Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 392: Mr. Song goes to the palace to plead his case. There is also an unofficial version (Part )
The night fell like a huge black curtain, pressing heavily on the towering palace.

The tall palace wall looked even colder and more solemn under the dim moonlight.

It is like a silent giant beast, quietly guarding the numerous secrets and supreme authority in the palace.

At this moment, Mr. Song was huddled in a corner of the palace. He felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to his forehead, instantly enveloping him in an icy-cellar-like fear.

The face, which had originally been rosy, now turned pale as paper with fear, completely devoid of blood.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out from his forehead and sliding down his cheeks, but Mr. Song was completely unaware.

His mind went blank in an instant, as if it had been emptied out suddenly.

His originally eloquent speech now became hesitant.

It's like a rusty lock that can't be opened. I don't know how to answer this serious question in front of me.

Mr. Song was originally a leader of a well-known jewelry store in Linfen City, and he was also a man who had seen the world.

He is of medium build and slightly plump.

Although the brocade robe was not extremely luxurious, it exuded a sense of wealth.

That round belly rose and fell slightly with his frightened breathing, as if it was also worried about his fate.

Normally, Mr. Song's face always showed a bit of the shrewdness and tactfulness unique to a businessman, and his eyes were small but full of cleverness.

But at this moment, there was only endless fear and panic in these eyes.

The palace lanterns on both sides of the palace road swayed in the night wind, and the dim lights flickered, casting eerie shadows.

You have to know that in the current situation, Mr. Song’s identity is about to be exposed.

How could he casually set foot in this forbidden area of ​​the palace?
If you get caught, it would be a crime of deceiving the emperor!

Once this crime is brought, it will be like a huge rock hanging over one's head, which can smash a person to pieces in an instant.

Not to mention that Mr. Song’s own life was in danger, he was also afraid that the old and young in his family would be implicated and suffer the devastating disaster as well.

Even the craftsmen of the entire Linfen jewelry industry were put in a desperate situation because of Mr. Song's reckless behavior.

These craftsmen rely on this craft to support their families.

If his livelihood was cut off because of him, Mr. Song would become a sinner for all eternity.
At this critical moment, a matter of life and death, Mr. Song's mind turned and he suddenly had an idea.

He fell heavily to his knees with a thud. The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent palace corridor.

Then Mr. Song said in a tearful voice, "My Lord, my family is in great trouble.

My mother is seriously ill and bedridden. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything for many days.

I went everywhere to seek medical treatment and almost used up all my family savings, but I still couldn't get enough money to save my life."

Having said this, Mr. Song raised his tear-stained face.

He looked eagerly at Li Yi, the commander of the imperial army, and continued to cry, "I heard that there will be rewards from the palace in the near future, and I thought maybe I can try my luck.

Let’s see if I can get some reward money at the palace gate so I can go back and save my mother’s life.

I know this is against the rules, but I really have no other choice.

Please, sir, for my filial piety, show me mercy!"

As he spoke, Mr. Song began to kowtow continuously, as if pounding garlic, and his forehead made a loud banging sound on the hard ground.

After a while, a red and swollen patch appeared on his forehead.

Every time Mr. Song kowtowed, his body trembled violently.

It seemed as if all the fear and pleading were conveyed through these repeated collisions.

Li Yi, the commander of the imperial army, frowned and looked at Mr. Song, who was crying miserably, with suspicion.

He had worked in the palace for many years and had met countless people of all kinds.

Although Mr. Song cried sincerely, he still felt something was wrong. At this time, a cold wind whistled past, causing the palace lanterns to shake even more violently.

The lights flickered, illuminating everyone's faces with different expressions.

"Humph!

The story you made up is quite touching, old man, but don't think you can fool me.

You don't look like you're here to ask for money, but rather you look like you have some other intention."

Li Yi stared at Mr. Song with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through him.

Mr. Song's heart suddenly tightened, thinking to himself that this was not good. This military commander was not easy to fool.

But now that things have come to this, he can only grit his teeth and continue pretending.

So Mr. Song kowtowed even more vigorously, and continued to beg, "Sir, everything I said is true!
My mother at home is really seriously ill, and there is nothing I can do. Please have mercy on me, General!

If anything happens to my mother, I won’t want to live any longer!"

A guard nearby came over and whispered to Li Yi, "Commander-in-chief, how about we take him back for questioning?
This matter seems strange, we can't let this person off so easily."

Li Yi thought about it and weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Although Mr. Song looked suspicious, he was just crying and begging for a reward at the palace gate.

If he was taken back for interrogation like this, and he turned out to be a poor man with nowhere else to go, it would make him look inhumane if the news got out.

Besides, the palace has been busy dealing with many government affairs recently, and Li Yi doesn't want to go to great lengths on this trivial matter.

So Li Yi waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it!

Seeing how pitiful he looks, it is estimated that he will not be able to cause any big waves.

But don't do such illegal things again in the future, get out of here!"

When Mr. Song heard this, he felt as if he had been pardoned, and a big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He stood up quickly, not caring about the pain in his knees or tidying up his messy clothes.

Mr. Song thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you very much, General, for your kindness. Thank you very much, General, for your kindness!"

Then he hurriedly ran towards the imperial study, secretly thanking his lucky stars that he had escaped.

At the same time, Mr. Song was also thinking about how to appeal to the emperor in order to truly gain a turning point for the jewelry industry and those craftsmen.

At this time, the wind seemed to blow even harder, whistling through the palace walls.

There were bursts of eerie sounds, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

The sound of the wind made Mr. Song's clothes rustle, as if urging him to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, and as if sighing for the man's unknown fate.

At this time, Mr. Song's figure looked particularly lonely and helpless in the darkness.

That slightly hunched back seemed to carry the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the entire jewelry industry.

After many twists and turns, Mr. Song finally found an opportunity.

He secretly hid behind a bush outside the imperial study, where the flowers were trembling in the night wind.

The petals were blown off from time to time and fell to the ground, like pieces of broken dreams.

Mr. Song carefully stuck his head out, observing the movements in the imperial study, waiting for the right opportunity to petition Zhu Yuanzhang.

At this time, the candlelight in the imperial study flickered, and the light and shadows danced on the wall, as if an uneasy soul was struggling.

Zhu Yuanzhang was sitting on the dragon throne carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, with a stern expression, like a majestic god overlooking everything below.

He had just finished dealing with some government affairs and was about to take a break.

(End of this chapter)