[Quick Pass] Perfect Raiders

Wei Xun roughly understands the current situation in central Beijing, and it is a three-legged confrontation. Wei Xun is the balance point between the two aspects. Song Jin needs Wei Xun to maintain an upright ruling power. The court is dissatisfied with the control of Dongchang and hopes that Wei Xun will be in charge .

Or... just let Wei Xun die suddenly, and a new monarch will be established in the court. It is best to catch Song Jin all at once.

But the court that had been ravaged by the first emperor did not have the guts. Those who are really proud have long been uncomfortable entering the court as an official under the supervision of eunuchs.Except for Wei Xun's death, there is nothing that can threaten Song Jin. Even if Wei Xun dies, Song Jin can make a will to win a new emperor.

Under the tribute of the current dynasty, the Jin people multiplied and developed rapidly. They stared at each other, the world was in jeopardy, and Kyoto was in a state of intoxication.

No matter how heavy the dream is, there is a moment of waking up. Song Jin opened the dragon tent and asked Wei Xun to get up and eat something.

It's okay to eat, but Wei Xun has no intention of getting up.Leaning lazily on a big pillow, the whole person would sink into it.The big pillow looks extremely soft and makes people want to move.

Wei Xun opened his mouth to signal for Song Jin to feed, Song Jin was stunned for a moment, took the bowl, let it cool down, and then fed it spoonful by spoonful.

After feeding, Song Jin waited for Wei Xun to rinse his mouth, then opened the window, and the cold wind blew away the warmth in the room, and Wei Xun couldn't help but be paralyzed.

I put on a casual dress and stood on the window sill to look out. The sun was about to set.

Wei Xun was engrossed in watching, Song Jin stared at Wei Xun, and then heard the little emperor of daily literature and art say, "The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."

Wei Xun was half leaning against the window, thin and pale. The poem was really desolate. When Song Jin looked at Wei Xun, he felt that his expression suddenly became much darker, like an old man in the twilight.

"It will rise again tomorrow morning." Song Jin comforted dryly.

"It's different. Although today's sun and tomorrow's sun are the same sun, today has passed forever." Wei Xun's expression was inexplicable, with an alienated and strange smile that made Song Jin unfamiliar.

"If you can't change, learn to adapt." Song Jin said lightly.

In his life, this sentence is enough to make a microcosm.

In the little emperor's life, didn't the source of the tragedy all come from Song Jin?Who is willing to submit to the control of others?

Wei Xun laughed mockingly.

"Today is still long, Song Jin, I want to get up and study..."

"Your Majesty, take a good rest today, and get up to study tomorrow."

"Ah."

Three days later, when Wei Xun said in the court hall that he wanted some teachers to teach him, the whole hall was silent, and Song Jin was also silent.

"I feel that I have little knowledge. All of you who are able to be officials in the court are highly talented and rich in learning. Will no one want to be my master?"

"Your Majesty] is weak and sick, and should not be overworked."

"Where is the Taifu that my father pointed out to me? You have been absent from school for three years!"

"Your Majesty calm down, the old minister will go to the imperial study tomorrow." An old minister of His Highness knelt and knelt.

"Not in good health? Will you suddenly become ill at night?" Wei Xun asked suddenly.

"The old minister is in good health..."

"If you get sick tomorrow, don't come to court in the future." Wei Xun sat on the dragon chair and looked down at the officials. Although he was very thin, he was very imposing.

"Let's go."

Wei Xun got up and walked down step by step, Song Jin also followed behind.

"Whatever your Majesty wants to learn, I can teach you anything."

"Really?" Wei Xun looked back at him.

"When I am young and admire Ai, how about Song Jin teach me?"

"I think Mr. Song Chang should know very well."

"I don't know."

"Song Jin doesn't know... Then I will explore on my own and teach you."

"Your Majesty is about to get married soon, and the empress is about to enter the palace..." Presumably, the little emperor had lost his mind from taking medicine and dared to say anything.Song Jin tried to use Murong Wan to remind Wei Xun that you are about to get married, so you can't mess around on a whim.

