The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 980 The Princess is Really Good to Our Family

Song Yuanjiu had been stripped of his title of top scholar, removed from the list of successful candidates, and all his property had been confiscated.

According to the law, the Song family should be sent to a smoke-filled area to do hard labor.

But Master Fang loved talents and was reluctant to let Song Yuanjiu, who had so much knowledge, go ahead and take a look at it. "Princess, please take a look..." He took out a manuscript from his sleeve. "This is the 'Yu Gong Jing Wei' annotated by Song Yuanjiu. It contains many wonderful insights!"

Shi Anxia took the manuscript, flipped through it, and said nothing.

Master Fang took out a copied article from his pocket and said, "This is the policy paper of Song Shenzhi, the eldest son of Song Yuanjiu. I think it is a model. If such a talented person is really exiled to a remote place to do hard labor, it will be a loss for the court and the Northern Wing."

Shi Anxia took the manuscript and paused slightly on the title "Six Strategies for Flood Control".

She quickly browsed through it and found that this was exactly the solution for river control proposed by Song Shenzhi in his previous life when he was working in the Ministry of Works.

But Song Shenzhi is still so young, and he has such an opinion? At that time, Anxia seemed to see the figure in the blue official robe who stood up against all the opposition in the court, illuminating the mountains and rivers with his literary mind and building the country with his body.

Fang Yuchu asked tentatively, "Your Highness, can you keep the Song family in the academy to help? It's a pity for the two young masters of the Song family. If it weren't for the sudden change in the Song family, they would have been admitted to the imperial examination."

When talking about Song Shenzhi and Song Xizhi, everyone mentioned the death of Old Lady Song. Shi Anxia finally understood that Song Yuanjiu's wife and children did not accompany him to Tiema City, but were sentenced to exile by Lord Zhao.

Shi Anxia had some thoughts in her mind, but she didn't show it on her face. She just did it reluctantly, as if she was doing a favor for Mr. Fang's sake.

In fact, even if no one pleaded for her, she had originally planned to properly settle Song Yuanjiu.

Huang Wanqian and Fang Yu knew that the princess would definitely agree before they first arrived. They firmly believed that the person who could distinguish right from wrong in the North Wing was Princess Haiyan; the person who was talented and emotional was Princess Haiyan; and the person who valued talent and education was still Princess Haiyan.

After all, Song Yuanjiu was able to survive thanks to the princess's golden medal of immunity from death. This shows that the princess knew this man and valued his talent as much as her life.

But they could not give the princess an excuse, otherwise if the exiles were exempted from hard labor as soon as they had a nobleman to take care of them, how could the law be enforced then?

So they had to build a way out. If anyone raised objections in the future, they would be able to stand up to Princess Haiyan.

Shi Anxia understood the good intentions of the two great scholars, so he was able to strike a good balance.

In the eyes of everyone, the princess was just giving face to the two great scholars.

Fang Yuchu took out a volume of "Northern Wing Laws" from his bosom and turned to the "Penalty" chapter. "If the exiles write books, ten thousand words a day can be equivalent to one day of hard labor. Is it time to use this old law that has not been used for a hundred years?"

Shi Anxia pretended to think about it for a while, discussed the feasibility, and then agreed.

The Iron Horse was short of talent, and everyone could understand the princess's difficulties.

At that time, Anxia ordered people to invite all the literati who were scattered in the nine inns in the city to the inn.

Several long cypress desks were placed in the main hall, and the charcoal basin was newly filled with silver bone charcoal to dispel the coldness in the room.

She stood up, holding the celadon cup, the tea in the cup was clear and blue, "Since you have come here despite the wind and snow, I will serve you tea instead of wine to welcome you."

All the blue-robed scholars in the room returned the greeting, their sleeves fluttering.

The banquet lasted until three o'clock in the morning.

Someone was drunk and lying in an armchair, mumbling to himself; the old Hanlin scholars were gathered around a sand table to deduce the layout of the border town academy, and their charcoal maps were painted all over the blue brick floor; the youngest students were crowded in the corridor, discussing the profound meaning of "Wen Gu" by the light of a lantern.

The elderly teacher chanted "Iron Horse March" to the beat of drums in the courtyard under the plum blossoms.

Shi Anxia stood in the corridor and looked back, her eyes moistened. This was the style of the scholar she wanted to see, full of vitality and proud.

Under the princess's arrangement, Song Yuanjiu and his wife and children moved into the most remote courtyard of Chongyang Pavilion, which was very close to the stable.

The yard is a bit old and the house is cold.

But the Song family was happy.

Mrs. Song looked at her husband and two sons and cried with joy, "The princess is so kind. She is really good to our family."

She thought she would be humiliated, that her husband and son would be whipped all day long, and that her family would be scattered everywhere, making it extremely difficult to even see each other.

She prepared for the worst.

But the princess actually arranged for them to live in such a nice house. She was not afraid of being old or cold, but she was afraid of the family being separated.

Song Yuanjiu still felt very guilty, "I'm sorry for making you suffer."

After working hard for half his life, in the end, not only was he unable to provide a stable home for his wife and children, but he also caused his son to lose his future and live a miserable life.

Mrs. Song smiled and wiped her tears, "No, what kind of grievance is this? My husband, from now on, our family will be happy and joyful, and we will never be separated."

Perhaps she thought that her mother-in-law had just passed away, and she felt it was inappropriate for her to be so happy, so she quickly put away her smile.

But the joy and relief from the heart could not be concealed at all. In the past, she was very cautious and timid in everything she did in the Song family because of the harsh mother-in-law.

Now, she is completely free from the constraints.

Mrs. Song rubbed her hands and went to wash them and cook.

Just when she was at a loss as to what to do, a clear voice came from outside the courtyard gate, "Mrs. Song, are you there?"

Mrs. Song hurried out to greet her and saw a little maid with curved eyebrows and eyes. The girl was cute, with two dimples on her round face, and she smiled before she spoke, which was exactly the look that Mrs. Song liked the most.

Mrs. Song stood at the door of the kitchen, clutching the corner of her clothes. Ever since she became a member of a criminal family, she always looked three inches shorter than others. At this moment, she was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to address them, and she didn't even know where to put her hands.

"Madam, just call me Nanyan." The little girl was straightforward and handed the food box forward. "The princess was thinking about you and specially asked for some food to be sent here. There are freshly steamed cakes and a few dishes of home-cooked dishes in this box, and they are still hot. You can eat them today and make them yourself tomorrow."

She was smiling as she spoke, and stood there prettily.

Song Shenzhi hurriedly walked out of the house, took the food box, bowed his head and thanked her, not even daring to look at the girl.

"No thanks, no thanks." Princess Nan Yan knew that she valued this family very much, so she took extra care of them. "Can you light the fire?"

Mrs. Song blushed. She had just gone to the kitchen and looked around, but she had no idea where to start.

Nan Yan smiled, went in quickly, showed off her skills, and explained everything about the yard.

She found that this yard seemed to be colder than the others. After thinking for a while, she raised her head and said to Song Shenzhi, "Do you want to come with me to get some charcoal?"

Song Shenzhi said "hmm" and then stepped forward and bowed, "Thank you, young lady."

Nan Yan said, "It's hard to leave your hometown, but you can get through it if you persevere. This is the princess's fiefdom, and no one will make things difficult for you." After she said that, she turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Song Shenzhi glanced at his mother, then followed awkwardly, leaving Nan Yan far behind.