Zhao Hong wanted to continue, but found that Zhao Kuo was sweating on his forehead, his face was pale, and he didn't seem to be listening.
"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go back and rest?"
Zhao Kuo asked with concern.
"It's nothing. It's an old problem. It'll be gone in a while."
Zhao Kuo had a somewhat painful expression and gently stroked his abdomen.
Zhao Hong was secretly surprised and shouted quickly.
"Eunuch Li, come here!"
Li Gu ran over quickly, and when he saw Zhao Kuo's painful look, he waved his hand, and two little eunuchs ran over, carrying hot water and pills in their hands.
Li Gu helped Zhao Kuo drink the medicine. After a while, the pain on Zhao Kuo's face slowly disappeared.
"Eunuch Li, Your Majesty, this is..."
Zhao Hong asked in surprise.
Li Gu said nothing and pointed to the two screens on the side.
Zhao Hong took a closer look and saw the words "drink less, be afraid of vomiting" and "eat less raw or cold food, be afraid of pain" written on two small screens respectively.
Zhao Hong suddenly realized. It seems that Zhao Kuo has gastrointestinal disease, and the condition is not serious.
"Your Majesty, take care of your dragon body!"
Li Gu said softly from the side, not forgetting to give Zhao Hong a blank look.
The emperor was in poor health and could not drink more than three drinks on weekdays. He had to be attended to by someone at all times.
At today's court meeting, the emperor had no choice but to drink two more cups. This Zhao Hong didn't know whether he was really confused or fake, but he wanted no one around the emperor, and the emperor listened to him and asked the attendants to go away.
What bullshit whispers are more important than the emperor's life?
"Your Majesty, I have no intention, I am guilty!"
Zhao Hongsu bowed with sincerity and fear.
"It's my physical problem and has nothing to do with you. You don't need to be like this."
Zhao Kuo smiled slightly and seemed to have recovered.
"Where did you say just now?"
"Your Majesty, you'd better go back and have a good rest. I will write a memorial later and give it to Your Majesty for reading."
How dare Zhao Hong preach? If Zhao Kuo died now, he would be the chief culprit and would have endless responsibilities to shirk.
"I understand what you mean, but after negotiating with the Jinren, do you want the Three Capitals to be abandoned? Do you want to abandon the Central Plains? The ministers in the DPRK will not agree."
Zhao Kuo talked to himself and spoke slowly.
The imperial court was stationed in the south of the Yangtze River and thought about returning to the Central Plains all the time. If he makes peace with the Jin people, he may be drowned in the saliva of the courtiers.
"Your Majesty, the Tatars are powerful and the Jin Kingdom will be destroyed in less than ten years. The Tatars will definitely go south to invade the Song Dynasty. Our government must prepare for the future war. The purpose of war is to kill the opponent, and conquering cities and territories is only secondary. Just a few times By killing the Tatars on a large scale, our country will not only avoid this disaster of annihilation, seize the Central Plains, and even restore the sixteen states of Yanyun, it is not empty talk!"
Zhao Hong finished speaking eagerly, wanting to end the conversation.
Li Gu's cheeks and eyes were already bulging.
Capture the Central Plains and restore the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun?
Zhao Kuo was shocked for a while. He looked at the calm Zhao Hong and shook his head after a moment.
"Even if that happens one day, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it!"
His own physical problems often made him feel depressed.
Capturing the Central Plains and restoring the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, a great undertaking that even Taizu Taizong failed to complete, could Zhao Hong accomplish it?
Young people are energetic and ambitious, which is ultimately good.
"Your Majesty's body doesn't look very weak. As long as you adjust your diet and pay attention to exercise, you can see the day when Sanjing is recovered."
Zhao Hong looked at Zhao Kuo's demeanor. Although he was seriously ill, he didn't seem to be terminally ill, so he said bravely.
People with terminal illnesses are mentally depressed, which is definitely not the case like Zhao Kuo. Subconsciously, he felt that Zhao Kuo was extremely weak, but he could still be saved.
"You also know medical science?"
Zhao Kuo looked at Zhao Hong in surprise. There were so many things that surprised him about this prince.
Li Gu also opened his eyes wide, but this time he was surprised, not annoyed.
"I heard that your Majesty's dragon body is not healthy, so I read through ancient books and created a set of Taoist health-preserving boxing techniques. If your Majesty practices it every day, it will be of great benefit to your body and bones."
Zhao Hong remembered the fitness methods of later generations and boldly spoke out.
