A thousand years...after?
Zhao Zhen was so shocked that he could not utter a sound with his mouth slightly open.
He looked outside the hall and then at Zhao Yang. After a while, he pointed at Zhao Yang with trembling fingers and asked in a low voice: "Are you... a human or a ghost?!"
Zhao Yang also knew that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty in front of him was probably difficult to accept, so he pretended to be relaxed and tried to lower the other party's vigilance: "Of course he is a human being, where do ghosts and gods come from in this world? Didn't I say before, today I am I risked my life by coming here, and I was worried that I would be treated as a monster or a spy and killed by His Majesty."
"..."
Zhao Zhen gradually calmed down and stared at Zhao Yang suspiciously for a long time. He suddenly stood up and walked quickly outside the palace, shouting loudly: "Come here! Where are the royal equipment? Wang Shougui!"
After a few breaths, a group of eunuchs wearing weapons came running quickly. The leader and the fastest one was Wang Shugui.
Wang Shougui looked panic-stricken at first, but when he ran up to Zhao Zhen out of breath and saw Zhao Zhen standing outside the hall, with his back to the door of the west hall of Chui Gong Hall, and the young man named Zhao Yang, he changed his mind and changed his mind. He said, "What orders do the officials have?"
Zhao Zhen's face was unusually serious, and he asked in a deep voice: "Did you just ask everyone outside the palace to retreat? Is there anything you missed?"
Wang Shougui felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, officials, no one came near the West Hall just now."
"Where is the main hall?"
"Uh..." Wang Shougui was startled again. He lowered his head and stammered: "There may be a palace supervisor on duty in the main palace... Your Majesty has never mentioned it before. I thought... I know the crime!"
Realizing that something was not right, he quickly knelt down and confessed.
Zhao Zhen glanced at Wang Shougui at his feet, then turned to look at the main palace. After silently estimating the distance, he exhaled slightly and said in a deep voice: "Get up. Ask the palace supervisor to follow you first. No. People talk to him, and then I will ask him again... By the way, you will be waiting a hundred steps outside the palace."
"Yes." Wang Shougui quickly stood up and took the order.
At this time, Zhao Zhen gave an order to the people who came after hearing the news, including the royal belt and the guards in front of the palace: "You are guarding this palace from a hundred steps away. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." !... Anyone who disobeys the order will be punished!"
"Follow the order!"
All the guards in the palace were frightened, including Wang Shougui and Zeng Gongliang, who had just arrived to check on the situation. After all, this official always showed his generosity and rarely issued such a strict order.
Watching everyone retreat from the Chuigong Hall again, Zhao Zhen walked into the West Hall again. While looking at Zhao Yang who was facing him with strange eyes, he slowly walked to the latter's side and said with a strange expression: "I remember You said before that if I hadn't been from your family, you wouldn't have come today. So, you are a descendant of my surname Zhao...?"
Zhao Yang shook his head and said: "I don't know about this. I only know about my great-grandfather's generation..."
"Where's the family tree?"
"It was long lost in the war years."
"Really?" Zhao Zhen nodded slightly, then gestured curiously and asked: "How did you do it? You came here after a thousand years..."
"I don't know, it probably involves space-time wormholes, quantum tunnels or something..." Zhao Yang shrugged.
"What?"
"I can't explain that thing clearly. In short, I went to Longting Scenic Area for a trip that day. There was a heavy fog. After passing through the fog, I arrived here... Oh, Longting Scenic Area is probably located in the palace. A thousand years later, the entire Bianjing including the imperial palace was buried by the sand of the Yellow River. The Longting Scenic Area was built on top of it, about eight meters above... well, two or three feet high." Zhao Yang pointed. Points to the top of the head.
"..."
Zhao Zhen looked up and then at Zhao Yang. He hesitated to speak, looking a little lonely.
It is said that the sea has changed forever, but it was unexpected that a thousand years later, the palace where he lived now would be completely buried in the sand and never see the light of day again.
"What proof do you...have?" he asked.
"Certificate?" Zhao Yang thought for a while and replied: "I have roughly read the history of the Song Dynasty and know the historical trend of the next nearly a thousand years. Does this count?"
"..."
Zhao Zhen stared at Zhao Yang deeply, then silently walked to the imperial table and sat down, his expression still looking a little lonely.
"Your Majesty...do you believe me?" Zhao Yang was a little surprised.
Zhao Zhen did not answer. After glancing at Zhao Yang, he raised his hand and pointed to the round stool on one side of the hall, and then to the table.
Zhao Yang understood, brought a lacquered stool and sat down at the table, waiting for the former to speak.
After a few breaths, Zhao Yang sighed with emotion: "When I heard you claim to be a Han citizen before, I felt that you might not be a citizen of the Song Dynasty, but I never thought that it would be such a bizarre thing... Tell me, I listen, I am a great citizen Song Dynasty...how many more years will it take for Guozuo to be in power?"
Zhao Yang thought for a while and said: "As for the Northern Song Dynasty, there are still about seventy or eighty years..."
"Only seventy or eighty years?" Zhao Zhen frowned deeply and asked, "Wait, Northern Song Dynasty? Is this what future generations call our dynasty? Is there also the Southern Song Dynasty?"
"Yes." Zhao Yang nodded and said: "The Southern Song Dynasty was founded after the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty. Because it was based in Hangzhou, it was called the Southern Song Dynasty. It probably lasted for another 150 years."
on one's last legs……
Zhao Zhen's eyes twitched, as if he was stung by this word. He glared at Zhao Yang and said displeasedly: "What does it mean to linger on for a while?!"
