"I, Zhao Ji, the eighth emperor of the Song Dynasty, the king of the resurgence of the Song Dynasty, would like to pay my respects to the ancestors of the sky today."
"Can I bear the glory of my ancestors?!"
He is the emperor, elegant and handsome, and knows everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He completely interprets the three words of nobility and handsomeness. Many times, Zhao Ji envies his concubines. What kind of blessings did he have in his previous life to be able to have such perfection as himself? husband.
It was already perfect in the first place, and now it is blessed by the halo of achievements of destroying the Liao Dynasty, restoring the land, and reviving the Song Dynasty.
In Zhao Ji's opinion at this moment, the word "perfect" is too simple and cannot describe such a majestic image of himself. He deserves a word more perfect than perfect.
"extremely."
An idea flashed in Zhao Ji's mind, and a word jumped out.
"My achievements can only be praised in this world with two words: "Excellent"!"
When Prime Minister Cai Jing heard this, his eyes lit up and he quickly answered, "Those who want to be in power don't have to do serious business, but they must be active in courting horses."
This is true both in ancient and modern times.
"The official family is superb!"
The others followed one after another, and for a while, the sound of blessing Zhao Ji to achieve great success as soon as possible echoed endlessly in front of the ancestral tablet in the Ancestral Temple.
After the voices subsided, Cai Jingjin continuously reported the progress of the most important work to his leaders.
"I have respected the official's will and sent envoys to deposit money as soon as possible to discuss with the Kingdom of Jin the matter of our country's return to Yanyun and other places."
Hear the words.
Zhao Ji laughed, his face full of arrogance, and he almost had the word "Awesome" tattooed on his forehead.
"Wonderful! Very wonderful!"
"On the day when the Sixteenth State of Yanyun is restored to the Song Dynasty, all civil and military officials will be rewarded!"
In the subconscious mind of Zhao Ji, the most noble commander of the Song Dynasty, after the destruction of the Liao Kingdom, the Han Dynasty Song Dynasty, as one of the two-way coalition forces, was certainly qualified to take back the sixteen states of Yanyun that Shi Jingtang had ceded a hundred years ago.
After all, the land of Yanyun has been the sacred and indivisible territory of the Han family in the Central Plains since ancient times.
Since the land of Yanyun was taken away by the Liao Kingdom at the beginning, and now the Liao Kingdom has been destroyed, isn't it natural to take it back? !
"Thank you for your kindness!"
Led by Prime Minister Cai Jing, the six thieves led all the officials of the Song Dynasty who were present. They all knelt down and knelt down to thank the Lord for his kindness. They all grinned happily and were all ready to carry sacks of money.
They knew very well that the master in front of them had a casual temperament. As long as he made people happy, he would never be stingy with rewards. Sprinkling money was the basic operation.
In fact, Song Ting regained the land of Yanyun this time.
The original history was full of humiliation.
After the Song and Jin Dynasties united to destroy the Liao Dynasty, the actual control of the sixteen states of Yanyun fell into the hands of the Jin State. Although the Song Dynasty was a victorious country, it had no authority to control the spoils of war.
When Yanzhou was conquered and the Song Dynasty sent envoys to ask Jin for the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun, the Jin State unilaterally refused to return the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun to the Song Dynasty on the grounds that it would be unfavorable for the Song army to attack Yanzhou. .
Finally, after many rounds of negotiations between the two sides, the Jin State finally relented and agreed to return the six western states, including Yanzhou, to the Song Dynasty.
But the prerequisite is that in addition to the previously fixed number of annual coins to the Liao Kingdom, the Song Dynasty must also pay an additional one million yuan each year as tax payment.
Of course, Zhao Ji didn't even think about this condition and agreed without any hesitation.
Money is just a number. I, Da Song, have plenty of money, so it doesn’t matter.
But actually.
