Early the next morning, Zhao Yang was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by Wang Shougui.
He opened his eyes drowsily, and saw Wang Shougui standing beside the couch with a pale face: "Xiao Langjun, the fish... the fish is dead."
"ah?"
Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Zhao Zhen sitting at the table wearing a cloak, staring motionlessly at a wooden barrel on the ground in front of him.
He put on his clothes and got off the bed, stepped on his boots and walked to Zhao Zhen. He looked into the wooden barrel and saw three fish in the barrel. One of them had turned its belly, and the other two seemed to be wilted. .
Seeing Zhao Zhen staring at the fish in the barrel motionless, like a wood carving, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but joked: "Guan, where did you catch this fish? It can also swim on its back..."
"..."
Zhao Zhen finally reacted. Regardless of whether he understood it or not, he gave the boy a hard look.
Wang Shougui from the side said anxiously: "Young Master, don't be ridiculous. According to what Young Master said, I ordered the imperial army to fish three fishes from the pond in the palace and feed them food mixed with cinnabar, cinnabar and other substances. I never thought that today would be...this..."
"Don't worry."
Zhao Yang pressed his hands and said with relief: "It wasn't caused by medicine. It didn't happen that fast. It should have been caused by lack of oxygen."
"What's missing?"
"Anyway, ask someone to catch three more fish and keep each in a bucket. The buckets should be placed in a ventilated place. If that doesn't work, put them outside the palace."
"well."
Wang Shougui hurriedly followed the instructions, while Zhao Zhen secretly breathed a long sigh of relief.
I remember that early this morning, Wang Shougui told him with a pale face that the fish was dead. He was so frightened that he almost lost his mind. Unexpectedly, it was a joke.
What's annoying is that this kid actually made fun of this matter.
The more Zhao Zhen thought about it, the angrier he became. He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the back of Zhao Yang's head.
"Ouch."
Zhao Yang turned his head in pain and saw Zhao Zhen wrapped in a cloak with a bad look on his face. Knowing that he was in the wrong, he had no choice but to smile and help Zhao Zhen sit down again in a flattering manner, accusing him again and again: "Calm down your anger, calm down. "
In fact, you can't blame him. In fact, the sight of Renzong staring at the bucket with a straight face was so funny that he couldn't help but make a joke.
Thanks to this one, if it were another emperor, it wouldn't be a matter of being knocked on the head.
Seeing Zhao Yang's flattery, Zhao Zhen's anger subsided a bit. After being helped to sit down, he turned his head to look at Zhao Yang several times, but stopped talking several times.
After a long while, he suppressed the fear and uneasiness in his heart and lowered his voice and asked: "Zhao Yang, tell me the truth, how long will I... live?"
Zhao Yang raised his head and looked at Zhao Zhen. He could feel the uneasiness and fear in this Renzong's heart, but the problem was that he really didn't know how long this Renzong had lived.
"You...what do you mean by shaking your head? Could it be that I..."
"No, no, I just... don't remember, I don't have any impression."
"..."
Zhao Zhen was so angry that his eyes widened and he stared at Zhao Yang for a long time as if he didn't argue with him. He hit him on the head again angrily and said bitterly: "You can't even remember my age. Do you still remember?" What?"
"Remember where you are buried..." Zhao Yang muttered in a low voice. When he looked up, he saw Zhao Zhen looking at him with wide eyes. He also felt a little guilty. He laughed twice and his voice dropped, "Yong Zhaoling, right? "
"..."
Zhao Zhen looked at Zhao Yang with a livid face. His legs were so frightened by the dead fish that he felt weak at the moment.
So about a dozen breaths later, Wang Shougui returned to the palace and was shocked to see the official chasing Zhao Yang and knocking him on the head. The latter ran away and shouted: "Fifty or sixty! Five or sixty!"
"?"
Wang Shougui was confused, but he did not dare to step forward rashly and tentatively called: "Guan, Guan family?"
Zhao Zhen gave up and took a few breaths while leaning on the table, then glared at Zhao Yang fiercely.
He was really pissed off by this kid. He didn't remember the useful ones, but only the useless ones!
When he thought about his longevity, he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.
He is thirty and nine years old this year. Even if he lives sixty, he will only live for another twenty-one years. This number of years is far from enough for any king, not to mention that he may not reach sixty yet, maybe only five. He is in his early ten years. If this is the case, then he only has more than ten years left to live. How can this be enough for him to fulfill his ambition?
