Hearing this, Lizong became even more embarrassed.
His old face turned the color of pig liver, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
What he never expected was that he would deal with his only son with all his heart.
However, this son was so powerful that he made officials in the court, including the prime minister, jealous.
Thinking of this, Lizong couldn't help but smile.
"Yue Niang, of course I will tell you that you and your mother will live here peacefully and wait for good news." After saying that, he looked at Zhao Ping kindly again, nodded and left.
After Lizong left, only his mother and Zhao Ping were left in the Sky Garden.
At this moment, she opened her own curtain, revealing her beautiful face like a flower.
She took a sip of tea to moisturize and soothe her throat.
She looked at Zhao Ping and asked softly: "Ping'er, why don't you ask me about my mother's background?"
"Mother, no matter what your background is, you are your child's mother. Besides, mother, you worked hard to give birth to me and raise me, so that your child can grow up. The child can only be eternally grateful, no matter where he is born." Zhao Ping had a firm look and said calmly and calmly.
The mother looked at Zhao Ping happily, with a relaxed smile on her face, and kissed Zhao Ping's forehead.
While taking a sip of tea, she said leisurely: "Ping'er, my mother was originally a prostitute from a brothel. She was called into the palace by your father, and that's why you were born. But your father is a very face-conscious person, otherwise He would not have driven your mother back to her hometown after hearing that she was pregnant. Although he recognized your identity in private, the court may not be able to recognize your identity. "
After saying that, my mother gave Zhao Ping a somewhat sad look.
"Mother, with my current ability, I can be wearing a yellow robe at any time if I want. Mother, you are also the Queen Mother." Zhao Ping said in a calm tone without caring at all.
Mother's smile bloomed like a flower, and she kissed Zhao Pinghe's forehead again.
She was originally a brothel girl, but she was at the bottom of the Song Dynasty.
I never thought that after giving birth to a son, I would have the opportunity to become the queen mother of a country and the mother of the world. This is the highest state of a woman.
She resisted her excitement and said to Zhao Ping: "Ping'er, the country of the Song Dynasty was originally yours, and it can only be developed in your hands. My mother already knows that your father trained Zhao Qi, but He's just an idiot. You must get this country."
"Mother, this is unfair to you." Zhao Ping sighed, "If the child becomes the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the Queen Mother may not be you."
"Ping'er, your becoming the emperor of the Song Dynasty is the happiest thing for my mother. Listening to my mother's words, you must fulfill my wish." My mother looked at Zhao Ping with a pleading look in her eyes.
A mother's love really knows no bounds. In order to let her son become the emperor, the mother gave up the opportunity to be the queen mother.
The current queen is Xie Daoqing, and her mother and her identity are the same in heaven and earth.
If his mother had not come from a bad background, Zhao Ping would still have a chance to have two queen mothers.
But although the Queen Mother has no chance, the Dowager Princess cannot run away.
What is the value of mother and son? This is the value of mother and son.
Zhao Ping felt soft and said firmly: "Please rest assured, mother, the child will work hard."
"Ping'er, now that you have arrived in the capital, your Yu Wengweng will help you. I believe that after your identity as the son of an official family is spread, the ministers in the court will stand on your side." Mother's face bloomed. With a sweet smile, he also expressed his thoughts, "After all, Ping'er's martial arts skills are invincible in the world, much better than that idiot, and the minister is not a fool. Moreover, there are powerful enemies outside the Song Dynasty, and Ping'er is also needed as a wise king. "
Zhao Ping agreed, but smiled bitterly in his heart.
It is true that he is Lizong's son, but he is just an illegitimate son, and his mother's identity is not publicized, and she was once a brothel girl.
These are all vulnerable to criticism and being exploited by malicious people.
The monarchy and the ministerial power are a contradictory complex. The monarchy has many powers.
If there is no more, the ministerial power will be less.
The reason why Shi Miyuan wanted to support Lizong, who was not a prince, to ascend the throne was because Lizong, an outsider, had no control over the court and could monopolize power.
The idiot emperor is not good for the country, but good for the powerful ministers.
Those officials of the Song Dynasty who wanted to be powerful ministers were eager for the idiot emperor to come to power.
Of course, it was impossible for Zhao Ping to tell his mother these shocking words.
