In the royal study, Zhao Hong motioned for Zhou Ping to sit down and asked warmly:
"Brother, do you come to see me for something important?"
bother you for something. His elder brother-in-law is a man who is dedicated to public affairs and will not look for him for no reason.
"Your Majesty, there is military news from the north. In the battle of Sanfeng Mountain, the Tatar army defeated more than 100,000 Jin troops. Only 8,000 Zhongxiao Army cavalry remained and fled into Bianliang City. The Jin Kingdom has lost all its elite troops and is not far from being subjugated. "
Zhou Ping submitted the report. Zhao Hong read it carefully and nodded lightly.
The Kingdom of Jin avoided Torre, but not the blizzard. It's already a good ending to have eight thousand cavalry left.
"Your Majesty, there is a secret report from the two rivers. Wo Kuotai led his troops to withdraw north. The two rivers are empty, which is a good opportunity to use troops. Your Majesty, do you want to send your troops north now and restore the sixteen states of Yanyun in one fell swoop?"
There was a hint of heat in Zhou Ping's eyes that could not be concealed.
In the battle of Hanzhong, the Song army showed off its power and showed the martial spirit of the Song people. At this time of intense public sentiment, it seemed possible to go a step further and restore the two rivers.
"Northern Expedition?"
Zhao Hong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head gently.
"The Queen Mother's death is approaching, and I can't get away. Although the Hanzhong War was a complete victory, our army suffered heavy casualties and our soldiers need to be repaired. Shaanxi is dilapidated and it will take time to recover. The Northern Expedition is a national war and cannot be hasty. Soldiers, horses and food must be , everything is very detailed, and without more than half a year of preparation, it is absolutely impossible to make the trip.”
It seems that this is the purpose of Zhou Ping's visit today.
However, he obviously disappointed him.
Feeling that Zhao Hong seemed to be a little uninterested, Zhou Ping was also slightly startled.
During the Great War in Hanzhong, the emperor won the hearts of all the people, and the cohesion of the Song Dynasty court was extraordinary. Especially the younger generation of the Song Dynasty, as well as the military officers and soldiers, regarded Zhao Hong as a saint descended from heaven and a leader in their minds.
At this time, if the emperor raises his arms and shouts for the Northern Expedition, the people in the world will not respond to his call, and everyone will follow him to the death.
As for the various excuses given by the emperor, they can all be overcome. By the time the Northern Expedition arrives in the autumn, there is still half a year left, and it should be enough, whether it is the repairs of the soldiers or the preparation of food and fodder.
Wouldn't the emperor be like Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, who had to look at the empress of Shu from a long distance and look at the peaks to rest his mind?
"Your Majesty, the emperor's eldest son is eight years old and is currently studying at Zishan Hall, but he seems to prefer practicing gun and stick archery. This seems a little inappropriate."
Zhou Ping quickly changed the topic.
"What's wrong with this? Practicing gun and stick archery can not only strengthen your body, but also improve your character. Just being able to read is not enough. Aren't the lessons of Huizong Qinzong and the late emperor profound enough?"
"Yes, yes, what your Majesty said is true! But..."
Zhou Ping shook his head and said solemnly:
"Your Majesty has great martial arts skills. His horses can trample over the swallows, and he can keep wolves in his arms. There is no one in the world who can defeat him. But as the king of ZTE, he has to get rid of the border troubles. But when the next king comes, martial arts will be far more important than martial arts. Or should he? It needs to be both civil and military."
Zhou Ping's words made Zhao Hong think for a moment before he nodded.
"My uncle, I've taken the trouble. If my uncle has something to do in the future, I'll tell you directly. I know how to teach the princes."
The clouds and mountains are shrouded in mist, this is Zhou Ping's purpose today.
"I'm scared! I'm leaving!"
Zhou Ping respectfully withdrew. Zhao Hong looked away from his back and shook his head gently.
People's hearts are different. However, Zhou Ping was probably too hasty.
Perhaps, he was just reminding himself that Zhao Quan was his eldest son and he needed to be nurtured and valued.
"Dong Songchen, come with me for a walk."
Feeling a little depressed, Zhao Hong stood up and left the imperial study.
