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Chapter 32 The Situation of the Song Family

The words are divided into two parts.

These days, Song Shen has been living a very comfortable life.

Although his daily life became a little inconvenient after he became blind, to be honest, even if he became a disabled person, in ancient times when there were no care facilities, as long as he was from a landlord class family, it would not be very uncomfortable.

What's more, Song Shen's rank is now far higher than the landlord class, and he has directly evolved into the scholar-official class!

Now, he has a personal maid, Lan Yun, waiting at the door at any time. He can get whatever he wants without having to stretch out his hand. If he wants to walk out of the room and take a stroll in the yard, there will be at least two people to help him.

There's even a wheelchair!

Song Shen had never expected that wheelchairs already existed in this era, and that their history dates back far beyond the Ming Dynasty. He had heard that wheelchairs had appeared at least during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and were specifically used by people with limited mobility. He was shocked when he was told about this.

If he felt that not being able to see was too frustrating, Song Shen could also bring books from the real world into the system space and read in the office. Even though it was not as good as movies, TV series, and novels, it was quite interesting after getting used to it.

It’s good enough to be able to restore my eyesight temporarily, why do I need a bicycle?

Today, after finishing the third class, Song Shen was once again freed from the pain of being a corporate slave for an hour every day.

"oops!"

In the study, he stood up and stretched himself, moving his arms and legs, then said to the outside:
"Lan Yun, are you outside?"

The door opened in response.

After the gentle footsteps, Lan Yun's gentle voice followed:

"Sir, what do you want me to do?"

Song Shen thought for a moment and asked:
"How is Grandfather's health? Has the imperial physician come to see him today?"

Lan Yun smiled and said:

"The imperial physician came this morning. After feeling the old man's pulse and examining him, he said that he was much better. This was because the old man was in good health. People of the same age did not recover as quickly as him."

Song Shenxin thought, this might not be because of his strong body.

Although he is blind, when he went out in the car two days ago, the old man spoke with full energy, not like a patient at all. To be honest, it is very likely that Song Lian pretended to be sick for some reason.

Taking the pulse and asking questions are very mysterious things. Anyone who is under a lot of pressure can be seen to have some symptoms such as liver qi stagnation and restlessness during the examination. As the only one of the older generation of the Four Masters of Eastern Zhejiang who is still alive, Song Lian has a lot of things on his shoulders and is under a lot of pressure, so he can definitely find out the problem just by asking questions.

My old man pretends to be sick because of this, and no one can tell what's wrong with him.

But now, why doesn’t he plan to continue pretending... It’s only been a short time, is the old man planning to run away back to his hometown?
He couldn't sit still for a moment.

If Song Lian left Yingtian Prefecture and returned to his hometown in eastern Zhejiang, he would indeed be far away from the center of power and could avoid a lot of trouble.

But I'm still here!

It would be fine if the eyes remained blind forever, but what if the eyes got better one day? What would we do then?
Could he only rely on his cheap father and uncle whom he had never met before?
Shit!

If they were reliable, Song Lian wouldn't be the leader in the literary circle in eastern Zhejiang now!

Song Shen immediately said:
"Tell grandpa for me, I want to see him."

Although Lan Yun was a little puzzled as to why his son suddenly wanted to see the old master, he still obediently agreed. …………

Not long after, Song Shen was slowly pushed out of Song Lian's study in a wooden wheelchair with poor shock absorption.

After hearing Lan Yun say that they had arrived, he stood up from his wheelchair, used his cane to feel the way, and groped his way into this unfamiliar study.

"Hey, Ziwei, if you want to tell me something, just wait in the room and I'll come over. You can't move around easily now, so why bother making this trip!"

Song Lian was prepared, but obviously not fully prepared.

He had not yet gotten used to the fact that his eldest grandson was already blind, and he was quite at a loss when he first saw him in the study.

Song Shen couldn't see, but after losing his eyesight, his other senses became sharper, and he could realize that his grandfather was about to come over to support him, so he quickly waved his hand.

"It's okay, Grandfather. I can get here by myself. Please don't move. If I make a mistake while exploring the way, I might even fall more easily."

This time Song Lian really didn't dare to move.

He now has a bit of a psychological trauma about the word wrestling.

After waiting for his grandson to grope his way over, he took Song Shen's sleeve and guided him to sit down.

After both parties were seated, Song Lian began to speak tentatively:
"Ziwei, why did you suddenly think of coming to see me? What's the matter?"

Song Shen smiled, his tone relaxed:

"I just asked about Lan Yun today. She said that you are in very good condition and the imperial physician can't find any problems. So I wanted to ask you if you are planning to return to Pujiang."

Pujiang is the ancestral home of the Song family, located in Jinhua, in eastern Zhejiang.

Song Lian was stunned at first, then he realized what his grandson meant and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

I didn’t think so of my grandson before... But now it seems that despite his young age, his vision is more vicious than that of his father and uncle, two middle-aged men.

Just from the results of the imperial physician's consultation this morning, he could tell what he was planning. With such foresight and meticulous thinking, if he were in good health, he would probably come to the fore much earlier than I, a grandfather!
But in front of Song Shen, even if Song Lian felt sorry, he could only suppress it and not think too much about the disadvantages.

He sighed and decided to tell his smart grandson some truth.

"My grandson is already 25 years old. I should have retired and returned home long ago. I just couldn't do it before because of many things. But now, if I delay any further, I'm afraid there will be problems."

"Ziwei, I'll be honest with you. Although I've always felt sorry for your eyes, it would actually be a good thing if you could be blind for three to five months and blend in with the ordinary people. It's time to explain some things to you."

"Your Majesty has been trying to appoint new people since the founding of the country, so as to prevent the heroes in Huaixi from joining forces and becoming too powerful, and the people he chose are us literati."

"Among the four masters of eastern Zhejiang back then, the most famous one was not me, but Liu Bowen. Your Majesty had wanted him to join the game to compete with Hu Weiyong and others, but he refused, so he was only given the title of Earl of Chengyi, not a duke or a marquis, far inferior to Li Shanchang and others."

"After Yang Xian fell, His Majesty took a liking to me. Actually, he mainly took a liking to my students and former officials. Compared to myself, the most important thing is that I can lead them to do things."

"It stands to reason that if the king wants his subjects to die, they must die. I am old enough to be a knife for your majesty. But I still have to consider your father, your uncle, and your future. At the end of the day, half of my body is buried in the ground, so I have to think about my family."

"Only if I leave Yingtian Prefecture will you have a chance to escape from this situation."

"Ziwei, do you understand? Our Song family has many students all over the world, but in fact, we have reached a critical moment. If we are not careful, we will lose everything!"

(End of this chapter)