In the third year of Xingqing, at the beginning of February, the spring in the south of the Yangtze River was warm and the flowers were blooming. It was a good season when willows were clinging to the willows, flowers were blooming, and everything was flourishing. The earth has returned to spring, and the warm wind from the south of the Yangtze River has blown away the dampness, cold, ice and snow everywhere, but it cannot blow away the irritability and uneasiness in people's hearts.
When Li Weiming entered the imperial study, Zhao Hong was frowning at the manuscript on the case. After careful consideration, he was still not very satisfied with his wording.
He is about to go on an expedition. He has too many political affairs to deal with, and escorting the implementation of the New Deal is also a top priority.
One thing is more important, and that is to ensure that he has a worry-free future after he goes off to war.
"On weekdays, I only know how to cultivate one's moral character and study ethics. I disdain political affairs, do not talk about how to save the country, and cannot propose practical measures to govern the country. I just immerse myself in my so-called moral world, thinking that only in this way can the country not be in trouble. He is in danger, fools the world, and is also intoxicated with himself. How absurd is it? He has no ability to govern the world, denies his achievements, accuses capable ministers and officials, and takes pleasure in attacking others. He is contrary to the times, and the trend of clear discussion in the court is pervasive. He is harming the country and the people. …”
Needless to say, this is because he advocates practical learning and opposes the talk that pervades the government and the public.
He wrote these remarks himself and prepared to publish them in the new issue of the newspaper to fan the flames and protect the implementation of the New Deal.
At the same time, it also combats the arrogance of those who obstruct the New Deal.
He used the power in his hands to stir up trouble, thinking that he was an important official in the court, and wanted to make himself fearful.
An important official in the imperial court?
What a pile of shit!
"...If you want to transform the people into customs, please take the next step forward. Competition for survival is inevitable. If you are still alive, there is no room for retreat and peace. It is the bounden duty of life to overcome all difficulties and move forward. Interpreting it with good intentions, retirement is the journey of a master; interpreting it with malice, it is the weakness of the weak who are not able to compete and escape from reality. Tatars regard being fierce and unyielding as their superior virtue, China regards leisure and tranquility as their beauty, and Northern China regards it as a virtue. This is the only reason why the South is strong and weak. This is the fundamental flaw of retreatism."
And this is also a positive response to negative attitudes towards life. It is also aimed at the accountability of scholar-bureaucrats for escaping reality.
As he was thinking and writing, Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel startled when he raised his head and saw Li Weiming coming in and sitting on a chair nearby with a frown on his face.
"Princess, are you worried? What happened?"
Based on his decades of experience in the arena, Li Weiming must have something on his mind.
"Your Majesty, is there any news from Daxia?"
As expected, Li Weiming couldn't help but ask.
It has been more than a year since the Mongolian army invaded Xixia. I don’t know what the situation is like in Xixia. Is it safe and sound?
"Princess, no news is the best news! If Lingzhou and Zhongxing Mansion fall, the Jin people will definitely tell me about the Great Song Dynasty. So, you can rest assured."
In fact, he didn't know the battle situation in Xixia, so he could only guess based on it. However, he believed in his men, believed in firearms, and believed in the power of technology.
With the advantage of the Song Dynasty's firearms and thousands of troops defending the city, it would not be easy for the Mongolian army to capture Lingzhou City.
"Your Majesty, do you think the ministers in the court don't like me very much?"
Li Weiming still frowned, looking pitiful.
The courtiers of the Song Dynasty did not like her, which meant that the Song Dynasty sent troops to reinforce Xixia and was in trouble. Xixia is now in dire straits, which is not a good sign.
"Why should they like it? As long as I like it!"
Zhao Hong made a joke and quickly reacted.
"Princess, why do you say such things? Have you heard any rumors?"
Needless to say, those pervasive sinister winds blew into the palace.
"What about Qing Jun's side, beauties causing misfortune, etc. Even other people in the palace, including the Queen Mother, seem to treat me differently than before. Your Majesty, will there be any changes when the Song Dynasty sends troops to reinforce Daxia?"
With a deep love for his homeland, Li Weiming became uneasy again as he worried about gains and losses.
variable?
Zhao Hong shook his head and said solemnly:
"Princess, don't worry about those troublemakers. Who are you? They dare to openly challenge even me, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. As you expected, many ministers in the court are conspiring to prevent me from sending troops to reinforce Daxia!"
"What should we do?"
Li Weiming suddenly panicked, stared at Zhao Hong and asked:
"Your Majesty, you won't really not save Daxia, will you?"
When she left Zhongxing Mansion, the Mongolian army had already attacked the city in Xia Di. Now a full year has passed, and Daxia is in danger. If we don't send troops to reinforce, I'm afraid the country will really be destroyed.
"Don't worry! I've saved your Daxia!"
Seeing Li Weiming's panic, Zhao Hong suddenly became arrogant and said decisively.
There are still several months before summer, Genghis Khan should not have died of illness yet, the Mongolian army is not leaderless yet, and it is not time to fight on the battlefield with the Ogedais.
"But what about those ministers? Your Majesty won't kill them, right?"
Zhao Hong's calmness made Li Weiming calm down a little, and she then asked nervously.
"Your Majesty, the Song Dynasty was founded on Confucianism, and the king and the scholar-bureaucrats ruled the world together. Your Majesty, you should think twice before acting, but don't force yourself!"