"The empress is still young, I like older ones."

"Slaves are prepared for His Majesty." Don't you just want a woman?There are many maids in the palace, and when the little emperor dies, no one can blame Song Jin.

"Okay, if I'm not satisfied with what you've prepared, Song Jin will personally teach me about husband and wife..." Wei Xun said such words shamelessly, and Song Jin nodded in agreement.

Yanhuan is fat and thin, what kind of woman does the palace want?

"What does Your Majesty want to learn?"

"Cultivate one's morals and regulate one's family, govern the country and bring peace to the world."

"Then let's start with the Analects of Confucius."

"I've learned it, tell me about some major events that happened during the reign of the late emperor, and how the late emperor handled it..."

"promise."

The old minister obediently and cleverly started talking about the first emperor's entry into the court as the prince, and from noon to the afternoon, he talked about the first emperor's affairs in the household department.

"If your majesty wants to be in charge, you need to experience each of them personally."

"After listening to what you said, learn from the Six Parts."

"Your Majesty is really a good jade!"

"Stop flattering me. Cultivate your body and mind, pay attention to safety, and don't ruin your wisdom when you are old." Wei Xun reminded the old minister, hoping that he would be more cautious and not be murdered.

"Thank you for your majesty's concern, the old minister will save me."

The class was in another room, and Song Jin was not far away. If he wanted to, he could get closer and hear the conversation between the two.

Song Jin didn't know each other well. He, who knew the little emperor's physical condition, knew what Wei Xun was doing, and he knew that it was a useless struggle before dying.

Some things need to hurry up.

The wedding is approaching, and Song Jin brought a group of beautiful girls of all kinds, plump and round, thin and pitiful, small and cute, gorgeous, charming, delicate and beautiful, Wei Xun is the picky one.

"This is too fat."

"This is too thin."

"Short."

"Smooth."

"black."

"Not as good as Song Jin..."

Everyone Song Jin brought came to Wei Xun to pick out the faults, he clapped his hands, and more beautiful women outside came in for Wei Xun to pick.

The last one's face is so beautiful that it is extremely beautiful, and when she smiles, the room is full of brilliance. Wei Xun asked her name, and the beauty replied softly, "Qingcheng."

"The name is too inauspicious, I don't like it."

"All out!"

Wei Xun dropped the cup, and all the beauties retreated, except Song Jin.The tea was a little hot, and Wei Xun's hand was red, but he didn't know it, he looked at Song Jin stubbornly, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

"I don't want anyone else, I don't want anyone."

"Your Majesty, I will apply medicine to you."

Song Jin didn't answer Wei Xun's words, but knelt down, took the ointment and spread it evenly on the back of Wei Xun's hands.

That bit of pain was nothing to Wei Xun, Song Jin blew a few breaths, Wei Xun suddenly felt better and smiled.

"Thank you, Uncle Jin."

It had been a long time since Wei Xun called that, Song Jin was taken aback for a moment, seeing Wei Xun's sincere smile, his face warmed by the light, he felt a little relieved.

The little emperor was still a child.

Song Jin thought about the origin of the name. At that time, Wei Xun was still very young, thin and short, very small.

"You shouldn't be called Hua Nu, this name doesn't deserve you." Wei Xun was sitting on Song Jin's shoulder very seriously, and lightly patted Song Jin's head.

"The name given by the empress."

"The name given to you by your mother is not good. If it were me, I would have to choose a name like Junzhuo or Linxian." At that time, Wei Xunzhen was reading "The Book of Songs" for enlightenment, and he could talk about some literary things.

"What's the name your parents gave you?"

"Song Hibiscus. Song of Tang and Song Dynasties, Hibiscus of Hibiscus."

"It's very nice. Let me secretly call you Uncle Jin, okay?"

"Slaves dare not presume."

"It's fine not to let the queen mother know, Uncle Jin, I like you very much, so don't be too far away from me."

"promise."

It's a pity that time has passed so fast, and the little emperor is no longer the innocent and carefree child sitting on his shoulders.

Of course, Song Jin contributed a lot to this.