Chapter 941 Song, Longevity
Crunch, crunch.
In the vast white wasteland, the mechanical and boring footsteps are like a never-ending lullaby. Although it may not make people fall asleep, it constantly deepens the fatigue in everyone's heart.
Even a man as strong as Sun Shaozong couldn't help but become impatient after a while.
He casually opened his collar and let the cold wind cut his chest like a knife. Only then did he feel a little more encouraged.
Seeing that everyone was still walking like zombies, he raised his voice and ordered, "Feng Xin, start singing a military song to cheer everyone up!"
Feng Xin, who was at the front of the team, paused, turned back and took off his mask, saying with a bitter face: "Sir, you see, we are facing the wind, and he...he can't open his mouth either."
"Then keep your head down and sing!"
Feng Xin had no choice but to hunch over to avoid the wind while shouting at the top of his voice: "Brothers, listen to my call: Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, fame, wealth and honor are dust and dirt - get ready!"
"Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, fame, wealth and honor are reduced to dust.
Looking at China, the people are suffering and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren.
Look at the world, it's full of barbarians. The imperfections of Heaven's will can be repaired by ordinary people.
A good man will leave his parents and live for the people, not himself.
Holding ninety-nine steel knives, I will not stop until all the Hu people are killed..."
The heroic singing rose into the sky, echoing in the mountains and forests with the cold wind, startling countless birds and beasts, and also making the accompanying Jurchens look at each other in confusion and great agitation.
Sun Shaozong had just shouted a few words when Xu Furen's followers hurried up with their hats on, saying that the master wanted to talk to Lord Sun.
Looking back, he saw the Jurchens' chief strategist, Hulibo, chasing after the carriage with his butt sticking up, constantly saying something, most likely protesting to Xu Furen.
Sun Shaozong snorted, walked slowly to the carriage, replaced the driver, and used a sharp look to drive the man back. Then he lifted the door curtain a little and asked with a smile: "Does Mr. Xu have any instructions?"
Xu Furen poked his head out of the car, his face sullen, his beard trembling as he exhaled a mouthful of hot mist: "You proposed to adopt the orphan of Helisule before, it's not impossible, but we must first find out how much influence Helisule has in the Zhesheli tribe."
Just looking at his expression, anyone would think that he was scolding Sun Shaozong because of the war song just now.
Sun Shaozong's face was stiff, and he turned his head to the side, as if he dared not speak out, but he said: "Of course, the court wants bargaining chips and handles, not to support a few good-for-nothings."
After considering it several times yesterday, Sun Shaozong still did not agree to Naxiyama's request - after all, this matter is not only risky, but also in obvious conflict with the court's policy of appeasement.
However, he immediately suggested that the Zhou court could adopt the son of Nashiyama and Helisule.
In this way, when Helisule's son grows up, whether he wants to avenge his father or intends to compete for the position of the chief of the Zhesheli tribe, the Great Zhou can naturally give him certain support.
Naxiyama tried to bargain several times but to no avail, and finally had no choice but to accept the condition.
So the two sides agreed that when the delegation returned from Jianzhou, they would secretly bring Helisule's son back to Da Zhou.
And then...
It was a sleepless night - Sun Shaozong rarely refused the fat meat that was right at his fingertips, especially this kind of delicious meat that was far away from him and for which he did not need to be responsible afterwards.
"Um."
Xu Furen's expression eased slightly, but to outsiders he still looked unhappy: "If there is a way, Sun Shaoqing might as well get in touch with that Hu girl on the way back. I heard that she was reluctant to leave. If you work with her a little more carefully, she can be a good chess piece."
As he spoke, his tone was already teasing, but his expression didn't show the slightest sign of abnormality, revealing his true acting skills.
Sun Shaozong said awkwardly: "I'm afraid you have misunderstood, old man. The woman is not reluctant to leave, but... she just has some inconvenience in her movements."
Upon hearing this, Xu Furen couldn't help but be stunned. After a long while, he shook his head and sighed, then shrank back .
…
Beijing, Jingren Palace.
Defei Jia Yuanchun stood sideways in front of the floor-length mirror, stroking her slightly protruding belly, her eyes so gentle that they seemed to be almost dripping with honey.
When several Taoists clamored that her baby must be a prince, Jia Yuanchun was actually very nervous, fearing that if she failed to live up to the emperor's expectations, she would end up in a more miserable situation than Concubine Rong.
It was not until a few days ago when the imperial physicians consulted and unanimously concluded that she was pregnant with a boy that Jia Yuanchun finally felt relieved.
As her fingertips lightly touched her slightly hardened belly, Jia Yuanchun couldn't help but have a thought flash through her mind:
Will this child be the future emperor?
"My lady."
At this moment, Baoqin's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "The servant is back."
Jia Yuanchun quickly moved her hand away from her lower abdomen as if she was burned. Then she calmed herself down and said, "Come in and talk."
Baoqin came in and locked the door carefully. Then she came closer and reported in a low voice, "I heard from Eunuch Xi that they did nothing else in the court today but discuss the "Popularizing Law in the Countryside"."
When she first arrived at Jingren Palace, Jia Yuanchun was famous for being oblivious to what was happening outside.
But since she confirmed that she was pregnant with a dragon son, she began to change, but still adhered to the principle of listening more, talking less, and doing nothing.
As for whether this principle will be exceeded in the future, it is hard to say.
"'Popularizing Law in the Countryside'?"
Jia Yuanchun raised her eyebrows and blurted out, "Could it be what Sun Jia Erlang reported last month?"
"Yes, yes, it was Sun Shaoqing who proposed it!"
Baoqin nodded repeatedly, but then became puzzled: "I heard that this matter has been suppressed for more than a month. It's neither too early nor too late to discuss it now when Sun Shaoqing is not in the capital. I always feel that something is wrong."
This time, Jia Yuanchun ignored her and just lowered her head and pondered silently.
The discussion of Sun Shaozong's proposal was done when he was not in the capital, which was clearly an attempt to suppress him and prevent him from leading the reform of the Dali Temple.
Considering the close relationship between Sun Shaozong and the prince, and now that he and Xu Furen have been "exiled" to a remote area, this speculation is logical.
but……
Your Majesty, have you been too 'drastic' in your actions recently?
I am only four months pregnant, but I am already suppressing the prince's party so vigorously. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am eager for quick success and instant benefits...
Could it be that...
A sinister feeling rose in Jia Yuanchun's heart. As the most favored concubine , she naturally realized that Emperor Guangde had worked so hard in Jingren Palace in the past two years that he had already suffered damage to his foundation.
On the one hand, he favors alchemists and pursues the way to immortality; on the other hand, he is so eager for quick success...
Could it be that His Majesty is going to die soon? !
