There was another electric light shining in Zhao Kuangyin’s eyes. He came back to his senses, slapped the dragon case suddenly, and shouted, "Bold slave, it is clearly nine years after the opening of the treasure, and it is only sixteen years away from the foundation of the country and the throne. Hello. If you dare to deceive the emperor face to face and slander the emperor's father, you know that this is a great crime for destroying the nine clans."
The insider was almost limp on the ground, wiped his face with tears and nose, and said, "The emperor Mingjian, Minion... Minion dare not... Minion... Now it is the eleventh year of Shaoxing of the Great Song Dynasty, and it's eleven years away from my great ancestor. The emperor opened the treasure for nine years, it has been... it has been almost two hundred years!"
Zhao Kuangyin was frightened and angry. He wanted to scold again, but his eyes happened to see a line on a book spread over Longan: "The Taizu Qiyun established a great heroic and martial arts, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Yin, whose surname is Zhao, is also from Zhuojun... "I couldn't help but feel weak, and almost sat down on the ground.
It's just that he is a very person after all. He took a strong breath and settled his mind. He picked up the book and flipped through the article until he saw the last sentence: "In the 9th year of the Kaibao Gui Chouxi, the Emperor Beng was in the Hall of Longevity. , 50 years old. Funeral in the western stage of the hall, posthumous posthumous title of the Emperor Yingwu Shengwen Shende, the temple name Taizu."
The book slip quietly slipped from his hand, and Zhao Kuangyin stood upright. For a moment, he didn't know how to face all this in front of him.
The inner servant still knelt on the ground, biting his lip, for fear that his sobbing would disturb the emperor's official family who was meditating.
There was only the sound of wind, rain and thunder in the hall.
After a long time, Zhao Kuangyin let out a bitter sigh.
He walked to the door of the temple and looked up at the sky outside the temple.
I have actually become my own great-grandson.
God fucking, what kind of joke are you kidding me? !
The wind and rain became more anxious, and a few times the rain drifted closer to the hall and hit Zhao Kuangyin's face, making him clear from his messy saneness.
After a long while, he turned around and said to the Neidai Wenyan: "Get up and get me a basin of water."
The hostess hadn't recovered yet, raised his face, and subconsciously knocked his head again and again: "The minion's death! The slave's death!"
Zhao Kuangyin shook his head and smiled bitterly, raised his foot and kicked his ass lightly, and shouted: "I forgive you for your innocence, please go!"
He was also a clever and savvy person, but he was frightened for a while. At this time, seeing Long Yan slightly jerked, he immediately regained his senses, and quickly used both hands and feet to crawl out of the hall.
Before leaving the hall, I suddenly heard the emperor calling out again: "Wait!"
There was a face that hadn’t been opened yet, and immediately started crying again, but he didn’t dare to hesitate. He turned his head and lay on the ground, about to tell forgiveness, and heard Zhao Kuangyin’s faint voice: "If a third person knows What happened just now, you can meet me with your head."
Nai Dai crawled out of the door, only to find that the cold air in the last faint words of His Majesty the Emperor made her own crotch soaked.
He did not dare to delay cleaning up all the way, hurried to the side hall, wiped his face indiscriminately, did not even dare to agree to the greetings from a few familiar friends next to him, picked up the basin of clear water, ran all the way back to Mingde Hall.
He stopped in front of the hall and slowed his breathing. Then he tiptoedly held the water into the Mingde Hall, but suddenly he heard the official on the throne slap the table suddenly, and threw the book on his hand directly on the table. He shouted loudly: "Bastard! Unscrupulous offspring! Basthead!"
Nainai was so frightened that her whole body trembled, and the water in the basin suddenly poured out a half, her feet were soft, and she almost fell to her knees again. Fortunately, the emperor’s official voice rang again, but there was a sense of fatigue. : "Put the water on the table and pick up the book."
Zhao Kuangyin received the book that was waiting to be submitted, and he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.
This is a summary manuscript of the historical records of the emperors of the dynasties newly edited by the History Museum. In a short period of time, no matter how talented Zhao Kuangyin was, he could not read the entire book, but just glance at the past, and everything is everywhere The uselessness is enough to make Zhao Kuangyin angry.
Zhao Guangyi never passed the throne to Defang, which was expected. At least Zhao Guangyi also said to his wife Song personally: "We should protect our wealth together."
At this point, he doesn't hate his second brother now.
The thing that saddens him the most is
After all, Zhao Guangyi did not follow his advice.
In this way, he won the throne, and it is inevitable that the ruling and opposition parties will have rumours. Therefore, he is eager to make contributions and open up the territory. With the military power he left behind, Zhao Guangyi defeated the Northern Han Dynasty in one fell swoop, but he was satisfied with it. , Before taking a break, immediately sent his troops to attack Liao.
You must not be lazy, and soldiers must not be exhausted.
This warning seems to have only been said an hour ago, but the current situation has confirmed his judgment one by one.
