you are unspeakable

On the night when Song Cui returned to the mansion, Song Zhe stayed in the palace until midnight before leaving the palace. After he left, Emperor Mingde, who had been tense all the time, felt a splitting headache and sat on the dragon chair in a daze. When would Zhong Sheng leave? He didn't even know who came in.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

Zhong Sheng called several statements in succession, and then Dedi blinked: "What's the matter?"

Zhong Sheng saw that Emperor Mingde's face was very pale, so he said a few words of comfort, and then he got down to business: "Anxiang came to report, Song Jing colluded with the enemy, the evidence was conclusive, and it was revealed when Anxiang checked it out, Song Jing couldn't kill people, and led the army to enter. It’s gone in Changting.”

Emperor Mingde froze for a moment, put his palm on the side of the chair, trembling slightly where Zhong Sheng could not see.

"It has been verified that it is indeed collaborating with the enemy, not being harmed by others?"

"It's been checked, and the letters have been exchanged for half a month." Zhong Sheng took out the package that Anxiang sent back from his arms, and presented it in front of Emperor Mingde: "Song Jing was dissatisfied with Dachang's war with Shuhai, and Shuhai lost to Dachang. People went to ask Changting for support, Changting Shanyu was still watching, Song Jing wrote a letter in person, asking Changting to send troops between the lines, but whether Song Jing was instructed by Song Taiwei, I don’t know yet.”

Emperor Mingde didn't look at the evidence presented, and he continued Zhong Sheng's words: "Once Changting sends troops to reinforce, and the battle between Dachang and Shuhai changes, if Shibang loses a few more games, the officials in the court will definitely complain. I put pressure on it, and when that day comes, this battle will never be fought... Changting is waiting for Dachang to fight internally."

Zhong Sheng looked heavy.

"On the day when the good news came, Song Zhe and the others had just left. Song Cui went to the palace to see me. He told me that there was a way to force Song Zhe and the others to agree to support Shibang. The accusation of treason will never make them stand up," Emperor Mingde said indifferently: "I am wondering if these evidences are part of Song Cui's scheme."

Zhong Shengwen was startled: "Your Majesty, do you want to check Song Cui again?"

Emperor Mingde closed his eyes: "Call him into the palace, I have something to ask him."

Song Cui got into the palace carriage without stopping, and when he arrived at Changle Palace, Zhong Sheng asked him to go in with a blank face. Song Cui saw Zhong Sheng's expression and showed worry: "Is your majesty suffering again?"

Zhong Sheng saw that the worry on Song Cui's face did not seem to be fake, and his doubts in his heart were slightly dispelled, and his face also looked better: "Master Xiao Song will know when he enters."

Song Cui nodded, and lowered his head when passing by Zhong Sheng, the coldness in his eyes flashed past.

Emperor Mingde had been waiting for him for a long time, during which time Emperor Mingde finished reading the evidence presented by Zhong Sheng about Song Jing's collusion with the enemy and treason.

These evidences are flawless. If Song Cui hadn't been there that day, Emperor Mingde would have believed that Song Jing was treasonous.

But now he was filled with anger.

Not to Song Jing, nor to the Song family, but to Song Cui, he couldn't accept that Song Cui lied to him.

If Song Cui's sincerity these days is all false, then the pictures of kissing and sleeping in each other's mind that pop up in his mind from time to time these days have become jokes and conspiracies.

Song urged him to salute, and Emperor Mingde asked him to get up, his eyes met, and Emperor Mingde saw full of worry in those eyes.

"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell again?" Song Cui asked as soon as he stood up, looked at Emperor Mingde carefully, and saw his paler cheeks than before he left the palace, and the messy letters on the table , Song Cui frowned: "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said you need to rest, why are you so disobedient?"

