Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Chapter 161 Borrowing some money for emergency

After resolving the trouble raised by Ye Xuan, good news came one after another in the next few days.

Various preparations are now proceeding in an orderly manner.

What really concerned Song Yuan was that Fatty Zhao finally responded.

After thinking it over again and again, Fatty Zhao finally decided to follow Song Yuan.

However, this guy was timid and afraid of death, so he made three rules with Song Yuan in advance.

If the business situation in the border areas is not as expected, I will return to the imperial city as soon as possible before the war.

Faced with the various requests made by Fatty Zhao, Song Yuan was not worried at all.

As long as you are willing to go with me, I have ten thousand ways to keep you.

Not only will I make you willingly do it, but you will also thank me when the time comes!

As time goes by, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrives quietly.

this day.

At nightfall.

Song Yuan took Princess Situ Jing with him and left the palace in a carriage at dawn.

According to tradition, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet begins at nightfall.

At that time, all the royal relatives, civil and military officials will go to the palace to reunite, in order to confirm the statement of reunion.

Everyone gathers together to enjoy the moon, and there are many things to pay attention to.

Under such beautiful scenery, reciting poems and composing couplets naturally become the best choice.

In order to help Song Yuan cope with the test in advance, Situ Jing asked her aunt for a few poems a few days in advance.

In the carriage, seeing Song Yuan looking absent-minded, Situ Jing asked with her hands on her hips.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot. How are you doing with those poems I gave you before?"

After hearing this, Song Yuan reacted and a strange expression appeared on his face.

This silly girl probably doesn’t know that she wrote those poems herself!

However, thinking of the other party's good intentions, Song Yuan naturally did not dare to neglect it. At that moment, he pretended to be fearful and spoke.

"My dear aunt, this is the task you personally gave me. How dare I not do it? Don't worry!"

On the surface, Song Yuan acted so solemn, but in his heart he was quite disdainful.

Can’t you recite the poem you wrote yourself?

Besides, according to the idea I gave to the third prince before, I will be the protagonist at tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

Where can I find the protagonist to recite poems?

Song Yuan even thought that tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet would be mostly sentimental.

The third prince took this opportunity to show the deep brotherly love between him and himself.

Afterwards, the banquet reached its climax amid the admiration of everyone in the audience.

Is it really that serious?

What's more, the fact that he copied the poem had already become known to the whole city because of the last incident.

What does it matter if you memorize it well?

Even if others don't say it to your face, they will still say that you plagiarized it in private, right?

I might as well just lie down and let you do whatever you want.

"No, what's your attitude?"

Situ Jing keenly sensed a hint of disdain in Song Yuan's eyes.

He then put his hands on his hips and urged Song Yuan like a teacher.

"Before the dinner starts, recite those poems to me again!"

Seeing Situ Jing's serious look, Song Yuan groaned in his heart, I am the prince, and you are the prince?

If you don’t know, you would think you are the master and I am the servant!

Then I thought about how we had been in the same room for the past two days, but in the end I didn't even touch a hair.

Song Yuan felt even more grief and anger in his heart, and he wished he could kill the woman in front of him right there!

In the end, Situ Jing waved his fist boldly, and Song Yuan had to give in.

"Okay, okay, my aunt, I'll carry you if you want!"

Only then did Song Yuan reluctantly recite the three poems given to him by the other party from beginning to end.

As he finished speaking, his eyes still held a hint of amusement: "How is it, my beloved? Are there any mistakes in those poems I recited earlier?"

"It's...it's okay!" Situ Jing nodded pretentiously. In fact, he had long forgotten the content of the three poems.

Song Yuan rolled his eyes and angrily exposed Situ Jing's disguise: "I deliberately recited a word wrong in each of these poems. It seems that you didn't notice at all!"

"You're such a strange teacher. You don't even know the final correct answer yourself, so why are you so kind as to think about me?"

Situ Jing's face suddenly turned red, and there was a hint of doubt in her eyes?

Is what this kid said true or is he just bluffing?

Did he really recite something wrong before?

Fortunately, after Situ Jing's mind was active for only a few seconds, he found a suitable excuse, put his hands on his hips, and looked ferocious.

"Stop talking nonsense. Just memorize it if I ask you to. You'll be tested on me later. So, how good of a memorizer would it be?"

Okay, okay, you passed!

Looking at the silly girl in front of him, whose brain was much more flexible than before, Song Yuan smiled, nodded, and silently accepted the reality.

"By the way, do you think the gift we send will get the emperor's approval?" In order to change the subject, Situ Jing glanced at the gift box beside her with a guilty conscience.

According to past customs, when the prince met His Majesty on Mid-Autumn Night, most of the mooncakes he presented were mooncakes he made himself.

Even if he did not participate, it was often done by the imperial concubine herself.

This is also done to bring good luck for a reunion.

But this time Song Yuan did the opposite.

The gift he prepared was not a mooncake, but a kind of soap that he had given to Situ Jing before.

Although Situ Jing had tried the effects of the soap in the past two days and was extremely satisfied with it, when she thought about the public occasion, and the fact that the soap was so unpleasant, what if something went wrong?

Song Yuan was quite disdainful of this. Making mooncakes...you do it or me?

We two are not the ones who make mooncakes, so instead of forcing us to do it, we might as well just leave it like this!

"Have you forgotten that during the last hunt, some princes were deliberately mysterious, saying something fake was real, and what happened in the end?"

"With just you and me, even a fool would know that if we really took out the mooncakes, it wasn't you and me. Rather than being exposed later and then being punished by His Majesty, it's better to confess in advance. At least we're telling the truth!"

