Shen Qianbai frowned slightly when he heard this, but after a moment he smiled and shook his head: "Leave the palace and go to Song Mansion."
"master."
The little eunuch seemed puzzled. Shen Qianbai strode forward and handed the token to the palace guard who was checking in and out.
After the two of them walked out of the palace, Shen Qianbaifang said: "I believe in the mother-in-law."
If the position is good, the mother-in-law will definitely plan for him. Now that the mother-in-law has never mentioned the chair again, it means that the chair is no longer suitable for him to grab.
Wanting to understand this matter, Shen Qianbai strode towards the Song Mansion.
"Master, look."
The two of them had just walked a short distance away when the little eunuch raised his head and pointed to the sky. Shen Qianbai followed his movements and looked up, only to see thousands of white papers floating from nowhere in the sky. On them, they said that the prince was trapped in Suhe, Emperor Wenhui was silent, and that the emperor in the palace was Write down everything about the concubine's sending off to Nanqing, Suncheng Chiyang's handing over to others, and so on.
"Stop looking and go home quickly."
"Is this true?"
"True or false is not something ordinary people like us can care about..."
People were passing by in a hurry on the street. Some of the wine shops that were open just now also hurriedly closed their shops after seeing the writing on the paper. Shen Qianbai picked up one from the ground and frowned.
"Master, who wrote so many things in one night? But is he dying?"
"It wasn't written."
The handwriting on the paper was exactly the same, and one could tell at a glance that someone had made a wooden rubbing.
"There's going to be chaos in Beijing."
Shen Qianbai stood up, sighed secretly and hurried to Song Mansion.
Tonight, the Song Mansion is brightly lit. Song Lan'an, Song Fu, British Duke Ming Huaxin and British Duke's fifth son Ming He are all in the main hall. When Shen Qianbai entered the hall, everyone stood up and saluted.
"Now is not the time to pay attention to these false etiquette. My mother asked me to come find my uncle, but now it seems that you know what happened."
Song Lanan nodded. Shen Qianbai had never seen him look so ugly.
Before anyone could say anything, the housekeeper of the Song Dynasty came to report that it was Yan Tongfu, the minister of the Ministry of War, Guo Qing, the left minister of the Ministry of Personnel, Zuo Zhengyan, the young minister of Honglu Temple, etc. They all handed over the invitations to the mansion.
Before these few words were finished, someone else came to report that at Jingshan Academy, the third young master of the Su family was leading a group of classmates towards the palace. The mistress of the Su family, Li Zhen, wanted to ask for some comfort from her young master. Got into trouble today.
Song Fu frowned. Hearing these words one after another, he knew that there was chaos in Shangjing, but he didn't know to what extent it would be. But where does he have the spare time to take care of Su She's affairs now? We can only ask the housekeeper to send some people to take care of those students.
"Sir, Master Zheng has gone to the palace."
Shen Qianbai frowned and said nothing.
Zheng Yunshan is Zuocheng of Zhongshu Province. Mr. Zheng was in his late thirties and had been ill for a long time.
The overwhelming accusations against his father were spread everywhere, but no one in the court, the important officials, or the people in the world, not even the students at Jingshan Academy, questioned whether it was true or false.
His father...
What is it like in the hearts of people in this world?
"That's all, why don't I and I enter the palace first? I think all my colleagues will be in the palace as well."
Song Lan'an spoke, and the British Duke nodded and they both headed towards the palace.
The two of them left, leaving behind Ming He, the fifth son of the British Duke. Minghe said to Song Fu: "My grandmother at home has three thousand elite soldiers, which were left to her by the late emperor. These elite soldiers are now camped in Beijing. The British Duke has Half the seal.”
Song Fu raised his eyes, knowing what he meant.
Sending troops without an order is tantamount to conspiracy, and without an order from the Holy Master, even if the eldest princess comes in person, the Beijing camp will not let anyone go.
It's just that Ming He didn't say this to him, but to Shen Qianbai.
Shen Qianbai knew Song Yuning's purpose of asking him to come to Song Mansion tonight, so he took out the third prince's golden seal from his pocket and handed it to Ming He.
"With this golden seal and the enlarged seal of the eldest princess, we should be able to mobilize troops out of the capital."
Song Fudao: "When will General Ming leave? There are hundreds of guards in my house..."
"I have three thousand tiger soldiers in my hands."
Shen Qianbai said calmly: "Master Ming, holding this golden seal, can go to Huben Camp to find Xu Moshan, the general of Huben Zhonglang."
Song Fu and Ming He were both surprised. Shen Qianbai lowered his eyes and felt sour in his heart.
He didn't know how his father treated others, but he always treated him kindly. These three thousand Tiger and Ben soldiers were handed over to him personally by Emperor Wen Hui after he was injured. Along with the Tiger and Ben soldiers' seal, there was an imperial edict from the emperor.
His father allotted the best land in Dongning to him. He was afraid that the prince would be interested in cutting down the vassalage in the future, so he even planned things for him in the next few decades.
Shen Qianbai gritted his teeth and was speechless for a long time.
Minghe took the seal of the Third Prince and performed the salute of a military commander with his hands clasped in fists, then turned and left.
"We have to go to the palace gate. Your Highness, do you want to accompany us?"
"I'm with my cousin."
The two of them looked at each other without saying anything, and both walked out of the house worriedly. As soon as Song Fu left the gate of Song Mansion, he saw a horse-brown carriage with rough cloth parked on the street. As soon as he stood still, someone got out of the carriage.
"Lan Jiu?"
Lan Yunhe was wearing a loose pine-frost green robe, and he smelled faintly of alcohol. Looking at this, he must have rushed here in a hurry without knowing where to socialize.
"Is it true or false?"
His words were vague, but his tone was very calm.
Song Fu and he were former classmates, and they had a close friendship. Otherwise, the Lan family would not have used Song Wan as a matchmaker to get Lan Yunhe to marry Miss Bai.
"it is true."
Lan Yunhe nodded: "I have asked my servants at home to prepare three thousand shi each of corn and fodder, as well as gold sores and other wound medicine to send to Suhe. If there is anything the Song Dynasty wants to bring to the border, it can be sent to the Lan family in the suburbs of Beijing. Zhuangzi."
Song Fu bowed his hands and could not say any words of gratitude.
Although the Lan family is a wealthy family, there is no need to wade into this muddy water. Being able to do this is admirable.
"General Ming, the British Duke, will lead his troops to Suohe tonight. If he can make it in time, the Lan family can accompany them."
"His Majesty's decree?"
Song Fu shook his head, and Lan Yunhe understood. He thought for a moment and said, "Let them go first. I'll prepare some more things in the city."
Since Emperor Wen Hui could send Concubine Jiang to Nanqing privately, he probably had no intention of sending troops. If the food and grass were just a drop in the bucket, he would have to prepare more.
"You two are busy first. If anything happens, I will come look for you."
After Lan Yunhe finished speaking, he raised his hands to Song, Fu, Shen and Qianbai and returned to the carriage neatly.
He was a free and easy man, and he didn't care that one of them was the current prince and the other was an official of the imperial court. After getting on the carriage, he stretched out a hand from the curtain, waved it casually to indicate that they didn't need to see each other off, and then left in style.
Song Fu sighed silently, and Shen Qianbai covered his face with his hands, wondering what he was thinking.
"Come on, let's go to the palace gate and have a look."
The two of them went to the palace gate together. They saw that the palace door was locked, and there were people kneeling on the ground outside the palace gate. The leader was the old lady of the Marquis of Chengyang in white clothes.
