When he traveled back in time, he was teaching in the northwest. He only attended a wedding of the village chief's son. Unable to resist the enthusiasm of the villagers, he drank two more glasses of French red wine. When he woke up, he was already a man from two different lives.
Although he was just a supporting teacher of Bishop's history, he was also a serious graduate of the normal college. He was knowledgeable about astronomy and geography. Although he was not a tall, rich and handsome man, he could still be considered a man of talent, with both civil and military skills.
His knowledge of history is clear, he can also play musical instruments, and he is especially good at the guqin. He has some attainments, but it is a pity that he always gives up halfway, failing his parents' hard work and a thick stack of hard-earned RMB.
Full of personality, not smooth enough, running into obstacles at every turn in reality, and having an unsatisfactory life, can the sour poor man be able to thrive and become a prince?
The two of them have the same name and surname, both are lonely and lonely, but they both play the piano. Is this really a historical coincidence?
He also likes beautiful women, but hates those vulgar fans who are self-righteous and have ridiculous values. As for this Zhao Hong, he was at odds with his wife, and even the beauty around him was "gifted" by his rival with ulterior motives. The two seemed to have some sympathy for each other.
Based on his understanding of Zhao Hong in history, he dared to bet that if this guy was not a member of the Zhao Song royal family or a prince, but a commoner, it would be difficult for him to find a wife.
With his emotional intelligence and his donkey temper that is worse than his own, who can take a liking to him?
Can a woman love a sour and poor person with a bad temper and poor IQ?
Combining his historical knowledge, he gradually became clearer about the original owner he possessed and his current situation.
The raccoon cat is replaced by the prince!
Zhao Hong couldn't help but smile and laughed at himself.
The historical Emperor Ningzong of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuo, died, and the only prince Zhao Hong was replaced. Another descendant of the clan, Zhao Guicheng, who was not even a prince, was temporarily promoted to the throne for the historical Song Lizong Zhao Yun.
The deposed prince Zhao Hong was driven out of Lin'an City and later forced to commit suicide.
And he knew this history, not because he majored in history, but because he had to teach children history classes, and he accidentally became a semi-expert.
The things he had learned in college had already been returned to the teacher.
Zhao Hong, the Duke of Ji and the School Inspector, was twenty years old. He was the only prince of Zhao Kuo, an official family of the Song Dynasty. He looked wealthy and carefree, which was enviable, but in fact he could be deposed and lose his life at any time.
The politics of the Song Dynasty were so weird. With the status of the prince, his authority was far below that of the prime minister, let alone a prince who was just an ordinary prince.
"Xu Sheng, you guys, please rest. Remember to release all the birds and crickets in the house. Just Li Tang accompany me."
After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he walked away and strode out of the door.
Li Tang waved his hand, Xu Sheng and others stopped, and Li Tang followed closely with an expressionless face.
"Your Highness, Xu Ji has been sneaking around all day, and those two maids, you should be more careful!"
After leaving the mansion, there was no one around and there was silence, so Li Tangcai warned in a low voice.
"What should I be careful about?"
Zhao Hong asked in surprise, half truth and half falsehood.
"Your Highness, do you really know nothing?"
Li Tang looked at Zhao Hong in surprise, looked around again, and lowered his voice.
"Your Highness, you are not favored by the Queen now, and you are at odds with Shi Miyuan, the treacherous prime minister. Xu Ji made you indulge in wine and sex. Those two maids were brought by Xu Ji and are plotting against you. You have to be careful!"
Planning something evil?
Hearing Li Tang's words, Zhao Hong almost laughed out loud.
His expression was serious, and he nodded slightly, his eyes lingering on the four words "Ji Guo Gongfu" blurred in the light on the red door.
Xu Ji is the voluptuous naked beauty, his pillow, and he also knows who is behind it.
What he didn't expect was that the two maids might also be undercover agents, which was really hard to guard against.
"Li Tang, the emperor...how many princes are there in the official family?"
Zhao Hong's eyes fell on the sedan chair and he frowned.
Teaching in the northwest, he is no stranger to horseback riding. Sitting in a sedan chair, not to mention taking your time, if someone sees you, you have to be like sitting on a sliding pole up the mountain, you will drown in saliva.
"Back to Your Highness, there is only one prince in the official family, and that is you, Your Highness. But..."
Li Tang secretly glanced at Zhao Hong, secretly frightened.
Even the princes don't know. Is His Highness drunk and in a trance?
"But what?"
Zhao Hong already understood something in his heart.
"Your Highness, there is another clan member who suddenly appeared. He was selected by Shi Miyuan last year and is now the heir of King Yi. His name is Zhao Guicheng."
Zhao Hong smiled coldly, feeling cold in his heart.
Sure enough, it is exactly the same as in history.
Zhao Guicheng, a descendant of the clan who suddenly appeared, was the Lizong of Song Dynasty in history. Shi Miyuan chose him as his replacement.
The exchange of civet cats for princes was indeed a thing, and it was about to happen to him.
Empress Yang covers the sky with one hand, and Prime Minister Shi Miyuan wields all the power. His nominal father is just a puppet, a Taoist priest, and a medicine pot, and he will ascend to the Western Paradise at any time.
What can he do to fight against these wolf-like opponents?
Empress Yang and Shi Miyuan were very familiar with this move.
How could he, a powerless prince, fight against these human beings?
There seemed to be no one in the civil and military circles who could help.
If Lizong of the Song Dynasty, who was a "surrogate servant", had a great talent and a strong strategy, he could strengthen his troops and strategize, so that the "Southern Song Dynasty" could be the "Northern Song Dynasty", or at least the country would be rich and the people were strong, he would not mind hanging up his seal and leaving to live in the forest forever.
