- There are only four hundred miles between Luoyang and Kaifeng, and the post roads are like shooting stars, leaving in the morning and arriving in the evening.
It was raining heavily and there was lightning and lightning. Zhao Zhen was in the palace, discussing with the prime ministers the arrangements for the imperial army to check the vacancies... With so many vacancies found, it was impossible to simply cut them off. On the contrary, the vacancies had to be filled.
, to restore the combat effectiveness of the Forbidden Army. Therefore, how much to retain and how much to reduce is a big issue, and it will inevitably cause fierce disputes.
The Third Chief of Staff naturally wanted to lay off more troops to reduce financial pressure. The Privy Council naturally wanted to retain more troops to ensure the combat effectiveness of the army, while the Zhongshu Sheng wanted to help the emperor balance the two, so that the result would take into account both national defense and finance.
The princes were so quarrelsome that Zhao Zhen asked the imperial cook to prepare a meal for them. After eating and drinking, they could continue fighting... The princes were very excited about this, and some of them shed tears. This was not because they were mean-spirited. The Song Dynasty
This is the dynasty that has the most favored ministers in history. No amount of grace will move them, let alone a mere royal meal?
What excites them is the change in the officialdom - the emperor, who has been idle for many years, is finally willing to work overtime! This is a sign to cheer up!
While enjoying their meal in a polite manner, the princes said with excitement: 'The Great Song Dynasty is finally about to turn around!'
Zhao Zhen also ate with them, but his diet was very light, not even as rich as the ministers. The princes once criticized this, thinking it was inappropriate for superiors and inferiors. But Zhao Zhen said that light and light food is the way to maintain health.
The ministers said, "Then we will accompany Qing Dan." Zhao Zhen said, "Others will think that I have treated the prime minister lightly, which will chill the hearts of the world's scholars."
So this unique spectacle in eternity was staged in the Song Dynasty.
Zhao Zhen was already a little full at this moment, and was holding a bowl of two-meter porridge, drinking it slowly. Suddenly he saw Li Xian hurried in from outside the palace door, and reported in a low voice: "Luoyang is eight hundred miles away, urgent."
The princes stopped their chopsticks and put down their bowls almost at the same time.
"Keep eating," Zhao Zhen said with a faint smile: "Those who take on great responsibilities will not change their color when Mount Tai collapses in front of them." Then he said to Li Xian: "Send it to me."
"Here." Li Xian responded and turned out. When he came back, he was followed by a soaked messenger. Although he had dried himself, every step he took still left a wet footprint on the floor tiles of the mid hall.
The rules of the Song Dynasty: If it is not an important matter of state, the eight hundred miles cannot be used to rush it. And if the eight hundred miles rushes, it must be opened in front of the emperor.
It was impossible for Wen Yanbo not to understand the seriousness, so although Zhao Zhen looked calm, he still shrank in his heart.
Manager Hu took the letter, checked the seal and signature, and after confirming it was correct, gave it to the official.
Zhao Zhen took it, picked up the letter opener on the table, and cut off the seal. He took out the letter inside and unfolded it...
A bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, and the wind and rain suddenly became stronger. The heavy rain blew into the palace door from all directions with a sharp whistling sound from a distance. The windows of the imperial hall creaked, and the gauze curtains danced wildly.
The red candles and palace lanterns were also blown violently, and various shadows swayed around, like a group of demons dancing.
Despite this, the princes still saw that the official's face was completely drained of blood, his body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the piece of paper, as if he wanted to set it on fire with his gaze.
"Close it, close the palace door quickly!" Manager Hu ordered in a low voice to a kind of small yellow door.
Several young eunuchs who were guarding the entrance of the imperial hall quickly braved the wind and struggled to close the palace door from the inside out... With great difficulty, despite the strong wind, the eunuchs finally closed the palace door, and the violent wind and rain stopped it.
Time was locked outside the temple, and the voice became much quieter.
After the lamp shadow stopped shaking, the officials saw that the official's expression had returned to calmness, but his face was still pale.
Zhao Zhen slowly put the letter into his sleeve, exhaled a breath of turbid air and said: "Go on..." His voice was trembling and tight, obviously trying to force himself to be calm.
"It's getting late, let's discuss it another day." No matter how ignorant Fu Bi is, he can still tell that the officials are suppressing their anger. In this state, let alone discussing national affairs, it is impossible to talk properly: "
The officials should take a rest early."
As for what happened, since Zhao Zhen didn't say anything, he naturally wouldn't ask.
"That's fine." Zhao Zhen nodded slowly.
"Your Majesty, please leave." All the ministers stood up and saluted. When Zhao Zhen nodded slightly, they filed towards the palace gate.
"Please stay at Bao Qing's house for a while..." When the ministers were about to leave the palace, Zhao Zhen spoke again.
Bao Zheng stopped and walked back.
The rest of the people left the imperial hall and came to the entrance of Chui Gong Hall.
Under the eaves of the corridor, a group of small yellow men wearing raincoats were already waiting there. The officials sympathized with the ministers and gave them a double carriage in the palace... The so-called double carriage looks like two people carrying the carriage.
Riding a chair on a pole is not very comfortable, but it is much easier than measuring the ground with your feet.
