Inside Yanfu Palace.
"Yan Si." Zhao Heng ordered, "You stand guard at the entrance of the hall. No one is allowed to enter."
"The last general's decree" Yang Yansi bowed and stepped back.
"By the way, what happened today..."
"The general is a dead man." Yang Yansi bowed at the door of the palace and replied.
After saying that, he closed the door and stood guard at the door. At this time, a gust of cold wind blew by, and he felt a cold feeling on his front and back. It turned out that his clothes had been soaked through by cold sweat.
"Fortunately, Your Majesty is a kindhearted king." Yang Yansi murmured to himself.
Then he started to alert the surroundings.
"Eunuch Li." Zhao Yuanzuo looked at Li Wen.
"The old slave is a family servant of the Zhao family in Zhuo County. He voluntarily entered the palace and has been the emperor for three generations." Li Wen bowed and stood up. "As long as the official says a word, the old slave can commit suicide on the spot."
"Mr. Li, what are you talking about?" Zhao Heng stretched out his hand to help, "I really want to ask you to go to the Wende Hall and wait for the call."
"Old slave, take the edict." Li Wen slowly exited Yanfu Palace and headed towards the Kou Mansion on Maxing Street outside the palace.
"Guan Jia, aren't you going to ask about Liu E?" Zhao Yuanzuo asked.
"Brother, please read this book with me first." Zhao Heng said weakly.
"Do you believe what they say?"
"I...don't know."
"If it's true, so what."
"I...don't know."
"I don't know this or that, what kind of emperor you are." Zhao Yuanzuo said angrily.
"Brother, if you hadn't burned down the East Palace, my second brother would have died early, and this position would not be mine." Zhao Heng sighed.
"This throne can make brothers turn against each other and kill each other. I will never sit on the throne." Zhao Yuanzuo said seriously, "You should think about what to do."
"Didn't you ask Duke Li to announce the invasion of Pingzhong?" Zhao Heng said while looking at the book.
"Kou Zhun is a foreign minister." Zhao Yuanzuo said.
"Kou Pingzhong has no heir." Zhao Heng said quietly.
"Isn't there Kou Meng?"
"That's just an adopted son, not a biological child."
The only sound left in the hall was the heavy breathing of the two people.
"Brother, you should also read this book."
"Don't look, I'm not the emperor."
"But you are the head of the clan."
"Wei Zheng is the great Zongzheng."
Secret Pavilion
"Xiaoxiao, how did you know that there was a fool emperor in the Song Dynasty?" Zhuo Qun asked.
"You know the play Hongmei Pavilion." Tang Xiaoxiao pushed her hair behind her ears, "When I was an actor, I saw it and memorized it."
"Didn't Hongmei Pavilion say that the emperor is a fool?"
"When I was watching the show, I just looked it up." Tang Xiaoxiao walked among the bookshelves and looked at the classics.
""Taiping Guangji", "Taiping Yulan", "Wenyuan Yinghua", "Cefu Yuangui", the four major books of the Song Dynasty are all complete volumes. "Yi Wen Lei Ju", "Wen Guan Ci Lin", "Beitang Shuchao" compiled by officials of the Tang Dynasty, "Beitang Shuchao" written by Yu Shinan and "Bai Kong Liu Tie" written by Bai Juyi are all complete copies." Zhuo Qun's eyes were shining and his palms were sweating.
"What's wrong with these books? Are they not available in modern times?" Tang Xiaoxiao was a little confused, weren't they just books?
"You know I'm from Shanghai University of Technology, right? Then do you know which department I study?" Zhuo Qun was full of energy at this moment, "I am a classical literature major, and I also took ancient Chinese history as an elective, and I also studied philosophy and economics by myself. I have completed all the credits in these four subjects."
Zhuo Qun smiled like a fox who stole a chicken.
""Cefu Yuangui" is widely collected and can be said to summarize the seventeen histories. It is divided into thirty-one chapters, each with a general preface describing its system, and there are one thousand volumes. "Old Book of Tang" has been lost for a long time. There are complete volumes of old Tang books here, no, they were still Tang books at this time."
""Taiping Guangji" has a total of 500 volumes and a ten-volume catalogue. It is divided into 92 categories. It specializes in unofficial histories and novels. It is the earliest collection of stories about gods and monsters."
""Taiping Yulan" is a collection of books, divided into fifty-five parts and five hundred and fifty categories and compiled into a thousand volumes. The book quotes more than a thousand ancient books, which can be found here."
"Wenyuan Yinghua is a comprehensive collection of literature from the Liang Dynasty of the Southern Dynasties to the Five Dynasties."
