The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 749
Song Xieyu sat on the pear flower wood chair, resting his chin on his hand: "With Xie An's ability, I'm afraid Xie Cheng is not the only one who can speak for him, right?"

At any rate, he was also someone who had fought with Xie Yang for the position of crown prince. In Dayu's court, there were still supporters. Centipedes were dead but not stiff. Although Xie Cheng was a little stupid, he was not so stupid as to stand alone.

Xie Chu glanced at Song Xieyu, and there was a faint smile in his cold eyes: "At that time, Xie Cheng and Xie An were helping Xie An to intercede, and there were a few scholar-bureaucrats and the old minister with strong humerus."

Song Xieyu laughed out loud, so many people pleaded for Xie An, but Xie Cheng was the only one who suffered. I am afraid that Xie Cheng would not accept it to the extreme, and his heart would be even more depressed.

"Of course, those old officials can't smash it, but why are the rest of the young ones all right, and Xie Cheng is unlucky? I'm afraid there are some other tricks in it?"

Song Xieyu opened his mouth leisurely, and took the words from Xie Chu's mouth. Those who can help Xie An to speak at this time are those who are as unpredictable as Xie Cheng, and those who stick to the rules and old laws. These veterans are difficult to deal with. Very soon, only the rules and etiquette are in my mind, and I have to use death as a lesson to persuade the Lord at every turn.

If Xie Ling dared to smash it, he might have to prepare a precious golden nanmu coffin on the spot to make amends in advance, so as to block the mouths of the world.

Xie Chu smiled lightly, and the Qingming in his hand trembled slightly because of his movements: "The late emperor died, not only Xie Ande came back, but Xie Cheng's father must also have some thoughts in it."

After being reminded by Xie Chu, Song Xieyu finally remembered that Wang An was such a number one person, he was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Dare to thank Cheng, this is to use Xie An's business to throw stones for my father to ask the way?"

If it was because of this reason, Xie Ling only hit him and it was indeed not wronged. Xie Cheng usually didn't seem to have any plans, but he didn't expect that in this matter, he had some tricks in it.

"The first emperor is dead, yet King An still wants to compete with his nephew for the throne?" Song Xieyu clicked his tongue lightly, with the word "admiration" clearly written in his eyes, and it took him a long time to come up with four words: "Also It's really... getting stronger and stronger."

Xie Chu was laughed at by Song Xieyu's precise description. Emperor Jing'an can be regarded as an extremely long-lived emperor, otherwise Xie Yang would not be forced to rebel at the door. He can experience the rebellion of two princes, and Emperor Jing'an is also considered There is no one before or after.

But I didn't expect that one mountain is still as high as another mountain. This King An was so determined to take away the brother of Emperor Jing'an, and he had the idea of ​​grabbing the throne. He was really persistent. It seems that he was not allowed to wear a dragon robe once. He will never close his eyes.

After getting the ins and outs of the matter from Xie Chu, Song Xieyu stopped pestering him, and went out the next day, waiting for the time to get the three-stringed piano. Yushu's eyes were sharp: "Princess, look, is that Huaiyin?" The king's carriage?"

After hearing her words, Song Xieyu looked downstairs and smiled: "What a coincidence, I wanted to take the piano and take Seventh Sister to Huaiyin Palace to visit my mother, but I didn't expect to meet my father here .”

After giving Yushu a look, the latter quickly went downstairs, and after a while, Song Qingshan strode over.

As soon as he came in, he saw the three-stringed qin in front of Song Xieyu, his eyes fixed on the qin, and then he looked away: "This is the three-stringed qin given by His Majesty? The strings are well modified."

Earlier in the main hall, when Hong Weiqin took out the qin, he had seen the whole picture of the qin, the strings of the qin were made of gilded silk, it was indeed dazzling, like black gold in the sky, dazzling.

But now Song Xieyu has made such a change, replacing the precious gilded silk with a black wood-colored ponytail. The body of the piano is black lacquered, with large flowing water and broken lines, which is more majestic and majestic, without the powdery atmosphere before. , Simple and solemn.

Song Xieyu fiddled with the strings a few times, smiled, and said nothing to Song Qingshan's praise: "Where did Daddy come from today? Coincidentally, Yu'er was planning to take Seventh Sister back to the palace to see Auntie , it was a coincidence."

Song Qingshan didn't hide from her, he gave a look to Jiang Zhong who was following behind him, and soon Jiang Zhong took out a thick stack of bills from his arms.

Song Xieyu took it and flipped it through roughly, and when he looked at Song Qingshan again, his eyes changed: "These are..."

Song Qingshan nodded: "They are all paintings, cloths, and shop receipts from pawnshops."

Of course Song Xieyu knew what was written on these bills. She was surprised why Song Qingshan suddenly remembered to spend money to buy these. Most importantly, these shops were not only in the capital, they were everywhere in the south and sea, even There are also pawn shops in the frontier.

There is no shortage of money-making shops in the Huaiyin Palace, not to mention the ones owned by grandmother, not to mention the few shops managed by his father himself, and there are also many shops that Xing Xiuyun married in as a dowry. There are not a few shops here.

Can Song Qingshan manage to buy these again?
Song Xieyu was confused, but Song Qingshan on the other end took a sip of tea calmly, and finally revealed the truth: "These are not prepared for Huaiyin Palace, these are prepared for your second brother."

Hearing Song Haoyan's name, Song Xieyu tightened his hand holding the bill, and a lot of thoughts flashed through his mind, before finally speaking: "Father wants the second brother to go into business?"

Song Qingshan didn't refute, Song Xieyu looked at the shops in his hands, and suddenly felt a little worried. Ever since his eldest brother was imprisoned, Song Haoyan had never been alone.

Although it didn't make much difference, Song Xieyu's attitude towards Song Haoyan changed a bit. Men are different from women. Although they are raised under the concubine's house, they are still under the supervision of their father and elder brother, and they have teachers to teach them the truth. Although the roots are a little crooked , mental instability, but in the end it is still saved.

In business?Song Haoyan's heart is higher than the sky, he always thinks about getting ahead, let him do business, is he willing?
Although Dayu's folk customs are open, there are still stereotypes in the scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen. The status of businessmen is still not very highly regarded.

Thoughts were changing, but it was only for a moment. Song Xieyu put down the pile of bills and land deeds in his hand, and when he spoke again, his tone was more cautious: "Dad, did you really think about it?"

No need to ask, Song Xieyu could guess that Song Hexuan probably didn't know about it, and if he did, he probably didn't know what would happen.

Song Qingshan put away the stack of land deeds again, and there was no hesitation on his majestic Chinese character face, obviously he had already considered it clearly: "Your second brother's bones are a bit weak, and he might cause trouble if he takes the official route. , it’s better to go another way, relying on the Huaiyin Palace, you will definitely not suffer.”

(End of this chapter)