The key is that this is an honor that should be written on the epitaph after death.
On sunny days, these palanquins wait outside the vertical arch gate, but in bad weather like this, they will greet the princes at the entrance of the palace, and of course they will put a rainproof cover on the palanquin.
Before getting on the sedan chair, Fu Bi looked back at the closed palace door, sighed deeply, turned back, looked at Han Qi and said, "Is there someone causing trouble..."
This nonsense sentence made Han Qi stunned for a moment. At this moment, lightning flashed across the sky and the earth was as bright as day, illuminating the faces of the gentlemen with different expressions... Some of them were full of words.
Nervous, some were full of worry, and some frowned slightly, as if they were thinking about something.
Han Qi opened his mouth to say something, but there was a loud thunder in his ears, and no one heard him clearly. When the thunder passed, he had already sat in the carriage.
But Fu Bi had been friends with him for decades, and just by looking at his mouth movements, you could tell what he said:
'It's raining, my mother wants to get married!'
"Can't anyone stop it?" Fu Bi couldn't help but be stunned... Beijing, Daming Mansion, it was a sunny and thin day.
Zhao Zongshi gave an order, and those officers who were under house arrest suffered. Although they could not get out of the house, they could still eat and drink well. Now, they are not even given food. Who can bear it?
Come on? Everyone is so hungry that they can’t get up. They can’t stand it anymore.
The officials at Hebei Road couldn't stand it anymore. They thought they were letting you because you were the future crown prince, but they didn't share your common knowledge. Why did they just slap their noses in the face and not give you any respect?
Do you really think I can't deal with you? It's just a joke.
So two days later, border warnings were heard all over the place, and reports were delivered to Daming Mansion with smoke and fire, saying that the Liao people took advantage of the fact that the Song Dynasty troops were not allowed to go out to meet them, and crossed the border wantonly, burning, killing and looting.
Zhao Zongshi was unmoved at first, but the border troubles became more and more serious, and the number of dead, injured and missing increased steadily, and there was even a tragedy where an entire village was massacred... At least that's what was reported. The officials of Daming Mansion were busy with him all day long.
There are alarmist rumors in the ears, as if if the people are not released and the ban is lifted, the Liao people will invade in large numbers, and the Song Dynasty will be destroyed.
Zhao Zongji was panicked now. He was not worried about the Liao Kingdom coming... The credibility of the Liao people was still good. At the time when the two countries had just signed a treaty, they would take the opportunity to cross the border to thresh the grass, but they would never attack in a large scale. But the three
He is like a tiger. He is worried about the gossip in Beijing, worried about whether those Qingliu ministers will regard him as a "cruel official", worried about whether the officials will think that he is incompetent, worried about whether those who support the generals of Hebei will advocate
The theory of threat from the Liao Kingdom instigated the court to transfer him back.
This is my first time running an errand. What should I do if it ends in despair...
Although he remained calm on the face, someone had already seen through his psychology from the changes in his behavior.
On this day, Zhao Zongshi was signing documents and reviewing documents in the deposit room. As soon as he sat down, he saw Li Zhaoliang, the famous official, striding in with a red face.
Zhao Zongshi stood up quickly to greet him, gave up his seat with a smile and said: "I heard that the master occasionally felt cold. I wanted to have some ideas about my errands, so I went over to see you, but I didn't expect you to come here." After that, he looked carefully and said, "It depends on your complexion.
That’s great!”
Li Zhaoliang only smiled, waved his hand to make everyone leave, lifted up his clothes and sat down, smiling and saying: "The young prince is thinking about me, and I am thinking about you even more! The old man's illness is still cured, but when will the young prince's illness be cured?
What?" Qiu Ba is Qiu Ba, and he won't know how to turn around when he gets old.
"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Zongshi smiled dryly and said, "I can eat and sleep, so I'm in good health."
"The young prince is suffering from a syndrome of deficient fire and severe fever, so he needs to take some cold medicine to purge the fire." Li Zhaoliang said with a smile: "It is not good to hide the disease and avoid medical treatment."
Zhao Zongshi cursed in his heart: 'What kind of medicine did Lao Qiu Ba prescribe? It has to kill people.'
Seeing that he remained calm, Li Zhaoliang smiled again and said: "Little prince, don't worry too much. Ask yourself, how will I treat you after you come to Daming Mansion?"
“Try your best.”
"Have I ever tripped you up?"
"I've always been very cooperative." Zhao Zongshi's expression softened a lot.
"Yes, I have been suppressing those bastards." Li Zhaoliang said with a smile: "I didn't want to say this to the young prince. I am getting old, and I am a bit embarrassed. I don't want to show off my merits."
"Thank you for taking care of me, sir." Zhao Zongshi stood up and saluted, "If you don't tell me these things, I won't know about them."
"The young prince should now understand what the old minister is thinking, right?" Li Zhaoliang looked at him steadily, twisted his beard and said with a smile. These words were explicit, and under the current situation, they couldn't be more straightforward.
"Understood." Zhao Zongshi nodded and said excitedly: "What else don't you understand?"
"Since the young prince understands, let me tell you something that comes from the bottom of my heart." Li Zhaoliang said with a smile...
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