Although the Kingdom of Jin verbally promised to return the six western states including Yanzhou to the Song Dynasty, in fact it only returned Yanzhou, and before returning it, all the people, money and other things in Yanzhou City were taken away. The evacuation only left the Song Dynasty with a dilapidated empty city that had been baptized by the flames of war.
But Zhao Ji didn't care, all he wanted was face.
After the Jin State returned Yanzhou to the Song Dynasty, before waiting for the other five states promised in the contract to be returned, the Jin State unilaterally made a statement and drew a big hand cake for Song Ting.
The content is that as long as the Song court pays another amount of military expenses to reward the Jin army, Yunzhou (Datong) will also be returned to the Song Dynasty.
The so-called blackmail is probably just that.
But Zhao Ji didn't think so, and his face was crooked with a smile: Accurate, accurate!
With a stroke of his pen, he generously allocated money and at the same time set up the Yanzhou Prefecture in Yanzhou, he also personally erected a "Fu Yanyun Monument" to praise his immortal achievements.
However.
After Zhao Ji boldly paid a deposit of 250,000 yuan with his credit card on the Yunzhou pancake fruit issued by the Jin Kingdom, the matter was completely lost. The seller said that the stove where he was spreading the pancakes went out.
After all this was done, the Kingdom of Jin was completely treating Song Ting like a fool from the beginning to the end. However, Song Huizong Zhao Ji always thought that he was getting a big deal, and every day he flaunted his achievements to be comparable to Taizu. Emperors side by side.
Before Zhao Ji could come to his senses, and before the five western states he had promised to return had time to return, the Jin army had already reached the gates of Bianjing.
From the time Taizong of the Jin Dynasty issued an order to attack the Song Dynasty, from the time he sent troops to the time he attacked Bianjing, the capital of the Song Dynasty, it only took half a year.
"Everyone is safe."
Zhao Ji, who has always been very happy with his achievements and immersed in his own infinite achievements, raised his hands slightly.
Right now.
A gentle breeze passed by.
Zhao Ji subconsciously raised his eyes and found that in the sky above his eyes, there were four figures appearing out of thin air, like gods coming to the world.
Not only Zhao Ji noticed the appearance of these four people, but also all the officials participating in the ancestor worship saw them.
All of a sudden.
The officials of the Song Dynasty were in chaos. They all looked up at these four figures in the sky, and their pupils shrank sharply.
There are actually people who can fly through the air!
Zhao Ji, who was standing in the center of the altar, looked shocked, but his eyes were full of joy.
As the emperor of the Song Dynasty who respected Taoism as the state religion, Zhao Ji spent his whole life pursuing the great cause of cultivating immortality. His craziness in cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal was no less than that of the Jiajing Immortal of the Ming Dynasty.
The reason why Song Huizong was not as famous in history as the Jiajing Immortal for seeking immortality was purely because the Jingkang shame obscured the glory of his Taoist heart.
"Who is this fellow Taoist, can you tell me."
Zhao Ji looked at the sky, smiled and shouted, showing off his demeanor as an emperor of the Song family.
However, there was no response.
Zhao Ji looked a little suspicious, as if he felt there was something wrong with his communication. After all, although he was the Taoist leader, he had lived for forty years, and today was the first time he communicated with people of the same religion.
"I…"
Maybe they felt that using the word 'I' was not easy to bring them closer, so they quickly changed their words.
"I am Zhao Ji, the king of Shenxiao Yuqing, the leader of Shenxiao, and the human disciple of Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun. May I ask where these Taoist friends come from and why they came to Song Dynasty."
This is what I said to introduce myself.
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Hongwu time and space.
"Nonsence!"
The 36D holographic projection of the Great Song Dynasty is being broadcast live in Zuixian Tower. The position where Song Huizong Zhao Ji is standing happens to be the seat of Jiajing Immortal.
The Jiajing Immortal opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of 82-year-old phlegm, aiming it directly at Zhao Ji's forehead.
certainly.
Because it was a live projection, the mouthful of phlegm did not actually land on Zhao Ji's forehead. Instead, it penetrated Zhao Ji's body and landed squarely on the center of the forehead of Zhengde Wuzong, who was sitting next to Jiajing.