She is just a princess who has lost her country, she is already a bereaved dog, not a noble lady. She expected that the scholar-bureaucrats of the Song Dynasty were indifferent to her. Whether Zhao Hong would be angry at her, or to be precise, she was not sure whether he had a falling out with the ministers in the DPRK because of the rescue of Xixia.
After all, there are only interests between countries.
"I know that I will not take strong measures unless it is absolutely necessary. However, I also want to let them know that those with ulterior motives will never end well!"
Zhao Hong's expression suddenly turned cold and his eyes were cold and stern, which surprised Li Weiming subconsciously.
"Your Majesty, the way you talk is so scary!"
Li Weiming gently grabbed Zhao Hong's arm and said timidly.
"Princess, my anger turns into beauty. Are you afraid?"
Zhao Hong patted Li Weiming's hand affectionately, saying he was not serious.
"Your Majesty, I still like the way you looked when I first met you. You are so charming that you attract heroes from all over the world. You are confident, cheerful, and full of masculinity. Look at you now. You are immersed in government affairs all day long. You are so young. Gray hair. It’s really distressing!”
Li Weiming said quietly, looking confused.
"Am I like this now?"
Zhao Hong couldn't help being surprised.
Men, you have to be tough on yourself!
The state affairs are complicated, the army and horses are arrogant, and it is all physical work. There is no time and energy for the family. The family is short, and the love between the children is long. If you don't pay attention, you will have gray hair.
I am too cruel!
"Your Majesty, you are busy with state affairs now, so you no longer write poems and lyrics. Every time you write lyrics, my heart can't help but beat."
Li Weiming's eyes were faint, and he seemed to be a little melancholy.
Zhao Hong smiled slightly and said nothing.
Life has always been about self-knowledge of warmth and coldness, food, clothing, housing and transportation. It is not poetic and picturesque, and eventually becomes dull.
Li Weiming was born into a noble family, but he was still too young to understand what he really needed in life.
"Don't worry! Calculate the days, after the Lantern Festival, I should leave for the north."
As if seeing Li Weiming's worries, Zhao Hong reassured her.
Li Weiming had no choice but to hold back.
"Your Majesty, I hope that you can speak the truth, be able to overcome all opinions, and use your troops to rescue me!"
Xixia has been involved in the war. What can she do even if she is worried every day?
Zhao Hong agreed to save Xixia and had already sent an army of ten thousand people to reinforce Daxia. She would just wait for the result.
Whether it's happiness or sadness, she can't control it anyway.
"Princess, life is too short, why bother with others. Don't worry, for your sake, I won't leave Daxia alone!"
Zhao Hong said tiredly and leaned on the chair.
Isn't it possible that he was building up his troops on the Sichuan border just so that he could one day compete with the Mongolian army?
"Your Majesty, thank you very much!"
Li Weiming's eyebrows were filled with joy and he began to rub Zhao Hong's shoulders.
"Princess, if you are bored, ask the guards to accompany you outside to relax. At this time, the peach blossoms on the West Lake are in bloom, the Willow Path Sings the Orioles, Asakusa Sand Embankment, and Nanping Evening Bell are all good places to visit. "
Zhao Hong enjoyed Li Weiming's service and said with his eyes closed.
Compared with the vastness of the Gobi Desert in Xixia, the warmth of spring in the south of the Yangtze River is more in line with a woman's mood.
"Have fun traveling. Daxia is undergoing Tatar poisoning, and I don't have the intention. Besides, if I don't go, I won't be called a "beauty is a disaster", which will discredit you, the emperor."
Li Weiming's hand stopped for a moment, and then he shook his head.
"Princess, you have thought enough. Don't worry, nothing will happen to Daxia. What the people hate is that the powerful are extravagant and domineering. No one will care if you go to enjoy your scenery."
Zhao Hong said warmly without opening his eyes.
At this moment, he was comfortable.
How many pleasant moments are there in life?
"Sister Zhou has too many things to do, Cuizhu is too boring, and only Jia Sijin is easy to get along with. However, when I go with her, everyone will look at her, but no one will pay attention to me. Your Majesty, please accompany me."
Li Weiming said tentatively, his hands moving constantly.
"No one looks at you? How is that possible? That's because they don't know how to appreciate you! Princess, you are a beauty, graceful and naturally beautiful. You should have the minimum confidence."
Zhao Hong shook his head gently.
Li Weiming's majestic and neutral beauty, coupled with her tall figure, natural freedom and ease, will definitely attract countless attention in future generations.
As Yang Yi entered the palace, Jia Sijin was also quick. As for Yang Yi not being named concubine together with Jia Sijin, it was still to take care of the face of Yang Guizhi and Yang Yi.
If he falls in love with someone he meets, is he considered a "scumbag emperor"?
"Your Majesty, will you go with me?"
Li Weiming's voice became much softer, and he acted in a rare coquettish way.
Luo Shichang's words always rang in her ears. She must try her best to please Zhao Hong and urge Zhao Hong to send his troops north to rescue her Daxia as soon as possible without making any mistakes.
"I also want to accompany you, but look, you have to deal with all kinds of things every day, and you still have to deal with open guns and secret attacks. There is really no other way. Let's wait until the war in the northwest is over."
Zhao Hong said apologetically, how could he know what Li Weiming was thinking.
Li Weiming was a concubine in the harem of the Song Dynasty. He already regarded Li Weiming as one of his own, but he did not expect that he was busy with everything and his days with Li Weiming would only last two or three months.
Li Weiming's heart was filled with thoughts of her motherland, which was in ruins. The position that Zhao Hong occupies is really limited.
