Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 107 Goodbye Song Jing! [Gift to the Silver League Leader Ellipsis Seventeen]

Song Jing, a native of Yongqiu in Zhaozhong, whose ancestral home was in Songzhou, was admitted to Boxuehongci in the second year of Chunxi when he was only 25 years old.

At the beginning, he was awarded Fuzhou to join the army, and later he was promoted to the Zhishi Museum through the palace examination and the selection of the department.

Compiled and compiled patents in the Office of History and Official History, etc., and then entered the Chulong Pavilion to support integrity and accumulate funds. Three years later, he left the pavilion to pay homage to Qin Governor Shi.

So far, he has been in this Qinzhou territory for nearly ten years.

And he, the governor of Qinzhou, has also served for nearly four years and is about to return to Beijing to report on his duties.

The reason why Xia Houchun knew him was that when Song Jing was gaining momentum in Chulong Pavilion, he also took the position of "Nanshufang Jingyan Master".

Generally, this position cannot be held by famous scholars, but Song Jing was in Zhennan Study in less than [-] years, covering up the light of the famous "Taikang Eight Horses".

At that time, there was even a doggerel circulated: Jingmin didn't know the eight horses, and it was useless to travel all over Taikang.That is to know all about the Eight Junjies, jumping one mountain after another.

And among these hills, Song Jing occupies a unique seat.

At that time, Lu Xiang, the former servant of the Ministry of Industry, and Song Jing sang on the same stage, one holding a "big gift" and the other telling the "History of Yan".

The two once had a bet, based on the "policy theory" written by the princes and crowns as the standard, whoever can write a "historical instruction" or "etiquette theory" and win the top spot will be considered the master of the scriptures and banquets.

One is a master of etiquette and the other is a genius of history. The two competed in the South Study Room for splendor and beauty. They had a great time fighting, but they suffered a lot from the princes and princesses, and Emperor Jing, who came to listen in a hurry after the next court, couldn't help laughing.

Not knowing whether the original body was attached to Xia Houchun, or whether he was infected by the original body's past memories, he hurried forward and helped Song Jing who bowed down to him.

His temples are gray and white, and the black and flowing hair of the past is no longer there, with white in gray and black in white, this is not a middle-aged man in his [-]s, he is clearly an old man in his [-]s.

Xia Houchun's eyes were in a trance, and he said with respect and respect, "Master Song, you have suffered."

Song Jing waved his hand, as if sweeping away all the grievances and sufferings he had suffered in these years.

He looked at Xia Houchun's handsome face close at hand, he was not in a daze, he smiled relievedly, and said, "Like, really like!"

He patted Xia Houchun's palm, glanced at Fang Xirou, Murong Yan and the others behind him, smiled narrowly, and said:
"It has been rumored in the court that His Highness has the style of Taizong. At first, I didn't believe it, but now it seems that even Taizong's heyday is not as good as His Highness."

Xia Houchun looked shy, "Master Song was joking, how great is Grandpa Taizong, how dare you cling to him."

In Zhang Xiang's study that day, Xia Houchun saw his demeanor.

Even the dragon eyes and tiger eyes can't describe his holy appearance, let alone his achievements.

Hundreds of barbarians are worshiping, and the ten thousand races are still young.

Hanging clothes to rule the world, lifting the reins to swing Kyushu.

It is not an exaggeration to say, 'Ears are in harmony with heaven and earth, eyes are angry with Wan Guoshang'.

Song Jing smiled awkwardly when he heard the words. What he said was romantic, but Xia Houchun understood it as demeanor and temperament, and the two have nothing to do with each other.

Facing Xia Houchun's Fang Xirou and Murong Yan, they nodded lightly, not daring to look too much.

He patted his forehead and smiled apologetically: "Look at my brain, please hurry up, Your Highness."

Xia Houchun nodded: "I'm sorry, Master Song."

Immediately climbing up the stairs, Zhou Xian, whose real name is Zhou Xian, prostrated himself on the ground, trembling.

Wang Jin and the other leaders of the government office were trembling, not knowing what kind of noble person came.

Xia Houchun called out, "Master Song, wait a moment."

Amid Song Jing's surprise, Xia Houchun helped Wang Jin up, and comforted him, "Don't worry, with my palace around, no one would dare to embarrass you."

Zhou Xian's body trembled like a sieve, completely lying on the ground.

Wang Jin wept with joy, Er Er straightened his body, then suddenly knelt down on one knee, and shouted loudly:
"Wang Jin, deputy captain of the Baiqi Division of the City Defense Battalion, is meeting His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

He was almost choked with sobs, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness Long En, you will repay your humble position with death!"

He helped Wang Jin up again, patted the dust on his knees, and said with a smile, "Our Dajing is not into this kind of thing."

After speaking, he nodded to Song Jing, took Fang Xirou, Murong Yan and others, and followed him into the gate of the mansion.

As for Zhou Xian, a fifth-rank official who was prostrate on the ground, Xia Houchun never looked at him again.

After they entered the mansion, Zhou Xian looked miserable and completely collapsed on the ground.

Prince!

He turned out to be the prince!

Who else can do it except Emperor Jing and the crown prince who can make the Governor of Qinzhou, who parachuted from the central center to Qinzhou, and even the governor of Qinzhou does not give him any face, bow his head and bow his head as a minister!
He understood that when Song Jing yelled the phrase "See Your Highness the Prince", he knew that he was finished.