In any case, some ministers of the Song Dynasty hoped that the Song Dynasty would be good, such as Dong Huai and Wu Qian, the prime ministers and governors who participated in politics.
No matter what, he was Lizong's only son, and he was still a little saint who was famous all over the world. His martial arts and martial arts skills were unrivaled at least in the Song Dynasty, so naturally there would be people who would seek refuge with him.
Three days later, the imperial edict came out.
Zhao Ping helped the Song Dynasty's vassal state Dali to defeat the Hu people and solved the Song Dynasty's worries. He was named the King of Anxi and his fiefdom was Xizhou.
Zhao Ping's mother raised her children well, and was established by the local government as a chastity house. She was named a first-class lady and enjoyed the treatment of the prime minister's wife.
Yu Jie made meritorious service in defending Sichuan and was promoted from bachelor to bachelor.
Yu Jie's son Yu Rushun, Zhao Ping's future father-in-law, was promoted from the magistrate of Xi County to the magistrate of Xizhou due to his good governance.
Seeing this result, Yu Jie sighed: "Your Highness, the official family still hasn't publicly recognized your identity. It's just compensation."
At this time, Zhao Ping's personal camp leader Liu Xianhong knelt down on one leg and bowed his hands.
"Prince, I will follow you to the death." He said in a loud voice.
As soon as he knelt down, the other soldiers knelt down one after another and said word by word: "Prince, we will follow you to the death."
Obviously, although the imperial court did not recognize Zhao Ping as the prince, they had already recognized it.
Zhao Ping smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't know what his subordinates were thinking.
Not only did they think he was the prince, but they also thought he was the emperor.
If Zhao Ping hadn't disagreed, he would have been wearing a yellow robe.
At this time, Yu Jie also came to Zhao Ping and bowed solemnly to Zhao Ping: "I have met the prince."
"Weng Weng, Ping'er is not the crown prince yet." Zhao Ping was a little flustered, but he didn't expect Yu Jie to do the same.
"The etiquette cannot be discarded." Yu Jie said seriously with a serious face: "I have long regarded His Highness as the crown prince. Today in the capital, I will fulfill my long-cherished wish."
Liu Xianhong and others couldn't help but be overjoyed when they heard this.
Yu Jie was different from their group of Zhao Ping's subordinates. He was not only the envoy of Sichuan, but also the Minister of War and a bachelor, and an important minister of the imperial court.
His recognition of Zhao Ping's status as prince meant that the whole of Sichuan fell to Zhao Ping's side.
At this time, a young eunuch came in and announced in a sharp voice: "By the decree of the sage, Mrs. Li of Xuanguo and King Anxi enter the palace."
Zhao Ping couldn't help but feel happy when he saw it. This little eunuch was none other than Zhang Yin.
"Eunuch Zhang, why did the queen announce that King Anxi has entered the palace?" Huang Xiaoniu stepped forward and stuffed a tael of silver into the palace.
Zhang Yin's face was pale. He dared to accept Zhao Ping's money before because Zhao Ping was a commoner.
But now there are rumors in the palace that Zhao Ping is the illegitimate son of an official family, and he does not dare to accept him at all.
While Zhang Yin refused, he stepped back and said, "Princess Zhongyong, please don't embarrass me, I don't know."
Huang Xiaoniu sighed, and nodded helplessly with Cuizhu, Qiu Ruoshui, and Chen Yiyi.
"Princess Zhongyong, I think it's not a bad thing." Seeing Huang Xiaoniu's disappointed expression, Zhang Yin thought for a while and said.
When the four girls heard this, they all smiled like flowers, imagining the situation when the queen received the little saint.
Zhao Ping and his mother had no choice but to follow Zhang Yin to Kunning Hall. They did not expect that Xie Daoqing had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing his mother come in, Xie Daoqing took the lead and stood up enthusiastically.
"Sister, you gave birth to a good son." Xie Daoqing said with a smile on his face, supporting his mother who had already received a blessing.
Don't give it to my mother to criticize the officials, but when she saw the queen, my mother still felt a little guilty.
The queen is not only the main palace, but also the mother of the world.
If my mother enters the palace in the future, she will definitely be under her jurisdiction.
