In the magnificent dormitory, several young maids in palace clothes stood quietly with their hands down, and one middle-aged man dressed in a pale face and was standing on the bed with a worried face, looking at the young man lying on the bed from time to time.

The young man's face was so pale that he had his eyes half closed, and he made a few inexplicable dreams, such as "dreaming" and "time travel", and some other dreams, but the middle-aged man could not understand the meaning of those words at all.

After about two hours, the young man never woke up, while the maid in the room kept standing and did not dare to make any sound. The middle-aged man leaned his head and listened for a moment, and heard a clearer syllable, and whispered: "The prince wants to drink water and get ginseng soup."

Hearing the order, a maid in the corridor quickly turned around and walked out, but because she had been standing for too long, her feet were a little paralyzed. After moving, her soles of her feet became soft and she fell to the ground and knocked down a chair.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and was about to scold him, but he saw the young man on the bed suddenly opening his eyes and sitting up. He smiled and said in a low voice: "God bless you, Prince, you have finally woken up!"

Although the young man woke up, his eyes were full of doubts. He turned to ask the middle-aged man: "Where is this? Who am I?"

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Time flies, and it has been more than half a month since I knew it. Zhao Ji has gradually gotten used to life in this world, but he is still unable to accept his new identity emotionally.

But those who have a little understanding of history will know who "Zhao Ji" is, the king of the Northern Song Dynasty who "can do everything, but cannot be the king" and "great and prosperous, and great", Song Huizong Zhao Ji. Of course, strictly speaking, he is not the king of the country that destroyed the country. After almost the disaster of the great country, the Jin soldiers went south to attack Tokyo Bianliang, and he gave up his throne to his son Emperor Qinzong. But he could not die well, and in the end, the father and son were kidnapped by the Jin people, and the great country was only half of the wall.

For a soul from later generations, it is really hard to accept that he has become the prodigal son and national sinner who is the number one in Tianzi. However, the situation has been done. Apart from accepting fate, Zhao Ji really has no room for resistance, unless he wipes his neck and dies again.

The only good news is that Zhao Ji is only sixteen years old this year. He has not yet succeeded to the throne and became emperor, but has only been named Duan Wang. In other words, there are nearly thirty years left before the tragic Jingkang shame of the civilization. The Jurchens who broke through half of the Song Dynasty have not even been unified and are still under the oppression of the Liao Kingdom in the north. In other words, there is still a chance to turn everything around!

After realizing these, Zhao Ji was in a state of great excitement. The Song Dynasty was the richest and most civilized dynasty in history, and the inheritance of the Han Dynasty developed to its peak in this era. At the same time, it was also an era of many disasters. The inadvertent establishment of a country and the national policy of emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts ran through the two Song dynasties and was always surrounded by wolves. At the battle of Yashan, 100,000 people died on the sea, and some people shouted "There is no China after Yashan." The fall of the Song Dynasty was not just a change of dynasties, but also a sign of the demise of the world's most leading civilization at that time! This was not just a simple national complex, but a tragedy in which everyone who yearned for civilization sighed.

When you travel to this era of prosperity and decline in the Song Dynasty, do you have to sit back and watch all tragedies happen one by one in the established order? This is absolutely not possible!

Zhao Ji felt that he should do something so that he would not be in vain to come to this era. Although the details of this era are very different from the Song Dynasty recorded in later history books, even if there is a completely irrelevant different time and space, as long as the Song Dynasty exists, he must protect it wholeheartedly!

However, during the period when he was staying away, the arrival of a visitor poured a basin of cold water on the passionate Zhao Ji's head.

On this day, Zhao Ji was reading in the study and sorting out the memories he inherited after traveling through time. The more he sorted out the remaining memories in his mind, the more he felt more indignant. The memories left by Zhao Ji, the predecessor, left behind, were almost no memories of how to use politics and care about people's livelihood, besides the romance and moon, enjoying and having fun. Does this idiot really think that he was born to eat, drink and have no responsibility?

At this moment, the eunuch general outside the door, the middle-aged man Liang Shicheng, whom Zhao Ji woke up, walked in. Liang Shicheng was one of the treacherous ministers who were called the "Six Thieves" in the Huizong Dynasty. Since Zhao Ji learned of his identity, he has been rude to this future tyrant. When he saw him walking in, his face couldn't help but sank, "What's the matter?"

"Prince, someone from the palace just reported that the official family would come to the royal palace to visit later, and the mansion must prepare to welcome him immediately..." Liang Shicheng said carefully.

Hearing this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a little nervous and quickly got up to prepare for the matter. In the memory he had accepted, he had some such experience. Perhaps this era was quite enlightened, and royal people were quite humane. Even if the emperor and his brothers were getting along, they were just like brothers in the people, but the necessary etiquette was still to be presented.