In front of the crown prince, forcibly marrying a civilian girl, ten heads are not enough to cut off.

Wang Jin next to him seemed to be unable to bear it, and said in a low voice: "Lord Zhou, according to my humble observations, the Lord Inspector often uses the 'historical teaching' to teach the people below, and regards 'loyalty to the emperor and serve the country' as his duty, and the Lord Inspector is trusted by the crown prince, so it can be seen that he I also like people who are 'loyal to the emperor and serve the country'."

Zhou Xian raised his head, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "What do you mean?"

Wang Jin's eyes were firm, and he said in a deep voice: "The humble official intends to go north with the crown prince, guarding the frontiers and defending against bandits. If my lord wants to keep his official position, maybe he can find a way from here."

Zhou Xian's face changed, and he stood up abruptly, "You want to harm me?"

Wang Jin was startled when he heard the words, and frowned, "What do you mean, my lord?"

Zhou Xian sneered, "Wen Chen defended the border and escaped death, you are so scheming; maybe you want to borrow a knife to kill someone."

Wang Jin shook her head in disappointment, "If you think so, then you will not say anything at the end of the day."

Zhou Xian's complexion changed, and while he was hesitating, Deng Tingzhen, the governor of the state, came over expressionlessly, "Zhou Xian, under the order of the governor, you can take off this official uniform."

Zhou Xian's face turned pale, and his figure was crumbling.

Standing beside him is Wang Jin holding a spear, and there seems to be confusion in his eyes.

In fact, if Zhou Xianyuan used the etiquette of "the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker" to get down to the appointment table and discuss it with him, he might think about this marriage.

It's a pity, it's hard to make a big deal if you hide a traitor in your heart.

At this moment, Zhou Xian grabbed Deng Tingzhen who was about to leave, and pleaded bitterly: "Brother Deng, give me a hand, give me a hand."

They are both of the fifth grade, but just because of a word from the governor, he will go to the end. If Deng Tingzhen doesn't have Qi Qiran in his heart, it is a fake.

But after understanding the ins and outs of the matter, he could do nothing but shake his head with a wry smile.

When he was about to break free from Zhou Xian, unexpectedly, the other party's eyes were blood red, and he held Deng Tingzhen tightly, "Brother Deng, can you show me the way, Zhou Xian will remember it forever."

After a little hesitation, Deng Tingzhen pulled Zhou Xian into the mansion. After looking around for a week, he tried his best to whisper:
"My lord is just going with the flow of your business. Everything depends on that person's will. If he spares you, the governor can't do anything to you. If he wants you to die, even the gods can't save you."

Zhou Xian looked desperate, "Could it be that there is really no way out?"

In fact, privately raising concubines by officials is an open secret throughout Dajing, but some things are unjustifiable, and it is fine if they are not exposed, and once they are exposed, they will not be tolerated.

As for Zhou Xian's matter, the bad thing is that he "forced to marry a civilian girl" in front of the prince, and Xia Houchun couldn't tolerate and condone it according to the law.

After Deng Tingzhen told Zhou Xian about this, he patted him on the shoulder, "So, if you want the crown prince to spare you, you have to find him a step down, otherwise you won't remember it in the future."

Just kidding, not only did he offend the crown prince, but he also insulted his immediate boss. It was Song Jing's extrajudicial grace to just strip him of his body.

And once this official uniform is lost, the enemies who are usually offended will flock to him, and it will be light to add insult to injury.

What's more, the stains on his body couldn't withstand investigation at all.

Zhou Xian suddenly remembered what Wang Jin said just now, and he gradually realized in his heart.

Only by living to death can there be vitality.

Grit your teeth and stomp your feet.

Forget it, at worst, I will go to the border with that one.

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Qinzhou garrison camp.

Spears and halberds are like forests, weapons are clanging, Frost battle flags are fluttering in the wind, and there is a sound of hunting.

In the main camp, a handsome young man in his thirties was sitting in the position of the main general.

This person has sharp edges and corners, and his eyes are stern and stern.

He looked down at the kneeling lieutenant below, with a cold face and burning eyes, "How are you getting ready?"

The three school lieutenants respectfully bowed down, "Don't worry, the governor, everything inside and outside the state capital is under the control of our department. If you want to come, we will be well aware of any troubles that the prince has."

The face of the man who was called the governor eased, and then turned to look at a monkey-faced lieutenant beside him, "How is Patriarch Song's preparations going?"

The monkey-faced lieutenant grinned, "Don't worry, Dudu, hundreds of fire mines have already been planted in the city, and if a hundred of them are fired at once, even a real person will be hated!"

The governor's stern face softened, "That's good."

After he waved them back, he turned his head and looked at the silent military adviser beside him, "Is the old man really coming?"

The military adviser said confidently: "Don't worry, Dudu, since senior sent a message, it means that he is on his way."

The governor, who was only in his thirties, nodded his head slightly, "I went to Dongdu from Tiandu Peak to visit that person, and I have to rush from Dongdu to Qinzhou. It's really hard work for this old man."

"Hahaha, it's nothing more than being entrusted to be loyal to others, why bother." A loud laugh suddenly sounded outside the tent.

(End of this chapter)