A strange son came from heaven to his Song Dynasty, and he was very ambitious to revitalize the Song Dynasty!
With a raised eyebrow, Zhao Zhen's eyes fell on Zhao Yang again, and he asked in his heart: "Zhao Yang, is there a way to live forever in your 'hometown'?"
"..."
Zhao Yang glanced up and continued to arrange his clothes.
Zhao Zhen was happy and said: "I don't punish you, but you still blame me? If you didn't say...that way, how could I...knock you on the head?"
Zhao Yang was still arranging his clothes. Seeing this, the discerning Wang Shougui hurried forward to help him tidy up. At the same time, he secretly winked at Zhao Yang, but Zhao Yang pretended not to see it at all.
Seeing that this kid seemed to have really lost his temper, Zhao Zhen felt angry and funny. Then he thought that his actions just now were indeed inappropriate, so he hesitated and said: "Okay, I will apologize to you."
As he said that, under Wang Shougui's incredulous gaze, he really bowed and apologized: "This time it's my fault. I'll pay more attention in the future, okay?"
"I hope the officials can take control next time."
"You better keep your mouth shut, kid."
The two of them exchanged words, and then Zhao Yang said slowly: "As for longevity, that's not possible. Longevity can still be discussed."
"What should I say?" Zhao Zhen was slightly disappointed.
"Smoking less and drinking less... I mean drinking less, remembering not to drink too much, not getting too close to women, exercising appropriately every day, drinking more hot water, eating a combination of meat and vegetables, and supplementing it with some tonics, that's about it."
"How long can you live?"
Zhao Yang thought for a moment and said, "In my hometown, people can live to about seventy-five years."
"Seventy-five years old..."
Zhao Zhen muttered softly, thoughtfully.
In his opinion, it would not be unacceptable if he could live to be seventy-five. After all, he still had more than thirty years to live at this age, which should at least be enough for him to carry out reforms and improve the current situation of the Song Dynasty.
"From today on, remind me to avoid drinking and sex." Zhao Zhen said to Wang Shougui.
"Yes..." Wang Shougui responded with a strange expression.
After breakfast later, Zhao Yang said goodbye to Zhao Zhen and was about to leave with Wang Zhongzheng and others. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhen called out to him: "There was such a big commotion yesterday, are you still restless? You have been staying here for the past few days. In the palace."
"I have to go do something." Zhao Yang said reluctantly.
Zhao Zhen glanced sideways and said: "The envoy named Yang Yi from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce is looking for skilled craftsmen for you. By the way, he can find the person you are looking for. Yandu, the son of Yanlongtu, is currently controlling floods in Chanzhou. He will be there soon. You can’t return to Beijing; the five hundred Tianwu army promised to you has not been mobilized yet, so what else can you do?”
"..."
Zhao Yang was speechless.
Yesterday, he sent someone to inquire about it. It turned out that Yandu, the household judge, was not posted in the household department of Shangshu Province, but was subordinate to the household department of the third division. What's more unfortunate is that on the eighth day of July last year, he was appointed as the right to send households. Yandu, a judge in the Ministry and a foreign minister in the field, was sent to Chanzhou to take charge of Gou Xiu River. I don't know when he will be able to return to Beijing.
Although Zhao Yang wanted to see if his father Yan Su had left any technical manuscripts and informed Zhao Zhen of the matter, it was obviously impossible for Zhao Zhen to recall Yandu just for this matter, which would delay the management of the Yellow River. , and secondly, after the flood in Hebei, it was in a mess, so it was the right time to hire people.
The only thing Zhao Yang could do was to write a letter to Yandu to ask about the situation, and by the way, ask Yandu if he was willing to be transferred to his "technical department" that only existed on paper for the time being.
Helpless, Zhao Yang could only follow Zhao Zhen to the Chui Gong Hall, and to the east side hall where the latter handled government affairs daily.
This is the place where the Emperor of the Song Dynasty handles government affairs. Many people in the world yearn for it, but for Zhao Yang, it has lost its novelty. However, Zhao Zhen does not allow him to leave the palace, and he has no way to leave secretly.
"Just write it here, and I'll ask someone to send it to you after you finish it." Zhao Zhen ordered someone to move a small table so that Zhao Yang could write a letter to Yandu.
Not long after, Zeng Gongliang, who was practicing daily life, came into the hall and saw Zhao Yang at a glance.
