Pang Ji snorted softly and said: "There are fewer killings. Yun Zheng has lost the heroic spirit of the past. Since those scum can use money to bribe the Xixia people, for their own safety, they will even take the initiative to tell the Liao Kingdom about our other places."
If the guards are weak and strong, they can surrender when the Xixia army approaches the city! Hehehehe, a third-grade bachelor kills several soldiers without making a fuss, not to mention that he himself is a soldier. If you don't really look at it,
If he doesn't go on, he won't do this. The commander-in-chief in the army naturally practices military law when dealing with his subordinates. Could it be that those imperial censors couldn't even impeach such a thing?
I dare say that among the border guards, only Yun Zheng and Di Qing know exactly what they are facing. The rest of them think that the Song Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom have stopped fighting for fifty years, and maybe they will stop fighting for another five years.
For ten years, with this idea in mind, I dare not imagine what a miserable scene it would be like once the Liao Kingdom came to the pass."
Han Qi nodded, looked out the window at the light rain that had started to fall at an unknown time and whispered: "The imperial officials have become more and more outrageous. Wen Yanbo has become uncontrollable. After the official seal was opened at the beginning of the year,
, the East and West Tai Pavilions were integrated into the Admonition Court, with the Royal Clan Chief Sima concurrently serving as the chief official. Wen Yanbo, the deputy counselor and political advisor, no longer had much power to restrain the admonishment officials.
I am very worried that Kasayuan will become a mad dog unleashed by His Majesty! I am also worried that from now on, no one who is a courtier will be able to escape Kasayuan’s verbal and written criticism!”
Pang Ji raised his body and took a careful look at the scenery outside the window and said with a smile: "Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, it quietly sneaks into the night and moisturizes things silently. The official family is so clever. The official family finally shows a trace of the overlord."
With his appearance, I don't know whether to congratulate or mourn for the people of the Song Dynasty. It's ridiculous that Yun Zheng continued to stimulate the ambitions of the officials last year. Now, he should also suffer.
A dragon, regardless of whether he is kind or not, is cruel by nature. In the past, he was only kind because the things he valued most had not yet appeared. Since the birth of the little prince, all the emperor's ambitions have been stimulated. He cannot
He no longer needs to win the love of all his subjects, but now he only needs the love of the little prince. The blood food for thousands of years will naturally be taken care of by his own descendants. He no longer needs those insignificant false names, so the nature of the dragon
It completely exploded.
Immortals are never kind, they are willful. Zhu Rong and his colleagues worked together to collapse Mount Buzhou and bring disaster to the world. The Dragon King of Qiantang was so angry that he caused waves to kill millions of creatures. Your Majesty’s Heavenly Father is
These terrifying existences, so how can we dare to expect that His Majesty still has good qualities in his heart?
The tens of thousands of troops in Nigu Village were completely wiped out, just for a mission that was proved impossible by two famous generals. There was no discussion, no listening to anyone's opinions, and no explanation to everyone why he did this. The only proof
The thing is the supremacy of imperial power.
If the king wants his ministers to die, they must die! When the emperor is angry, he bleeds for thousands of miles and lays down millions of corpses. The officials want to exercise the rights of gods in the human world. He wants to absolutely control the country and control everyone's life and death.
The Imperial Art we taught His Majesty in the early years has finally been put to use, and the people who bear the Imperial Art are none other than ourselves, tying ourselves up in a cocoon, this is true cocooning!
"Give me a jug of wine!"
Han Qi whispered: "After drinking this pot of wine, I will quit drinking. From now on, we will not be a little stupid or confused.
From now on, we have to serve a brand new emperor. The tender history of the Song Dynasty has finally been turned over. From now on, what we will face is either the light of swords or shadows, or open and covert arrows.
From now on, the Song Dynasty will be a fertile ground for conspirators, a paradise for military strategists, a paradise for bandits, and a fighting ground for murderers. The cultural destiny that countless forefathers have worked so hard to build will be destroyed in one day. All I can see is
When it comes to blood and fire, we can’t see the future.
The Great Song Dynasty will also usher in its iron and fire side. We are powerless to stop it and can only be happy to see it happen. May God bless the Great Song Dynasty and our ancestors are above us. An era of desolate life has been opened."
Han Qi was the most emotional drinker. After saying a long sentence, he drank up a large bowl of strong liquor in one gulp like a whale sucking water. Then he stood up unsteadily and saluted Pang Ji indiscriminately.
I staggered away, not knowing whether I was drunk or too sad... At this time, Tokyo was covered with clouds, but it was raining in spring...
The eldest son of the emperor, Zhao Xu, was already able to stumble. Zhao Zhen personally held his son's hand and walked in the rain. Because Zhao Xu's body was too small, Zhao Zhen had to squat down to accommodate his son. Although he was very
Although he was tired, he never tired of it.
Zou Tong and Zheng Bin nervously held two large oil-paper umbrellas to protect the father and son from the rain. Behind them were a large group of concubines, who carefully surrounded the two most noble men in the world and never left.