"This loser is worthy of calling Master a fellow Taoist?!"
At this moment, the Jiajing Immortal still didn't notice his impoliteness at all.
until.
The sound of rage exploded.
"Stinky Taoist priest, did you do this on purpose?!"
Wu Zong wiped his forehead subconsciously. When he lowered his head and saw the sticky stick on his hand, he stood up in anger, waved his fist as big as a sandbag, and rushed towards the Jiajing Immortal.
"unintended mistake."
"Listen to my explanation."
Immortal Jiajing was stunned for a moment. As he spoke, he reacted very quickly and retreated quickly, avoiding Wu Zong's fist.
"Explain your grandfather's legs!"
Wu Zong shouted loudly.
He picked up the chair next to him and rushed towards the Jiajing Immortal.
Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen, who was sitting at another table, frowned when he heard this: "Do you two unfilial grandsons know how to be polite?" Fight again, fight again, fight again, don't make fun of grandpa! '
Immortal Jiajing stepped back to avoid Wu Zong, gritting his teeth with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Zhu Houzhao, don't regret it, you forced me to do this!"
Say it.
Immortal Jiajing stopped retreating. He flicked his hands, and like a magic trick, a thumb-sized red pill appeared in each palm. The moment the red pill appeared, he threw it out with two "whoosh" and "whoosh" sounds without any hesitation. .
It turns out.
Although the Jiajing Immortal lives in the temple all year round to cultivate immortality, he must often practice throwing skills. The accuracy of this throwing thing is simply incredible.
Double ten rings!
Two red pills fell into the mouth of Wu Zong who was chasing after him with great accuracy.
It melts in the entrance.
At this moment, Wu Zong Zhu Houzhao's pupils shrank sharply, his footsteps instantly stopped, and he was stunned on the spot. His whole face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly advanced to eggplant purple.
And, at the same time, there was a strong aura flowing out from the tips of his teeth.
Just a trace of it.
Everyone around Wu Zong acted as if they had seen a ghost and frantically avoided him.
It seems that at this moment, Wu Zong Zhu Houzhao has become a cesspit.
"vomit!!!"
Wu Zong held on to the chair at hand, unable to suppress the nausea in his stomach, he arched his body and vomited wildly.
In an instant.
The strong sour and refreshing air quickly filled the entire main hall.
The whole place exploded instantly.
Only the Jiajing Immortal, who has his own immunity, looks at everything in front of him with great satisfaction. He is very satisfied with the new single-target attack weapon he developed based on the "Yi Qi Baizhang Jue". It feels so good!
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at the same time.
The time and space of Xuanhe in the Song Dynasty, outside the imperial palace and the Ancestral Temple.
Ji Boying stood in the air, with his hands behind his waist, his eyes slightly lowered, his eyes indifferent, looking down at Song Huizong Zhao Ji who was trying his best to greet him.
One thing to say.
Even from the aesthetic point of view of Ji Boying, a modern person, Song Huizong Zhao Ji can be regarded as a handsome man, especially the elegance and classical artistic atmosphere revealed in his body, which is enough to make future generations like him. Kneeling down in shame for the Korean stickman.
"I'll give you something."
Ji Boying said lightly.
This word fell into the ears of Zhao Ji who was on the altar. Zhao Ji was stunned when he heard the words, with suspicion in his eyes.
Give it away?
After just a moment of surprise, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up and he was already guessing about himself.
'Could it be that God was grateful for my merits and specially sent an immortal envoy and sent a fairy to serve as my attendant? '
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became hot.
Although Zhao Ji usually devotes himself to cultivating Taoism and becoming immortals, he does not refute Taoism and beauty. At the same time, he is also a romantic emperor and has always had a lot of experience in things like female sex.
What's more, it's a fairy in the sky. There must be something different between the fairy's golden light and the cave of mortals. You should find out if you find out.
