Lonely non-good minister

Mrs. Lin was not angry or anxious, but instead smiled: "Let her imitate, the prince is not confused. Duke Mu is an old fox who can't see rabbits and doesn't let go of hawks. He waited for the prince to curry favor with them. The prince was dissatisfied for a long time, but he still Because she feels guilty towards Song Yuan for admitting her into the East Palace, if she imitates Shen Lingguang so blatantly, other people will definitely see it as time goes by, and it depends on whether the Crown Prince protects her or Shen Lingguang."

"Do you want to start the matter earlier?" Mammy asked softly: "Now His Highness the Ninth Prince's marriage has been completely put on the agenda. I heard that although many adults impeached him this time, a bunch of old ministers still insist on it. Bao, with such a reputation and popular support, I am afraid that the knighthood will only be a matter of one or two years. Once he is knighted, Concubine Shen's foundation will be more stable."

Mrs. Lin opened the rouge box and smelled it. After a few flashes of her eyes, she made up her mind: "Gong Mu has so many granddaughters. One of them died, but there are many more. Instead, he solved the trouble for Shen Lingguang in vain. Since he has to do it, , we have to kill two birds with one stone, even if the incident happens, we must let the Duke’s office know who is the culprit who left their granddaughter alone in the empty house."

Grandma became energetic and hurriedly lowered her body to listen to her instructions.

Song Yuan's marriage was put on the agenda. Although she was not in Beijing, preparations for the wedding began. Song Chun personally arranged for people to go to the northwest, and announced an edict to deal with the aftermath of Song Yuan's impeachment, which was criticized by others. She pretended to expose the matter. Secondly, she announced a marriage decree and widely publicized her marriage to Mu Wantang. Thirdly, she brought Mu Wantang and her daughter to Jingzhao for resettlement.

The nun who taught Mu Wantang the royal etiquette was personally selected by Xiao Shen. The person recommended by the Duke's wife was directly rejected by Xiao Shen. Song Chun, the house where their mother and daughter were housed, also ordered someone to re-select them and did not let them The idea of ​​mother and daughter living in the Duke's mansion or the Mu clan made the Duke's wife so angry that she didn't eat for several days.

In the blink of an eye, winter came, and Situ was sick and retired to the second line. Mu Guogong's third son was promoted to be a Situ, taking charge of all matters of the Situ Mansion. The Sikong Mansion also began to evaluate the performance of officials, and eliminated many officials who had no job and eliminated many officials from local counties. Many people have been promoted among the county guards.

In the Duke's Mansion, a copy of the list of transferred officials was copied and sent to Duke Mu. He looked at it carefully several times and glanced at the sons in front of him.

"Most of these people's resumes are county civil servants."

The third master hurriedly said: "Yes, after an assessment by the Sikong Mansion, these people were promoted based on their political performance. I went to see their performance assessment and found that most of them were officials who performed outstandingly during the land reform."

"If I remember correctly, the person who urged the reform of Tianmu was His Highness Ninth Prince, right?" Mu Guogong put down the list: "The performance of local officials depends entirely on the results of the reform of Tianmu. In other words, whether it is good or bad all depends on His Highness Ninth Prince at that time. Who did Shanzhe praise?"

They were awakened, and the impatient elder immediately said: "Isn't this the Sikong Mansion using assessment to promote a group of officials who support His Highness the Ninth Prince to join the court? No wonder they have eliminated so many of our people. This Ninth Highness is far away in the northwest and can still influence the selection of talents in the Sikong Mansion. He is really very capable."

No one agreed with his words. The third master said: "The list has just been sent to the prince. As long as the prince vetoes it, there is still a chance to change it. Father, do you think we should talk about it?"

Mu Guogong shook his head gently: "The Crown Prince can't even see the fishy things here. Why don't we take this opportunity to see the Crown Prince's attitude towards the Duke's mansion."

Song Chun was faced with many difficulties by the old ministers left behind by the late emperor, but he was still unwilling to use the disciples of the Duke of Guo. This matter had long made Duke Mu unhappy. These small actions of the Sikong Palace were so obvious. If Song Chun agreed, then It proves that he has no intention of reusing the Duke's Palace, so there is no need for the Duke's Palace to put any more thought into him.

The papers had been backlogged in Song Chun's hands for seven or eight days, but he still had no reply. The officials proposed for promotion in the Sikong Mansion all had resumes of their political achievements. He knew what was going on when he saw it, but he did not think about Song Yuan. Even if the promotion of these people has something to do with Song Yuan, it is only because they are outstanding that they will be praised by Song Yuan.Song Chun wanted to find someone to discuss it with, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know who to talk to. He couldn't help feeling depressed, so he wandered alone in the East Palace late at night.

The snow fell heavily, covering everything as far as the eye could see. The palace lanterns were so cold that they all hid in their rooms. Even the palace lanterns in the corridor were extinguished and they did not come out to light them.

Song Chun was walking without direction when someone suddenly called him from behind: "Uncle, be careful."

Song Chun suddenly looked back and saw Song Ce, who was wrapped up tightly, running from the corridor with a lantern. After seeing the ceremony, he pointed forward and said: "There is a pit here, covered by snow. If you step in, it will be dangerous." It hurts my feet."

"Oh." Song Chun glanced at him, focusing on him, and his expression became kind: "It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Song Ce took out the small porcelain jar in his hand: "When I was studying in the evening, I saw in the book that literati and elegant guests would collect snow water to make tea. On a whim, I thought about getting some snow water to make tea, so I came here. , Uncle, why don’t you rest? You work so hard on weekdays, and if you don’t get enough rest, your body won’t be able to bear it.”

"I have something on my mind, and I really can't sleep." Song Chun patted the snow off his hat: "At this time, it would be great if your father or your ninth uncle were here, and I could talk to them."

Song Ce blinked: "I'm young and don't know much about political affairs, but if my uncle doesn't mind, you can talk to me. My mother often said that being upset is actually just a mess of thoughts. As long as you speak out, you can sort it out without anyone else. Help with analysis.”

"Okay." Song Chun did not refuse: "It's cold outside, let's go to your room and talk."

The two of them returned to the house, took off their snow-covered cloaks, and sat down by the charcoal basin. The heat from the warm charcoal fire hit their faces. Song Chun felt much relieved. Song Ce cooked the hot charcoal. I poured two cups of tea and put them on the small table, then sat down upright.

"Your Uncle Ninth also liked tinkering with these things when he was young. He climbed a tree at night to clear the snow. His leg was caught by a rope wrapped around the tree. He was hung upside down on the tree and froze all night. He was sick for many days, but he didn't forget it. If you miss him making tea with snow water, you should take this as a warning and don’t climb trees at night.”

Song Ce smiled: "Father said Uncle Jiu was naughty when he was young, but I didn't expect him to be so naughty."

"Your father is not too generous." Speaking of his two good brothers, Song Chun's eyes were even more missed. Looking at Song Ce, he saw a bit of Song Run on his face, and he felt more and more friendly.

Song Ce still just smiled. Although Song Chun treated him like a parent, he had not seen him for many years and he was a delicate child. It was difficult to get too close to him and he was too reserved to say a word.