The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.
There are fireworks in the sky, firecrackers sound one after another in the streets, children are running and chasing, laughing, and the streets are full of bustling people. Everyone is happy and celebrating the best day of the year.
In Prince Yi's Mansion, there was also fine wine and delicious food at this moment, people were drinking wine, guests were full, and the atmosphere was warm.
Zhao Guicheng, the heir of King Yi, Zhao Yurui, Zhao Guicheng's younger brother, Quan Shi, Zhao Guicheng's biological mother, Zheng Qingzhi and his son, the teacher Guozi Xuelu, Yu Tianci, Shi Miyuan's staff, Zhao Rushu, the Minister of Punishment, Li Zhixiao, Liang Chengda, the supervisory censor, etc. .
"Your Highness, on this New Year's Eve, I would like to offer a toast to Your Highness!"
As Shi Miyuan's staff, Yu Tianci was the first to speak.
"Your Highness, please!"
"Your Highness, please!"
Zheng Qingzhi, Zhao Rushu, Liang Chengda, Li Zhixiao and others raised their glasses to pay tribute to this young upstart in the Song Dynasty.
"Everyone, I would greatly appreciate it. Please!"
Zhao Guicheng raised his wine glass and congratulated everyone, feeling satisfied.
"Wusun, mother is so happy to see you like this!"
The whole house was full of dignitaries. Her son was dressed in luxurious clothes and handsome. He looked like a different person. Quan put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but shed tears.
The Zhao family finally got rid of the embarrassment and became prosperous and prosperous.
Zhao Guicheng's original name was Zhao Yuju, and Wusun was his nickname.
Although Zhao Guicheng belongs to the royal family of the Zhao Song Dynasty and has the title of clan, his family has already fallen into decline. Neither his grandfather Zhao Shiyi nor his great-grandfather Zhao Boyi had any official positions, and his father Zhao Xiwen was only a ninth-grade county captain and died early. The Quan family was unable to raise brother Zhao Guicheng, so they had to live with their parents in their parents' home.
Zhao Guicheng's uncle, Quan Baochang, came from a modest family. Zhao Guicheng spent his teenage years in the countryside until he was 18 years old and was chosen as the heir to King Yi Zhao Lu.
Everything is over, all the suffering and humiliation have disappeared. He will live in fine clothing and food, and enjoy wealth and honor throughout his life.
"Mom, everything is fine now, don't do this."
Zhao Guicheng persuaded his mother in a gentle voice, and then picked up the wine glass, his face full of spring breeze.
"Mr. Yu, thank you very much for Wusun being here today. Please!"
Everyone carried the sedan chair, and the full seats were a barrier for him in the future. Some people even wanted to rely on him and be grateful.
Without them, I would just be an idle rogue in the countryside.
"Your Highness, this is your fate. It was due to fate. If you want to thank me, you can thank Shi Xiang. I am just following orders."
Yu Tianci raised his glass and drank with Zhao Guicheng.
When the Song Dynasty moved to the south, the only son of Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, died in infancy, and he had no choice but to adopt Zhao Min, Emperor Xiaozong of the Song Dynasty. Song Xiaozong gave birth to four sons, Zhao Ke died in infancy, and the other three sons gave birth to five grandsons in total, but they only raised two of the current emperors of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuo and his cousin Zhao Lu.
Zhao Kuan gave birth to a son, Zhao Gai, who died in infancy and had no heirs; Zhao Kuan gave birth to nine sons, all of whom died in infancy and had no heirs. Following the death of Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, the death of the heirs from Emperor Xiaozong of the Song Dynasty to Emperor Guangzong of the Song Dynasty, and Zhao Kuo, the official family of the Great Song Dynasty, the three generations of emperors had no heirs and had to adopt the throne.
In the thirteenth year of Jiading, three years ago, Zhao Kuo's adopted son, Prince Jingxian, Zhao Xun, died of illness. Zhao Guihe, the heir of King Yi, was established as a prince, changed his name to Zhao Hong, and was granted the title of Duke of Ji.
Fortunately, the vacant heir position of King Yi fell to Wusun Zhao Guicheng.
"I still want to thank you for your recommendation, sir. As for the kindness of Shi Xiang, I will thank you in the future within five days!"
"Sir, please!"
Zhao Guicheng, mother and son, toasted to Yu Tianci respectfully.
Yu Tianci is Shi Miyuan's fellow villager and aide, and the power behind him is of course Shi Miyuan.
