Ghosts are not evil

Chapter 39

Song Dingjun was born in troubled times and grew up in peace, with a sense of decisiveness in his flesh and blood.

In front of Zichen Palace, civil and military are divided into groups. Look at his eight sons, which one is not related to the family, which one has no support from his mother's family behind him, only he is still lying in the East Palace. Emperor: "I haven't explained some things clearly, so I urgently summon all the ministers."

Song Dingjun sat on the throne with his hands together, inspected for a week, and then said: "The matter of redundant staff in the central government and various places has been delayed until now, and less than a hundred people have been laid off." The memorial that was placed on the case earlier asked: "It's been two years since the Qiantang River embankment broke ground. It's time to change your old habit of reporting good news but not bad news." Throwing one by one: "Look at them all, come out and claim them yourself."

Song Dingjun waited patiently for a long time, all the ministers of His Royal Highness were silent, no one came forward, Song Dingjun jumped up at the table, and said angrily: "Why don't you dare to admit it, I'm not dead yet, General Qin's bones are still buried in the ground Tou, you are rushing to bury the queen, why, you want to send an extra coffin to the prince."

After a long time, Song Dingjun supported the case with his arms closed, and sighed with closed eyes: "I have been in office for more than [-] years, and I am afraid that I will lose the world, but you want to leave a bad name for thousands of years. After you die, let the world step on the tomb to criticize and proclaim your edict."

"With Liangde, the king will come to all nations. I will be blessed by the legacy of the first emperor and the destiny of the heaven and the earth. I hope to achieve prosperity in the world. I don't have a day's leisure, but I worry about work and worry, and I am sick and sick. Then I came to Dajian. The crown prince A certain, gentle and gentle, wise and long-lasting, benevolent and filial, will surely prosper the fortune of the country. I have always had the trust of an heir, and I can succeed the emperor. The emperor's brother, Cheng Wang, is the nephew of the first emperor, and my beloved brother, Benevolent, filial, respectful and thrifty, it is known in the world that if the prince loses something, he can take the throne before him to show the glory of his predecessors. If the king of Cheng does not accept it, he will be the son of the king of Cheng, and my sons will not be able to inherit. Life and death have There is no escape from ancient times, and the system of hills and mausoleums should be kept simple. Officials outside the country should stop at their own places to mourn, and they are not allowed to leave the government without authorization. After three days of uniforms, they should be removed. All towns along the border should be engaged in gold leather, and there is no need to mourn. Lai left and right assistant prime ministers, Di Sui Wanbang, counseling your subjects, caring for me with all my heart."

After the edict was announced by the chief inspector, Song Dingjun said to the ministers who knelt down in two rows: "It's all gone, go back and think about it."

Song Dingjun sat on the dragon seat, looked up at the golden roof of Zichen Hall, bid farewell to something, then slowly closed his eyes, letting go of the joys and sorrows of this world.

The old eunuch leaned over and called out two sentences: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." No one responded, and he called out to His Highness full of grief: "Your Majesty...death."

Someone shouted: "Father Emperor." Someone whispered: "Your Majesty." The emperor on the seat couldn't hear it anymore.

All the officials and kings were in the palace, the emperor ascended the hall, there was no heir in the inner palace, the crown princess Yan Min performed the funeral, the palace gates and city gates were closed, the princes and kings cried and worshiped, and all the officials came to His Highness crying.

The intention of Emperor Daxing to pass on the throne to the crown prince is self-evident.

The new emperor came to the throne leaning on crutches, and before the ministers raised their voices, King Cheng was the first to kneel down and change his name to Song Xi: "Your Majesty."

Is being an emperor a blessing or a hardship?In King Cheng's opinion, it is the most troublesome thing in the world. Besides, Song Wang doesn't want to throw this hot potato to his son, so why don't you hurry up and push His Highness the Crown Prince up there, regardless of whether he is lame or not? Just turn.

The enthronement ceremony of the new emperor will be held on the first day of next month. Today is the morning court, and Song Xi invites King Cheng to the apse. The trick is to send Song Wang back and drive Song Ling back. Uncle Emperor, if you don’t agree, I have no intention of letting you go today.

Song Wang evaded and said: "Zixin has not been in the court for many years, and now His Majesty wants him to come back. Isn't it difficult for someone to force him?"

Song Wang really didn't want Song Ling to come back and wade into this muddy water.

Song Xi said sincerely: "Uncle Huang misunderstood, I didn't want Zixin to come back to be an official and serve me, but I just wanted to meet him and comfort the lovesickness."

Song Ling got the nickname Zixin three years ago, and Song Xi often said it in his heart, and it was especially smooth when he called it.

Song Wang didn't understand why this was so, he just thought it was an ordinary brotherhood: "Your Majesty's words are serious."

Song Wang turned back and wrote a family letter to Song Ling. This letter first reached Shen Qiubai's hands. The enthronement of the new emperor is indeed a big event. Song Ling is twenty-four this year, and few children from aristocratic families wait until they are 21 years old to perform the coronation ceremony of.

Song Ling rushed back to Wangyou just after the crowning ceremony, and in such a hurry, Song Xi must have provoked him again, so he went back to Wangyou to hide.

Now that Song Xi is enthroned, she wants to know who is urging Song Ling to return to Beijing.

Song Ling had frequent nightmares recently, asking himself if he hadn't done anything wrong, but seemed to have provoked something unclean. He had many dreams at night and lethargy during the day. Shen Qiubai had seen it a few times, but he didn't know why, so he had to open it. A prescription for calming the nerves, let Song Ling decoct it day and night.

