"It's just a moment of freshness. If you talk about Your Majesty's favor, who can go beyond the Empress?" The palace maid was also old and was very suitable for her to deal with it.

"Miao Meiren just won the concubine because she is pregnant. Now, this beauty Feng has come again. According to my opinion, Concubine Zhang stretched out her jade hand and pointed gently at the direction of the Queen's Pepper House Hall. Then, she continued to ignore it. As if she was a joke, she said casually:

"Speaking of this, that person now knows the method of 'using barbarians to control barbarians'."

Concubine Zhang leaned against the soft couch, wearing a sky blue dark fish-patterned satin skirt. Her hair was combed very simply, and she only had two pairs of hairpins to pin it. A beautiful smile like summer flowers appeared on her face, but there was a bit of bitterness in her smile.

The palace maid looked at her nose and her nose, thinking about Concubine Zhang's expression, and tentatively cautiously: "What the Empress said is that the harem of the Song Dynasty has always been the queen in charge of major events. The former Empress Liu E could conceal who his Majesty's true biological mother was until his death. Now the empress, as long as she has the thought to deal with these people, it is just a matter of thought."

"The women in the palace have bloomed flowers after flowers. Only those who have the potential to flourish are worthy of the one to pinch. But I don't know how Miao Fei has been raised recently. Let's prepare a generous gift. We also have to take a look. It's a tribute." Concubine Zhang said, and the silk fan in her hand had already covered her face.

...

Zhao Zhen came to the newly renovated Erying Pavilion in the palace and collapsed into the Yanyi Palace where all the wise men came. As the name suggests, the Yanyi Palace is a place where the royal family practices the meaning of the scriptures. The huge screen reads "Shangshu Wuyi Pian" - this is a chapter that tells the story of scholars and officials who should not be lazy and hate labor and be diligent at all times.

As the emperor who was trained by ethics since childhood, Zhao Zhen naturally agreed with the words of the saints. So he turned this diligence into strength and carried out a "big event" - collecting poetry and books, cultivating rituals and music.

The beginning of this incident was the scientific examination questions of Fang Zhongyong, who was the top scholar in the first year of the year. Then he turned into actions and began to use a large amount of manpower and material resources.

The Chinese rituals and music were dispersed and lost during the Five Barbarians Rebellion in the Western Jin Dynasty and were incomplete. By the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a large amount of Hu Feng had been mixed with, and there was no pure ancient music. After the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms Rebellion, its original appearance was even more unremembered and buried in the long river of history.

A large number of books were burned when the Eight Virtues Mansions caught fire during the Zhenzong period, and the entire Danei Zuo Library, Chongwen Pavilion, and Secret Pavilion were all collected in one go. The Eight Virtues can be called the King of Fire. In short, it completely abolished the only batch of books that have been left after the Five Dynasties Rebellion in the late Tang Dynasty. The so-called "cultural remnants are destroyed" refers to this fire incident.

So now, Zhao Zhen, Lu Yijian and others deeply believe that the establishment of the country and culture is prosperous, and it has been more than 70 years since the establishment of the country's materials and preparations for the integration of new rituals and music, and the collection of books is an extremely important cultural project for the country.

Zhao Zhen convened the scholars of the Chongwen Pavilion and the Secret Pavilion, the Hanlin Academy, and the two-system officials who were in charge of imperial edicts to re-revise classics, history, sects, and collect them, and try to restore ancient books.

Fang Zhongyong and other scholars from the museum and the officials and officials drafted a huge workload of book-recording tasks based on Zhao Zhen's wishes, which was also very confused:

It was a good idea to write a doctoral thesis in his previous life to test a hundred thousand words. In a year and a half, he actually had to re-edit the "Shu of Music" and proofread the classics, and his history was 8,435 volumes, and his son, and he collected more than 12,000 volumes.

The so-called book-recording in the prosperous era, when you have enough food and drink, you can do nothing and just put together these spiritual civilization constructions that are useless. It is understandable that Maslow needs to build superstructures.