After Zhao Guangyi's defeat in the Northern Expedition, the Song army was afraid of the Liao. Over the past 100 years, the Song army has been defeated repeatedly. The great power of the Central Plains has to treat the barbarians of the Liao State as the brother and pay tribute every year.
What's more, the Jurchen barbarians began in the mountains and black waters more than ten years ago. The eighth and ninth emperors of the Song Dynasty, Huizong and Qinzong, had a million masters in their hands. The army went south, pasturing the Central Plains. It even staged a farce where the two generations of emperors of the heavenly kingdom were captured alive by the barbarians, and were taken away in abduction.
No wonder it's a little weird to look at this hall. This place is not the big Song Bianjing run by himself. It is just a small town in Lin'an in a remote corner of the south of the Yangtze River.
Lost Bianjing, lost the hinterland of the Central Plains, the Da Song, which he founded, to a certain extent, has been subjugated to the country.
He raised his head and looked at the wind and rain outside the temple. Now this small southeast court is also precarious. On the bank of the Yangtze River, hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Golden Man Chen Bing, his descendant, he is not thinking about how to repair the army and try to recover. Shamelessly enough, he agreed to the Jin Ren’s request for engraving. He wanted to claim Jin as a minister, and wanted to continue to linger in the name of the domain.
Is it tolerable, unbearable
He stretched out his head and looked at his current face with clear brows but completely unfamiliar with the clear water in the basin. Suddenly he felt a hint of pleasure. He was attached to this descendant named Zhao Gou, and his spirit naturally disappeared. Know where Piaofei is.
That!
If this kind of unscrupulous offspring appeared in front of him, he would personally kill him without hesitation.
Perhaps, letting oneself reincarnate in the body of this shameless descendant is exactly a kind of compensation from Heaven for the humiliation of Song Dynasty for a hundred years.
He raised his face to the sky, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, just to reflect a sneer from the corner of his mouth: "The world... My world, Zhao Kuangyin, I'm back again!"
Zhang Yuan, who had been secretly looking up and observing the expression of the emperor's official family, was hitting this sneer, and suddenly an inexplicable fear surged from his heart.
Although the appearance of the emperor's official house in front of him was the same as usual, he knew deeply that the one standing in front of him was definitely not the gloomy and cowardly emperor Zhao Gou who had served him for nearly six years.
He has never seen such unparalleled confidence and domineering in anyone.
He bit his tongue violently and lowered his head.
Suddenly, Zhao Kuangyin's ear heard a sound that was absolutely inconsistent with the inner courtyard of the imperial city.
Although this kind of sound is mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, it is as subtle as dripping from the eaves.
But Zhao Kuangyin, who has been in battle for a long time, clearly knows that this is a well-trained horse, which is coming straight in his direction at the fastest speed.
On the first day I came to this era, there were people riding into the palace on horseback.
This world seems to be getting more and more interesting.
The sound of horseshoes gradually rang, and the imperial city's waiting to be defended and the sound of breaking the wind could already be heard, but the sound of horseshoes did not stop, and went all the way to the hall where he was.
At this time, even Zhang Yuan heard the noise outside the hall, and quickly stood up, ran to cover the hall door first, and then blocked him in front of Zhao Kuangyin.
The horse had a hundred steps in front of the hall, and suddenly the horse hissed, but it seemed to be frightened, and the sound of its hoof stopped suddenly.
Zhao Kuangyin frowned slightly. He was familiar with equestrianism. The horse in front of the hall was rushing but could stand up suddenly. It was really an inexperienced horse. I really couldn't think of anything terrible outside the hall that would make such a horse suffer. shock.
Zhang Yuan's face was blue and white, but You Qiang stood in front of Zhao Kuangyin, half-stepping.
With a vain scream, all the wind and thunder were covered for a while. Then a muffled sound of golden and iron strikes resounded throughout the imperial city.
With a loud "bang", the door of the palace was hit and opened. A middle-aged general in a white robe was soaked in blood, dragging half of a spear that broke from it, and rushing into the palace with the wind and rain all over the sky.
Zhang Yuan screamed with fright: "Guardian, escort!"
General Baipao dropped the silver spear in his hand, bowed to the ground, and cried out in tears: "Your Majesty, Yue Fei has been wronged!"
A red shadow flashed into the hall and put the sword on the white-robed general's neck. Then many guards followed in, and they pressed their swords against the white-robed general, but the white-robed general was shocked. If he didn't realize it, he just stared at Zhao Kuangyin, his face full of beards and beards pierced up, and he exclaimed: "Your Majesty, Yue Fei has been wronged."
The red-clothed guard slammed the ground with a sword and saluted: "Han Shizhong rode into the palace on horseback. The ministers waited for the rescue to arrive late. Please forgive the emperor."
Although Zhao Kuangyin hadn't personally seen the situation outside Fangcai's Palace, he used his ears to replace his eyes, but he had a general judgment on the situation of the other talent in his heart.