bookrebus Chapter 738 Opportunities Don’t Come Often
Chapter 738 Opportunities Don’t Come Often
The next day, morning.
As expected, Emperor Qianwu also received the news reported by court officials about an epidemic in the south, and the court officials immediately began a discussion on the matter.
Daqian has been a country for hundreds of years and is quite experienced in the prevention and control of epidemics.
However, although this problem has been cured, it is difficult to eradicate and will always recur every few years.
The court officials were busy discussing countermeasures. When Song Tingshan, who was recuperating at home, heard the news, he suddenly became energetic and felt that God was helping him.
If he could come up with an effective solution at this time, he would definitely be highly regarded by Emperor Qianwu.
He propped himself up and thought about asking Wenren Zong to gather several of his recruited aides to discuss a strategy and come up with a definite countermeasure to the epidemic.
After everything is safe, he plans to take this thing into the palace. His Majesty will surely be moved when he sees that he is seriously injured but still concerned about government affairs and people's livelihood.
In this way, after a while, my true identity will be discovered by others 'accidentally'.
Song Tingshan had a very good plan, but unfortunately his body was not strong enough. He just managed to get up, but his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Songbai heard the noise outside the door and immediately rushed in to help him up: "Young Master!"
This time, Song Tingshan hit his forehead, and it became red and swollen.
"It's okay." Song Tingshan said in a low voice and was helped to the table by Songbai. However, because he had just been beaten with a stick, he only dared to sit on the edge of the stool.
This won’t work…
If this goes on, he won't be able to do anything.
I don’t know if it’s because of the medicine Shen Jingyu gave him, even though Song Tingshan knew he shouldn’t try it, he couldn’t help thinking about it.
The pill in his arms was like a huge temptation.
Song Tingshan instinctively felt that there was something fishy about this matter, and thought about waiting for the imperial physician found by Wenren Sect to make something similar to the pill before taking it.
But his health was getting worse day by day, and he longed indescribably for that kind of energetic state.
After a long silence, Song Tingshan couldn't help but take out the pill.
In his intermittent dreams, Liancheng was willing to serve him.
He was in very good health, and almost all the damage he had suffered in the womb had been recovered.
Looking at the pill in his palm, Song Tingshan was struggling.
"Young Master..." Songbai said with concern.
"It's ok. Has anyone arrived?"
Song Tingshan put away the pills, stood up and walked slowly towards the study.
Unfortunately, he didn't expect that of the five or six staff members who came before, only two came today. Wen Renzong whispered, "The other two are sick, and one is leaving to say goodbye to you."
Song Tingshan clenched his fingers and sneered.
He had always treated these people well and even promised them a large sum of money, but he didn't expect them to be so ungrateful!
Well, sooner or later, he will make those who look down on him regret it!
In a fit of rage, Song Tingshan's eyes went dark and he fainted again.
When I woke up, it was already You time.
Wen Renzong's eyes were complicated: "The two gentlemen have already gone back. I just want you to take care of your health first."
Song Tingshan was silent for a long time, then took out the pill from his arms again and threw it directly into his mouth.
Wenren Zong's expression tightened: "Why did you eat it?"
It's not that he doesn't know Shen Jingyu's or even Shen Shuyi's intentions, but...
Song Tingshan laughed at himself: "What's the difference between my current state and being dead? I might as well seize the opportunity."
Soon after swallowing the pill, the long-lost feeling came back, and even the injuries caused by the beating seemed to begin to ease.
Song Tingshan only felt his energy and blood filling up, and soon, he had an indescribable sense of power.
Wenren Zong's gaze fell on him, and seeing that his face was visibly flushed, his eyes were complicated for a moment.
"Please invite them again. I have something important to do. I want to inquire about the policies that the court officials in the palace have come up with to deal with the epidemic today."
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An hour later, Song Tingshan came to the imperial study to ask for a meeting.
Emperor Qianwu was busy reviewing memorials at this time, and the war on the border was temporarily stable. After Xiao Heyu's death, Lu Xiao indeed rebelled.
However, he had missed the opportunity, and coupled with Qingyuan Hou's good military management, the war went much better than expected.
At this time, Li Yun said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the son of Chengguogong, Song Tingshan, requests to see you."
Emperor Qianwu paused with his pen in his hand: "Who?"
"Song Tingshan, the prince of Chengguo." Li Yun repeated patiently.
Emperor Qianwu turned his head and glanced at the sky: "It's so late, what is he doing here? Let him in."
"Yes."
Soon, Song Tingshan appeared in Emperor Qianwu's study and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I heard that there was an epidemic in the south recently, so I was worried and couldn't sleep. I came up with some countermeasures, please take a look at it."
Emperor Qianwu took Song Tingshan's memorial, but did not rush to read it. Instead, he looked at the man in front of him.
Indeed, she looked a bit like him and a bit like Concubine Yao, but she was too thin and pale, and looked sickly, which concealed her original appearance a bit.
Realizing that Emperor Qianwu was looking at him, Song Tingshan kept his head down, extremely respectful.
After a while, Emperor Qianwu withdrew his gaze and carefully read the memorial.
"Did you write this policy paper? It's quite good. Some of the proposals are novel and may be implemented." Emperor Qianwu put down the memorial and nodded slightly.
Song Tingshan was delighted and said, "It is my honor to be able to share your majesty's worries and make life easier for the people."
"Tomorrow morning at the court, I will give your memorial to the ministers to read and listen to their opinions." Emperor Qianwu slowed down his tone.
After all, if the person in front of him was really his son, he really owed him a lot.
"I'll take my leave." Song Tingshan knew that he should stop while he was ahead, so he planned to leave immediately.
"No hurry. I happen to be a little tired. Come and play chess with me." Emperor Qianwu stood up and spoke in a deep voice.
Song Tingshan was slightly startled, somewhat flattered: "I obey your order."
Although they were playing chess, Song Tingshan still didn't dare to sit down forcefully and just sat on the edge of the couch.
Emperor Qianwu initially thought he was being reserved, until he noticed the wound on his forehead and couldn't help but ask, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Song Tingshan knew that it was best to avoid talking about it at this time and wait for His Majesty to discover it himself.
But he also knew that if he said nothing, His Majesty would not take an insignificant courtier like him seriously.
"These are all family matters. Your Majesty, don't worry about them." Song Tingshan gave birth to a son.
"Is Duke Cheng still making things difficult for you because of Princess Hanyang's matter?" Emperor Qianwu asked.
Song Tingshan felt that his words that day had worked, and he smiled bitterly and said, "This matter is indeed my fault. It's not my fault that my father is angry. It's just that I was injured because of another family matter."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"My father misunderstood me and thought I was going to murder my second brother, so he enforced the family rules." Song Tingshan looked lonely and a little embarrassed.
Emperor Qianwu said nothing, holding the black piece in his hand, his eyes fell on Song Tingshan's face, observing and exploring him calmly.