Seeing Xie Daoqing's attitude, my mother felt relieved.
She bowed again and hurriedly explained: "Sage, the slave family did not expect to meet the official family at the beginning."
After all, my mother used to be from a brothel, and it was difficult for her to expose her identity in the palace.
"Sister, this is fate, otherwise there would be no Ping'er." Xie Daoqing smiled gently, "I want you to enter the palace today. I plan to adopt Ping'er as my adopted son. I wonder what my sister thinks?"
My mother was overjoyed when she heard that. Does the official family indirectly inherit Zhao Ping's identity?
She saluted Xie Daoqing with another blessing: "The common woman thanks the saint."
"Ping'er, I have always wanted to adopt you as my adopted son, and today I finally got my wish." Xie Daoqing nodded to his mother, and then looked at Zhao Ping lovingly.
Zhang Yin said from the side: "King Anxi, the saint wanted to adopt you as his adopted son half a year ago."
Hearing this, his mother and Zhao Ping were surprised. It seemed that Xie Daoqing had already paid attention to him.
"My child has met his adoptive mother." Zhao Ping was extremely excited and stepped forward to respectfully bow down to Xie Daoqing who was sitting on the phoenix chair.
Xie Daoqing had a kind smile on his face, and he could hardly close his mouth.
After the visit, Xie Daoqing gave Zhao Ping, mother and son each a pair of jade pendants.
Although the officials respect her, they have always been very cold towards her.
Others have their children around them, but she has no such feeling at all.
She wiped her tears and said with a bit of sobs: "Ping'er, let me take a good look at you. You are so handsome."
Zhao Ping had no choice but to take a few steps forward and let Xie Daoqing look at him again and again.
"Sage, King Anxi is a bit like an official." Zhang Yin looked at Zhao Ping repeatedly and said from the side.
Zhao Ping absorbed the advantages of his mother and Lizong, and many of his facial features were similar to those of Lizong. He also inherited his mother's eyes and skin, making him particularly handsome.
Hearing this, Xie Daoqing's smile became even stronger.
She said to her mother: "Sister, Ping'er is so handsome. I want to kiss him, is that okay?"
After speaking, her eyes showed longing.
She always wanted to be a mother, but Lizong never gave her this opportunity.
Looking at the adopted son in front of her, she couldn't help but make this request.
"If the saint likes it, just kiss Ping'er. My sister especially likes to kiss his forehead." My mother said to Xie Daoqing with a smile as bright as a flower.
Xie Daoqing's ability to kiss Zhao Ping showed that he recognized him very much, and his mother completely relieved her heart.
Xie Daoqing was overjoyed and asked Zhao Ping to stand in front of her and gently kissed his forehead.
After the ceremony, Xie Daoqing announced to the world that Zhao Ping, the king of Anxi, was her adopted son.
Zhang San is a frequent visitor to Zui Chunfeng Teahouse. At this time, he quietly said to Li Si: "Do you know? There are recent rumors in the capital."
"What rumor? Isn't it that King Anxi was adopted by a saint as his adopted son?" Li Si glanced at Zhang San with contempt, shook his head, and glanced at him sideways.
Zhang San's lips curved into a joking smile: "Li Si, that's not it. It's rumored that King Anxi is the illegitimate son of the current official family."
"What, is it true?" Upon hearing this, the teacup in Li Si's hand fell from his hand with a clang.
Fortunately, the floor here is made of wooden boards, so it was not broken, but the tea flowed all over the floor.
Zhang San thought for a while: "This is just a legend, but it's hard to tell whether it's true or not."
"King Anxi has never had a father and is dependent on his mother. Could it be that his father is really an official?" Thinking of this, Li Si broke into a cold sweat.
Zhang San nodded, feeling a little strange: "Since King Anxi is the illegitimate son of the official family, why didn't you come to see the official family earlier?"
"What secret does Zhe Mo have?" Li Si made tea again, took a sip of tea quietly, and came to a conclusion.
Zhang San whispered again: "I heard that Queen Anxi
He was once a prostitute in a brothel, but was later summoned to the palace by officials, and that was how he became King Anxi. "
"It's a pity that Qinglou Qingpai, although he is a prostitute rather than a prostitute, his background is low after all." Li Si sighed, "No wonder King Anxi's mother has never come to the palace."
