Pang Ji snorted softly, "There are fewer people, Yun Zheng no longer has the heroic spirit of the past. Since those scums can use money to bribe the people of Xixia, they will even take the initiative to tell the guards of other places in the Liao Kingdom for their own safety, so they can surrender when the Xixia army is at the city! Humph, a third-rank grand sir is not necessary to make a fuss about killing a few military men, not to mention that he is a person who is just a military fellow. If he doesn't really stand it, he wouldn't do this. The commander in the army will naturally do military law to deal with his subordinates. Can't those censors even impeach such a thing?

I dare to say that only Yun Zheng and Di Qing, the guards in the border areas, may only know what they are facing. The rest of the people think that the Song Dynasty and Liao Kingdom have been suspended for fifty years, and maybe another fifty years will be suspended for another fifty years. With such an idea, I dare not think about what a miserable scene it would be if the Liao Kingdom knocked on the gate."

Han Qi nodded and looked at Xiaoyu outside the window at some point and whispered: "The censors are becoming less and less arrogant. Wen Yanbo has a tendency to be unable to control himself. After the seal was opened at the beginning of the year, the officials integrated the East and West Pavilions into the Censorate, with the Royal Certificate Grand Sima serving as the chief officer. Wen Yanbo, the deputy chief minister, no longer has much power to restrain the censors.

I am very worried that the Censorate will become a mad dog released by His Majesty! I am also worried that from now on, no one can escape the Censorate’s criticism from now on!”

Pang Ji raised his body and looked at the scenery outside the window and smiled: "The rain knows the season, and it happens when spring happens. The sound of a silence into the night, moistening things silently. The government is a good method. The government finally showed a trace of the appearance of a domineering monarch. I don't know whether to congratulate the subjects of the Song Dynasty or to mourn the subjects of the Song Dynasty. It's ridiculous that Yun Zheng was constantly inspiring the ambitions of the officials last year. Now, he should suffer.

A dragon, whether he is kind or not, is cruel in nature. The reason for being kind before was that what he valued the most was not yet appeared. Since the little prince was born, all the emperor's ambitions were aroused. He no longer needed to be loved by all subjects. Now he only needed the little prince to love him. Ten thousand years of blood food will naturally be controlled by his own descendants. He no longer needed those irrelevant false names, so the nature of the dragon completely exploded.

Gods are never kind. They are willful. Zhurong works together and fights together to collapse Buzhou Mountain and bring disaster to the world. The Dragon King of Qiantang is angry and kills millions of creatures. His Majesty’s Heavenly Father is these terrifying existences. So, how dare we expect His Majesty to have good qualities in his heart?

The tens of thousands of troops in Nigu Village were wiped out, just for a task that was proven impossible by two famous generals. There was no discussion, no listen to anyone's opinions, and no explanation to everyone why he did this. The only thing that proved was the supremacy of imperial power.

If the king wants his minister to die, his ministers have to die! The emperor is angry and bleeding thousands of miles away, and he is buried in a million corpses. The official wants to exercise God's rights on earth. He wants to absolutely control this country and control the life and death of everyone.

The imperial art we taught to His Majesty in the early years finally had a place to use, and the people who endured the imperial art were ourselves, and we were bound by ourselves. This was the real self-binding!”

"Give me a pot of wine!"

Han Qi whispered: "After drinking this pot of wine, I quit drinking and never get drunk. From now on, we can't be a little stupid or a little confused.

From now on, we will serve a brand new emperor. The warm page of the Song Dynasty's history books have finally been turned over. From now on, we will face either swords and swords or open guns and hidden arrows.

From now on, the Song Dynasty will be a fertile land for conspirators, a paradise for military strategists, a paradise for robbers, a fighting arena for bloodthirsty people, and the literary fortunes built by countless sages will be destroyed. I only see blood and fire in front of me, but I can’t see the future.

The Song Dynasty will also usher in its iron and fire side. We are powerless to stop it, and we can only enjoy the success. May God bless the Song Dynasty, and the ancestors and ancestors are above, and an era of the devastating creatures have been opened."

Han Qi was the most emotional when drinking. After saying a long sentence, he drank a large bowl of strong wine like a whale sucking water. Then he stood up staggeringly, saluting Pang Ji, and then staggered away. I don’t know if it was drunk or too sad... At this time, Tokyo was covered with clouds, but the spring rain was drizzling...

The eldest son of the emperor, Zhao Xu, was able to stumbling around. Zhao Zhen held his son in his hand and walked in the rain. Because Zhao Xu was too small, Zhao Zhen had to squat halfway down and put his son in his hand. Although he was very tired, he was happy.

Zou Tong and Zheng Bin nervously supported two large oil-paper umbrellas to shelter the two father and son. Behind them were a large group of concubines, they carefully surrounded the two most noble men in the world.

