"If something happens, will I still have time to scold others?" Song Chuoyi pulled up his sleeves and sat down on the corridor.
Ji Bian let out a sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was already drenched in sweat. At this moment, he no longer dared to hold any contemptuous thoughts, because by comparison, his previous actions were truly foolish.
Although, Ji Bian was not intentionally slow to respond to Song Chu Yi, but in his subconscious mind, he had never looked up to her. If the person sitting here were Zhang Yi, todays mistakes would not have occurred.
"If youve decided to use me, then show your utmost loyalty! Not loyalty to me, Song Huaiqin, but to the 30,000 soldiers who defend our country, and to the defense of our nation!" Song Chuyi looked up at Ji Yan with calm and indifferent eyes, "If you still dont trust me now, its not too late."
Ji Bian was unable to show his face, hanging his head and clasping his fists, saying "I know I was wrong! This kind of thing will absolutely never happen again!"
The biggest mistake in this matter lies with Ji Bian, Yun Ruo is just a small soldier, and has little say in front of the thousand-household leader, so Song Chu Yi did not blame him either.
As soon as Song Chu turned around and walked towards the bedroom, Ji Yan couldnt help but ask, "Mr. Huai Jin, since Tao Daifu has gone to meet with Lord Song, is this matter already somewhat settled?"
Song stopped in his tracks, came back to himself, and slightly raised an eyebrow. "There is a way to win, but its not with Tao Ding, its with me."
Its not that Song initially was arrogant, but its actually the case.
Tao Ding was deeply concerned about the country and its people, and with his position, he could say a few words in front of Emperor Song. However, Tao Ding was a staunch supporter of Confucianism and had highly praised Mencius, who had proposed the idea of "people are more important than the ruler". In an era where imperial power was supreme, no monarch would truly appreciate this idea.
As far as Song Chuer knew, the person Song Qicheng trusted most was Shang Qing Song Yan. However, Song Yan loved to hoard wealth and was extremely pragmatic. Even if you drew him a bigger pie or promised him more money, treasures, and goods, it would be useless unless you brought something with you when knocking on his door. Song Chuer had empty sleeves, and he feared that if he knocked on the door, he would be thrown out onto the street.
Having convinced Tao Ding, things have succeeded by half, and the other half will depend on tomorrow.
Being in Songs house, there are some things that cant be said out loud. So Song didnt explain to Ji Yan and went back inside to sleep. As he was closing the door, Song smiled wryly and said, "Ji, I hope no ladies will sneak into my bed tonight. If they do, I wont be able to guarantee anything."
She has nothing on top and also nothing at the bottom.
"Yes!" Ji Bians face was solemn.
Song Chu smiled dryly, turned around and closed the door, climbed onto the couch and muttered, "Is this joke not funny? Or is it too profound, that silly big guy cant understand?"
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one believed in the latter.
One night, the moonlight was cold and clear. Outside the house, Qi Heng and Yun Ruo took turns keeping watch. Inside the house, Song Chuoyi lay on the large bed, sleeping from a vertical position to a horizontal one, from the middle of the bed to the foot, and then back to the head, and from a horizontal position back to a vertical one again.
The next day when she opened her eyes, her sleeping posture was not much different from last nights, only her hair and clothes were a bit disheveled. Therefore, Song Chuer had always thought that she slept very neatly, and still thinks so to this day.
After a simple wash, after breakfast, someone came to serve Song Chuyi for bathing and changing clothes. What is called bathing is not really taking a bath, but putting fragrances in the bathtub to remove the strange smell on the body, which is a sign of respect for the monarch.
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one servant girl was dismissed. She herself washed and put on clean clothes before leaving the bathroom.
Because I went to bed with my hair still wet last night, I tossed and turned on the couch all night, and this morning it was tangled again. Two maids sweated profusely for nearly half an hour before they finally managed to comb it out.
"No need for added embellishments." Song Chu-yi believed that since he was young, there was no need to deliberately dress up as an adult, which would only make him look like a child wearing oversized clothes.
"This is what the master ordered." The maid said with difficulty.
The osmanthus and orchid branches, the young boy wears a pendant. Although he wears a pendant, cant I know? Gentle and calm, with a trembling ribbon. The osmanthus and orchid leaves, the young boy wears an armband. Although he wears an armband, cant I be aware of it? Gentle and calm, with a trembling ribbon.
This is a poem from Shi Jing, Wei Feng, called "Qing Lan". The main idea is to satirize a young boy who wears adult clothes and looks dignified, but his behavior is still childish and ignorant.
Song Chu turned his head to look at the pale face of the servant girl, and smiled slightly, "In order to show respect for your countrys monarch, its better not to make a mockery of people with such attire, dont you think?"
"I dont know." The maid kowtowed on the ground.
"I am an envoy of the State of Wei, so its only natural to be cautious. You dont have to be afraid." Song Chu stood up and took a look at herself in the mirror. She was quite satisfied with this plain-colored robe, which was loose-fitting. The dark-colored dress she wore yesterday was dignified, but it made her waist look slender, and if someone paid close attention, they might notice something amiss. This robe, on the other hand, seemed to be deliberately designed to make her look awkward, as it was much too large. If she didnt wear a crown, it would reveal a hint of youthful recklessness, which just happened to conceal her figure.
"Is Your Excellency ready to depart? The sedan chairs are already prepared inside the mansion." A maid outside the door asked.
Song Chu Yi then left like this. Led by the maid, she got on the cow cart and slowly headed towards the Song State Palace.
At that time, there were two types of carriages: ox-drawn carriages and horse-drawn carriages. However, in reality, both ox-drawn and horse-drawn carriages were extremely luxurious things. But with the war raging on, most horses were used for military purposes, so nobles generally still used ox-drawn carriages.
It had only been a moment when the car came to a stop.
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he raised his head and saw a long staircase, with guards standing on both sides. Looking up, only the eaves of a palace could be seen, and the patterns of auspicious beasts could be vaguely seen. The entire area was paved with stone bricks, simple gray set off a kind of elegance and grandeur.
"The Envoy of National Defense has arrived!"
As soon as Song Chu Yis foot landed, a sharp and shrill voice shouted from the top of the stairs. Ji Bian and Yun Ruo were unable to follow up to the hall, they could only wait below.
As soon as Song Chu walked up, he heard the temple man standing at the gate of the palace shouting loudly, "The envoy of Weiguo has arrived!"
This was not her first experience of this kind, and after having gone through a life-and-death situation once before, she was even more calm and composed than ever.
Song Chuayi took off his shoes and socks at the door, walked into the hall. The floor of the hall was covered with thick woolen blankets, surrounded by stoves, and it wasnt cold even barefoot.
"The envoy of Wei came to pay respects to the King of Song on behalf of the King of Wei." Song initially made a long bow.
The person sitting on top suddenly sneered and said, "Whats wrong, Duke Wei feels uneasy, and has sent two envoys over one after another?"