Chapter 890 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 32

Snacks, melons and fruits are all available in the carriage.

Xihe was sitting in a corner with his eyes downcast, beside Mr. Jiang and Song Mo, they had a good chat, from poetry and songs to antique calligraphy and painting, to fighting crickets.

Mr. Jiang was pleasantly surprised: "Oh, you know this!"

Song Gongzi smiled humbly: "There is too much time, so I understand a little bit, not as good as the old man."

Mr. Jiang quickly waved his hands, but the more he looked at Song Mo, the more he liked him. Seeing that his legs and feet were inconvenient, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He only said that heaven doesn't envy mediocrity, and Song Mo is so talented that this happened to him.

Xihe couldn't help but look up.

Song Mo smiled: "I met a genius doctor recently, and I think it won't be long before I can stand up."

Mr. Jiang was surprised: "Really?"

Song Mo nodded, and Mr. Jiang heaved a sigh of relief immediately, with a chrysanthemum smile on his face: "That's good, that's good, you and Dawa are brothers in the same family, and you two will support each other in the future, and you will definitely be able to carry forward the Song family."

the next day.

Xihe went to treat Song Mo's leg as usual.

Song Mo propped his chin: "Your grandfather is very protective of your second brother."

Xihe applied the dark ointment on his leg, taking it for granted: "It's been so long, of course I care..." Thinking of Mrs. Song, she closed her mouth.

Song Mo smiled, and turned to talk about things in the palace.

It is said that His Majesty's temper is getting worse. Originally, he delegated power to the Crown Prince for the purpose of making a joke. As a result, although the Crown Prince seemed to be dying soon, he persisted tenaciously and even completed the tasks assigned to him very well.

While the minister felt that His Majesty was too much, he admired the prince more and more.

"The prince has the appearance of a wise king"

"It's the body..."

In private, the ministers all talked like this.

Others didn't know what happened when they heard it, the emperor was very angry, and his new favorite concubine whispered in his ears every day, the emperor felt more and more that the prince had the intention of treason.

"He dares! I am the emperor!"

"But Your Majesty, the crown prince is getting older..."

boom,

clang,

The palace man knelt on the ground.

The emperor blushed, his chest heaving up and down with anger.

The concubine twisted her waist and stepped forward, her eyes bewitching: "Your Majesty calm down, but don't get too angry. If you are really angry, you will take away his power. Anyway, you are his father. What do you say? Don't you want to listen?"

So, when it was time to go to court, the prince was reprimanded again without incident.

The people on the throne were furious, the crown prince bowed his head and listened to the training silently, while several princes were watching jokes, this was not the first time that this kind of scene happened until the emperor was about to step down from the position of minister of the Ministry of Industry.

The prince suddenly raised his head: "Your Majesty—"

The emperor narrowed his eyes: "Why, you want to protect him?"

The prince pursed his lips, who in the whole dynasty didn't know that the minister of the Ministry of Industry was the elder brother of the princess? The position of the Minister of the Ministry of Industry is said to be important, of course not as important as the Minister of the Ministry of Households, but this is slapping him in the face!

Manchao Wenwu: ...is this going to be torn apart?

Xihe: "So in the end?"

Song Mo looked at the leg covered with plaster: "Yue'er, do you think I can stand up in a month?"

Xihe said 'hmm': "You can try to get up and take a walk."

Song Mo smiled, his eyes forming crescent moons: "Then what do you think of me competing for the position of Minister of the Household Department?"

Xihe:? ? ?

He was the Minister of the Ministry of Industry just now, why is he the Minister of the Ministry of Households now?

Besides, you are a gentleman in your twenties, no matter in terms of experience or ability, and your background is so-so, can you compete?

Xihe didn't say anything, but the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Song Mo shrugged: "I'm teasing you, you don't really believe it, do you?"

Xihe: "Hehe."

Having said that, within a few days, she saw several ministers in the courtyard.

A few ministers stood or sat in the courtyard full of vegetation, and the one in the middle was a man in a yellow robe in a brocade robe. Song Mo was sitting on a chair, and the servant girl who was serving him went to nowhere.

The courtyard door suddenly opened, and everyone looked over.

For a moment, Xihe didn't know whether to enter or leave.

Song Mo beckoned: "Yue'er, come here to see the young master and some adults." Then he turned to the others and said, "This is the distant niece of my second uncle's family."

As soon as these words came out, several ministers suddenly realized.

The matter of the Song family's second bedroom was aroused in Beijing. Isn't the distant niece the former false lady? Looking at Xihe, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Xihe walked over bravely, bowed his knees, and met several ministers one by one.

Song Mo patted the stool beside him, motioning her to sit down, and then continued the previous conversation with the ministers. The minister's eyes swept over, and Xihe suddenly felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

The conversation lasted all afternoon, and the ministers did not go back until dark.

The man in the yellow robe walked at the back, stopped, and looked at Xihe: "I haven't thanked Miss Yue'er for saving my life."

Xihe subconsciously looked at Song Mo.

The crown prince smiled: "I don't blame Zimo, it's a lonely guess. It's more certain when I see it today."

"I never thought that Miss Yue'er is so young, but her medical skills are so amazing."

Xihe blinked, guessing that it must be when she was being treated, the prince heard her talking in a trance, and he recognized it when he saw her today.

She hurriedly saluted: "The auspicious prince has his own heaven, even if there is no moon, he will save himself from danger."

The crown prince smiled, turned to Song Mo and said, "Miss Yue'er will be taken care of by you Zimo for the time being, and in the future... I will reward you for your merits."

Song Mo cupped his hands: "Follow the crown prince's instructions."

The door opened, and the prince was surrounded and left.

Xihe looked at his back and rubbed his chin: "Is the prince completely paralyzed?" Rewarding for merit? That's not something a good son should say.

It seems that the prince was completely disappointed with the emperor and decided to stand up.

Song Mo played with the folding fan: "The situation is not optimistic now. There was news two days ago that there were traces of investigations at the border. Naturally, the prince can no longer just sit around and wait for death."

He didn't tell her that he and the prince are close friends and know a lot about the prince.

The prince has never been an 'obedient' prince, but he probably never imagined that someone would really want to destroy him completely.

Since he is not benevolent, don't blame him for being unrighteous.

The emperor's family has never had real love, and it was him who had a look in the past.

But Xihe still didn't understand why Song Mo suddenly called someone here and introduced her.

Song Mo suddenly blushed: "You really treat yourself like a prince, why don't you investigate anything?" He is the only one who can do this. Who are there around him? Who did you contact again? You can find it out with a little research.

Instead of being passive, it is better to take the initiative to stand up.

He added: "In this way, it will be convenient for you to do anything in the future."

The most important thing is that if someone really dares to bully her, someone will stand up for her without him taking action.

And the reason is aboveboard, she got it by her own ability.

Song Mo pretended to be helpless: "I want you to rely on me, but you don't agree, what can I do."