I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 58 The past is like smoke, but too abstract

Regardless of whether Song Shen continued to chat or not, Lou Chang was still a good person after all, and escorted him all the way out of the palace and the imperial city before getting off the carriage.

During that period, as he said, the atmosphere in the palace was quite tense, and people came to interrogate them, but everyone knew Lou Chang, the eunuch in front of the emperor, so they didn't really encounter any trouble.

So when he got off the bus at Louchang, Song Shen thanked him solemnly:

"Thank you, Eunuch Lou, for this trip today."

Lou Chang waved his hands repeatedly:

"No way, Mr. Song, you were summoned into the palace by the Queen, so it shouldn't be too much trouble. Even if they come to interrogate you, it can't be a big deal. I just did it for the sake of convenience."

"Even if I didn't tell you what I said today in the car, you would have heard about it in a few days given your status."

"I just mentioned it casually, so don't worry about it."

If it were the Song Shen who used to be the one who only cared about studying and ignored what was happening outside, he might have taken this statement seriously.

But now, this body contains the soul of a veteran office worker.

Song Shen certainly couldn't really think that it was a piece of cake for the other party. Being a eunuch in the Hongwu Dynasty, if you were caught secretly passing information to outsiders, you would risk your life. In addition, Lou Chang was working in front of the emperor, so the risk was even greater.

He thanked him several times, and after the two of them declined and exchanged some pleasantries, they finally gave up and left.

After Song Shen got back on the carriage, the driver asked:
"Sir, where are we going now?"

"Going back to the courtyard where I picked you up this morning?"

Song Shen thought about it and shook his head:
"No, let's go back to the Song family's old house—Grandfather hasn't left Yingtianfu yet, right?"

The servant who came hurriedly to convey the imperial edict in the morning, as well as the carriage and the driver, were all sent by Song Lian, so they naturally knew about Song Lian's situation.

The servant did not follow, but the driver's presence counted.

Hearing this, the driver took the time to look back inside the carriage and said expectantly:

"No, no, the old master fell ill today. He originally planned to leave Beijing in the next few days, but now it seems that he will have to delay for a few more days."

Song Shen nodded and said:
"Okay, then I'll go back and talk to my grandfather so that he can feel more at ease."

The driver obviously knew how much the old master valued Song Shen. When he heard that the young master was going home, his tone became a little higher and he responded repeatedly:
"Okay, sir, sit tight, we'll be there soon!"

…………

Song Zhai.

Fortunately, Song Shen was sent out by Lan Yun, and there was a wheelchair in the carriage. After the coachman parked the carriage, he pushed him into the house with his own hands.

On the way in, Song Shen felt that something was different from before, so he tilted his head and asked:
"Aren't we on the way to the study?"

The driver quickly replied:

"Yes, sir. The old master is not in the study. He is ill and is resting in the wing room. I guess the doctor just left not long ago. The old master has ordered that we don't have an imperial physician in our house."

Song Shen knew about this, he nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Soon, the wheelchair stopped. Song Shen refused the driver's help, picked up his guide stick, and slowly felt his way into the room.

The room was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine, and it was obvious that someone had just drunk some herbal medicine.

"Ziwei, you are here..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A familiar old voice sounded, but this time it wasn't as powerful as before.

It’s Song Lian.

Song Shen quickly took a few steps, groped his way to the bedside, and held down his grandfather who seemed to be about to get up: "Rest well, don't get up."

At this time, Song Lian was lying on the bed. The late autumn weather had already made people feel chilly, so he changed the quilt he was covering himself with into a winter quilt.

Song Lian narrowed his eyes and looked at his grandson carefully. Seeing that he looked normal but with a hint of worry, he knew that there was nothing serious about him being suddenly summoned to the palace. It was just a minor trouble at most. He finally felt relieved.

So he stopped arguing with his grandson, and just lay back down, sighing:
"It seems that everything is fine... It's good that everything is fine, it's good that everything is fine."

"Ziwei, what is the matter that the Queen has summoned you to the palace this time?"

Song Shen didn't expect that he didn't have any witty remarks this time, but asked so directly.

After thinking for a moment, he thought that his grandfather was the only one who cared about him in his family since he traveled through time, so he sighed and decided not to hide it.

"Grandfather, the Queen Mother said that after my eyesight recovers, she wants me to teach His Royal Highness the Grandson."

Just this one sentence was enough to scare Song Lian so much that he almost sat up again.

Fortunately, Song Shen had his hand on the quilt and reacted quickly, pushing him back directly:
"Don't worry, there are even more outrageous things."

"But before I tell you about those things, I have to ask you one thing first—"

"You know I forgot all about my past after I fell and got hurt. It was only when the Queen mentioned it today that I realized I had studied with Marquis Chengyi for a while."

"Is this true?"

After hearing his grandson mention this matter, Song Lian's eagerness to inquire about the situation immediately dissipated.

He was silent for a while, then nodded slightly:

"it is true."

Song Shen was still waiting for the second half, but he didn't expect that his grandfather, who had been willing to tell him everything before, would now be like squeezing toothpaste and would not answer unless he asked.

There was no other way, Song Shen could only reveal his cards:

"The Queen also said that you and Marquis Chengyi had a very good relationship, but then they fell out for some reason. What happened?"

Song Lian didn't expect that the Queen Mother was so talkative that she told her children everything that happened in her early years.

Seeing that his grandson was not going to let go until he explained clearly, he said helplessly:
"Yes, what the Queen said is true."

"I originally thought that since you have forgotten these things, there is no need to mention them again... Well, whatever."

He talked about what happened that year.

What Song Lian said was basically the same as what Empress Ma said, except that it was more detailed and specific.

As one of the Four Masters of East Zhejiang, Song Lian and Liu Ji served in the same dynasty. In addition, Zhu Yuanzhang was interested in supporting people from East Zhejiang to compete with the nobles from West Huai. It was normal for the two to have a good relationship. When Song Shen was in his teens, Liu Bowen watched him grow up.

One year, Song Shen stayed at Liu's house for two months. When Liu Bowen sent him home, he said that the child was extremely talented in physiognomy and hoped to accept him as his apprentice. However, Song Lian was well-read and knowledgeable. Of course, he knew that learning physiognomy would bring many disadvantages, so he directly refused. Unexpectedly, Liu Bowen said that he had already allowed Song Shen to become a disciple. The two old men had a big quarrel and broke up.

Song Shen was speechless for a while.

After all this time, does this matter have anything to do with me?
How come Liu Bowen and Song Lian, two great scholars of our time, are so abstract!
But after he finished listening, Song Lian kept urging him to speak faster.

"The Queen Mother insisted on asking today, and my grandson didn't know the inside story, so he acted like this..."

Even though Empress Ma had told him to keep it a secret, Song Lian, who always considered his grandson, was more trustworthy than the empress he had only met once, so Song Shen simply repeated what he had said today.

Song Lian listened with a numb face and sat on the bed in a daze, not moving.

Just when Song Shen was worried that something might have happened to him, he sighed with a dry throat.

"Ziwei, Grandfather feels that our Song family is doomed. Instead of waiting for His Majesty to take action, why don't you pack your bags and leave Yingtian Prefecture overnight?"

Song Shen: ???
What's going on? Why are you running away at night? !
(End of this chapter)