The imperial garden is full of spring colors. The naughty Zhao Xu doesn't like the brightly blooming winter jasmine flowers, but he likes the newly sprouted grass. He always likes to pull the grass with his hands. Zhao Zhen looked at him with a smile.
The son encouraged his son on the side, hoping that he could pull out the weak green grass from the cracks in the stone slabs.
At this time, the only people who could still sit in the pavilion surrounded by gauze curtains were the Queen and Concubine Shu. One looked at the scene in front of her with joy, while the other looked proud.
"Xu'er's body is really strong. She didn't feel tired at all after walking such a long distance, and she even knew how to pull weeds." The queen said to Concubine Shu happily.
"It's natural. Without a strong body, how can he rule this country in the future? My sister is still too pampered by him. A man will not grow up without some hardships."
"I can't bear to leave my sister. It's a pity that the official family only has so much blood."
Concubine Shu interrupted the Queen's words and said: "Just because the official family only has so little flesh and blood, it needs strict teaching. If the official family has many heirs, we can always choose the emperor using the ancient method of selecting generals. We don't need to worry about the official family.
Have your own opinion."
While talking, Zhao Zhen had already walked back from the rainy field with Zhao Xu. When Concubine Shu saw Zhao Xu lying in her father's arms, her phoenix eyes couldn't help but stare. She took her son from the emperor's hand, put it on the ground, and then
He went to take care of the emperor and drink tea, and never looked at his son again.
Zhao Zhen drank tea, but couldn't help but look at Zhao Xu who was standing pitifully on the ground, and at Concubine Shu's face. He sighed and hardened his heart and stopped caring. After all, Concubine Shu didn't say what she said.
Wrong, it is better to have children like sheep than to have children like wolves.
Once he becomes the emperor, his sheep-like temperament will definitely be slaughtered and divided by careerists.
No one knows that they almost died once. If Chen Lin hadn't handled it well and silenced all the insiders, the world would have been in chaos.
When he thought of his inexplicable fainting, Zhao Zhen felt chills in his heart. His chest felt numb suddenly, and then the heartbreaking pain spread like a spider web. His eyes turned black, and he fell down like a blue sky.
, there was no warning, no precaution. If he died that time, Zhao Zhen did not think that his own flesh and blood could ascend to the throne of God.
For six days, according to Chen Lin, she passed out. For six days, there was no emperor in the Song Dynasty. No one knew that the court was still operating normally, the army was still attacking, and the people were still farming.
, neither Pang Ji nor Baiguan ever doubted the skill of even a cup of tea.
From this day on, Zhao Zhen realized that he seemed to be a dispensable person. He even sadly thought that if he really died, it would be impossible for the civil and military officials to even allow a nursing child to sit on the throne.
The one who accepts the worship of all the people in the world.
This is exactly what he fears the most. His life has basically been a failure and he has not accomplished any earth-shattering achievements. If he loses the throne in the end, Zhao Zhen does not think he has the face to meet his ancestors.
Now, every morning, whenever Zhao Zhen wakes up, he is grateful that he is still alive. No matter what the weather is outside, he will sincerely thank God for giving him another day.
Since others didn’t care much about your existence in the past, you should show your presence to everyone. Since Gao Jixuan said it was possible to kill Yelu Hongji in Yahe River, then try it. Even if it is unsuccessful, the Song Dynasty and
The Liao Kingdom had to start fighting. Anyway, there will be a war between Song and Liao sooner or later. Don't leave things to your young son if you can handle them in your own hands sooner rather than later.
If the days in the past had to be lived year by year, Zhao Zhen planned to live his days with his fingers pinched, and he would choose any shortcut without hesitation. In his opinion, those who do something with eight percent certainty must
He is a person who lives a long life. After today, he doesn’t know if there will be tomorrow. As long as he is 10% sure that he will succeed in something, he will gamble... because he does not have so much time to carefully plan the whole thing.
Details.
So, when the big star fell in the northwest, Zhao Zhen never thought that the big star represented Yunzheng, or that Di Qing, Greedy Wolf Star and Pojun Star hung brightly in the sky, but Ziwei Star seemed dim
No light... If Wang Anshi wants to implement the "Farmland Water Conservancy Law", let him implement it. It sounds good! Pang Ji wants to send Yun Zheng to guard Yanmen Pass, which seems good. This unruly man cannot be left in the capital today.
Tame guys, as long as something sounds beneficial to the court, let them do it...
When the Liao envoys brought the ears of the Song soldiers to the main hall, Zhao Zhen's sadness only lasted for a short time, and he focused his attention on the topographic map of Yanyun's Sixteen Prefectures sent by the Liao people.
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No one could hear the sigh of extreme regret and anger from his heart. Emperor Yelu Hongji of the Liao Kingdom - did not die! How dare he not die!
Looking at his son who was crying and smiling again, Zhao Zhen lowered his body and hugged his son. Smelling the scent of milk on his body and listening to his soft voice, he realized that only by giving him the whole world could he be worthy of this gift from God.