As of yesterday evening, word had spread throughout Bianjing that there was a young gentleman of unknown origin who claimed to be a member of the Ministry of Industry. Not only did he not give face to Zhang Yaozuo, who was a relative, he even humiliated the prefect Quan in the court of Kaifeng Prefecture for his money affairs. Mingyi also boasted that he would kill the other party in Haikou. Although Qian Mingyi had strictly ordered the whole Kaifeng Mansion to spread the news, the matter still spread and became known to everyone.
Regardless of those who knew about it, the entire government and the public were talking about this young man who hated evil but was arrogant and domineering.
Isn't this the one in the palace?
There was such a big commotion in Kaifeng Mansion, and the officials were not blamed?
Zeng Gongliang muttered secretly. When he passed by Zhao Yang, he glanced sideways to see what this boy was writing. However, he frowned after just one glance.
This word... I really can’t read it.
After a while, Ye Qingchen, the third envoy, came to see Zhao Zhen and presented to Zhao Zhen the detailed regulations drawn up by his third envoy on the follow-up epidemic prevention and reconstruction of the Hebei flood. The focus was on the estimated consumption of medicines, money and food, and The number of people who mobilize the army to calm the people and put an end to chaos.
He also noticed Zhao Yang sitting in the palace writing a letter and smiled slightly.
He also learned about what happened yesterday, and found it quite interesting to know that this boy had severely beaten Zhang Yaozuo and Qian Mingyi in the face.
Afterwards, Ye Qingchen and Zhao Zhen discussed the scheduling amount in the draft. Ye Qingchen mainly explained and Zhao Zhen listened.
"The Third Division will handle it accordingly."
"yes."
Ye Qingchen bowed to accept the order, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he said softly: "Guan family, I have a private matter to see you."
Zhao Zhen raised his head in confusion and nodded slightly.
Zhao Yang also felt puzzled. After all, he had no friendship with Ye Qingchen.
When the two came outside the palace, Ye Qingchen smiled and said to Zhao Yang, "Young Master did a great job yesterday..."
Since there was no friendship, Zhao Yang was not sure what the other party meant by saying this, so he asked tentatively: "Ms. Ye, do you have something to do with me?"
Ye Qingchen smiled slightly and said: "It's like this. The son of an old friend came to my house yesterday and asked me to send a message to Xiaolangjun. I hope I can thank him in person and thank Xiaolangjun for his upright words."
Zhao Yang wondered: "The mother and son yesterday were the wife and son of Ye Xianggong's old friend?"
"No, no, no." Ye Qingchen waved his hand and said, "But he was there at the time, and it is said that he had met Xiaolangjun... But what he wanted to thank was not for yesterday's incident, but for thanking Xiaolangjun for standing in front of the officials. My father interceded and the officials issued an order to summon him back to the capital..."
Zhao Yang was stunned, opened his eyes and said: "Fan Zhongyan... no, is he the son of Mr. Fan?"
"Of course." Ye Qingchen nodded and said: "It is Fan Xianggong's second son, Fan Chunren. He learned that Xiaolangjun spoke uprightly for his father, and yesterday he suffered money... well, was hated and framed by others. He was grateful and guilty. I want to express my gratitude to Mr. Xiaolang in person. Mr. Xiaolang, look..."
Zhao Yang suddenly became interested.
That was Fan Zhongyan's son. Although I didn't remember him deeply, I vaguely remembered that he was a rare talent. How could he not help him?
"Where is he? When can we meet?"
Seeing Zhao Yang's enthusiasm, Ye Qingchen was a little surprised and said with a smile: "I'm still waiting for news at my house. If the young man is free..."
"When you are free, when you are free." Zhao Yang nodded repeatedly, but then frowned: "I'm sorry, the officials won't allow me to leave the palace in the near future..."
Ye Qingchen was dumbfounded. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhao Yang leaving behind a word and turning around, "I'll go talk to the officials about this."
Zhao Yang returned to the palace and told Zhao Zhen everything.
Zhao Zhen felt quite complicated after hearing this. After all, Zhao Yang had told him that Fan Zhongyan might be his most loyal and loyal minister in the Song Dynasty, but he had believed the slander and demoted him from the capital. This made him inevitably want to make amends. idea.
"Invite him to the palace, I also want to... meet this son."
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zhen said to Ye Qingchen who followed him into the palace.
About an hour later, Zhao Zhen sent a team of royal guards to Ye Qingchen's residence and brought Fan Chunren, who was temporarily staying at the residence, into the palace.
Fan Chunren still looked confused until he stood outside the Chui Gong Hall.
