In a daze, Zhao Xin felt her body regain consciousness. There was a faint sound of burning charcoal in her ears.
Immediately, the strong smell of medicine entered his heart from the tip of his nose. An object that seemed to be a spoon pried open his mouth and poured the unpleasant and bitter medicinal soup into his throat.
"Ahem..."
As a result, his body coughed instinctively.
"I...am still alive?" Zhao Xin thought to herself.
But……
So what if we are alive?
He is almost fifty years old, and he has been in office for thirty years, but he has accomplished nothing.
What you want to change never changes!
Gentry! Civil servants! Ancestral system!
It was like three mountains, pressing down on him, making him unable to breathe.
The reforms I wanted to make eventually turned into a bad government that harmed others and myself. What I wanted to do could not escape the obedience and overtones of the ministers below!
After reaching the age of forty-five, my body and will finally became unable to support myself.
Like his father and ancestors, he lingered on the sickbed.
As a result, the achievements that had been achieved reluctantly and the cause that had been fought for day and night returned to before liberation overnight.
The prime ministers and the ruling officials joined forces to imprison him, an official, within three inches of the imperial city.
Government orders do not leave the palace, and authority is limited to three steps.
So, he finally understood the truth: scholars cannot save the Song Dynasty!
Civil servants and bureaucrats can’t even do that!
Relying on civil servants and trying to compromise with the gentry and officials to carry out top-down reforms is asking for trouble!
It can even be said that it is just seeking the skin of a tiger.
Whether it's Wang Anshi, Lu Huiqing, Ouyang Xiu, or Sima Guang.
They are actually in the same group!
Essentially we are fellow travelers!
As long as the reform touches their interests, they will immediately rebound!
So, on the sickbed, he finally understood the teachings of his former leader: Revolution is not about treating guests to dinner, writing articles, painting and embroidering, it cannot be so elegant, it cannot be so leisurely, and it cannot be so polite...
Unfortunately, when I woke up, it was already too late.
Hate, you can only hate yourself.
Too petty bourgeois!
I can only blame myself for being too greedy for vanity, pursuing image too much, and caring too much about what the world thinks!
As a result, he completely abandoned his own advantages and completely placed his butt on the civil servants and gentry.
But I forgot what Lu Xun said - I looked up the history and found that there is no chronology in this history. The four words "benevolence, righteousness and morality" were written on each crooked page. I couldn't sleep, so I read carefully for half the night, and then from
I could see the words between the words, and there were two words written all over the book: Eat people!
The gentry wants to eat people, the civil servants want to eat people, and the nobles and relatives also want to eat people!
And he actually naively thought that he could find a new piece of meat for these guys so that they would not eat the original meat.
How stupid!
How childish!
Who would think that he didn’t eat enough?
Who would think that what they eat is enough?
The human heart is inherently full of desires!
Human nature is meant to look forward to Shu!
That’s why there are allusions about favors being promoted and enemies being fought against, and hence the saying of pushing ahead even further!
Let alone the feudal era of the Northern Song Dynasty. In the world of the previous life, how could the billionaires be willing to cut off their flesh and blood so easily?
Isn’t the blessing of 996 profound enough?
Thinking about this, Zhao Xin felt even more regretful.
He doesn't hate others, he only hates himself.
I hate myself for being naive and stupid, I hate myself for being weak and contemptuous.
At this moment, he remembered a sentence, the last instruction given to him by his father when he was dying: All directions are guilty, but I am guilty! I am guilty, and all directions are not guilty! My son, be like Yao and Shun!
At that time, he was young and energetic, and his mind was full of naive ideas and childish thinking.
Therefore, this teaching was completely misunderstood.
I thought this was his old father, encouraging him to carry forward the language of the people.
In addition, at that time, he was deeply influenced by the novels and TV series he had read. He thought that as long as he gathered famous ministers and generals, and then once his domineering spirit emerged, the people of the world would automatically unite under his command.
But now, after more than thirty years of being severely beaten by society and reality.
He turned around and thought about his old father's legacy again.
Only then did he realize that his old father's last words were not for him to carry forward some kind of folk pig!
Not to mention letting him be friends and associate with the gentry and civil servants!
The real way to open up that sentence is: All directions are guilty, but I am the one to blame - so I am the one who is arbitrary! I am guilty, and no one can blame me - all sins and good deeds are committed by me alone, and I am equal to you.
What to do?
The old father's last words can be summed up in two words: poisonous vegetables!
Hold the power firmly in your own hands, and hold on to the barrel of the gun!
