Double Bi

After Yinzhu prepared clothes for Song Xun, Song Xun went out alone, and when he came back, he had an envelope in his hand.

Seeing Wei Cheng guarding Zhao Ye's room, Song Xun asked, "His Highness is back?"

Wei Cheng nodded.

Song Xun pushed the door and entered.

After Wei Cheng closed the door, Song Xun said to Zhao Ye with a joking smile, "Go to the stronghold of Chu Palace in Zhangzhou?"

Zhao Ye replied in the same tone, "Have you gone to Yunsheng Pavilion's stronghold in Zhangzhou?"

Song Xun handed the envelope in his hand to Zhao Ye.

"This is the integration of all the materials of the Zhangzhou prefect over the years. His Highness must have known the content in it. It's okay to read it a second time."

Zhao Ye took the envelope and put it on the table.

"What I mean is that although the governor of Zhangzhou is a little corrupt, he has done some practical things for the people in general. Let's leave it at that and go directly to Yangzhou."

Zhao Ye got up from the chair and was much taller than Song Xun.

"Collusion between officials and businessmen is no small matter!"

Song Xun didn't know about the messy things about the Zhangzhou Sheriff, but he was colluding with the Sheriff...it was the Song Mansion.

Zhao Ye grabbed Song Xun's wrist and lifted it up.

"The Song Mansion is the Song Mansion that abandoned you back then, right?"

Song Xun's hand hurt from Zhao Ye's grasp, he turned away Zhao Ye's gaze and remained silent.

19 years ago.

"Ma'am, come on!"

"Ma'am, please try harder!"

……

The maids came and went, and everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

The woman on the bed was pale, with bead-sized beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, and her lips were slightly parted.The woman clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, and the severe pain of childbirth made her unbearable.

"Miss, let's try harder!" said the old woman next to her.

"Ah!—" The woman directly tore the quilt.

Several midwives were busy, and kept saying those repetitive words.The old woman next to the woman looked at the young lady whom she had grown up with so hard. She held the woman's hand with her own hand, and with tears in her eyes, she choked up and said, "Miss, it's okay, it's okay..."

The production lasted for two days and one night, and on July [-]th—the July Half Ghost Festival, the young master of the Song family was born.

All the elders in the family felt that the birth of the young master was an ominous omen, and the woman's husband spent his days drinking and drinking, and had no real relationship with the woman, so he let the elders in the family go.

The woman still hadn't recovered after giving birth, so she ran outside the study and knelt down and begged her husband to save the poor child.

That night, it happened to be raining heavily, and the woman was kneeling outside the door with the baby in her arms.

After all, the man was not so heartless and cruel, and walked out.

"You go back."

"Master, I beg you to save the child!"

The man frowned, as if he was extremely annoyed by the woman.

"Accordingly, this child cannot be included in the family tree. Forget it, let me give him a name. Thousands of people trample on Xiaocao, so let's call him Cao, and take a cheap name to survive."

I don't know if the man thought that when the man gave the name, the grass is not only trampled by thousands of people, but also thriving, "the wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows again."And this baby in swaddling clothes obviously belongs to the latter.

Women don't understand anything, and he thought that the master was kind enough to let the child survive, and he was very happy.

But the baby was weak and sick because of being exposed to the rain all night outside the man's study.

What the woman didn't expect was that not long after, the elders of the clan came to make trouble again and wanted to kill the child. The woman was very frightened and sent the child back to her natal family.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and the child is three years old in a blink of an eye.

The child knew the humiliation of his mother very early in his memory.

The woman was just a woman from a Daoist family, and felt that the child was from the Song family, and it was impossible to live in her natal family for a lifetime, so she took the child back to the Song family when he was three years old.

The child lives in the mansion all day long, and even the servants look down on him, and are afraid to avoid him.He didn't look like a young master, and gradually realized that he was not welcome at home.

The elders of the Song family started planning to kill the child again, but the child was still completely kept in the dark.

One day, he was driven out of the room by a servant, found a bamboo basket, and got in.

He fell asleep, and when he woke up, he saw the scene in front of him.

A young man stood tall on the stone steps with a condescending expression on his face.A lady with disheveled hair knelt under the stone steps, kowtowing to the young man constantly.

They didn't know that a three-year-old boy was hiding in a bamboo basket and witnessed all this. The boy knew that the woman was his mother.

"Sir, please let the child go! If you want to kill or cut him up, I will do as you wish, I just ask you to let the child go! He is also your flesh and blood!..."

The young man dismissed it and said, "If you want to kneel, you can kneel, it's up to you!"

The woman's forehead was broken, and bright red blood was flowing, but she still didn't stop.

"Sanggong! Xianggong, do you have the heart to treat your child like this?"

"I can tolerate him living up to now is the maximum!"

The little boy hiding in the bamboo basket was very frightened and trembling all over...

At some point, the elders planned to sink the mother and child into the sea together. How could a woman and a child win against them, but the woman took the child and survived until the age of five!

She no longer has the energy to resist, and in the face of oppression, she chooses to compromise.The old lady next to her escaped with the young master privately after seeing this scene.

Finally, the woman was sunk in the sea.

The old woman knew very well that she could not give the young master anything, so she threw him in the suburbs, and after carefully instructing him to live well, she left, and she could only silently pray in her heart that the young master would meet a good family.

The wind blew the weeds here and there, and the boy was alone in the wilderness, and he was very scared.

In desperation and fear, a middle-aged man stretched out his hand to him, took him to the capital, taught him how to read and write, taught him poetry and poetry, taught him piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and various other things. The talent that a talented person should have.

This kid is so gifted that he knows everything.After the middle-aged man became a white-haired old man, the boy also grew into a handsome young man, and became his most proud student.

This boy is Song Xun.

This memory is the past that Song Xun is unwilling to face.

……

"Song Xun, tell me what you are afraid of!"

Song Xun also asked himself over and over in his heart, what is he... afraid of?

He should have been afraid of nothing!He has the guts to be the emperor's confidant, what is he afraid of?

Afraid of facing the past...

All the past events were like a deep knife in his heart, which made him extremely tormented.

Song Xun's eyes were red, but no tears fell.This look was more distressing than crying, Zhao Ye hugged Song Xun in a strange way.

He is taller than Song Xun, and his frame is wider than Song Xun, just enough to hold Song Xun in his arms.

"Although I don't know what you went through, it must be very painful."

Some pain, just bear it yourself.

So far, Song Xun has never thought of telling Zhao Ye these things, but just leaned in his arms.

What a warm embrace that is, like a dream...