In the palace, in the Funing Hall, Zhao Kuo took a yellow imperial edict and handed it to Zhao Hong.
"Open it and take a look."
In the past six months, he and Zhao Kuo have been getting along for a long time, and they have a good relationship. Their relationship has also improved by leaps and bounds, and they are already close.
Succession edict? Zen edict?
Zhao Hong opened the imperial edict in a daze, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Promote the Imperial City Secretary!"
Zhao Hong closed the imperial edict and asked in surprise.
Of course, he had no hope of issuing a succession edict or a Zen throne edict, and there were few precedents for this in the Song Dynasty.
"Dad, didn't Prime Minister Shi submit a memorial and ask dad to appoint Zhao Guicheng, the heir of King Yi, as the Imperial City Secretary?"
It is said that when Zhao Kuo was in charge of the government, he gave instructions in the inner palace and issued them directly for execution without going through the two governments. When I saw it today, it was indeed the case. It was so willful.
It is also said that Shi Miyuan was a dictator, making decisions in the house, and exercising power in the bed. Shi Miyuan alone had the power to appoint officials. Even the big officials in the feudal territories such as the Sichuan Zhishi Envoy and the Huaidong Zhizhi Envoy were all decided by him. .
"Didn't you say that you want me to be arbitrary? Why are your mother-in-law and mother up again?"
Zhao Kuo said softly, his face unwavering.
"Dad, that's not what I meant!"
Zhao Hong explained awkwardly.
To promote the Imperial City Division, this is definitely a useful and harmless move.
Things are developing in a good direction step by step.
"My prince is responsible for promoting the Imperial City Department, so that he can gain insight into the affairs inside and outside the palace, as well as the dynamics of the officials."
Zhao Kuo downplayed it, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
"Tomorrow morning, I will issue an edict to the officials and let you promote the Imperial City. You can't live up to my father's hard work."
"Thank you daddy!"
At this time, Zhao Hong's gratitude came from the bottom of his heart.
Only dad is good in the world.
"You do a good job in smelting iron and firearms. I have also read a lot of your poems, and they are all masterpieces. The same is true of "Tatar Strategy". It is concise and concise, and the whip is penetrating to warn the world. A wolf can avoid eating a sheep. Isn’t that a weird thing?”
Zhao Kuo looked at Zhao Hong with a trace of suspicion in his eyes.
"You have so many abilities, why haven't you used them before?"
"Dad, some things need to be accumulated over time, and poetry is like this. As for "Tatar Strategy", you need to work on it personally. I also talked to hundreds of people, including frontier generals. After understanding the habits of the Tatar people, Only then can we prescribe the right medicine.”
Zhao Hong's face turned red and he said guiltily.
Before, he was wasting his life in another time and space.
Zhao Kuo knows the principle of the law of the jungle between countries, and this is the best. At least, unlike those scholar-bureaucrats in the court who feared the enemy like tigers and talked loudly, he could understand himself.
"Daddy really underestimated you."
Zhao Kuo's face was pale, his forehead was sweating, his voice was still soft, and the expression on his face was unclear whether he was sad or happy.
"Promoting the Imperial City Division is only the first step. Don't belittle yourself and let dad down."
When Zhao Hongsu bowed, his waist almost bent to 90 degrees.
"Daddy, don't worry. The child will be prepared for danger in times of peace, be down-to-earth, and won't let daddy down."
Zhao Kuo nodded, his eyes pleased.
This Zhao Hong is indeed mature.
"Dad, Zheng Sun, who replaced Cui Yu, the envoy of Sichuan, and Xu Guo, the newly appointed envoy of Huaidong, are both incompetent. If they are not replaced, something big will happen to the border sooner or later."
Recalling the turmoil in Chuzhou, the murder of Xu Guo, the Dinghai Incident in Sichuan, Zheng Sun abandoning his civilians and fleeing the city, and the tragic death of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians, Zhao Hong boldly persuaded Zhao Kuan to intervene and save the situation.
At this time, he also had the capital to say this.
"If dad had this..."
Zhao Kuo shook his head, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared on his pale face.
"It's not easy for dad to do something for you now that he is out of government."
Zhao Kuo's tone was gentle, but Zhao Hong could hear the helplessness in his words.
It is impossible to summon Zheng Sun and Xu Guo back with just a secret imperial edict. Without the decree issued by the ruling officials of Zhengshitang, especially the Prime Minister Shi Miyuan, how could Zheng Sun and Xu Guo be willing to obey?