The emperor came to Duan's house to visit his brothers, but did not show any solemn support. He just walked in through the gate of the palace with a chariot. Before the people in the palace shouted long live, the emperor had already walked out of the chariot, and smiled and helped Zhao Ji up, pulled his arm and said, "I heard that the Eleventh Brother was ill in bed, and the Empress Dowager was very worried. I should have come and visited him early, but I was busy with political affairs, so I took some time today. The Eleventh Brother looked good, and he should have been fine, right?"

Emperor Zhezong was in his twenties and looked a little pale and not very healthy. He was the sixth son of Emperor Shenzong and had succeeded to the throne at the age of nine. It was only in recent years that he had not started to rule the country until the Empress Dowager Xiang passed away. His name was Zhao Ji "Eleventh Brother" was just a common name among the royal children. It was not that he was younger than Zhao Ji, but Zhao Ji was four years younger than the emperor.

The emperor was kind and friendly, and Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel nervous. He smiled and answered, and then bowed to invite the emperor into the main hall of the royal palace.

The brothers sat opposite each other and chatted for a while. Emperor Zhezong suddenly smiled and said, "I received an interesting note during the ban the day before yesterday. I happened to bring it to Brother Eleven today."

Zhao Ji was shocked when he heard this, and took the note with both hands and opened it. He inherited the memory of his ex-girlfriend Zhao Ji and also had a foundation for the writing of this era, so it was not difficult to read. But after reading it, he couldn't help but sweat. It turned out that this note was a censor named Zhao Ji who was the king of censors to form cliques for personal gain, which was an extremely serious crime. Zhao Ji looked up at the emperor and looked at him with a smile, and quickly turned over and bowed, saying, "My brother is afraid..."

Before Zhao Ji could continue, the emperor waved his hand and smiled, "Eleventh Brother, don't be afraid. I will pass this memorable comment to you, that is, brothers are not doubtful. This memorable comment is really a very confused statement. Our brothers are the most talented and older, and you are no less than Li Chongguang, the late emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty. The literati and poets came to show you a poem and essay. It is an extremely elegant thing, nothing is it. You should relax your heart and don't worry."

The emperor came and went quickly. After thinking about it, it seemed that he was just to get a memorial to show him. However, Zhao Ji was in a deeper mood. How could he not understand the emperor's intention to beat him? When Emperor Zhezong succeeded to the throne, he was almost intercepted by Emperor Shenzong's brothers. When he was planning for his descendants, how could he not be careful of his brothers? If Zhao Ji knew nothing about the future, he would naturally be at ease to be a rich and prosperous king, but he knew that although Emperor Zhezong had aspirations to be the leader of the revival, he would be unfortunately dead in a few years. Whether he wanted to or did not, he would be arrested and put on the jar.

Zhao Ji now understood why he had only some experiences of romanticism in his mind, and in addition to his temperament, he also had the intention of protecting himself. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel depressed. He was suspected of seeking fame and hope to be participated by the censors after just a few banquets with officials. However, once he ascended the throne and was asked by his ministers to work hard to become the leader of revival. Could it be that they thought that governing the country was so simple that it could be learned in two or three days? Or the emperor didn't have to worry about nothing, just sit on the dragon throne like a puppet and watch them show their strength and prosperity in the world?

After the emperor left, Zhao Ji became more depressed and had no intention of staying in the palace, so he wanted to go out for a walk and relax.

Liang Shicheng observed his expression and turned around and ordered the maids to prepare clothes. He also turned around and changed into a blue hood of slaves, and was excited to go out with Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji changed into a dress, picked up a small folding fan of jade bones and stuffed it into the fan bag in his sleeve. He turned his head and saw Liang Shicheng standing beside him. However, apart from the natural disgust in his memory, the eunuch was considerate of serving him. After traveling for a few days, he was smart enough to call him. He often knew what he was going to do with just one look. Forget it, let's stay by my side first. Anyway, he remembered what he was like, and he would be willing to be content in the future and would not be stingy to reward him for his wealth. If he had any inappropriate thoughts, he would just demote him.

A dead eunuch followed by, followed by two strong guards. Zhao Ji wandered out of the palace without a clear purpose, and wandered on the street.

When I walked on the street, a prosperous atmosphere came to my face. Not to mention the crowds surging on the street, just looking at the street-side houses lined up on both sides of the street, as well as the Huanmen Colored Buildings made of colorful paper and silk in front of the doors of wine and food shops, it already makes people feel that the flowers are gradually fascinating.

Although it was the royal palace, the street market was not neglected. Vendors who pushed food trucks from both sides of the street were occasionally passing by. Fresh fruits or various fried noodles were placed on the shelves. Although they only passed by, they still had a fragrant smell. Occasionally, someone in the teahouse wine shop leaned over, and some bamboo poles were carried over with a plate of cups. After delivering the fruits, they took the copper coins back. The money and goods were all done neatly.

There were also women riding donkeys across the street. Their headdresses were wrapped around their delicate bodies but could not hide their graceful curves. A group of floating sluts followed behind and screamed strangely, and there were people clapping their palms or slamming the pillars next to them.