Just as Zhao Ji was getting excited, he was wondering what kind of fairy she was, how many fairies there were, and what she would do with these fairies after she got them, whether to go together or wait together.
Suddenly.
Zhao Ji felt that the pupils of the former crown prince Zhao Huan and the six thieves and first-class ministers, including Cai Jing, were all shrinking. Moreover, the older and more senior ministers were, the more fear was revealed in their eyes.
There were even a few timid ones who knelt down and kowtowed like crazy.
'oh? '
"Why are you so afraid? Is it because my majesty has reached this point?" '
'Hahaha, it seems that this is the legendary way of not being angry and being proud! '
'As expected of me! '
Zhao Ji was obviously very satisfied with the frightened behavior of the ministers.
"It's you, such an incompetent bastard, who has almost made my blood line extinct!"
Suddenly, a voice filled with anger burst out, and at the same time, a golden crutch hit Zhao Ji's left leg and knee. Severe pain hit him instantly. The biggest pain he had ever experienced in his life was a mosquito bite. Zhao Ji suddenly felt ┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~.
"Arrogant!"
When Zhao Ji drank violently, he subconsciously turned around and looked.
When he saw those unfamiliar but familiar faces, he was immediately stunned. He didn't dare to shout out the anger in his throat, so he could only swallow it all alive.
"Beat me to death!"
Zhao Er's face was furious, and he took the lead in raising the golden walking stick in his hand and blasting the hammer at Zhao Ji.
Of course the first good boy, Emperor Taishan, wanted to help his old father at this time. He rolled up his sleeves and followed up, beating Zhao Ji wildly. How much they had praised Zhao Ji before, they were beating him so hard now.
The love is deep and the hate is fierce.
Several other Zhaojiazhuang emperors from the car god lineage, seeing this, they were unwilling to lag behind, punching, kicking, and beating him wildly.
after all.
Judging from the information that Immortal Master poured into their minds just now, their bloodline of racing gods was completely wiped out in the Jingkang shame, and it caused the Song Dynasty to suffer a shame that could not be washed away no matter how hard it was washed away. He was nailed to the pillar of shame of history and was ridiculed by future generations.
Most of the reason for the reputation of the weak Song Dynasty in later generations comes from the shame of the Northern Song Dynasty.
As for Zhao Da, Song Taizu did not participate in the siege at Zhaojiazhuang, he just stood aside and watched calmly.
He did not choose to beat Zhao Ji, although before he came, he was indeed filled with anger and wanted to kick Zhao Ji to death.
But then think about it.
He remembered that he had asked the immortal master a question before, that is, how old was Guo Zuo of the Song Dynasty.
The answer is that Zuo of the Song Dynasty was 319 years old.
However, counting from the year when he founded the country to the end of the Jingkang disaster, it is less than two hundred years. This means that the Song Dynasty still has more than a hundred years of remaining power.
Since the second son is now extinct, at least in terms of imperial inheritance, it means that the inheritance of the Song Dynasty emperor for more than a hundred years will not be among the second son's bloodline.
Since it is not in the second bloodline, it is naturally in the bloodline of his great ancestor.
Figure this out.
Zhao Da felt a little relieved in his heart.
Shu Chang is because the bloodline of the Great Song Dynasty imperial family, after many twists and turns, finally returned to the hands of his descendants, which shows that the sky has eyes.
What was tangled was that as the founder of the Song Dynasty, he was really angry when he saw that the Song Dynasty suffered such humiliation from Jingkang today. This left the name of Song Dynasty with a weak reputation forever.
After all, throughout every dynasty, there is no reigning emperor or emperor who has brought thousands of clan concubines to study abroad.
Under such tangled and complicated emotions, Zhao Ziran lost interest in beating Zhao Ji.
The six thieves closest to Zhao Ji, including Cai Jing and Tong Guan, were all frightened when they saw Zhao Ji being crazily beaten. They didn't dare to say anything, let alone move.