"Even if this time travel fails, as long as I can take these books away, it will be worth it." Zhuo Qun opened his arms to embrace the world.
"If we can take away all the paintings and calligraphy stored in the secret pavilion." Zhuo Qun closed his eyes slightly, "Next time we travel, we can find a large force and have a blitzkrieg to take away the secret pavilion. How about that."
"Are you crazy?" Tang Xiaoxiao threw Zhuo Qun down suddenly, "Zhuo Qun, are you crazy?! Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I'm not crazy, these are treasures passed down from generation to generation." Zhuo Qun wanted to push away Tang Xiaoxiao who was pressing on him, "You know, these are treasures passed down from generation to generation."
"Even if the current Secret Pavilion Three does not have the Xuanhe Calligraphy Book, the Xuanhe Painting Book, and the Xuanhe Ancient Pictures, there are still four to five out of ten treasures recorded in it." Zhuo Qun's eyes flashed red. Breathing heavily. “The fight was worth it.
"I think you are really crazy." Tang Xiaoxiao slapped Zhuo Qun twice, "We don't need to rob them. We can exchange them. If these things are really treasures, the country can exchange them."
"Yes, yes. It can be changed, it can be changed." Zhuo Qun calmed down. "I'm sorry, Xiaoxiao, I lost my temper."
"Hey, are you and your wife going to have a grand ceremony here?"
Tang Xiaoxiao hurriedly got up from Zhuo Qun and tidied his clothes with Zhuo Qun, and found that the King of Chu, Zhao Yuanzuo, was here.
"You just said that you want to start a war with me, the Song Dynasty, over these ancient paintings and calligraphy. Is that true?" Zhao Yuanzuo asked, leaning on the bookshelf.
"You heard wrong." Tang Xiaoxiao said hurriedly.
"Xiaoxiao, there's no need to hide it. No, King Chu, it should be General Tiance who brought the sword to the palace." Zhuo Qun changed his previous attitude, "How did you find out."
"Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid?" Zhao Yuanzuo tilted his head and smiled, "Boy, your father, this is a trick I used more than ten years ago."
"What are you here for? Who did Zhao Heng meet?"
"you guess."
"Cao Wei, Wang Deyong, Ma Zhijie, Li Jixuan, Kou Zhun."
"Four generals and one prime minister, what are you thinking about?" Zhao Yuanzuo was a little far-fetched.
"Xiazhou Li Deming."
"It's an excuse."
"Li Deming falsely calls himself king and emperor."
"What about reality?"
"Training troops, war horses." Zhuo Qun said slowly
"Smart man, the official asked Kou Zhun first. Guess what he asked." Zhao Yuanzuo pulled up a chair and sat down.
Zhuo Qun waved his hand to Tang Xiaoxiao and asked, "Are the Imperial Guards available?"
"You must know that everyone in the world thinks that officials like peace and are war-weary." Zhao Yuanzuo looked at Zhuo Qun.
"Where is the Jingguan of the Weilu Army?" Zhuo Qun sat on a chair with his legs crossed, "The world has forgotten that Li Jixuan, who built the Jingguan, commended it in an edict, and specially appointed inspectors and food courts."
"Yes, they have all forgotten." Zhao Yuanzuo looked at Zhuo Qun, "What can Kou Zhun do? He can hold the emperor hostage and lead a military expedition in person. The emperor doesn't want anyone to be able to force him."
"So Kou Zhun went to Shaanzhou."
"That's right, it was Shaanzhou where the emperor asked him to go."
"Wang Qinruo is a chess piece." Zhuo Qun said with certainty.
"Yes." Zhao Yuanzuo said, "The officials do want to summon those five people, but only Kou Zhun, Cao Wei, Wang Deyong, and Ma Zhijie can come. Li Jixuan is ill and may not be able to survive."
"The vanguard officer is gone?"
"Also, Yang Yansi and the Huyan family." Zhao Yuanzuo touched the hilt of the sword.
"It seems that the matter between the Pan and Yang families is about to be resolved. Who will take the blame?" Zhuo Qun touched the chair.
"Wang Qiang, the political advisor." Zhao Yuanzuo gritted his teeth.
"Wang Qiang?" Zhuo Qun shook his head, "Never heard of it."
"Thirty-two years ago, he was not called by this name." Zhao Yuanzuo looked murderous.
"What's that called?" Zhuo Qun ran his fingers across the spines of a row of books, and that row of books was called Jianghu Lu.
"Hei, Hei, Lu." Zhao Yuanzuo said one word at a time, "Thirty-two years ago, he was the number one scholar in both civil and military affairs in Liao State."
