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"Historical records show that after the regent Song collected money and sought secret treasures, it reached an almost crazy level. Within half a year after taking office, the Song family's warehouse was expanded again and again. Even so, there were so many colored glaze antiques that they couldn't put them down. In the end, they couldn't let go Do not transport them to other courtyards under Song Zhi's name.

It is said that Dayong's treasury reserves are less than half of that of the Song family, and Song Zhizhi is rich, so it can be imagined.

What is puzzling is that although Song Zhi is sitting on tens of millions of wealth, he still spends on food and clothing as usual. Dressed in cotton and linen clothes, on the contrary, he showed disdain for silk and satin. If someone met Song Zhi unexpectedly on the street, no one would have thought that the regent, who is so powerful and powerful in the world, is so simple. look like.

Speaking of this, there is also an intriguing incident mentioned in the wild history. It is said that Song Zhi has a eccentricity. He keeps a very ordinary white dress beside his pillow all the year round. He has to hold it in his arms and rub it for a while before going to sleep. Otherwise, you will toss and turn all night without sleep.

Song Zhi's love for this white dress is so incomprehensible to ordinary people, even if it is worn out, he will order it to be carefully sewed, mended, starched and washed, and then put away in a precious way. It is regarded by many people as evidence of Song Zhi's insanity.

As an influential figure in the Jingping period of the Yong Dynasty, Song Zhi has always been the object of attention of all historians, and his life and deeds have been repeatedly explored. It is a pity that there are too many mysteries lingering in Song Zhi. It's been a long time, and sometimes it's impossible to start.

For example, what happened to Song Zhi in the last years of Wenchang, which caused his temperament to change drastically?

For another example, Song Zhi was as rich as a country when he was alive. After his death, Emperor Jing Ping turned his face and ruthless. He once took the opportunity to send people to search Song's house. Why did he only find some gold, silver and jewels in the end, but those priceless rare treasures were missing? And fly? "

The sun was about to fall, and the orange-yellow afterglow fell down. Zhang Shaoheng sat on the rattan chair with a relaxed expression, picked up the white porcelain cup, took a sip of coffee, sighed softly, and summed up his words: "So, the things of the ancients, Who can tell clearly."

Song Qingzhou listened with an expression on his face, but his mind was turbulent inside. No wonder Song Xiuming insisted on letting him come to Zhang's house, maybe he put all his hopes on the missing treasure, right?Oh, it's really a good idea.

The two were talking, when there were sudden footsteps on the stairs, Mrs. Zhang, who was wearing a dark red silk Tang suit, walked down slowly, and asked loudly from a long distance: "Where is Qingzhou, didn't you say Is the kid here, where is he?"

Zhang Shaoheng smiled at Song Qingzhou, got up first and walked over, helped the old man and said with a smile: "Grandpa, don't worry, Qingzhou is here."

Because today is the old man's birthday, Song Qingzhou is dressed very formally. The well-tailored suit outlines a thin and slender figure. The advantages of wide shoulders and narrow waist are vividly highlighted. In addition, the eyebrows are handsome, revealing the rare youth. Fortitude and calmness, just stop at will and you will be Zhilan Yushu, dragon and phoenix among people.

Mrs. Zhang put on her reading glasses and stared at him for a while. She didn't know what to think of, and suddenly her eyes turned red, and she choked up and said, "Okay...okay, he's a good boy, and it's not in vain that Minmin lost his life for you ..."

Zhang Shaoheng smiled and comforted him: "Grandpa, it's not easy for Qingzhou to come to the house. You still scare him like this. Be careful that he won't come to see you in the future."

Song Qingzhou saw the old man's weathered temples, and thought that the other party was his grandfather, so he tried his best to hook the corners of his lips, and nodded politely: "Grandpa, happy birthday." After speaking, he held the prepared gift in both hands and handed it to him. past.

"You child..." Mrs. Zhang sat down on the sofa, wiped away tears, and looked at Song Qingzhou with loving eyes, but complained half-truthfully in his mouth: "I just called you to have a potluck, to cook Why are you so out of touch."

Song Qingzhou was not good at words, and when he heard the words, he just said in a flat voice: "It should be."

Several people sat down as guests and hosts, and the servants brought out plates of delicious food. Mrs. Zhang was very happy, and used half a bowl of bibimbap more than usual. In the end, Zhang Shaoheng was afraid that his stomach would not be able to bear it, so he tried his best to persuade him .

After drinking and eating, everyone moved to the living room to drink tea and chat. Mrs. Zhang looked at Song Qingzhou, with a smile of open-mindedness, and said bluntly: "Song Xiuming is a smart man, but unfortunately he is too smart. He always wants to take shortcuts. I know, he is still thinking about the things left by his ancestors, right, hmph, the evil intentions are not dead!"

Hearing this, Song Qingzhou was calm and unconcerned, as if the old man said that Song Xiuming really had nothing to do with him, but Zhang Shaoheng was kind-hearted, worried about Song Qingzhou's embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you What are you talking about?"

Mrs. Zhang raised her head and took a careful look at Song Qingzhou. Seeing his calm and calm expression, she knew that the other party didn't care, so she continued: "Why do I want to say this, but Grandpa still has a few years left to live, and there are some things that I won't explain any more. It's too late..."

"Grandpa!" Zhang Shaoheng heard his words ominously, his eyes showed worry, and couldn't help interrupting Mrs. Zhang.

