late at night.
The lights in the Song Army camp were brightly lit.
The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, was lying on the bed, holding "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and reading it with relish.
Wenhou Lu Bu stood guard outside the camp, spreading gold sore medicine on the wounds, and still complaining about what happened during the day.
Aren't they just two small wishes, so difficult? He would take action at the slightest disagreement. If His Majesty hadn't been there, he would have demolished the Temple of the Three Holy Mothers!
Sudden.
A strange fragrance drifted from nowhere and lingered in the tent.
In just an instant, Wen Hou Lu Bu tilted his head and fell asleep, and Song Shao Emperor Zhao Bing was no exception.
A woman in white sneaked into the tent, kneaded the magic formula with her hands, and whispered:
"I want to see if you are some old monster who came specially to tease me!"
"The art of entering dreams, start!"
…
Inside the magnificent, spectacular palace.
The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, was sitting on the dragon chair. He was in a daze for a moment and then raised his head.
Seeing the military generals headed by Yue Fei and the civil officials led by Zuo Prime Minister Lu Xiufu, they all knelt on the ground and said in surprise:
"General Yue, Prime Minister Zuo, what are you doing?"
"I seem to have been distracted for a while. Isn't it too late to remonstrate?"
The Prime Minister of the Left, Lu Xiufu, kowtowed heavily on the ground three times until his forehead was covered with blood. He shouted:
"Your Majesty, please accept a queen! The country cannot be without a queen for a day, let alone a prince!"
Right Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang also stood in front of the pillar and said solemnly:
"If the emperor has no queen, the country will be in trouble!"
"If Your Majesty does not issue an imperial edict today and tell the world to select three thousand beauties to fill the harem, I will hit the pillar and die!"
Yue Fei and other ministers also drew their swords across their necks and shouted, "Your Majesty, please stand up as a queen."
If they don't establish a queen, they will kill themselves here today.
The Young Emperor of Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, rubbed his eyebrows and said tentatively:
"My dear friends, why don't I issue an edict to punish myself? Tell it to the world? Then you can go back and rest first?"
However, instead of restraining themselves, the ministers became more and more serious in their remonstrances.
What's more, several white-haired veterans were knocked to death on pillars.
The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, was so frightened that he hurriedly ran down from the throne and ordered the imperial physician to rescue the old ministers.
As soon as he turned around, he was already surrounded. Facing the disappointed and angry looks of the ministers, he said helplessly:
"My mentor once said that to be an emperor, you must first make sure that all the people in the world have enough to eat, then you can be a qualified emperor."
"As long as there is one hungry citizen, I will never have a queen or a concubine!"
Yue Fei and other ministers looked at each other in silence, while Wen Hou Lu Bu squeezed away his colleagues, with a fierce look in his eyes, brandished his spear, and said word by word:
"You stupid king!"
"I, Lu Bu, will commit regicide and rebellion today!"
Seeing the spear getting closer and closer to him, exuding a strong evil aura, Song Shaodi Zhao Bing's expression suddenly calmed down.
He smiled bitterly and said:
"Third Holy Mother Goddess, stop making trouble, I still want to read the military book."
"call"
As a breeze blew by, all the ministers in the palace turned into clouds and disappeared.
Wearing white clothes, the quirky Third Holy Mother Yang Chan sat on the steps, with a sinister look on her pretty face and said fiercely:
"I just said that you are a very strange person. Children of your age in ordinary people's homes do not have this kind of mentality."
"Aren't you afraid that your guess will be wrong, that Marquis Wen really committed regicide and rebelled against the king? Did you find out that this was a dream?"
The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, first walked to the palace gate, took a look outside, and found that this place was no different from his palace in Shaoxing.
However, it was empty, without a single figure, and it looked quite strange.
Then, he came to the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan and said helplessly:
"Marquis Wen is just a little reckless, loves vanity, and is greedy for beauty. He has never met a wise master. He is not born as a traitor who only thinks about rebellion."
"Prime Minister Zuo and Prime Minister You are very loyal to the Song Dynasty. They usually teach me not to be greedy for pleasure, but to be a wise king and treat the people well."
"Even if... you don't establish a queen and take in a concubine... they won't stop admonishing her."
When the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan heard what Song Shaodi said, she rubbed the latter's cheeks fiercely with her two slender hands and said:
"The magical power my second brother taught me can make people face their most fearful things. I have used it to punish some evil people."
"Those evil people are scared crazy. I never thought that the thing you fear most is being forced by the ministers to become a queen."
"Hahaha... You kid is so funny. Do you know what Mingjun is?"
The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, took a few steps back with a red face and said warily:
"Three Holy Mothers, men and women cannot kiss each other!"
The Third Holy Mother Yang Chan took back her hand with some regret and said:
"Really, you are still young, but you seem to be a stubborn old man. Your mentor has really led you to bad things."
"Come on, tell me. I want to hear what the Mingjun in your heart looks like."
Young Emperor Song adjusted his clothes and then said slowly:
"If you make clear rewards and punishments, do not act recklessly, do not covet pleasure, and allow everyone in the world to have clothes to wear and enough to eat, then you are a wise king."
Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, recalled it carefully and found that although what the child said was superficial, there was some truth in it, so she asked:
"Did your mentor say this? Or did you come up with it yourself?"
"However, your father is too foolhardy. You are so young, and he doesn't even let you be the prince, so he makes you the emperor."
"I'm not afraid that you will be deceived by those treacherous ministers. Do you understand the principle that loyalty can be like a traitor?"
The Young Emperor of Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, shook his head and said:
"My mentor taught me many principles, but I realized this myself."
Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, became interested and threatened fiercely:
"Tell me, what else did your mentor teach you? If you don't satisfy me, you'll be stuck in a dream!"
The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, secretly murmured in his heart that his mentor was indeed right, women are the most terrifying existence, and said:
"My mentor taught me that generals can be deposed, kingdoms should not be destroyed, and those who are emperors should not treat the people as slaves..."
"However, I think the most terrifying thing is the fact that there is no emperor."
Just listening to these words, Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, could feel that Song Shaodi's mentor was probably not a mediocre person, nor did he care about his reputation.
The general can be deposed, but the country cannot be destroyed!
It's simple to say, but if he really did this, I'm afraid that Song Shaodi would be recorded in the history books as a murderous tyrant.
Zhao Bing, the Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, saw that the Three Holy Mothers were silent, looked around, ran to the pillar, and said to himself:
"In the eyes of the common people, gold, silver and jewelry are precious things. With them, one can live a rich and prosperous life. So why is it that no one values ingots made of stone?"
"Military generals are eager to make great achievements and long for high-ranking officials and generous salaries. So what is a high-ranking official? General? General? It's just a false name. Why can so many people be so excited?"
…
Later, Song Shaodi told many more examples, and Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, became more and more confused and said:
"What on earth do you want to say? Are you stalling for time?"
(End of chapter)