If Yu Tianxi hadn't recommended Zhao Guicheng to Shi Miyuan during his trip to Shaoxing, how could he, Zhao Guicheng, come to Lin'an, change his appearance, stand out, and become a prince.
Not to mention, Yu Tianxi and his mother Zhu Shi taught Zhao Guicheng reading etiquette and did their best.
"please!"
Yu Tianci raised his glass and said with a smile on his face.
Zhao Hong is the Duke of Ji Guo, and Zhao Guicheng is the defense envoy of Shaozhou. The gap between the two is already a step away.
As for the purpose of this one step away, he, Shi Miyuan and Zheng Qingzhi all knew it well.
"Mr. Zheng, Brother Zheng, please!"
Zhao Guicheng toasted to his teacher Zheng Qingzhi and Zheng Qingzhi’s son Zheng Shichang.
"Your Highness, please!"
Zheng Qingzhi and his son toasted together, and everyone was very happy.
Zheng Qingzhi was a scholar of Guozi, a fellow countryman of Shi Miyuan, and a famous master of Neo-Confucianism. From his cultivation of Zhao Guicheng, we can also see that Shi Miyuan has great plans.
"Everyone, come here today. Prince Yi's Mansion will be in full bloom. Everyone, please!"
"Your Highness, please!"
Everyone raised their glasses together, all smiling, and both the host and the guest were happy.
"Your Highness, why didn't Princess Yi come? Have you gone to her place?"
Yu Tianci couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry, sir, I've already gone. The princess is devoted to worshiping Buddha and likes silence. Let's not disturb her. Let her go."
Zhao Guicheng explained with a smile, while Zhao Yurui on the side spoke angrily.
"What about worshiping the Buddha with sincerity? I think it's all just an act! You've been cold and cold all day long, and you don't have a good look on my mother! Who can show you that you have a straight face?"
Zhao Yurui's words shocked everyone, and Zhao Guicheng immediately changed his face.
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, you will go back to Shaoxing tomorrow!"
With so many people present, my brother is too ignorant.
Could it be that Princess Yi also noticed what happened between her and Zhao Hong?
"Don't talk nonsense! This is Lin'an City, not the countryside of Shaoxing. The princess is a nice person and has a good heart."
Quan scolded her youngest son and stood up.
"You guys eat slowly, I'll go see the princess and talk to her."
With so many outsiders present, there must be a lot to say. It's inconvenient for everyone to have her here.
Nominally, Princess Yi and her son are mother and son, and they still need to have a good relationship to avoid gossiping behind their backs.
"Mom, slow down!"
Zhao Guicheng sent his mother out and carefully told his servants to come back soon and apologize again and again.
"Don't be surprised, everyone. Only my mother can talk to the princess."
"Your Highness is so filial. It's rare!"
Everyone was complimentary. Zhao Guicheng was very filial to his mother.
"Your Highness did well."
Yu Tianci nodded appreciatively and seriously told Zhao Guicheng's younger brother Zhao Yurui to come.
"Princess Yi is the wife of Anguo. She has an extraordinary status. Even the Prime Minister will give her three points. Don't talk nonsense in the Yamen, lest the walls have ears."
This Zhao Yurui was naughty and violent. After the New Year, he was sent back to Shaoxing quickly to avoid causing trouble.
"Princess Yi and Duke Ji Guo have an extraordinary mother-son relationship. Try not to say certain things to avoid causing unnecessary trouble to His Highness."
Zheng Qingzhi also said solemnly from the side.
Zhao Yurui nodded, with a dark face, and said no more.
"Everyone, are those poems in Fenglelou really written by Zhao Hong?"
The atmosphere was a bit dull, and Zhao Guicheng couldn't help but ask.
Zhao Hong wrote inscriptions and music in Fengle Tower, which was known to everyone in Lin'an City. Unconsciously, Zhao Guicheng felt a lot of pressure.
"Your Highness, don't worry!"
Zheng Qingzhi's son Zheng Shichang shook his head with contempt on his face.
"I have never seen Zhao Hong know how to compose lyrics and poems. If he could, what did he do in the first twenty years, and why would he wait until now? No need to ask, someone will give him advice later!"
"It must be plagiarism! Just that pig head, what can he make?"
The white-bearded old man Zhao Rushu was not polite at all to his clan members.
"When Zhen Dexiu came back to face the Holy Spirit, could it be that he and Wei Liaowen were planning it privately to cause this to happen? If so, it would have taken a lot of effort!"
Liang Chengda was confused and made random guesses.
