Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 417 A father and son who have different political opinions
After a burst of strange anger, Song Chun became even more unhappy with him.

"When I was born alone, I originally regretted not being able to see with my own eyes how the wizards from southern Xinjiang wreaked havoc on the Wei Dynasty. The imperial master also opened up Gu's horizons. With such ability to sow discord, what trouble can't be caused?" Song Chun also turned around.

Seeing his serious Yin Yang self, the great witch Zhiyan laughed heartily. Song Chun didn't want to talk to him anymore and stepped into the palace.

Emperor Hong Ming sat cross-legged on the bed. His pajamas were loose and loose. His strong body had been drained by alcohol and wine, leaving only the sagging flesh wrapped around an increasingly rickety skeleton. His messy and frizzy hair made him look listless, and his brows were swollen. There is not even a trace of vitality to be found.

"Father, are you feeling better?" Song Chun asked with cold concern.

Emperor Hong Ming lowered his eyes and muttered in a hoarse voice after a while: "You are still young and don't understand how people's hearts are separated from each other. Even your brothers cannot be completely trusted. You are the heir whom I have devoted all my efforts to cultivate. I don't want you to You fell into the hands of your own brother."

Song Chun didn't say anything. Emperor Hong Ming was so suspicious of his own son, and the great witch Zhiyan was indispensable for instigating dissension. That monster couldn't stay.

Emperor Hong Ming continued: "You treat them with all your heart and soul, but how do you know what they are thinking? People are all the same. Their ambitions swell with the slightest power."

"Father, in the evening, I received a message from several veteran generals in the northern army who had retired and returned to their hometowns." Song Chun said calmly.

Emperor Hongming then slowly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise and disbelief: "Are they willing to hand over power?"

"Yes." Song Chun didn't explain too much. He thought that no matter how confused Emperor Hong Ming was, he could still figure out why these veterans were willing to delegate power.

Emperor Hong Ming was silent, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the corner of his quilt. His complicated emotions caused his expression to change several times. After a while, he finally spoke: "Firearm manufacturing should be moved to Jingzhao and directly controlled by the imperial court. What do you think?" ?”

"That's what my father is thinking about." Song Chun rarely supported his idea: "Firearms cannot be made indiscriminately, and all related craftsmen should be strictly controlled. Therefore, my son proposed to improve the treatment of all craftsmen so that they cannot be used by powerful and powerful people. Buy them off, and give the craftsmen and their families the strictest protection."

Emperor Hong Ming hesitated for a while and was reluctant: "Why go to such trouble? Under the harsh punishment and law, if they dare to have different intentions, they will be executed directly."

These words made Song Chun's heart go cold: "The best way to employ people is to use kindness and power together. If you only use severe punishment and extortion, something may happen."

"Human nature is base. If you treat them so kindly, they will only be greedy." Emperor Hong Ming raised his hand: "This matter will be handled as I say."

He made a decision, and Song Chun swallowed the words on his lips.

"I'm very worried because you have so few heirs." Emperor Hongming pressed his hand and motioned Song Chun to sit down and talk. When he looked at him, his tired eyes were a little more loving: "I watched Viagra grow up. , I have high expectations for him, but this child’s talent is really not high, I’m afraid it will be difficult for him to carry the country and the country.”

Song Chun said hurriedly: "My son has neglected his duty and failed to educate his heirs well. I am worried about my father."

Emperor Hong Ming waved his hand: "It's not that you didn't teach him well, it's that your brothers are too strong, and he has too many cousins. His uncles are in their prime, and his cousins ​​are growing up one after another. His situation is difficult. Now, if there are no elders to clean up the family for him, he will be this evil person in the future."

These words still imply that he will attack his brother.Song Chun could only say: "Now the only ones who can be used in the court are the second and fifth brothers and Yuan'er. If I can't trust them, who can I trust?"

"That's it for the second and the ninth. You'd better think more about whether the fifth is trustworthy." Emperor Hong Ming always had a grudge against Song Fu: "The Wang family is dead, and the family members of the fifth are all in the northwest. There is no one who can restrain him. If you entrust him with a heavy responsibility, let his wife and children return to the capital. Your mother is also old. As a legitimate mother, she should be supported by her daughter-in-law."

These words made Song Chun feel sick. Aren't Song Fu's wives and children the daughters-in-law and grandchildren of Emperor Hongming?It's just that he is disgusting, but he also wants to do it in the name of Queen Shen. If he really arranged it like this, I'm afraid Song Fu will be provoked to turn against him even if he doesn't have any.

"Father, do you still believe what the Imperial Master said?"

Emperor Hong Ming looked at him and whispered: "How Concubine Liu tried to frustrate the Wang family, and how your mother stood by and watched, adding fuel to the flames. Do you really think he didn't care?"

Song Chun fell silent. He admitted that these words hit his heart.

Song Fu's dependence on his mother, Concubine Wenhui, the Wang family, was no less than Song Yuan's dependence on the little Shen family. Even though his relationship with Song Fu was not bad, back then, Empress Shen and the Wang family's Liu concubine, Concubine Li Guifei, fought to the death for favor. It is a fact that he will do whatever he can. He can put aside the grudges between his elders, but can Song Fu?

"I know that you hate witchcraft, so you are hostile to the Imperial Master, but you can't disbelieve some of your words." Emperor Hongming sighed: "You can trust the ministers who want you, but you must not trust too much in the ministers who have the same wishes as you. Brothers who are qualified to compete for the throne."

Emperor Hong Ming said that his throat was thirsty, and he swallowed uncomfortably. Song Chun stood up and brought the hot tea over, drank half a cup to relax, and Emperor Hong Ming asked again: "Are you very wary of Duke Mu? "

"Mr. Mu is too utilitarian. He only relies on his early political achievements. In fact, he has not done anything outstanding in these years. He spends most of his time on interpersonal relationships. None of his descendants are outstanding. Sons and ministers Just don't reuse them." Song Chun said it tactfully.

It's a pity that Emperor Hong Ming didn't understand what he meant. He just said: "Mr. Mu is an old minister. If you don't respect him and rely on him, how can he be willing to put down his body and plan for you?"

"No matter how old a minister is, he is still a minister. It is a serious crime to rely on one's elders and betray one's old age. Moreover, Duke Mu has different political views with his son. If he listens to his plans, I am afraid the court will be named Mu."

He was stubborn, and Emperor Hong Ming was a little displeased: "In order to allow you to take advantage of Duke Mu, I would rather disobey the late emperor's will and let all the officials gossip behind his back. Do you want my hard work to be in vain?"

"My father's hard work and I dare not go to waste, but Duke Mu did not give me any help." Song Chun knew that he had made a fool of himself again. Even though he was sitting on the throne, Emperor Hongming still could not change his behavior. The habits of powerful people from aristocratic families.

Emperor Hong Ming put down the tea cup in his hand: "You would rather reuse a group of officials who were promoted from the local government than use the disciples of the Duke of the State. Even if Duke Mu wants to help you, there is no way out."

Sure enough, he was complaining for Duke Mu.

"The Sikong Mansion selects people based on their political performance. If the disciples recommended by Mu Guogong are really capable, their political performance will be the least likely to be deceived. How can the imperial court appoint people based on their family background?"

(End of this chapter)