The imperial garden is full of spring scenery. The naughty Zhao Xu doesn't like the beautiful forsythia flowers, but he likes the newly sprouted grass very much and always likes to pull weeds with his hands. Zhao Zhen smiled and encouraged his son, hoping that he could pull out the weak grass from the cracks of the stone slabs.

At this time, the only people who could still sit in the pavilion surrounded by the curtain were the queen and Shufei. One looked at the scene in front of him with joy, and the other looked proud.

"Xu'er's body is really strong. She is not tired after walking such a long way. She also knows how to pull weeds." The queen said to Shufei happily.

"This is naturally. Without a strong body, how can I control this country in the future? My sister is still too spoiled to him. A man will not grow up without suffering."

"Sister, I'm always reluctant to let go. The poor official family has just a little bit of bone-feeling blood."

Concubine Shu cut off the queen's words and said: "It is because the official family only has such a little bit of bones and blood that requires strict teaching. If the official family has many descendants, we can always use the ancients to choose emperors, so we don't have to worry about it. The official family has its own opinions."

While talking, Zhao Zhen had already taken Zhao Xu back from the rain. When Concubine Shu saw Zhao Xu lying in her father's arms, she couldn't help but glared at her phoenix eyes, took her son from the emperor and placed it on the ground, and then went to take care of the emperor for tea, and never looked at her son again.

Zhao Zhen drank tea, but his eyes kept looking at Zhao Xu who was standing pitiful on the ground. He looked at Concubine Shu's face, sighed and hardened his heart and stopped caring. After all, Concubine Shu was right. Giving a child is like a sheep is worse than giving birth to a child like a wolf.

Once you become an emperor, your temperament like a sheep will definitely be slaughtered and divided by ambitious families.

No one knew that he had almost died once. If Chen Lin hadn't handled it properly and silenced all the insiders, the world would have been in chaos at this time.

When Zhao Zhen thought of his inexplicable fainting, his heart became cold, his chest suddenly numbed, and then the pain spread like a spider web, and his eyes turned black, and the blue sky and the sun fell down like this, without any signs or prevention. If he died that time, Zhao Zhen would not think that his bones and blood could ascend to the throne.

For six days, according to Chen Lin, she fainted for six days. 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. No matter Pang Ji or the officials, they had never doubted how much they could take for a cup of tea.

It was from this day that Zhao Zhen found that he seemed to be an optional person. He even thought sadly that if he really died, civil and military officials would not even allow a child who was still breastfeeding to sit on the dragon throne and accept worship from the subjects of the world.

This is exactly what he is most taboo. His life is basically a failure and he has not made any earth-shaking achievements. If he even lost the throne in the end, Zhao Zhen would not think he had the prestige to meet his ancestors.

Now, every morning, Zhao Zhen wakes up and is glad that he is still alive. No matter what weather is outside, he will sincerely thank God for giving him another day.

Since others didn't care much about their existence before, then show everyone his sense of existence. Since Gao Jixuan said that it was possible to kill Yelu Hongji in the Yazi River, then try it. Even if it was not successful, the Song Dynasty and Liao Kingdom would have to start a war. Anyway, there will be a war between the Song and Liao Dynasty sooner or later. Sooner or later, don't leave it to your young son if you can handle things in your hands.

If the days before need to be lived year by year, Zhao Zhen plans to pass through his current life with his fingers, he will make no decisions about any shortcuts. In his opinion, a person who is 80% sure of doing things must be a long-lived person. After he has passed today, he doesn’t know if there are still people tomorrow. If he is sure to do something successful, he will bet... because he doesn’t have so much time to carefully plan the details of the whole thing.

So, when the big star fell to the northwest, Zhao Zhen never thought that the big star represented Yun Zheng, or Di Qing, the Tianlang Star and the Pojun Star were lingering brilliantly in the sky, but the Ziwei Star seemed dim and dull... Wang Anshi wanted to implement the "Farmland Water Conservancy Law", so let him implement it, it sounded good! Pang Ji wanted to send Yun Zheng to guard Yanmen Pass, which seemed good. Nowadays, this unruly guy cannot be left in the capital. As long as it sounds like a favorable thing to the court, let them do it...

When the Liao envoy sent the ears of the Song army soldiers to the hall, Zhao Zhen's sadness lasted for only a short time and focused his attention on the topographic map of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun sent by the Liao people.

No one could hear the sigh of regret and anger in his heart. Emperor Yelu Hongji of Liao Kingdom - he was not dead! He dared not to die!

After looking at his son who was laughing at him, Zhao Zhen lowered his body and picked up his son. He smelled the milk fragrance on his body and listened to his soft voice. He found that only by giving him the whole world can he be worthy of this gift given to him by God! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: Chapter 2, you may not believe it. I wrote this chapter for a whole night and finally explained Zhao Zhen’s major changes. This volume is over. Today, I have to take a train home for more than ten hours. If I want to update, I have to wait for tomorrow. Ji Yubao.

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