Moreover, even if the imperial edict of recall reaches the border, they will definitely inform Shi Miyuan first to find out what happened.
As a father, he felt sad and helpless. The official position of the Great Song Dynasty was really pitiful.
"Dad, the child is too persistent and has made things difficult for dad. Please forgive me!"
Zhao Hong is sincere. Forcing others is really not his intention, nor is it his style.
"My child, you worrying about national affairs are really a blessing to me, the Song Dynasty. It's a pity that you and Shi Miyuan were on bad terms, otherwise, how would we be in today's situation? When you come to the throne, you can..."
Zhao Kuo shook his head and looked at Zhao Hong with worry in his eyes.
"You still have to go to the Queen's place often. It seems that she has a deep prejudice against you and it is not easy to get rid of it."
Zhao Hong nodded, looked at the worry in Zhao Kuo's eyes, and boldly asked:
"Dad, I have a question for you. Do you mind?"
"Just you and me, father and son, just say what you have to say."
"Dad, are you satisfied with the current queen and your past choices?"
Zhao Hong couldn't help but ask.
The concubine becomes pregnant and the adopted son is made the prince. Even when selecting scholars through the imperial examination, the queen would come to the "palace examination" to ask questions.
He really begged his father, Zhao Kuo, for the shadow area in his heart.
"It's okay not to mention the past."
Zhao Kuo's avoidance after a moment of silence seemed to have explained everything.
"Daddy has a message for you. You must remember it."
Zhao Kuo changed the topic and warned him seriously.
"That's what daddy said. The child will definitely remember it."
But he didn't know what his pitiful and useless father would say.
"My child, you have to remember that a man can bend and stretch, but he must not overestimate his position in the minds of others, nor overestimate the hearts of others."
After being emperor for more than 20 years, Zhao Kuo seemed to have something to say, and Zhao Hong knew it clearly.
"Dad, the child understands, the child has remembered it!"
Shi Miyuan was bold and crazy; Empress Yang was cold, shrewd and reckless; although there were a few loyal people in the court, their abilities were limited and most of them kept themselves safe.
People's hearts are all selfish. The birth of the emperor's grandson is imminent, and the time for Tu Qiong to see him is probably coming.
"Okay! My child, you are talented and smart, just understand."
Zhao Kuo nodded happily. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. A trace of blush appeared on his pale face.
"Dad, are you still practicing boxing recently? Your complexion is not very good."
Zhao Hong sweated on his forehead and turned pale after saying a few words. This was not a good sign.
"Sometimes I practice, and sometimes I meditate to nourish my energy."
Zhao Kuo's eyes flickered and he seemed to feel guilty.
"Daddy, listen to me, eat less of that..."
"The official family, His Highness's guards are waiting outside the palace. They say that my concubine Zhou is about to give birth, and tell His Highness to go back quickly!"
Before Zhao Hong finished speaking, the attendant Li Gu ran in, his face full of surprise.
"What a great thing! Boy, don't stay here, go back quickly!"
Zhao Kuo's face suddenly turned red and he urged Zhao Hong.
He had nine sons and one daughter, but unfortunately they all died in infancy. Now that I'm here with Zhao Hong, I can't help but feel worried again.
"Dad, forgive me, my child, please leave now!"
Zhao Hong's face turned red and he quickly asked Zhao Kuo to resign.
"Go quickly! Be careful! Remember, when the emperor's grandson is born, bring him over to show daddy!"
Zhao Kuo smiled broadly and waved his hands repeatedly.
"Don't worry, dad. I'll ask dad to name his grandson when the time comes!"
Zhao Hong was so distraught that he hurriedly said goodbye to Zhao Kuo and left in a hurry.
The grandson of the emperor is finally born!
Zhao Hong left, and Li Gu complimented the anxious Zhao Kuo.
"Guan family, Your Highness is happy to have a son. Guan family is going to be a grandfather! Congratulations to Guan family! Congratulations to Guan family!"
Zhao Hong had just been appointed as the Imperial City Secretary, and now he was blessed with Lin'er. It could be said that Zhao Hong was blessed with double happiness.
"Quickly, send the imperial doctor to Duke Ji's mansion to take good care of the emperor's grandson and the Zhou family. Tell His Highness, wait until the emperor's grandson is stable and bring him into the palace for me to see!"
Zhao Kuo's face was red, his tone was urgent, and the calmness and calmness of the past were gone.