Aimlessly, I arrived at Ciyuan Hall unknowingly and saw Li Weiming sitting on a chair from a distance, seemingly staring at the pines and cypresses outside the hall in a daze.
Seeing Zhao Hong coming, Li Weiming gave a gentle salute, but his joy and anger were not obvious.
"Weiming, I heard that King Xia immigrated overseas. Are you worried about them?"
Zhao Hong stopped Dong Songchen from singing, walked to Li Weiming, and sat down on the chair next to her.
Li Weiming nodded without saying a word or even looking at Zhao Hong.
"Don't worry. I will warn them and they will be fine."
Thinking that Li Weiming's concern would lead to chaos, Zhao Hong persuaded Li Weiming with a gentle voice.
Li Weiming remained calm and remained silent.
"Weiming, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Zhao Hong was a little surprised. He went to touch Li Weiming's forehead, but was separated by his arm.
"It's nothing, I just feel a little uneasy."
Li Weiming finally spoke, his tone was calm, and his expression seemed to have a hint of disgust.
Zhao Hong saw Li Weiming's expression and took back his arm.
"Then do you want me to accompany you tonight?"
Speaking of which, he and Li Weiming haven't been close for a long time.
"No, I haven't been feeling well these days. You can do whatever you want."
As expected, Li Weiming's reaction was lukewarm.
Zhao Hong nodded, and the two were silent for a few minutes. Zhao Hong stood up and said warmly.
"Okay, you have a good rest. I'll go see the Queen Mother first."
After Zhao Hong left, Li Weiming remained motionless, as if nothing had happened just now.
Zhao Hong moved forward silently, frowning. Dong Songchen followed closely behind him and whispered:
"Your Majesty, King Xia and Duke Xia came to see her a while ago, and several people exchanged some words. Later, King Xia, Li Zhonge and others went overseas, and Concubine Xian became even more unhappy."
"What did they say?"
Zhao Hong didn't look back, but his steps were slower.
"Returning to your majesty, King Xia recited some poems by Li Yu, such as "The jade railings should still be there, but the beauty has changed", and "On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, the temple is still playing a farewell song" and so on. The concubine did not get involved, but she did not participate in the rewards given by the queen mother and the old princess."
"The love for the motherland is deep!"
Zhao Hong shook his head and entered the imperial study room unknowingly.
Picking up a pencil and drawing a small circle in Shaanxi on the map, Zhao Hong returned to the chair and sat down.
The Song army seemed to have restored Xixia and Shaanxi, but it was still far from the point where all the small circles on the map of China on the wall were drawn.
Zhao Hong sat down and looked at the pile of memorials on the table, his brows still furrowed.
"The Queen Mother has always been in good health. How did she fall ill when she rewarded the palace servants that day?"
Yang Guizhi's condition should be cerebral hemorrhage in later generations. In addition, Yang Guizhi is old, and it is not certain whether he will wake up after suffering from this disease. Even if he wakes up, he may not be able to survive for a few days.
"Back to Your Majesty, news of the great victory in Hanzhong was reported that day. The palace was filled with joy. The Queen Mother and concubines were giving rewards. Yang Guiyi came a little late and seemed to have drank. The Queen Mother said a few words to Yang Guiyi. The Queen Mother is already old. The imperial doctor also said that the Queen Mother is a natural number and her life expectancy is approaching."
Dong Songchen was obviously very aware of the situation in the palace.
"Does Yang Guiyi often go out to drink?"
Zhao Hong was suddenly angry. A fire in the backyard makes people the most angry and intolerable.
"Back to Your Majesty, Yang Guiyi seems to have been to all the famous poetry gatherings in Lin'an City. Her expenses have been a bit high in the past few months. The Queen Mother may be angry with her because she spends too much and travels too much."
"How much are the expenses? Who will take care of the princess?"
Zhao Hong asked subconsciously.
It can make Yang Guizhi angry, which shows that the cost is not low.
"Back to Your Majesty, in the past few months, Yang Guiyi has been earning about 200 yuan a month. Several famous restaurants in Lin'an City seem to have a lot of debt. The princess is taken care of by several other empresses and old princesses."
"200 strings! Is she crazy?"
Zhao Hong was shocked and slapped the pencil in his hand on the table.