But he only knows one thing, the Southern Song Dynasty will always be the Southern Song Dynasty, and according to the historical knowledge in his mind, the Southern Song Dynasty will not live for many years.
Father-in-law and Han Shizhong left with the wind, Xin Qiji and Lu You disappeared into thin air, Jia Sidao and Wen Tianxiang came one after another, but one hundred thousand soldiers and civilians went to the sea to die. There was no China behind the cliff mountain, and the nation suffered a hundred years of decline.
Is the soul of China just gone?
Lin'an is temporarily safe, but it has become a permanent journey north. The Central Plains has become a nostalgia that cannot go away.
Traveling now, it has become a fallen leaf returning to its roots. Bianjing will always exist only in dreams at midnight.
The Southern Song Dynasty still had a population of 60 to 70 million, vast mountains and rivers, and countless people with lofty ideals. Why couldn't we look northward?
Why can't we give it a try?
"My... house... madam..."
Zhao Hong once again confirmed his situation. He wanted to know if there was no cure for him.
"Your Highness, my wife has been gone for a long time, you have to find her back!"
Li Tang continued to say with a serious face.
"You mean that I favored little...Xu Ji and drove away Madam?"
Zhao Hong was shocked at his own stupidity.
No, it was his original stupidity.
Madam is the Wu family, Zhao Hong knows roughly. The two of them have different feelings, and they are like fire and water.
The key is that Wu was introduced by Yang Guizhi, the queen mother of the dynasty. Historically, when Zhao Hong was deposed, Prime Minister Shi Miyuan was the culprit, and Yang Guizhi was the accomplice.
"It's not like I'm chasing you away. You two are too tough-tempered."
Feeling that he had said too much, Li Tang reached the door and saw the bearers there, so Li Tang stopped talking.
"You all go back. Let's run to the court."
Zhao Hong glanced at the sedan at the door and the two sleepy sedan bearers, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
Lin'an City is so big, so the Duke's Mansion should not be too far from the palace. Go for a run to exercise and get six-pack abs.
Although his current belly is only a little bit, he is still not used to it.
Li Tang didn't say anything, but he understood everything. A slap can't make a difference, and Shi Miyuan sent a beautiful woman to sow discord, so it would be strange if there was no conflict.
Zhao Hong's vigorous steps were like flying. Li Tang was secretly surprised and followed closely.
Did this prodigal prince have a fit today? Why did he do something unexpected?
After crossing the corner of Wansui Lane and running onto Yu Street, he unexpectedly saw a few people lying motionless on the snow at the corner of the street. Zhao Hong couldn't help but be startled and his pace slowed down.
Li Tang, who was leading the way, also stopped.
"Li Tang, come over and see what's going on?"
Zhao Hong felt compassion and raised his feet to go over.
"Your Highness, please don't!"
Li Tang quickly stepped forward and stopped Zhao Hong.
"These are all idle beggars from Lin'an City. These people live on the streets with no fixed abode. It must be the cold weather and they are freezing to death!"
His Highness has never cared about the lives of these idle people. What is going on today? Everything is weird?
"In Lin'an City, at the feet of the emperor, someone froze to death?"
Zhao Hong looked at Li Tang in surprise.
Is this the romantic and enchanting Song Dynasty he imagined? Is this the wealthy and prosperous Lin'an City that those bricklayers say?
"Your Highness, hurry up and go to court. These things are commonplace and happen every day, and those who freeze to death are not the only ones. After a while, officials from the Street Department will come to clean up these corpses. They will be clean before dawn!"
Li Tang glanced at the corpses with disgust and urged Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong nodded, feeling depressed.
In the majestic Imperial Street of Lin'an City, under the emperor's feet, there were still people freezing to death on the streets, which really refreshed his understanding.
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone. During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, people's livelihood was also strong, and the Song Dynasty was no exception.
Zhao Hong felt as uncomfortable as eating a big pile of farmyard manure.
Those professors and intellectuals who say that the Song Dynasty is the most suitable for time travel and the happiest era have placed themselves in the scholar-bureaucrat class of the Song Dynasty. Is it ignorance or selective amnesia?
The prosperity of the scholar-bureaucrats, who were only a handful in number, was not real prosperity. Only the prosperity of ordinary people can be real prosperity.
On average, the Song Dynasty only recruited about a hundred Jinshi per year. Where did those public intellectuals get the confidence to pass the exam? If you put them in this era, most of them will not be able to pass the imperial examination and Donghuamen roll call.
Common men and common women, these words suit them so well.
"Hurry up, hurry up! Don't let your husband see it!"
On Imperial Street, several government servants were urging the servants pulling the carts to the east. Judging from the large wooden barrels on the car and the "strange smell" that makes people cover their noses, it must be a dung truck pulled by cleaners called "Qingjiotou".
In the Song Dynasty, the land was fertilized with "human fertilizer", and the competition for cleaning up excrement was also fierce. In order to grab excrement, "Qingtoutou" people often fight and even bring trouble to the government, which can be regarded as a social characteristic.
After running for about ten steps, Zhao Hong looked back, and sure enough, a guard was pulling a cart over and loading the frozen body into the cart. Judging from the bulges on the car, there seemed to be more than a dozen of them.
There are so many people freezing to death around the Royal Street in the bustling area. How many poor innocent souls are there in the corners of Lin'an City?
Zhao Hong turned around, feeling depressed and never looked back.
Since we have come to this era, we have to accept the cruelty and imperfection of this era.
Unless, you have the ability to change.
On Imperial Street, the lights on both sides have been turned on, shops have opened one after another, and there are gradually more pedestrians, carriages, and sedan chairs on the street.
A new day has begun.
They come, the security. What cannot be changed must be adapted.
Farewell, my 2022!