"I think King Anxi's mother is very courageous, and she managed to raise her son to be a world-famous little saint all by herself." Zhang San said, in awe, and bowed in the direction of Chengdu.
Li Si nodded, with admiration on his face, and said happily: "A hero does not care about his origin. I think this is most vividly reflected in Anxi Wangba."
"If King Anxi is the crown prince, the Song Dynasty will prosper and will definitely surpass the Han and Tang Dynasties." Zhang San's eyebrows were dancing, and he patted the coffee table and said.
"But, I heard that the official family planned to train Prince Zhong (Zhao Qi) as the prince," Li Si frowned and shook his head, with a worried look on his face.
Zhang San said to Li Si: "Come here."
"It's mysterious, what can't be said?" Even so, Li Si still paid attention.
"There are ears next door." Zhang San whispered, "I heard that King Zhong can only speak when he is seven years old."
"What, King Zhong can only speak at the age of seven, isn't he just like an idiot?" Li Si broke out in a cold sweat, the coffee table fell down, and the tea cup fell down again.
"Silang, which one do you think is more suitable for the Song Dynasty, King Anxi or King Zhong?" Zhang San asked quietly again.
Li Si straightened the coffee table and patted it: "King Anxi ascended the throne and the Song Dynasty prospered. King Zhong ascended the throne and the Song Dynasty declined."
"Exactly, I feel the same way." From the perspective of the Song Dynasty, "King Anxi is the only choice."
Prime Minister's Mansion.
Bang bang, the tea cup in Ding Daquan's hand broke to pieces.
"What, King Anxi is actually the illegitimate son of the government?" Ding Daquan couldn't believe his ears, "Is this the rumor in the capital?"
The housekeeper didn't dare to look up at him and whispered: "This is the rumor in the streets."
"Shi Xian, how credible do you think this statement is?" Ding Daquan looked at Jia Sidao with a gloomy face and asked.
Jia Sidao did not answer, but said: "The officials originally wanted to abolish Zhao Ping's military power, but they did not expect that they not only abolished his military power, but also promoted him to the king of Anxi. At the same time, the saint also accepted him as his adopted son. My husband, what do you think? Woolen cloth?"
"So it seems that there will be no wind in the gap. Is it true?" After hearing Jia Sidao's words, Ding Daquan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back.
Jia Sidao nodded and said eloquently: "I think this statement is very likely to be true, but I don't know where it came from. If it comes from the palace, it will be troublesome. It is obvious that the officials are testing us. People’s thoughts. If it comes from Zhao Ping’s men, it’s obvious that they want King Anxi to be the crown prince.”
"If Zhao Ping ascends the throne a hundred years later, with his strength, there will be no way for us to survive." Ding Daquan showed a deceitful smile on his face, "I am already sixty years old, and I may not be able to wait for that day."
He is already in his early sixties, while Jia Sidao is only in his early thirties. These things should still give Jia Sidao a headache.
"My lord, the King of Anxi is not a fat man. This time the official sixteen gold medals summoned him back to the capital, but there is still a share for my lord." Seeing Ding Daquan thinking about running away, Jia Sidao hurriedly said The words come out.
Ding Daquan's eyes circled a few times, his face uncertain.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Jia Sidao's face, and he continued to give Ding Daquan strong medicine: "My lord, I have been on the throne for many years and have become tired of government affairs. What will my lord do if he lets King Anxi supervise the country?"
After hearing this, Ding Daquan started spinning around the case.
The official family has recently indulged in wine and sex, which has been an open secret in the palace.
King Anxi is so outstanding that he is very likely to let him supervise the country.
As long as the king of Anxi supervises the country, he will definitely take action on Prime Minister Zuo.
"Shi Xian, what's the plan?" Thinking of this, Ding Daquan gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Jia Sidao smiled coldly: "Although Zhao Ping is good at martial arts and martial arts, his identity is questionable. This is one of them. His biological mother used to be a young girl.
The lower-level officials don’t believe that the girl in the building can survive the mire. "
"Yes, yes, yes. Zhao Ping still wants to be a stable King of Anxi. If you want to be a prince, just dream." Ding Daquan laughed, and another chrysanthemum appeared on his face.