Take the old thief Cai Jing as an example. Cai Jing was a Jinshi during the Xining reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty.
This means that the leader of the six thieves worked for three emperors, Shenzong Zhao Xu, Zhezong Zhao Xu, and Huizong Zhao Ji. Of course, he was familiar with them all.
It's not just him.
Among these hundreds of officials, all the important ministers who serve in the two houses basically have the qualifications of three dynasties.
Of course they all knew Song Shenzong and Song Zhezong.
At this moment, Song Shenzong Zhao Xu and Song Zhezong Zhao Xu stepped forward, one from the left and the other from the right, and stood on the edge of the altar. Their eyes scanned the ministers below, many of whom were familiar old faces.
The civil and military ministers, including the Six Thieves of Cai Jing, all trembled under such glances and did not even dare to fart.
after all.
Today’s core theme is ancestor worship.
Since it is an ancestor worship, it is not surprising that the ancestors of the Song Dynasty appeared!
Moreover, no matter how you look at it, this is a private matter of your old Zhao family, and we wage earners are not suitable to get involved at all.
Everyone lowered their heads silently, pretending not to see or hear anything about their official who was being beaten.
Above the altar, Ji Boying, Lao Zhu, Li Er and Liu San calmly looked at the 'cruel' scene going on below.
One more thing, it's not that Ji Boying treated Qin Shihuang differently and deliberately did not take Zulong Yingzheng with him during the journey, but that Zulong was obsessed with the 33rd level Rubik's Cube and took the initiative to express his refusal to participate in any group activities.
"Brother, in fact, the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty was Xiao Zhao's blessing from a blood perspective."
"At least the bloodline has returned to the sect."
Lao Zhu said that he has always been most concerned about the issue of bloodline inheritance.
Calculated from the royal bloodline of the Song Dynasty.
At the beginning of the founding of the Song Dynasty, the first generation of great sects was the bloodline of Zhao Kuangyin. Zhao Guangyi's bloodline could only be regarded as a minor sect. Zhao Guangyi's replacement of Zhao Kuangyin was a typical minor sect usurping the major sect and an absolute act of arrogance.
"Pity."
"The destruction of the Northern Song Dynasty by the Jin Dynasty can actually be regarded as an opportunity. If it is not destroyed, it will not be established. After being destroyed, it will be reborn. This will eliminate the weak military disease of the Northern Song Dynasty for hundreds of years. The Southern Song Dynasty originally had a chance to recover the country."
Lao Zhu sighed leisurely, with a bit of regret in his words.
In fact, not only Lao Zhu, but anyone who reads history will sigh with regret as long as they read the bloody history of the early Southern Song Dynasty.
Ji Boying didn't say much.
His eyes lightly scanned the scene below, and then he moved with a thought.
Jing Kangshi was just to answer Zhao Da's question. He mainly talked about the establishment process of the Southern Song Dynasty, plus the Western Liao Dynasty, and made a horizontal comparison between the Western Liao Dynasty, the Southern Song Dynasty and the Southern Ming Dynasty, so that Lao Zhu and the Zhu family could The emperor and the prince realized it more truly.
What is Nanming?
At the same time, let these emperors and princes of the Zhu family understand why they did not merge the short 17-year state of Nanming into the state of Ming Dynasty.
Because, it’s not worthy.
Uh-huh.
Following the Immortal Master's thought, the figures of the four people disappeared in mid-air, and together with them, the group of people on the altar, and Song Huizong Zhao Ji who was beaten wildly, all disappeared.
Instantly.
Originally, the courtyard of the Imperial Ancestral Temple was still filled with the tragic sounds coming from the Emperor, but suddenly it became completely quiet.
After a brief silence, all the officials of the Song Dynasty and the civil and military officials quietly raised their heads. They subconsciously glanced at the altar from the corner of their eyes. When they found that it was empty, their faces changed drastically, and their pupils changed. Shrink violently.
What's going on?
The emperor was taken away by his manifested ancestor?