The boxing technique he talked about was Tai Chi, which was widely spread in later generations. No matter when he was a student or when he was teaching, he practiced frequently and gained some experience.
In fact, he also wanted to talk about the commonly used fitness techniques of Baduanjin. He had practiced them with his seriously ill mother, and the physical memory was still there, but in the end he still did not speak.
He couldn't take out all the treasures at once. Tai Chi sounds taller and more eye-catching.
Thinking of his deceased mother, Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel sad.
Life is short, and talking about life, separation, and death is filled with tears.
"Oh, what kind of boxing is it?"
Hearing that it was good for the body and that it was a Taoist boxing technique, Zhao Kuo, who had been bedridden for a long time, immediately became interested.
"Your Majesty, this boxing technique is called Tai Chi, which comes from the "Book of Changes·Xici": "Yi has Tai Chi, which is the birth of Liangyi. Paying attention to the harmony of yin and yang can not only maintain your temperament and strengthen your body, but it can also be called a boxing technique to defeat powerful enemies. This boxing technique is simple and easy to learn. I will demonstrate it to Your Majesty so that Your Majesty can take a look. "
After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he took a few steps back and began to demonstrate as he spoke.
"Tai Chi is born from the infinite, the movement of the infinite produces yang, and the stillness produces yin. Tai Chi is yin and yang. The universe is divided into water and fire, and the earth is divided into north and south. The Taoist is to maintain the balance of yin and yang in the human body, to govern by doing nothing, and to refine into pure Yang body.”
Of course, he deliberately slowed down so that Zhao Kuo could see clearly.
"Getting up, the wild horse parted its mane, the white crane spread its wings, hugged its knees and struggled to step..."
Sure enough, a set of 24 Tai Chi movements was slowly demonstrated, and Zhao Kuo immediately became interested.
"Your Majesty, the Taoist slow boxing just now is for cultivating the mind and body, and strengthening the body. You must pay attention to the four words "mind calmness and body relaxation" and let nature take its course. The following is fast, which is enough to protect yourself and deal with foreign enemies. I will give you a demonstration! "
In front of the weak officials of the Song Dynasty, the fierceness of the storm impressed him even more.
Zhao Hong increased his speed and struck out with a set of punches that were so strong and flexible that Zhao Kuo couldn't help but scream.
"Your Majesty, help me up!"
Zhao Hong hurried over and helped Zhao Kuo up. When he let go of Zhao Kuo, Zhao Kuo was trembling, but he was able to stand firm.
It seemed that Zhao Kuo's body was indeed weak, but not beyond hope.
"Your Majesty, practice with me, let nature take its course, be calm and relaxed, and take your time."
Zhao Hong started to demonstrate, and Zhao Kuo followed suit.
To Zhao Hong's surprise, Zhao Kuo persisted in doing a set of 24 exercises and started practicing for the second time.
Seeing that Zhao Kuo was sweating and about to fall if he couldn't hold on, Zhao Hong quickly stepped over and supported Zhao Kuo.
"My son, you are really well-intentioned and filial!"
Zhao Kuo was sweating profusely and flushed on his face. With Zhao Hong's help, he sat down on the chair again.
Zhao Hong actually created this Taoist health-preserving boxing technique for him, which really touched him.
"Your Majesty is talented and intelligent. After just learning it once, you are already inseparable from Tai Chi!"
Zhao Hong complimented Zhao Kuo.
Zhao Kuo called him "my son", which showed that his closeness to him really made him a little excited.
I really hope that Zhao Kuo can issue an edict to promote himself to the "Prince", and it is best to have some kind of "succession edict", so that he can sit back and relax and no longer have to worry about Shi Miyuan's "civet cat for prince".
However, there was Shi Miyuan, who was extremely power-hungry, and Queen Yang, who was thoughtful and thoughtful, and Xia Zhen, the commander of the front department of the palace, who controlled the guards of the Forbidden Palace, and Zhao Kuo, the emperor, was still somewhat of an emperor. Weird, really worrying.
Zhao Hong was secretly ashamed. My own thoughts are too despicable.
However, he sincerely hoped that Zhao Kuo would get better. For a patient who has been bedridden for a long time, the mental torture is no less severe than the physical torture.
"Zhao Hong, what books have you been reading recently? Have you been playing music?"
Zhao Kuo's face turned red and his forehead was covered with sweat. He picked up the handkerchief and wiped it himself.
His body is really too weak.