Ministers are just tools and pawns to implement their own will and policies.
If you are obedient, you will be given sweets. If you are not obedient, you will go to Lingnan to stay!
Unfortunately, when I woke up, it was already too late.
Everything is irreversible!
He is just a disabled person on the hospital bed who even needs help when urinating and defecating.
Government affairs are already matters decided by the civil servants and officials gathered together.
And he, the official, became a clay sculpture and a stamping machine.
Even my son can't be seen easily.
"If I could do it all over again..." Zhao Xin thought in her mind, and then started laughing at herself again: "How is this possible?"
But, in the next moment, a voice sounded in Zhao Xin's ears: "Dong Shou, have you taken your medicine?"
"Reporting to Xu Hanlin, I just served the Duke and took the decoction..." a young female voice replied.
"Oh..." The man named Xu Hanlin sighed: "It's been almost half a month. I don't know if the Duke can survive..."
"The day before yesterday, Empress Cao went to the Daxiangguo Temple and prayed in front of the Buddha. She was willing to lose half of her life in exchange for the Duke of the country to survive this disaster safely..."
"However, Qin Tianjian reported: Last night I saw the moon covering my heart and the stars..."
"The officials heard that since morning, no water or rice has come in..."
As he spoke, he sighed.
The moon covering the heart and the star before it is never a good sign!
In the formal Taoist interpretation, there is basically only one explanation for this kind of astrology: the prince of this lord has died, and the country has no heir!
Anyway, since the beginning of observation, if this star appears once, a prince will die!
So, the Hanlin sighed again, worried for the country, the country, and the world.
However, he had no idea what kind of waves and huge waves were being stirred up in the heart of the person lying behind the curtain and screen on the bed just two steps in front of him at this moment!
"Xu Xi!"
"Xu Xi!!!!!"
When Zhao Xin heard Hanlin's voice, he immediately recognized it!
It was this sound that was so unforgettable for him!
In my memory, from the age of two and a half to the age of twenty-five, Xu Hanlin would personally diagnose and treat him whenever he had typhoid fever or colds.
But the problem is...
Hasn’t Xu Xi been dead for more than 20 years?
Zhao Xin remembered that after Xu Xi's death, he personally issued an edict to comfort his family, posthumously awarded him the title of governor of Dengzhou, and even had Xu Xi's portrait commemorated in the Imperial Medical Bureau.
Can a dead person be resurrected?
Immediately, an incredible idea appeared in Zhao Xin's mind.
He struggled desperately, trying hard to open his eyes and take a look at the world.
Finally, he succeeded!
Opening his eyes, candlelight flickered in his eyes, and a bead curtain hung from the bed, dividing the world into two.
Zhao Xin's eyes looked forward slightly.
He saw his own hands, small, fleshy, white and tender.
He also saw that the brocade quilt covering him was needlepoint, not woven.
He also saw the wooden sill with peeling paint next to the edge of the bed.
"This is..." In Zhao Xin's heart, huge waves and storms arose, constantly beating his three views.
"Unexpected, unexpected..."
"In addition to traveling through time, I can actually be reborn!"
Everything he saw before him and what he heard just now had been told to him without any doubt.
He returned to the origin of everything, the beginning of the story, and the starting point of his own tragedy.
Today, it is February of the first year of the Qing Dynasty in the Song Dynasty, this is the imperial city of Bianjing, and he is the second son of the official family of the Song Dynasty, Duke of Shou, and the governor of the Zhongzheng Army - a prince who was born with such a title, and also a current official family,
The only surviving son of the emperor known as Song Renzong in later generations! A poor man who should have died young in history, but miraculously occupied the magpie's nest for a soul from later generations.
Looking back at the past life, it seems like a dream.
Now again...
"I will never make the same mistakes I made before!"
"In this life, I shall be Yao and Shun!"
In the time of Yao, there were ten days in the sky, and six evils were raging, but Emperor Yao killed them all, and then the heaven and earth were used to drive the ghosts and gods out of the world, and let the earthly people return to the earthly world, and the gods return to the gods!
During the reign of Shun, the floods surged into the sky and threatened to destroy the world!
Emperor Shun did not seek help from heaven or ghosts, but led his people to face the great flood.
Gun was first ordered to control the flood, but after nine years of failure, he was killed. Then Yu was ordered to control the flood, and finally the rivers were channeled, and the terrible flood was directed into the sea, and China was at peace.
Therefore, later generations praised: Yao's seal, Shun's soil...
