in his hands.

In that year, he was so ambitious that he wanted to do his best for the country and benefit thousands of people.

In that year, he was admitted to the Imperial Academy, and his excellent articles were praised by countless Qingliu officials, and he had a bright future.

Even at that time, Song Gongwen had already determined to write a book that could help the great Wei and change the lives of the people.

But it was also in that year that because of his youthful vigor, he secretly offended many people and began to be suppressed.

It was also that year that he was transferred from the Hanlin Academy by the first emperor, and he has been living in Dali Temple for decades.

It was also that year, because he was not good at judging the case, which caused criticism from his colleagues, and the scolding gradually arose.

Even Qingliu, who admired her at the beginning, began to exclude him deliberately.

At first, Song Gongwen was not disheartened.

I feel that being the young minister of Dali Temple can at least plead for the people.

But the facts proved that I really didn't have any talent in this area. No matter how hard I tried, the final result was the same. Later, the people in the capital began to have opinions on him.

Over time, Song Gongwen began to become numb, his former passion began to cool down, and he forgot the lofty ambitions of the year.

Then start to learn how not to offend others, learn how to be tactful, and learn how to follow others.

However, because of his nature, what he did in this area was not satisfactory.

How should colleagues see behind their backs, or how to see.

How should the people scold, or how to scold.

Therefore, Song Gongwen completely gave up.

I feel like this is all my life, no more struggles.

Even after her daughter was favored by the late Emperor and made a princess, she thought it was nothing. She only wanted to have the status of the head of the country, so that her life would be easier in the future.

In fact, just as he expected, now that His Majesty is on the throne, and his daughter has been canonized as the Empress of the Central Palace, His Majesty doesn't seem to have reused any of himself, and he didn't even mention it.

If there is no expectation, naturally there will be no disappointment. Song Gongwen accepted it frankly.

But fortunately, after becoming the head of the state, there is less suppression and exclusion, but a lot less.

It is one of the few good things.

But so what?
Don't you want to stay in Dali Temple all the time?
Now his only wish is to spend his old age peacefully, practicing calligraphy and writing articles at home.

As for other things, Song Gongwen didn't ask for it, and he didn't want to think about it.

Because, his heart is already cold.

Song Gongwen couldn't help but wryly smiled, stood up, walked to the calligraphy, unrolled it, thought for a while, and put it together with a dusty book.

Here, it used to be his dream, his ambition, his lost youth.

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