Zhao Yang shrugged and said: "You don't think about military ambitions or avenging the national humiliation. You just want to live in a corner of peace. You are invincible from foreign attacks and have frequent internal fights. What else is this called lingering on for a while?"
"...Elaborate." Zhao Zhen looked surprised and uncertain.
Hearing this, Zhao Yang suddenly looked a little embarrassed, and said after a while: "Well, I don't really understand this history..."
Zhao Zhen's brows furrowed even more tightly: "Didn't you say you had read Song Dynasty?"
"I mean I've taken a rough look at it." Zhao Yang glanced at Zhao Zhen and explained with a strange expression: "The history of the two Song Dynasties will be viewed by future generations as a history of 'you have the mace and I have the Tianling Gai'. If you don't specialize in studying ancient history, how many of them are really interested in this useless history? Wouldn't it be good to look through the history of the Qin, Han, Sui, Tang, and Ming dynasties? Why add that obstacle?"
"..."
Zhao Zhen suddenly thought of the three disastrous defeats in the past few years. He felt ashamed and angry. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me what you know!"
Seeing his expression, Zhao Yang was afraid of being overly stimulated and making the emperor named Zhao faint, so he tried in a low voice: "Then... let's start with the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty?"
"..."
Zhao Zhen glared at Zhao Yang, but said nothing more. It seemed that he acquiesced.
It can be seen that the emperor surnamed Zhao also wanted to know why the Song Dynasty fell.
Therefore, Zhao Yang briefly told Zhao Zhen the history of the Jin Dynasty's invasion of Bianjing in the late Northern Song Dynasty, which led to the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty. In order to let Zhao Zhen deeply understand the shame of this period of history, he deliberately did not omit the story of the Jin army's general Song Dynasty. The incident of the abduction of more than 3,000 people including Huizong, Song Qinzong, concubines, princes, clan members, and noble relatives also mentioned what the "sheep-taking ceremony" is.
"What a shame!"
As expected, Zhao Zhen was so angry that he was shaking all over, his breathing became particularly heavy, and he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
But in order not to interrupt Zhao Yang's story, Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth and held back the attack until Zhao Yang told how the famous Southern Song Dynasty general Yue Fei was forced to return to the court by twelve gold-lettered plaques when he was recovering lost territory during the Northern Expedition. Zhao Zhen couldn't stand listening to the accusation of execution, so he angrily slammed the table and interrupted Zhao Yang's narration.
At this moment, he finally understood why Zhao Yang looked down on the Southern Song Dynasty so much. Not to mention his descendants, even his "ancestor" was sweating on his forehead and filled with anger.
"Your Majesty, calm down." Zhao Yang advised with an innocent look.
"Calm down my anger? How do you tell me to calm down my anger?!"
Zhao Zhen was even more angry. In his opinion, this boy from a thousand years later could only stand and talk without pain. He angrily said: "No matter how miserable I am in the Song Dynasty, I am still the ancestor of the Han people in later generations. Are you waiting for me?" Have you never thought about washing away your shame?"
Facing Zhao Zhen's anger, Zhao Yang spread his hands and said innocently: "At that time, it had been eight hundred years since the fall of the Jin Kingdom..."
"..."
Zhao Zhen was speechless and asked for a long time: "Which country and dynasty were they destroyed by?"
"The good news is that it was destroyed by the Southern Song Dynasty..."
Zhao Yang thought for a while and said: "Although we are uniting with Mongolia... let's forget it."
"Oh?" Zhao Zhen's eyes lit up, and he was filled with surprise and changed his view of the Southern Song Dynasty. However, before he could speak, Zhao Yang added another sentence: "The bad news is that the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed by Mongolia."
The atmosphere in the hall instantly dropped to freezing point. Zhao Zhen stared at Zhao Yang with a livid face, his eyes full of warning.
"ha……"
Zhao Yang, who realized that he was playing with fire, laughed awkwardly and said hurriedly: "But that was one or two hundred years later. Now there are still seven to eighty years before the 'Jingkang Shame'. As long as the Song Dynasty does it as soon as possible, By making changes, reforming policies, and working hard, this history can be avoided."
"snort."
Zhao Zhen snorted, and then sighed: "Reform to strengthen the country... Do you think I have never tried it? A few years ago, I appointed Fan Zhongyan, Fu Bi, and Han Qi to preside over the reform..."
"Fan Zhongyan?" Zhao Yang's ears perked up.
"Do you know?" Zhao Zhen glanced at him and asked casually.
"We are old acquaintances." Zhao Yang smiled and explained Zhao Zhen's doubts: "There are his articles in the textbooks of later generations. His "Yueyang Tower" requires memorizing the full text. Worry first about the world's worries. , be happy after the world is happy, such a rare and beautiful sentence... Tsk, tsk, it took me a lot of energy at that time."
Looking at Zhao Yang's expression, which seemed to be filled with lingering fear, Zhao Zhen found it a little funny, nodded and agreed: "It is indeed a rare and beautiful sentence."
He remembered very clearly that Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower" was written more than two years ago, that is, in the sixth year of Qingli. At that time, Fan Zhongyan was serving as the magistrate of Dengzhou. Within a year, this article was spread to Bianjing and In his ears.
At that time, he was also moved by the beautiful lines in the article, "If you live high in a temple, you worry about the people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about the king" and "Be worried about the worries of the world first, and be happy after the happiness of the world." He thought about Fan Zhongyan. He was transferred back to Bianjing, but there was a lot of resistance from the government and the opposition. In addition, he was not sure whether Fan Zhongyan was loyal or not, so the matter ended up being nothing.
But now, a boy with a strange origin appeared in front of him.