Although Tokyo Bianliang still had the title of market in the Song Dynasty, the system had been broken. Although it was no longer orderly and strict, the entire city seemed to be lively. Even though it had been influenced by civilization a thousand years later, to be honest, the steel and concrete metropolises in later generations may not be as good as the vivid and popular Tokyo Bianliang in front of him. He walked and stopped, and passed the Dongjiao Tower at the foot of the imperial city from the downtown area of ​​Donghuamen. He felt that everything he saw and heard was extremely vivid, and it was so cute and lively that he saw the Qingming River on paper that he saw later generations.

Zhao Ji felt that every time he took a breath of the prosperous breath that was thousands of years ago, he would have a little more earthly energy in his body that was closely related to this era, but he pressed all the things that he still remembered in his mind to the deepest part of his heart. Putting aside the sorrow in his heart, Zhao Ji let go of his heart and immersed himself in this prosperous Tokyo, and his depression gradually dissipated. He walked into a restaurant and handed the waiter to taste the same fruit and snacks for himself, or squatted on the stall and snatched the gambling goods with others. He walked along the way and won some useless things from the clay pots and porcelain cups, and threw them to Liang Shicheng, the eunuch behind him.

After a while, Liang Shicheng was not enough, so he simply called a merchandise, bought his cart, and gritted his teeth and threw all the goods Zhao Ji got on it. He was already sweating profusely, panting, but he did not dare to make a sound to interrupt the prince's interest. He was also a little curious. In the past, the prince only loved the romantic scene or the Taoist tricks. Why did he change his temperament today and burst into such enthusiasm for these usual things on the street?

His narrow little eyes rolled for a moment, and he also noticed Zhao Ji's abnormal mood today. Perhaps he wanted to wander around and relax, so he said, "The prince wants to see the world and people's livelihood. It's a coincidence that today is the day when the Daxiangguo Temple opens. It's more lively and prosperous than here."

Hearing this, Zhao Ji became more and more excited, so he waved his hand to let Liang Shicheng open the way. Liang Shicheng had to bite his back teeth and push a truck of goods toward Daxiangguo Temple.

Xiangguo Temple is located in the southeast of the old city. It goes east by the Zhouqiao Yanbian River. As Liang Shicheng said, its prosperity is several times higher than that on the Yu Street outside Donghuamen. In addition to the nobles and scholars, there are more merchants and pawns, ordinary people, majestic imperial guards, as well as Taoist priests with fairy-like style, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, all inclusive. From here to the Yangzhou Water Gate outside the old city, it is the most prosperous and mixed place in Bianliang City. Because this is the important place for water and land in Tokyo, the passenger and cargo ships from the south of the Yangtze River have to dock on this line, and they are transported to a cargo warehouse connected to a shore with a large cargo warehouse on the shore with a prosperous commerce and trade, and it is the best in the world.

Zhao Ji walked by the river and was not in a hurry to go to the Xiangguo Temple Fair. He stood on the dock, watching the boats and boats shuttled back and forth on the shimmering Bian River, the mountains of grain, rice, silk and other goods piled up along the coast, and the labor of hard transporting goods like ants. This is the most prosperous and enlightened era in human history, but this prosperity is too fragile. In less than thirty years, it will all be destroyed by war, and it will only remain in the sadness of the old people who dreamed of midnight...

Zhao Ji suddenly felt that his depression was nothing. As long as he walked out to the street market, he would not allow the alien barbarians to destroy the prosperous and dreamy Bianliang Tokyo! Who dared to covet or destroy it, which would break his head and break his bones, and kill his other clans and the country!

There has never been a moment when Zhao Ji’s requirements for his future are so specific, profound and fulfilling! He is the Great Song Dynasty, and the Great Song Dynasty is him. Even if there are many obstacles, even if there are thousands of efforts in the future, it is difficult to turn the world around. He would rather be a ghost guarding the territory than a king who destroyed the country!

Liang Shicheng had already transferred the cart to a guard and quietly walked behind Zhao Ji and stood there. From the side, he saw Zhao Ji's solemn expression and the stunning light in his eyes. He suddenly felt like a pile of blocks in his chest, and his breathing became thick and turbid for a moment. He felt that the prince had become completely renewed from head to toe, and was no longer the flashy and slutty he was familiar with, and he became a little scared for a moment.

Zhao Ji did not pay attention to the change in Liang Shicheng's expression, and he had gradually made a suggestion in his heart. Although he is just a prince now and must not interfere in politics, the world has never been limited to the court. All three religions and peddlers are the world. He can spend the few years before ascending the throne to immerse himself in this world, listen to the people's wishes at the bottom, and take the initiative to rule in the future. He will naturally be targeted in any decision to make and not be a confused emperor who does not know the sufferings of the people.

After having an idea in his mind, Zhao Ji became brisk and waved his hand and said, "Let's go to Daxiangguo Temple."

But just as he turned around and raised his legs, he suddenly heard a shout from the group of laborers' strokes: "...Gangmaster, Gangmaster Qiao..."
Chapter completed!