In Song Yuan's opinion, it doesn't matter what kind of gift is given; what matters is the thoughtfulness behind it.

If you use something made by someone else to make something good, and people find out, the nature of the matter will change.

Song Youji attaches great importance to this point, so how could he possibly act recklessly?

"Okay, okay, okay, I can't beat you every time, and you're so good at talking, so I'll do as you say from now on!" Situ Jing said stubbornly. Although she said so, she had already silently agreed with Song Yuan's statement in her heart.

Song Yuan laughed heartily, and as he spoke, the carriage he was sitting in slowly stopped.

With the privileges of a prince, the group has arrived at the palace.

When I got off the car, I saw that I was in front of the Imperial Garden.

Before Song Yuan could get a feel for his surroundings, a familiar voice came into his ears.

"Brother, sister-in-law, it's such a coincidence that you two came here!"

The third prince, Song Qi, came forward with a smile on his face and outstretched his hands.

While speaking, he did not forget to give Song Yuan a bear hug. In the eyes of others, this scene clearly shows the deep love between brothers.

Song Yuan naturally enjoyed acting, appearing quite cheerful: "Third brother, we haven't seen each other for a few days. Judging from your appearance, you must have been working hard recently!"

"You must take care of yourself and don't exhaust yourself again!"

If we really want to talk about politeness, how could Song Yuan be worse than Song Qi in his two lifetimes?

With just a few words, he made his brother's image look much more majestic.

When Song Qi heard this, his expression froze slightly, but fortunately, he quickly found a suitable reason to change the subject.

"Alright, big brother, I'm in charge of this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and I'm afraid I'll have to host them here!"

"Well, you and your sister-in-law go in first. I'll come find you when I'm done here. We two brothers should take this opportunity to have a few drinks!"

The biggest reason why the Third Prince did not launch an attack this time was because of the performance of other competitors in recent days.

Because of the last martial arts performance, the other three princes, except the third prince, were all confined to their homes.

In Song Qi's opinion, at such an important moment, even though they are so unpopular, as long as he can hold this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in a grand manner, won't he win for sure?

When you become the crown prince, won’t you have the final say in the world?

As a result, I also found Song Yuan much more pleasing to the eye.

Song Yuan naturally didn't bother to talk to Song Qi. In response to the other party's proposal, he smiled and nodded. After taking the gift box from Situ Jing's hand, he immediately turned around and left.

But the third prince Song Qi noticed this detail. Why was Song Yuan's mooncake gift box a little different from others?

"Brother, the mooncakes you gave to our father weren't meant to be for some ulterior motive, were they?"

"Look at what you said. What I gave you was not mooncakes at all. After all, my beloved concubine and I..." Song Yuan turned around with a smile and explained the whole story.

When the Third Prince heard that Song Yuan was using the gadgets he made to make up the numbers, he laughed heartily.

Boss, boss, don’t you know that father attaches great importance to etiquette?

At this juncture, you still dare to be smart.

I think you are simply courting death!

In order to add fuel to the fire for Song Yuan, after a moment of silence, Song Qi suddenly came up with a bold plan in his mind.

He just clapped his hands, and then took a box of mooncakes from the servant beside him.

"Brother, what good is a Mid-Autumn Festival gift if it's not mooncakes? Luckily, I, your third brother, have made some preparations. Here are some extra mooncakes I made. Take them and give them to Father. Just say you made them yourself. I promise I won't reveal anything!"

You bastard, you want to set me up again, right?

Seeing Song Qi smiling, Song Yuan felt a chill in his heart.

How could he not see what the other person was thinking?

Is this helping yourself? This is clearly pushing yourself into the fire pit!

Song Yuan had even thought that if he did as Song Qi said, someone would definitely stand up and expose everything the moment he gave the gift.

This person might be the Third Prince's confidant, but it definitely couldn't be him.

Taking this opportunity, the third prince can also demonstrate his deep brotherly love, thereby gaining praise and outshining himself.

Song Yuan originally just wanted to leave the border soon and didn't want to cause any trouble.

But now that the Third Prince Song Qi has taken the initiative to provoke him, how can he tolerate it?

Okay, okay, this is what you want to play with me. If I cheat you later, don’t blame me!

As his thoughts changed, a strange look immediately appeared in Song Yuan's pupils. He calmly waved to the servant behind him, and at the same time, he came close to the third prince and whispered.

"Third brother, I accept your kindness. Seeing you so generous, I suddenly remembered something. You know, I'm not as successful as you are in the court. There are some things that I can't take care of. I just wonder if you can help me?"

Seeing Song Yuan's grateful look, the Third Prince didn't notice anything unusual in his heart. Proudly, he patted his chest and spoke.

"Look at what you said, brother... We have a deep bond, so saying 'help' is just a courtesy. If you have anything to ask, just ask. As long as I can do it, I promise I won't refuse!"

Boy, I've been waiting for you to say this!

Song Yuan narrowed his eyes, looked embarrassed, rubbed his hands, and then spoke.

"Third brother, I knew you were generous. I was a little embarrassed at first, but since you're willing to help me, I'll just tell you straight out!"

"As you know, as a prince, I have a huge number of soldiers under my command. The cost of feeding so many people is not a small amount. Can you lend me 100,000 taels of silver for emergency use?"

What?

Song Qi shuddered, and in just a moment, his entire face turned red.

Your brothers are connected with your hearts, and you use your brains with your brothers.

So neat, right?