When Wu Song saw Emperor Zhezong fall off his horse, he already knew something was wrong, and when he heard Yang Jian roaring, he was immediately startled. Emperor Zhezong's health was not good, and according to history, he died in January of the third year of Yuanfu.
It is now the autumn of the second year of Yuan Fu, a few months ahead of schedule.
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty also heard the emperor's death wail, and gathered around them one after another. Prime Minister Zhang Dun whipped him wildly with a horsewhip, shouting: "Send it to the imperial doctor quickly! Send it to the imperial doctor quickly!" Fan Chunren, the Minister of Civil Affairs, was the son of Fan Zhongyan, and the word "loyalty" was at the forefront.
He grabbed a knife and was about to chop the ministers to death to make way for the imperial physician, but Cai Jing snatched him away.
All the ministers were in a mess. Zhong Shidao was anxious outside and couldn't squeeze in. His eyes were red with anxiety, so he simply grabbed a simple knife and walked around the army with the knife, looking for Wu Song.
When Wu Song saw it, he took advantage of the chaos at Xuandemen and hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd. The high official stood alone in the crowd of onlookers who didn't know the truth, and was extremely annoyed: "Zhezong only died a few days early. Do you think you can kill me with a knife?"
?I wonder if I can still keep my position as the master of Tianji Pavilion..."
At this moment, I heard a voice beside me say in a crisp tone: "There are no heroes who made Shuzi famous! This court is a pile of useless wood from top to bottom!"
Wu Song hurriedly looked back. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the person talking. He couldn't help but be surprised. Suddenly he heard the voice again: "Where are you looking? I'm right next to you!"
Wu Song looked down and saw a seven or eight-year-old girl at his feet. She had a pigtail and two strings of bells on her wrists. She hugged her shoulders in an old-fashioned way and said, "Those people are all idiots.
I think you are tall and a man, so I came here to make friends with you..."
Wu Song curiously stretched out his hand, lifted her hair, and found that it was really a braid, not a product used by experts to disguise themselves, so he covered the little girl's head with a big hand, rubbed it, and said: "Little sister
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"Disgusting!" The girl rolled her big eyes up, gave him a double look, grabbed his hand, and said angrily: "Don't look down on me, I am also a hero wearing a scarf! You and I will fight together.
, at most a tie!"
Wu Song raised his arm, but the little girl didn't let go. She was hung up and kicked wildly. He said angrily: "Put me down! If you have the guts, let me down. Let's fight!"
"Will you come down if you let go?"
The girl glanced down and sneered: "It's too high. If I fall and hurt my legs, you won't be considered a hero even if you win!"
"I admire you!"
Wu Song put her down and covered her little head tightly with his big hands. The little girl was angry, waving her short arms and legs and kicking her around. After a long time, she realized that she couldn't reach her, and stopped angrily, puffing out her cheeks in anger.
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"Little sister, let's go with uncle. Uncle will buy you candies."
The little girl sneered: "Eating sweets doesn't count as a hero, I want to drink!" Wu Song picked her up, put her on his shoulders, walked through Xuandemen, and came to the street. The little girl saw a small stall and stretched out her arms excitedly.
He raised his hand, pointed at the hawker and shouted: "Candied haws on a stick! Candied haws on a stick! I want candied haws on a stick!"
Wu Song spent two large sums of money and bought two bunches. An adult and a child were biting sugar-coated haws. The little girl's language was extremely sophisticated, and she verbally talked about the methods of swords, guns and sticks, which was in line with the rules. Wu Song secretly marveled: "Where is your father?"
Position? How can you come out alone without fear of being abducted by human traffickers?"
"Daddy was on duty today, so I took advantage of my mother to relieve herself and sneaked out. I'm so smart, which trafficker could kidnap me?" The little girl took a bite of the candied haws and said in a loud voice: "Where are we going to drink?"
Wu Song was about to walk into a restaurant when suddenly he heard someone shouting from behind: "Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master! Why are you still here? Mr. Zhong is looking for you to fight!"
Wu Song looked back, but it was Lu Da and Gongshu Yanran who hurried over and said with a smile: "He can't find me? You guys came just in time. I was talking about going to drink with this little hero to relieve his boredom. Let's go together.
stop."
Luda couldn't help but admire his rough nerves and whispered: "The emperor is dead, so you have the leisure to drink! If my husband catches you, he will be beheaded at the Meridian Gate and cut into pieces with a thousand swords!"
"The people who accompany me to behead must be all the young and old of the Zhong family, as well as all the sergeants here!" Wu Song sneered: "Not reporting the knowledge is already a crime of deceiving the emperor, not to mention that the emperor was thrown to death! Although my husband hates me now,
But when I calm down, I don’t dare to tell anyone about it, because I’m afraid that my reward will be wasted.”
Gongshu Yanran sighed. They fought on the battlefield and the fame they finally gained was gone. Zhongshidao would definitely not reuse them in the future. Could it be that the fate of Gongshu can only be resolved after ten thousand generations?
"Don't worry, as an emperor and a courtier, Brother Yang is the general manager of Prince Duan's Mansion. After Prince Duan succeeds to the throne, we will still have a place to turn around."
Gongshu Yanran nodded in agreement and said: "I also saw that Zhao Guan's family was dying soon and would not survive the next spring, but I didn't expect that he would die like this. I'm afraid our Tianji Pavilion will also be gone."
When Gongshu Yanran said this, he suddenly saw Yang Jian holding a big black flag and running towards him angrily. He shouted from a distance: "Wu Erlang, where are you going? Hand over your head quickly!"
Wu Song smiled and said: "I'll chop it for you, are you willing to chop it?"
Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, took away the bone flag, and said: "For the sake of the two sisters, I will send your head to you for the time being. The official family does not have a few days to live, but because of your scare, it is only a few months ahead of schedule."
He died and King Duan succeeded to the throne. Tomorrow our family will introduce three people to King Duan. Hey, whose sister is this? She is so cute!" After that, he stretched out his hand to hug her.
But the little girl didn't like him. She stayed on Wu Song's shoulder and refused to get off. She said: "You look too fair and evil. You don't look like a good man. You don't want to hug me!"
"We are sworn sisters to you, and we have a lot of candied haws in our family!"
Yang Jian couldn't deceive the little girl, so he said to Wu Song: "Where did you abduct this stubborn girl? Don't tell our family, this is your daughter!"
When the girl heard the word "abduction", she immediately became alert. She looked at Wu Song several times and found that he didn't look like a human trafficker, so she accused Yang Jian and said: "Bad guy!"
Gongshu Yanran saw that the girl was really cute, so he reached out and took her off, and teased her for a moment. However, the girl liked her very much, and she was babbling and whispering. Gongshu Yanran raised her head and smiled: "Master, whose sister is this?"
"I don't know, I picked it up on the street."
The three of them had dark faces. How could they still pick up a little girl on the street? Could it be that this guy really abducted her?
"Little sister, what's your name? Which family do you belong to?"
The little girl struggled out of Gongshu Yanran's arms, clasped her hands in her fists, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "My dear Chen Liqing, my father Chen Xizhen is the governor of Kaifeng Mansion, and he lives in Bixie Lane. I haven't asked any of you for your names yet!"
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