"Back to your majesty, since I was established as a prince, I have been riding horses, shooting arrows, and working hard. I also read the Tao Te Ching and the Book of War on weekdays. However, I like to read the strategies of the decisive battles of the army, and I am not very focused on the details of tactics, so I only know a little about them. .”
"Book of war? Horseback riding and archery?"
Zhao Kuo couldn't help but be stunned.
They say Zhao Hong is lustful and vocal, but why is he still a macho guy who likes to dance with guns and sticks?
It dawned on him. If it weren't for dancing with spears and sticks, how could we have created this set of Taoist Tai Chi?
It seems that some people in the DPRK are really serious about their criticism of Zhao Hong.
"Zhao Hong, my whole body is feeling hot. Please help me up. I want to learn Tai Chi! Learn Tai Chi!"
As a patient, Zhao Kuo was very enthusiastic at this moment.
"Your Majesty, don't be impatient. The most important thing in practicing this Taoist boxing technique is persistence. If your Majesty is free, you can call me here, or come to my house, and we can practice together."
Zhao Hong helped Zhao Kuo up, and the two stood still and began to practice slowly.
Zhao Kuo was good at practicing Taoism, and a set of Tai Chi turned out to be an unexpected gain.
In an attic in Da Nei, looking at Zhao Hong and Zhao Kuo who were practicing together in front of the plum forest, Queen Yang Guizhi frowned. She didn't know what she was thinking.
"Aunt, what are you doing here?"
Yang Yi's figure appeared beside him.
Yang Guizhi remained calm and continued to watch.
"Isn't this the good-for-nothing Lord Ji Guo? Why is he here?"
Yang Yi saw it clearly and exclaimed softly.
"This dude, is he boxing?"
"He is pretending to be a ghost and fooling the officials."
Yang Guizhi finally withdrew his gaze and sneered.
"What a loving father and filial son!"
"Auntie, don't officials only know how to cultivate their moral integrity? Why did he think of this useless person?"
"Today is the imperial court, something must have happened during the ceremony. Why didn't you go out?"
Seeing her lazy and delicate niece disguised as a man, Yang Guizhi secretly envied her.
If she were a man, she would be fascinated by her niece.
"The officials asked him to come here, wouldn't they want him to be the prince? If he becomes the emperor, the people will suffer!"
Yang Yi didn't answer the question and shook his head in surprise.
"Prince? Be the emperor?"
Yang Guizhi couldn't help but smile.
"It is the custom of the Song Dynasty royal family that the official family will only establish a prince before the great success. Zhao Hong wants to be a prince, it is not that easy!"
With such a pig-headed mind, he still wants to be a prince or an emperor. Even if he is willing to do so, the rest of the world may not be willing to do so either.
"Then what if the official family suddenly ascends to heaven and there is no time to establish a prince? What should Zhao Hong do?"
Yang Yi opened her eyes wide.
"Then just ask for good luck. Being a prince doesn't necessarily mean you'll be an official. Being an official doesn't necessarily mean you'll get everything you want."
Hearing Yang Guizhi's words, Yang Yi nodded in confusion and suddenly asked:
"Auntie, do you want Zhao Hong to become the prince?"
"What does it have to do with me? Why would you ask such a question?"
Yang Guizhi raised his eyelids and asked curiously about his niece.
"Auntie, just tell me, do you want Zhao Hong to be the prince, or even an official of the Song Dynasty in the future?"
Yang Yi looked around and saw no one, so he continued to ask.
"Unless he can find the Wu family and the two of them can repair each other again. Otherwise, he will never think about me!"
In front of his niece, Yang Guizhi made no secret of his hatred for Zhao Hong.
"Auntie, I heard that there is someone outside the Wu family, and you still asked Zhao Hong to reconcile with her. Aren't you trying to force someone into trouble?"
Yang Yi looked at Yang Guizhi and asked in surprise.
Knowing clearly that Wu's Hongxing was cheating on her, knowing that Zhao Hong and Wu were no longer possible, and asking Zhao Hong to bear the consequences alone, it was too overbearing for her aunt.
"Even if Wu made a mistake, it was Zhao Hong who forced her out. If you do something wrong, you have to bear the consequences of your mistake. Some things cannot be turned back."
Yang Guizhi said coldly, leaving no room for relaxation.
Yang Yi originally wanted to say something, but seeing Yang Guizhi's cold face, she held back her words.
Zhao Hong, this poor fool, not only offended Shi Miyuan, but also offended his own aunt who was as hard as iron.
It had to be said that she was a little worried about Zhao Hong's future path.
What happened to Zhao Hong was none of her business, so why should she worry?
