Rumbling.
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With a muffled thunder, Zhao Kuangyin raised his head from the dragon table, feeling quite groggy.
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Suddenly, he remembered the nightmare he had just had, and he couldn't help being frightened, and suddenly stood up.
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Neidai, who was standing next to him, quickly knelt to the ground and said softly: "Officials, the servant Zhang Yuan is on duty."
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He then settled down and looked around carefully.
The dragon robe is still on, and the purple gold crown with the hair is not messed up at all. Although the golden palace in which you are in looks a little strange, and you don’t know the internal treatment, you can be sure that you are still in the imperial city of the Song Dynasty. Fortunately, everything just now is really just a dream of Nan Ke.
But it's obviously already winter, how can there be such a thunderstorm? And on his body, he was actually wearing a crown of summer.
He frowned, and asked You Neidai, who was kneeling on the ground: "Are you a new Neidai? Where is Liu Si? Why is he not on duty?"
The inner waiter raised his head with a look of sorrow: "Returning to the emperor, Xiao Slave has been serving in the official house since Shaoxing six years ago. It has been more than five years since Liu Si... Liu Si... Xiao Slave doesn't know him, Xiao Slave... Xiao The slave doesn't know."
Zhao Kuangyin shook his head, but his mind was still in that dream just now. He didn't hear this silly internal treatment very clearly. He just turned around and sat back on the dragon seat and said in a deep voice: "Go, give King Jin to I found it."
The inner waiter was stunned for a moment, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.
He raised his head and saw Zhao Kuangyin's eyes condensed on his face, his feet softened suddenly, so he bowed to the ground, crawled to the front of the dragon case with his hands and feet, squatted repeatedly, and said with a trembling voice: "The minion deserves to die, the minion deserves to die."
Zhao Kuangyin was stunned slightly: "Bold slave, I asked you to go to Emperor Xuanjin, what crime are you here to invite?!"
The inner waiter raised his head, and it took a long time to resist the trembling of his teeth, and reluctantly said: "The emperor, in the past 100 years since the establishment of the Great Song Dynasty, there has only been one Jin Wang, and that is our Emperor Taizong! "
Although the internal voice was soft, it was thunder and lightning in Zhao Kuangyin's ears. He suddenly stood up, and slammed into the dragon chair. He fell heavily on the ground, but he didn't notice it, just murmured in his mouth: "The Great Song... has been established for more than a hundred years? Emperor Taizong... Taizong..."
In a daze, before his eyes, he seemed to have returned to the strange nightmare just now.
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It was the nine years of Tianbao, a dusk of rain and snow.
Light rain rolled the snow, covering the entire Bianjing city.
In the longevity hall, the four corners of the charcoal stove are burning smokeless charcoal made of red juniper. The fire is shining, but no trace of smoke escapes from the mouth of the stove. Zhao Kuangyin, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, confronted the king of Jin Zhao Guangyi who was sitting on the wine table in the middle of the hall. He saw that the flame of the porcelain hot pot on the table had gradually faded. He glanced around the empty hall, frowned and called, "Come here! people!"
Zhao Kuangyin stood up on his own, took the charcoal fire and filled it into the porcelain hot pot. He laughed and said, "Second brother, why have you forgotten? I personally ordered them to withdraw from a hundred steps. Within a hundred steps, there should be nothing. The sound disturbs you and my drinking pleasure. I dare to bet you that even if you slowly slap their heads with a knife, they won't make a half-noise."
A look of jealousy and envy flashed across Zhao Guangyi's face. He was immediately replaced by obedience. He hurriedly took over the work in Zhao Kuangyin's hands and smiled bitterly: "I don't dare to gamble with the emperor. Horses, trained by the emperor's brother to be a steel army. With such invincible iron army in hand, sweeping the world is just around the corner.
"The world..." Zhao Kuangyin looked at the misty rain and snow outside the window, with a look of excitement on his slightly drunken face, he stood up and walked to the window. As early as the age of forty, his skill had reached the limit. Realm, time and wind have never left any marks on his face, and his sharply carved face like marble has a cold smile: "Northern Han Dynasty, Northern Liao Dynasty..."
Looking at his expression, Zhao Guangyi suddenly seemed to smell a bloody smell, and fought a cold war for no reason. I don’t know when, he suddenly had an indescribable fear of this emperor who grew up together. Especially in the past few years, he has been fighting all over the world. He has seen more of his flat dragon stick like a violent dragon. After stirring up a sea of blood and flesh and fragments of residual limbs on the battlefield, this sense of fear has increased day by day. Every time I see him show such an expression, it means that I don’t know how many men are going to bury the bones in the battlefield, and how many heads will fall to the ground in an instant, so that every time I see him showing this look, I don’t know. Consciously have a feeling of breathlessness.
This is power.
Once the dominant position is in hand, you can naturally call on the wind to call on the rain and win the life and death.
Zhao Guangyi secretly clenched his fists.
Zhao Kuangyin did not notice this. He said to himself: "The Northern Han Dynasty ruled the north bank of the Yellow River, and the Liao Kingdom held the Sixteen Continents of Youyun. Although my Song Dynasty proclaimed to be orthodox, in fact, I was just the emperor of a corner of the Central Plains. That's it."
"So" he turned his head and looked at Zhao Guangyi. Zhao Guangyi couldn't help but feel guilty. He loosened his fist, but he heard Zhao Kuangyin say in his ear: "In my lifetime, I may not be able to defeat the Northern Han Dynasty, destroy the Liao State, and dominate the world, but One day in the Great Song Dynasty, we will reunite the mountains and rivers that have been divided for a hundred years since the end of Tang Dynasty. Guangyi, you must promise me.
Zhao Guangyi felt hot, and he blurted out: "Brother Emperor, you will hand the Jiangshan Sheji in my hands, I must..."
However, Zhao Kuangyin slowly shook his head, with an incomprehensible smile at the corner of his mouth: "I have said this to you and Defang. This world is always yours. No matter who you come to be the master of this country, you must. Unite as one and move northward. Fighting tigers will not leave your brothers. Your enemies are not your own people, but the Ni Han and Bei Liao who still occupy half of our rivers and mountains."
Zhao Guangyi's heart slowly cooled down again. Zhao Defang is the parent of Zhao Kuangyin, who is known as the filial piety. In the past two years, Zhao Kuangyin has sent many ambassadors to Zhao Defang.
He lowered his head, for fear that Zhao Kuangyin would see the sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Yes, since Pangu opened the world, except for the three generations of Yao and Shun that no one has seen in the legend, there is any emperor who will not pass the world to his son, but give it to his brother.
To get all of this, you can only grab it yourself.
When Zhao Kuangyin watched Zhao Guangyi bow his head and said nothing, he also smiled bitterly. He loved this younger brother the most since he was a child, but his desire for power is too great, so he deliberately tentatively speaks through the wine, but sure enough, he still takes it too seriously. .
Teach slowly.