Emperor Mingde didn't know how to say the question, he turned his head away from Song Cui's caring gaze, and said coldly: "Song Cui, please explain to me why you just said in front of me a few days ago that you want Song Cui If the family becomes a traitor, the evidence of Song Jing’s collusion with the enemy and treason can be sent to Kyoto in a few days? It will take nearly ten days to go from Changting to Kyoto, and it is only three months for Song Jing to lead troops to the border of Changting.”

Song Cui breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then he turned his attention to the messy letters on the table, looked at them carefully for a while, and said, "It turns out that His Majesty wants to ask the minister about this matter."

"Then what else do you think I would ask you? Why did you lie to me?" Emperor Mingde smiled angrily, "Song Cui, since the first time I saw you, you have done everything one by one. In front of me, advance is retreat, and I seem to be honest with each other, but what kind of situation is inside, I have no idea."

Song Cui's complexion changed, and he smiled bitterly: "After all, Your Majesty just doesn't believe me?"

Emperor Mingde looked at him coldly, with suspicion in his eyes.

Song Cui took a step back, went to the side and took down a sword hanging in the hall, pulled the sword out of its scabbard, walked up to Emperor Mingde, and held the sword horizontally in front of him.

"Your majesty's heart can be learned from the sun and the moon. I have already said that your life belongs to your majesty. Your majesty can take it anytime and anywhere." Song Cui pushed his arms forward, and the sword reflected the handsome eyebrows of Emperor Mingde , there was a little more condensation on the cold sword body.

"If your majesty doesn't believe in me, you can kill me now. I have no complaints. If you can die in your majesty's hands, you will have no regrets in this life."

"Do you think I dare not kill you?" Emperor Ming De narrowed his eyes, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he didn't reach out to take the sword.

"Your Majesty has never thought about it like this," Song Tui said calmly with a smile, "I have said it since the first time I saw Your Majesty, I am not afraid of death, let alone death in His Majesty's hands. What I am afraid of is Your Majesty's distrust. What I'm afraid of is that I won't see Your Majesty, what I'm afraid of is that Your Majesty won't understand what I want."

Song Cui's words were sincere, and Emperor Mingde felt a little struggle in his heart. His hand under his long sleeves was clenched into a fist. After a while, he took the long sword in Song Cui's hand with one hand. Emperor De put the sword across Song Cui's neck, and the mole on his side neck was reflected on the sword.

"I will give you one last chance," Emperor Mingde said indifferently, "Make it clear that you are coming to the capital to approach my purpose, otherwise, I will definitely kill you today."

Song urged not to move, not to retreat, not to be afraid.

Emperor Mingde held the sword steadily in his hand. From the first time to now, Song Cui has always been like this. Emperor Mingde can't see a trace of fear on his face.

"It's true that I was originally a spy of the Chang Court, it's true that I'm willing to deliver false news to the Chang Court for His Majesty, it's true that Song Jing is treasonous, but it's true that he wants to use this to lure the Chang Court to send troops, and it's true that I want to bring down the Song family. "Song Cui paused, staring at Emperor Mingde firmly: "My heart for His Majesty is true, I want to be by Your Majesty's side for the rest of my life, even if I just stay by His Majesty's bed, I feel at ease..."

"Shut up," Emperor Mingde interrupted Song Cui sharply, "I don't believe you."

"Your Majesty, has Song Zhe been here since I left?" Song Cui asked suddenly: "What did he say? Did he say that I was a wicked boy? Is he cruel?"

Emperor Mingde did not speak.

Song reminded him to acquiesce.

Song Cui chuckled lightly and said, "Your Majesty, do you know how the minister's mother died?"

Emperor Ming De guessed that there must be something hidden in it, but at this moment, he could not show his emotions too much, and said coldly: "You don't have to play tricks in front of me, you only have this chance."

"Song Zhe personally sent someone to beat her to death. In front of the minister, the minister was tied up, gagged and stood aside from the beginning to the end." Song Cui's voice did not fluctuate: "When she died, the waist below the waist The bones were shattered, the flesh was bloody, and the dark red blood flowed all over the courtyard, and I was five years old that year."