"It's okay." Mrs. Zhang waved his hand and continued: "The Song family has been hostile to us for many years. Song Xiuming had been reluctant to let Qingzhou get close to us before. This time he suddenly agreed. I'm afraid it was because of the key."

Song Qingzhou lowered his eyes and looked at his hands on his knees: "He said that it belonged to the Song family."

"Bah!" Mrs. Zhang was furious when he heard the words, his chest heaved and trembled violently, his bark-like dry palms grasped his crutches, and said angrily, "Song Xiuming is a character anyway, so why can't he show some face? Regarding the matter on the table, the ancestor Huai Su once said when he was dying, unless someone can pass the test, otherwise the Zhang family will risk their lives and let no one take the key away!"

Zhang Shaoheng explained in a low voice: "Huai Su is the Taoist boy who was adopted by the ancestors of Daoning. It is said that he encountered a famine when he was young and died of starvation on the street. After seeing this, the ancestors of Daoning felt compassionate and brought him back. Adopted by Xuandu Guan, the two are masters and servants in name, but they are like family members. After the death of Daoning ancestors, Huai Su wore hemp and filial piety to carry the coffin to the funeral, and once fainted in front of the mourning hall. Controlling the state affairs, resisting all opinions, insisting that Emperor Jingping decree Huaisu to be a national teacher, which shows that Song Zhi also has a lot of love for him..."

Song Qingzhou stroked the teacup, and said in a daze: "So, the Zhang family once produced two young national teachers?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shaoheng shook his head with a smile and said: "Yes or no, although the ancestor Huai Su was also a national teacher personally appointed by the imperial pen, he was already twenty-one when he took office. It is ridiculous to say that he can't be called a young man. Although the ancestor and Huai Su are father and son in name, the actual age difference between the two is no more than five years."

Song Qingzhou was thoughtful: "Really Huai Su has a good relationship with Prime Minister Song Zhi?"

The old master Zhang stroked his beard and nodded: "Song Zhi made too many karmic debts in the early years, and in his later years, all the civil and military officials wanted to get rid of them quickly. Only the ancestor Huai Su did not avoid suspicion. He visited him secretly several times, and the last time At that time, the ancestor Huai Su returned home with an extra key in his hand, and no one knew its origin and purpose. They only heard that Song Zhi suddenly disappeared not long after, leaving only his right and wrong for future generations to comment on..."

Zhang Shaoheng was puzzled: "Since this is the case, why did Song Xiuming believe that the key was used to open the treasure?"

Song Qingzhou frowned slightly with thick and bright sword eyebrows, and said softly: "Because it is recorded in the Song family tree that the Prime Minister Song Zhi has a key, which is worn on his neck every day, and never leaves his body for a moment. Someone once asked him why he is so careful... "

Zhang Shaoheng's interest was unknowingly drawn out, and he asked curiously, "What did Prime Minister Song say?"

"Song Xiang replied: This is the treasure of my life, how can I not treasure it?"

Mrs. Zhang listened quietly for a while, then stood up without saying a word, and walked to the study on the second floor. Song Qingzhou and Zhang Shaoheng looked at each other and followed closely behind.

In the quiet room, Mrs. Zhang threw away his crutches, opened the small door of the dark room himself, took out a small box with a simple and simple style, then held it on the table with both hands respectfully, and took out a jade pendant the size of a pebble.

The jade pendant is smooth and delicate. It is obviously a high-quality suet jade. It was carefully carved into a crescent shape and strung with a red rope. A dark red, as if stained with blood.

As soon as the jade pendant was taken out, Song Qingzhou's eyes were completely attracted to it, and he couldn't move it away. He asked, "What is this?"

Grandpa Zhang was silent for a moment, then replied hoarsely: "Ming Yuejue, this is a magic weapon left by ancestor Huai Su, child, come here and hold it with your hands."

Song Qingzhou acted according to his words, holding the curved jade pendant into his palm, feeling the gentle touch of the jade pendant, ripples appeared in his heart instantly, he looked at Ming Yue Jue with complicated eyes, amidst the frantic and strong heartbeat , almost out of control.

At this moment, Ming Yuejue seemed to come alive, and suddenly began to tremble slightly, and at the same time shot out a dazzling white light, but the blood droplets inside flowed up and down, and the color became more dark red, against the white jade color, like Very red plum blossoms in the white snow.

Zhang Shaoheng was surprised: "What's going on?"

"It turned out to be you, it turned out to be you..." Mrs. Zhang was also shocked by this accident, his weather-beaten face was full of surprise, and his expression was half a smile, half a smile, and half a cry. After being stunned, he said incoherently: " Mingyue Jue has recognized the Lord! I never thought that Qingzhou is the person we are looking for. The task that our Zhang family has carried on for generations has finally been completed! Great..."

Different from the excitement and disbelief of the grandparents of the Zhang family, the person concerned looked calm. He pinched Mingyue Jue between his fingers and looked around several times. His expression was very strange, and his eyes became darker and darker.

At the end, Song Qingzhou turned his head and smiled slightly at Mrs. Zhang: "Now, should you give me the key?"

Zhang Shaoheng frowned, and began to examine Song Qingzhou carefully. Why does he always feel that this person seems to be different? His aura seems to be more compelling. Is it an illusion?