At dusk, Xie Yin brought Anshen Soup into the room as usual to Song Ling. Song Ling leaned against the window and fell asleep in a daze, his brows were tightly frowned, his expression was very ferocious, as if he had been haunted by a dream, Xie Yin called softly He said a word.

Song Ling suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep, and they were covered with bloodshot eyes. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xie Yin's neck tightly, cursing viciously: "Demon girl, I want you to die."

If it wasn't for the decocting boy who heard the movement in the room and took a second look, calling for someone to pull Song Ling away in time, I'm afraid that silly girl Xie Yin would have lost her life for nothing.

Seeing this, Shen Qiubai was afraid that Song Ling would accidentally hurt others again, so he had to use a soft cloth to tie Song Ling's hands and feet to the bedpost first.

The letter was delayed in Shen Qiubai's hands for several days, Song Ling's condition has not improved, Shen Qiubai didn't know how to reply to Song Wang.

It's okay during the day, but at night Song Ling will make a fuss. The elder aunt in the valley said that Song Ling's situation is like a ghost, and there is no other way at the moment. Shen Qiubai would rather believe it, so he made a special trip to Qingliang Mountain , reverently invited a Taoist priest named Qingjingzi, thinking of getting Song Ling out of bad luck.

Qingjingzi also pointed to Song Ling's third dantian acupoint, Jianggong Yingling, but it did not form a pill, nor was it popular. He was a person who borrowed the spirit to return the yang: "The yang fire in the middle is not strong, so that the yin and evil enter the body, but in the dark, It has its own spiritual weapon to protect each other. Although it is left by the immortal family, it is a weapon of the underworld. Its body devours the yin. The sky lasts forever, because it does not live on its own. Bao, know the constant tolerance, tolerance is the public, the public is the whole, the whole is the sky, the sky is the way, the way is long, the body is not perishing, this child has a predestined relationship with the sky, and the words of the poor way are all here."

After finishing speaking, Qingjingzi got up to bid farewell to Shen Qiubai, and left the valley to return to the palace. Song Ling's strange illness was cured that night. It is really no wonder that the world is so big.

The Daoist schools all over the world entrusted Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole and the Taishang Laojun to teach Taoism and evolve into the Eight Immortals.

The Tao of Purity taught by the Qingliang Sect was created by the Daoist Qingliang, the thirteen disciples of the Taishang Laojun.

Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole is named Taiyi, and there are ten underworld kings who are in charge of the underworld, who are ghosts and gods.

All the dead souls in the world are under the jurisdiction of the Nether Division. This golden bell has a breath of the emperor's spirit. The wandering ghosts absolutely dare not approach easily, but the ghosts are willing to take risks.

Shen Qiubai and Xie Yin guarded Song Ling by the bed for a whole night, until Dongfang vomited white, Song Ling was fine, Shen Qiubai asked Xie Yin to go back to rest first, Xie Yin nodded and got up, and went back with a lot of thoughts.

She was abandoned by her parents when she was born. Her adoptive father picked her up and taught her how to use a knife and how to kill people. He never told her whether it was wrong or right, so she didn't think it was evil.

If there is a distinction between good and evil in this world, then the kindness in the world comes too late. She finally understands what is the right way in the world, good and evil are rewarded.

Song Ling woke up in the afternoon and saw Shen Qiubai guarding the bedside. He couldn't remember what happened these few days, so Shen Qiubai didn't mention it, so as not to cause trouble, he just handed over the letter to him.

Song Ling saw that Song Xi was going to ascend the throne on the first day of the first lunar month, and only after asking about it did he find out that it was already the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month.

"If you want to go back, pack your luggage tomorrow, so that you don't have to catch up with the schedule and get sick again." Shen Qiubai was worried about his mother's heart.

"What am I going to do when I go back?" Song Ling pinched the thin letter paper, annoyed.

"Do you really think that the capital can hold Song Xi? He can ask your father to intercede for him. Have you been hiding for three to five years, or for a lifetime? What's more, you have a clear conscience?"

"I..." Song Ling asked me for a long time, but I didn't know why.

Shen Qiubai resented iron and steel and said: "Now that he is enthroned as emperor, can he do whatever he wants? You really don't want to miss the old relationship, but you should make a decision. I don't think you two can figure it out. You have to be so exhausted. Life But for decades, some five years, some ten years. Song Xi or Xie Yin, you have to choose one, if you choose neither, everyone will be injured, there is never the best of both worlds in this world."

It is rare for Shen Qiubai to say a few harsh words to Song Ling, but what he said was unreasonable. He has always only had one Song Xi in his heart, and Xie Yin was just picked up by chance out of pity in his heart. Doing evil makes no difference in Song Ling's eyes.

Song Xi always made him at a loss. In the past, and now, he, the older brother, made a big mistake first, and didn't know how to repent, making mistakes again and again: "There is nothing to compare with, look at me For the rest of my life, if I can't make money, I can't make it, if he still cares about it, even with interest, I will pay him back."

"You said it lightly." Shen Qiubai didn't know what kind of piss Song Ling was, and he said it was ten points, but he only dared to make three points.If you can procrastinate, procrastinate;

Song Ling's face collapsed as soon as he heard it, and he buried his head in the brocade quilt without giving up, and said, "I'll let the medicine die."

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