There is no emperor anymore, what to do next? !
Just when the six thieves and officials, including Prime Minister Cai Jing, were in a state of confusion, the Crown Prince Zhao Huan, who was quick-minded and the first to react, walked slowly to the center of the altar with his head held high and his chest raised, his gaze like a torch scanning the area below. The officials looked confused.
Full of energy, he said loudly.
"My father is dishonest and my ancestors punished me. This is a punishment from heaven and has nothing to do with you."
"Of course, the sky cannot live without sun, and the country cannot live without a king. As a descendant of the Tian family, and as the prince of the current dynasty, I should succeed to the throne under the protection of my ancestors and control the mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty!"
Zhao Huan waved his hand and raised the edge of his mandible at a 45° angle: Get out of the way! I'm going to start showing off!
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Hongwu time and space.
Uh-huh.
The wind blows slightly.
Since the dog system was iteratively upgraded, you can now choose the sound effects when time travel arrives. Ji Boying immediately turned off the original thunder and replaced it with the softer sound of the breeze.
There was thunder everywhere, almost like a thunderstorm.
It's like a cell phone ringtone. Ji Boying used it from high school to the moment he crossed mountains and rivers, and it was the refrain of 'Summer Wind'.
However.
The moment Ji Boying appeared in Zuixian Tower with everyone, his brows furrowed sharply.
He noticed that between his breaths, a disgusting smell that made his stomach churn suddenly poured in crazily, and his stomach acid couldn't stop rising crazily.
'what happened? ! '
Staring subconsciously.
At this moment, in the main hall of Zuixian Building, Immortal Jiajing seemed to be the 'Red Pill God' coming to this world. There were a lot of red pills in the palms of both hands, and he was throwing them at Wu Zong for free, almost grinning. .
Even if these red pills don't fall into the mouth, they will scatter when they hit the ground, and the gas that comes out is shockingly green.
At this moment, Wu Zong Zhu Houzhao was surrounded by this rich green energy. He was standing on his chair and almost vomiting bile.
Even if he covered his mouth and nose with the torn strips of his dragon robe, he still couldn't resist the powerful aura.
However, under such difficult conditions, Wu Zong Zhu Houzhao did not choose to give up and surrender. Instead, he covered his mouth, vomited, and dragged a chair towards the Jiajing Immortal to kill him. His eyes were red, and he could not tell whether he was vomiting or angry. .
"You bitch Taoist priest, if I don't break your legs today, I won't call you Zhu Houzhao!"
As for everyone else.
Regardless of whether they were surnamed Zhu, surnamed Li, or surnamed Zhao, they were all three feet away from Jiajing Immortal and Wuzong Zhu Houzhao. Everyone covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves, unable to hide the disgusting look on their faces.
Faced with the current situation, even the disciplinary committee member A Biao could not do anything, because with these two people as the center, the green air steaming in a radius of three feet was simply a source of poisonous gas in the cesspool.
Anyone who steps in may die on the spot.
Quickly scanning the situation, almost subconsciously, Ji Boying raised his hand and waved, and in front of everyone, an N95 mask that was hard to find three years ago appeared in the void.
Ji Boying put on the mask expertly while holding his breath, and then dared to take a breath for a breath.
In the few seconds it took him to figure out the situation, he almost vomited out his overnight meal.
Then, a thought strikes.
boom!
There was an explosion, and the roof of the Drunken Immortal Tower exploded instantly.
Before everyone could react to the shock of the explosion on the roof, they saw two super large iron pots falling from the sky.
Buzz~!
Landed with a bang! Stir up smoke and dust!
These two cauldrons tightly and accurately trapped Jiajing Immortal and Wuzong Zhu Houzhao.
Xuande Emperor Zhu Zhanji, who was hiding on the left edge to run the poison, his eyes lit up when he saw the pot, and he was eager to try.
I am familiar with this operation!
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PS: The little demon has begun to enter the baby withdrawal period, and the night is too difficult.
(End of chapter)