Fengle Tower wrote poems and composed music, and Zhao Hong was so famous that he became famous in the capital.
"If it's fake, it's fake. Don't worry about this. Mr. Shi has already made a plan. Whether it's true or false, you'll know after a try!"
Yu Tianci smiled slightly and remained calm.
Zhao Hong's little tricks can be exposed easily.
Zheng Qingzhi understood, stroking his beard and smiling without saying a word.
"Zhao Hong received a weapons promotion, can he really make any firearms?"
Zheng Shichang couldn't help but ask.
One moment he was writing poems and songs, the next moment he was making firearms. Is this Zhao Hong really that capable?
"There are so many skilled craftsmen in the entire Song Dynasty, but no one can say what kind of firearms they can make, but he is the only one who can do it? Just wait and see, let's see the joke of our prince."
Liang Chengda shook his head, obviously not believing Zhao Hong's whims.
"That dandy Zhao Hong, apart from playing the piano and playing with women, what else can he do? Making firearms, wouldn't it be the alchemy that ruined his head?"
Zhao Rushu's evaluation of his own family was even harsher.
"I think Zhao Hong is full of confidence, and he doesn't seem to be talking nonsense. Could it be that he really has this ability?"
Li Zhixiao was suspicious and said cautiously.
"Whether or not you have this ability, you will know soon."
Yu Tianci sneered and raised his glass.
"Your Highness, Mr. Zheng, everyone, Mr. Shi cannot do without people, so I will take my leave now. Your Highness must be ready for the big meeting tomorrow."
"Please rest assured, Mr. Shi Xianghe! Definitely! Definitely!"
Zhao Guicheng raised his glass and drank it down with everyone.
"Your Highness, we are also going to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Farewell!"
"Farewell!"
Zhao Rushu, Liang Chengda and others stood up one after another and said goodbye to Zhao Guicheng.
This is the warm-up, Shifu is the main topic. Regardless of whether he could express his feelings to Shi Miyuan or not, this visit was indispensable.
Yu Tianci and others left first. Zheng Qingzhi stayed for a while and then left. Only a group of young people such as Zhao Guicheng and Zheng Shichang were left in the room. The atmosphere was full of wine and the atmosphere became more lively.
"Your Highness, we have wine and food, but you feel like something is missing?"
Zheng Shichang pretended to be mysterious and laughed.
"Your Highness, without the warm and fragrant nephrite, the wine will not be fragrant either!"
Yang Fan, another noble descendant of the Yang family, smiled narrowly.
He is the grandnephew of the current empress Yang Guizhi, the second son of Yang Guizhi's nephew Yang Gu, and he is also a proper dandy.
"My Erlang is still here, he is still a child!"
Zhao Guicheng was noncommittal, his mind already moving.
The fragrant clothes and beautiful figures in Lin'an City made his heart itch.
"Brother, I am already 18 years old, I am no longer a child!"
Zhao Yurui retorted dissatisfiedly.
Everyone was stunned and laughed.
"Your Highness, would you like to invite some singing girls to come over for the New Year's Eve?"
Zheng Shichang was very excited and couldn't wait.
"Liu Xiangxiang and Tang Yueyue from Xiangyue class are both good and have first-rate figures. Do you want me to pick them up?"
Yang Fansun was already a little impatient.
"My mother and Princess Yi are both in the mansion and cannot be in the mansion. Let's start from..."
Zhao Guicheng pointed behind him. Everyone knew it and laughed.
"Your Highness, there are some people outside the door. They call themselves Gu San Li Yunlong. They say they are from Shaoxing. They want to see Your Highness and the Yamen."
When everyone was about to leave, the boy came in to report.
Everyone was stunned, and Zhao Yurui shouted in surprise.
"It turns out to be Gu San and Li Er. Quick, call them in!"
"Wait!"
The boy was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Guicheng.
"Brother, what are you doing? Gu San and the others finally got here, how can you turn them away?"
Zhao Yurui shouted in confusion.
"What do you know?"
Zhao Guicheng glanced at his younger brother and faced the boy with a calm expression.
"Give them 20 yuan each. Tell them that Yanei and I are both busy and there are too many guests, so we won't see them."
After the boy left, Zhao Guicheng patted his ugly-faced brother on the shoulder and whispered meaningfully in his ear.
"Silly brother, everyone takes a different path. You have to know your identity!"
Zhao Yurui nodded thoughtfully.
Brother has thought carefully and what he says will never be wrong!