The monthly income of several concubines in the palace is around one hundred guan, and they do not spend any money on food and clothing. I spent an extra 200 yuan every month and was still heavily in debt.
No wonder Yang Guizhi was so angry. What is this Yang Yi doing?
"Your Majesty, you are not a talkative slave. Yang Guiyi likes to be extravagant. He often goes out of the palace to get drunk, and the princess does not take care of him. There are many opinions in the government and the public. Your Majesty should be well..."
"Your Majesty, it turns out you are here."
Before Dong Songchen finished speaking, Yang Yi opened the study door and came in, his face flushed.
"Please go out for a moment. I have something to say to His Majesty."
Seeing Dong Songchen, Yang Yi's face turned serious.
Zhao Hong waved his hand, Dong Songchen retreated, and the door was closed.
"Where have you been? Why do you smell like alcohol?"
As expected, the smell of alcohol on Yang Yi's body could not be concealed.
"I felt so depressed that I went out to drink some wine."
Yang Yi sat down, looked at Zhao Hong, and forced a smile. .
"Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you."
"You can tell me whether you want it or not. Let's see if I can do it."
Zhao Hong was a little surprised. Yang Yi lowered her head to beg him, which was really rare.
After being separated for so long, she didn't even ask how he was doing, which made him subconsciously disappointed.
"Your Majesty, please give me Deoksugung Palace. I want to read books and write poems, and I want to find a quiet place."
Yang Yi couldn't wait and said it directly.
"What? Deoksugung Palace?"
Zhao Hong was surprised and looked at Yang Yi in disbelief.
"Deoksugung Palace is a royal palace, how can it be given to others? Besides, you are a concubine in the harem and should live in the palace, so how can you go to Deoksugung Palace?"
Not even his stepmother Yu nor the Queen Mother Yang Guizhi dared to make such a request. What on earth is this Yang Yi going to do?
Does she still know that she is a concubine in the harem?
Luxurious sex and a taste for fine wine, Zhou Ping's words came to Zhao Hong's mind at the right time.
"Your Majesty, Deoksugung Palace is just a palace that was mostly destroyed. It was not Qin Hui's mansion back then, so it's no big deal. Your Majesty, please give it to me."
Yang Yi endured his irritation and continued to plead with Zhao Hong.
She has never been so submissive and submissive.
"Yang Yi, don't be ridiculous! Deoksugung Palace is a national treasure, it really can't be done."
Zhao Hong shook his head and rejected Yang Yi's plea.
He is not a domineering president, he can recharge a 100 million phone card or bus card. Not to mention Deoksugung Palace, even if it is an ordinary house, he cannot grant it to others lightly, especially since the concubines in the harem have special status, and the smell of pretending to be for public benefit is too obvious.
Moreover, he has always advocated frugality in the palace. Wouldn't doing so run counter to his purpose?
"Your Majesty, in your heart, am I no better than a shabby house? Is it because I am old and lose my beauty, or is it because Your Majesty likes the new and dislikes the old?"
Rejected by Zhao Hong, Yang Yi couldn't hold back his face and blurted out.
"Yang Yi, you've drunk too much. Go down and wake up at the bar. Someone, please take my wife back!"
Zhao Hong's expression also became serious.
He didn't like Yang Yi talking to him like this. He really couldn't accept the vulgarity that was revealed inadvertently.
"I don't need to sober up, I'm very sober! You men, you filthy cats, eat from the bowl and look at the pot, none of you are good!"
Yang Yi sneered, and what he said made Zhao Hong stunned.
"Yang Yi, do I need you to evaluate my life?"
Zhao Hong's anger rose and his heart became cold.
These harsh and vulgar words came out of Yang Yi's mouth, which shocked him.
He is not an ordinary citizen, he is the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and he only has four or five concubines in the harem. Does he need others to judge him?
"I don't want to judge you, and you should leave me alone in the future!"
Yang Yi grabbed the door and left. Dong Songchen, who had just come in, was pushed aside. He took a few steps back and almost fell down.
"Get away! You bitch slave!"
Yang Yijian cursed and left immediately.
"Ridiculous!"
Zhao Hong was annoyed, his face was ugly, and he leaned heavily on the back of the chair.