But what made Fang Zhongyong speechless was that Song Xia was about to start a war, and the Yellow River floods were not eliminated every year, and many economic disadvantages were prominent. There were many soldiers and bandits who were not divided into redundant personnel. When he wanted to do countless malpractices, he was actually arranged to assist the political affairs officer Song Qi, who hung up books and plucked up old papers in the museum and pavilion.

What the hell? Fang Zhongyong's heart rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

I thought about this, but Fang Zhongyong stood up and welcomed Zhao Zhensheng with everyone. He looked elegant and calm, with a hint of mockery between his eyebrows, and was surging.

Zhao Zhen asked everyone to waive the gift and continue working. Song Qi accompanied Zhao Zhen and inspected everywhere.

Fan Zhen was holding a picture of ink bamboo that claimed to be Zhang Xu, spreading it out in front of everyone, and everyone lay on it, citing the classics to appreciate the authenticity.

"Zhang Xu was originally a cursive saint. Although there are many calligraphy handed down from generation to generation, paintings are extremely rare. According to his notes, he occasionally graffiti when he comes to graffiti, and his paintings must be drunk. This kind of irregular character makes the inscriptions on his paintings go against the norm, with orthodox composition from right to left, written in the blank space of the picture.

From left to right, the inscriptions were in between the gaps of bamboo and stone. The style of calligraphy was a combination of official script and running regular script. The style of the running was not straight to the bottom, but was of different sizes and staggered heights, making it look elegant and interesting.

The inscription of this painting is exactly the same as that of an ordinary painting, from right to left. From my perspective, I am afraid it is not the original, so it is better not to include it."

Seeing that everyone was arguing, Fang Zhongyong also expressed a few opinions.

Zhao Zhen happened to pass by, so he handed Fang Zhongyong a look and signaled Fang Zhongyong to follow him out.

Fang Zhongyong was naturally confused, but he could only slowly retreat and follow Zhao Zhen out.

The group walked to the Imperial Garden. In the bright spring, Zhao Zhen looked at Fang Zhongyong with a smile on his face and looked at the falling flowers.

Fang Zhongyong's green official robe rolled like a flowing water on the slight hem of the wind. His handsome face was gradually mature and angular lines. His eyes were as clear as if people were to fall in love with him. He was really a person who was in love with him.

Zhao Zhen greeted him, sat down in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden, and called Fang Zhongyong again, with a smile on his face, "I asked you to study books these days, do you feel bored?"

Fang Zhongyong thought to himself, nonsense, what do you think, but he was very respectful on his face, without a look of arrogant expression, and was just a gentle polite: "I don't dare."

"If you don't dare, you will still be annoyed?" Zhao Zhen couldn't help laughing when he heard Fang Zhongyong say this: "Zhongyong, a few days ago, I heard Princess Zhang privately tell me that you begged her to protect the mediation for you and wanted to hire Miss Zhe from General Zhe's family as his wife, but is there any such thing?"

Fang Zhongyong was unaware that Zhao Zhen suddenly mentioned this matter, but he bowed his hand as expected and nodded.

"You are not yet old and want to make a marriage. Don't be afraid, is it a little earlier? Moreover, the matchmaker who brought out the imperial concubine, is he going to let me give me a marriage? Could it be that you are afraid that General Zhe would refuse?" Zhao Zhen ate two pieces of refreshments sent, held everyone away, crossed his legs, and pulled Fang Zhongyong to sit down, and said in a friendly manner.

Fang Zhongyong thought about it and looked a little ashamed: "The great official family is mighty and wise, and nothing can escape the eyes of Your Majesty. I am worried that General Zhe will not agree to my marriage, so I want to ask the imperial concubine to protect the matchmaker. As for Your Majesty's marriage-"

Fang Zhongyong looked at Zhao Zhen and smiled shyly: "If Your Majesty gave a marriage, if it were not for the great background or for the great contribution, the empress is a poor family, without any background and has not made any contribution yet. He really dared not overcome the rules and so he would beg for this matter."
Chapter completed!