you are unspeakable

Emperor Mingde lowered his head, his eyes wandered around the young man's serious eyebrows.

"How should I trust you?"

Song Cui bent down, and gave Emperor Mingde a deep kowtow. His forehead hit the cold ground, making a dull sound. When Song Cui raised his head again, his forehead was already bruised.

"Twelve years ago, at a distance of 12 meters from the tea shed in Mojiao Mountain, Kyoto, the grass people knelt down and begged passers-by to give Boyin to bury their mother, but the passers-by ignored them, and even humiliated them in public. Hand, hand over ten taels of broken silver to the grass people, so that the grass people can buy a coffin for the deceased mother, and bury the dead mother.

After Emperor Mingde listened, his thoughts seemed to return to the light rain in late autumn that year, outside the tea shed for people to rest and drink tea at the foot of Mojiao Mountain, the child kneeling on the side of the road with stubborn eyes, beside him was his dead mother wrapped in a straw mat, On the other hand, he was wearing a dark gray singlet, and his pale face was covered with resignation and sadness.

Emperor Ming De was not a meddling temperament, not to mention that he was just the second prince who was not favored back then, he suffered a huge mental injury that day, was escorted back to the palace by the former emperor, and was resting in the tea shed in Mojiao Mountain.

Emperor Mingde in the tea shed that day was full of resentment, pain, sorrow and unwillingness. He hated his father and emperor, and even more hated those civil servants who proposed to use women's marriage in exchange for the stability of the border. His mother and concubine were women from Jiangnan, and they were born weak. , The beauty of the country and the city, the first emperor toured the south, fell in love with him at first sight, and brought her into the palace. After giving birth to Emperor Mingde, he was named Concubine Yi.

That year when the envoys of the Changting royal family came to Chang, the late emperor hosted a banquet. Concubine Yi was favored by Prince Changting, who was among the envoys. Discussed with all the ministers in the court, the military officials said, war, not to be humiliated by peace, but Dachang's national strength is insufficient, the civil servants beat up and down, not only did not fight, but also felt that it is worthwhile to exchange a concubine for border security, the first emperor After a little deliberation, I agreed.

Emperor Mingde was furious when he heard about it, and begged to see the first emperor overnight, but the first emperor knew he was ashamed of him, so he did not see him. The 16-year-old Emperor Mingde knelt outside the hall for a whole night, and the late emperor did not change his mind.

In a few days, the former Emperor Yifei died suddenly in the palace and was buried hastily.Immediately afterwards, Concubine Yi, who was already 'dead', was quietly sent to the marriage team, all the way north.

Emperor Mingde secretly followed the marriage team for a long distance. The mother and son met each other across the escorting crowd, each with tears in their eyes, and Emperor Mingde's eyes were red. The country is governed in a prosperous and prosperous way, and it is necessary to fight, destroy the court, and wash away the humiliation suffered by the mother.

Concubine Yi loves herself and does not want to be humiliated. Che Luan committed suicide by swallowing gold in the car just after passing the border of Dachang. The news soon reached the ears of Emperor Mingde. He wanted to go to the Changting Court to avenge his mother, and he wanted to bring back his mother's body, but he had only passed Mojiao Mountain on horseback before he was chased back by someone sent by the late emperor.

Concubine Yi is dead, pun intended, even if this woman is just a corpse, she will never be able to return to her homeland.

When they came back, the group rested in the Mojiao Mountain Tea Shed. The young man who had just lost his mother and was escorted back to the palace turned around and saw the child begging for silver to bury his mother.

He saw how similar his eyes were to his own. The boy who lost his mother walked over and knelt down, took the boy's hand, put twelve pieces of silver on his hand, patted his head, and then Without saying a word, he got up and left.

If he hadn't seen Song Cui's black and white eyes and the mole on his neck, Emperor Mingde would not have remembered meeting such a child.

"Caomin never dared to forget what happened back then." Emperor Mingde's long silence did not make Song Cui flustered. bottom of my heart."

Song Cui's opening again interrupted Emperor Ming De's memory, and his eyes fell on Song Cui's pitch-black head again.

"How did you know that I was the one who buried your mother's broken silver back then?"

"Cao Min is the son of the Taiwei. During the hunt that year, Cao Min was stubborn. He secretly followed Song Jing, the son of the Taiwei, and joined the hunting team. I was lucky enough to meet His Majesty, but at that time His Majesty was riding on a maroon horse. He didn't pay attention to his surroundings and didn't remember. Grassroots." Song Cui explained: "Your Majesty's handsome appearance is unforgettable."

Emperor Ming De never thought that there was such a fate between him and Song Cui.

He hunts, and indeed he often likes to ride bay-red horses.

"I know," Emperor Mingde turned and walked out: "Go back, remember, I will personally send someone to verify what you said today, and if what you said is half a lie, I will sentence you to death. If what you said is true, then you can use your tricks." Emperor Mingde stopped at the threshold, "It also depends on whether you have the ability to win the title of champion of martial arts first."

After saying that, Emperor Mingde left in a flick of his sleeves, leaving only one person in the hall, Song Cui.

After a while, Zhong Sheng hurried over from the outside, bent down and whispered to Song Cui who was still kneeling on the ground: "Young Master Song, Your Majesty has already left, get up quickly, this old slave will send you out of the palace."

Song Cui nodded, stood up from the ground, and cupped his hands at Zhong Sheng: "I don't know your father-in-law's name."

"Mian's surname is Zhong."

"Lord Zhong," Song urged respectfully and politely, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Seeing the humble and polite appearance of the young man in front of him, Zhong Sheng was satisfied: "Your Excellency, you can't be a slave, but Mr. Song will be your slave, Mr. Zhong."

The two exchanged greetings and left the palace.

He said he was sending Song Cui out of the palace, but Zhong Sheng's identity, Song Cui couldn't afford him to see him off in person at this moment, Zhong Sheng only sent him out of Changle Palace and then hurried back to the imperial court to serve him, this time he found His Majesty's mood Displeased, Zhong Sheng was puzzled, and hurriedly poured a cup of tea and brought it over: "Your Majesty, have a sip of tea."

Emperor Mingde served the tea, slowly skimming off the froth.

"It's not the first time I and Song Cui have met," Emperor Ming De sighed softly, "He and I... Forget it, Zhong Sheng, let Liu Shibang enter the palace quietly, and don't let anyone know."