"Your Majesty, this old slave is going now!"
Li Gu left happily. Zhao Kuo's face turned red and he meditated on the bed, muttering something.
"God bless! May the emperor and his grandson be born safely! May the royal family of the Song Dynasty continue to have incense and heirs!"
In Kunning Hall, Yang Guizhi was concentrating on painting. The birds in the painting were lifelike, but Yang Guizhi was not satisfied.
She has been feeling a little upset recently, and she doesn't know whether it's the hot summer or something on her mind.
"Your Majesty, Duke Ji Guo went to Funing Palace and had a very pleasant chat with the officials."
The palace servant stepped forward and reported in a low voice, cautiously.
"This heartless fool! He is living a comfortable life!"
Zhao Hong divorced the Wu family, and went to the official Zhao Kuo and Queen Yang Guizhi without any hindrance. Zong Zhengsi came forward, clean and tidy, and sentenced the Wu family to become a monk and practice Taoism, and broke up with Zhao Hong.
Yang Guizhi asked, and of course it was impossible for Wu to truly become a monk and still live a carefree life. It's just that the Wu family and Zhao Hong were cut off, and there was no longer any relationship.
Although it was the Wu Mansion's decision, it made Yang Guizhi feel embarrassed and embarrassed. After all, she was responsible for the marriage between Zhao Hong and Wu.
"What did they talk about?"
Yang Guizhi stopped writing and looked at his painting.
"Going back to the Queen, I seem to have heard from the officials that they want Duke Ji to promote the Imperial City."
"Promote the Imperial City Secretary? You want to be beautiful!"
Yang Guizhi was stunned and angrily threw the pen onto the painting that was about to be completed. A good painting suddenly becomes dirty.
He published two books and preached arrogantly everywhere, demagogueing people, and even promoted the Imperial City. Isn't this a slap in her face?
"Is there anything else?"
Yang Guizhi went over to wash his hands and sat down on the chair, his face ashen.
The maid Cuizhu quickly brought hot tea.
"Back to the queen, I just met Li Gu on the road and heard from him that Duke Ji's concubine is about to give birth. Li Gu is rushing out of the palace with the imperial doctor."
Cuizhu replied cautiously.
"What? Zhou is about to give birth?"
Yang Guizhi was surprised for a while, picked up the tea cup and stopped at his mouth.
Zhao Hong's humble merchant concubine is actually about to give birth!
"My poor Ying..."
Yang Guizhi shook his head, his expression even more ugly.
"What a great Duke of Ji. He has to promote the imperial city department, and Lin'er is born. He writes books and is well-known in Beijing. He is very famous!"
Yang Guizhi's eyes were cold and stern, and the maids and palace attendants beside him did not dare to say anything.
The queen is smart and capable, but also ruthless. She never shows mercy to the people in the palace, so everyone respects her.
"But when you see a new person smile, you hear an old person cry. You get all the benefits. Is there anything so cheap in the world?"
Yang Guizhi sneered and suddenly frowned.
"Where is Yang Yi? Has she returned to Xiaoshan?"
Yang Guizhi's elder brother Yang Cishan was granted the title of King of Kuaiji County in the Southern Song Dynasty. He retired and returned to his hometown in his later years. Because Yang Guizhi's birthplace was taboo, his family moved to Xiaoshan in the second year of Jiading. The palace was personally gifted by Zhao Kuo, an official of the Song Dynasty, and he wrote the four characters "Chongfu Houfu". Prominent and glorious, famous all over the south of the Yangtze River.
Yang Yi was not seen in the palace, so he must have gone to Uncle Xiaoshan's house to play.
"Back to your Majesty, Yang Yi left the palace early in the morning and seemed to want to buy some gifts."
Cuizhu had a good relationship with Yang Yi and knew that Yang Yi would most likely go to Ji Guogong's mansion, but she didn't dare to say it.
The Duke of Ji is young, brave, kind and kind. If he offends the Queen, he will not forgive her.
"Gift? This Yang Yi is really..."
Yang Guizhi looked at the anxious Cuizhu, said something with a dark face, and sat on a chair to sip tea with an unpredictable look in his eyes.
After a while, she put down the tea cup and stood up.
"Cuizhu, go to Funing Hall!"
If you want to promote the Imperial City Secretary and take charge of the Forbidden Palace Guards, you must first ask her, the Empress of the Song Dynasty, if she is willing.
