In a drowsy state, Zhao Xin felt his body and regained consciousness. Faintly, there was the sound of charcoal burning.

Immediately, the rich smell of medicine entered his heart from the end of his nose, and an object that seemed to be a spoon pried open his mouth and poured the unpleasant and bitter medicinal soup into his throat.

"Ahem......"

So, his body instinctively coughed.

"I ...... Still alive? Zhao Xin thought to himself.

But......

What about being alive?

He is almost fifty years old, and he has been on the throne for thirty years, but after all, he has achieved nothing.

What you want to change, never changes!

Gentry! Civil service! Ancestral system!

It's like three mountains, pressing on him, making him breathless.

The reform I want to do has finally turned into a bad government that harms others and myself, and what I want to do will inevitably be disobeyed by the ministers below after all!

After reaching the age of forty-five, the body and will are finally unable to support it.

Like his father and ancestors, lingering on the sickbed.

As a result, the achievements that were once reluctantly made, and the cause that they had fought for day and night, returned to the pre-liberation period overnight.

The ministers joined forces with the consuls and locked him, an official, in three inches of the imperial city.

The decree does not leave the dormitory, and the authority stops within three steps.

So, he finally understood a truth: a scholar can't save the Great Song Dynasty!

Civilians, scholars, and doctors can't!

Relying on civil officials to try to compromise with the gentry and officials in order to carry out top-down reforms is asking for hardship!

It can even be said that it is just a tiger skin.

Whether it is Wang Anshi, Lu Huiqing, or Ouyang Xiu, Sima Guang.

They're actually in the same group!

The essence is to be a fellow traveler!

As long as the reform touches their interests, there will be an immediate backlash!

So, on the sickbed, he finally understood the teachings of the former leader: Revolution and fame are not about inviting guests to dinner, not making articles, not painting and embroidering, not so elegant, not so calm, and polite......

Unfortunately, by the time I woke up, it was already too late.

Hate, can only hate yourself.

Too petty-bourgeois!

Resentment, you can only blame yourself, too greedy for vanity, too much pursuit of image, too concerned about the world's opinion!

So much so that he completely discarded his superiority and completely put his ass on the civil officials, on the gentry.

But I forgot, what Lu Xun said - I opened the history to check, this history has no age, crooked on each page is written 'benevolence, righteousness and morality' four words, I can't sleep horizontally, I read carefully in the middle of the night, only to see the words from the cracks, there are two words written all over the book: cannibalism!

The gentry want to eat people, the civil officials want to eat people, and the noble relatives also want to eat people!

And he, naively, thought that he could find a new piece of meat for these guys, so that they would not eat the original meat.

What stupidity!

What childishness!

Who thinks they eat too little?

That one thinks he's got enough to eat?

People's hearts are already insatiable!

Human nature has to look at Shu!

Therefore, there is an allusion to Shengmien, fighting Mi Qiu, so there is a word of inches!

Hugh said that it was the feudal era of the Northern Song Dynasty, and in the world of the previous life, how could the billionaires be willing to easily cut their flesh and make profits?

Isn't the blessing of 996 profound enough?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xin became more and more remorseful.

He doesn't hate others, he only hates himself.

Hate your own naivety and stupidity, hate your own weakness and contempt.

At this moment, he remembered a sentence, the last instruction his father gave him when he was dying: All sides are guilty, and the sin is bowing! I am guilty, and there is no way to go! Wu'er, be Yao Shun!

At that time, he was young and vigorous, and his mind was full of naïve thoughts and childish thinking.

Therefore, this testament is completely misunderstood.

I thought that this was the old father and encouraged him to carry forward the words of the people's pigs.

At the same time, at that time, he was deeply affected by the novels and TV series he had watched, thinking that as long as he collected famous ministers and famous generals, and then the king's anger attacked, the people of the world would automatically unite under his command.

But, now, after more than 30 years of being beaten by society and reality.

He turned around and pondered his old father's legacy again.

Only then did he understand that his old father's last words were not for him to carry forward any folk pigs at all!

It's not about letting him be friends with the gentry, civil officials, and literati and engage in friendship!

That sentence, the real way to open is: all parties are guilty, and the sin is in my bow - so I am arbitrary! I am guilty of sin, and there is no way to do it - all sins and goodness, I am the only one, what does it have to do with the king?

The old father's last words can be summed up in two: poisonous vegetables!

Firmly grasp the power in your own hands, and hold the gun tightly!

Ministers are only tools and pawns to implement their own will and policies.

If you are obedient, you will be given candy, and if you are disobedient, you will go to Lingnan to stay!

Unfortunately, when I woke up, it was too late.

Everything is irretrievable!

He's just a cripple on the sickbed, who needs someone to serve him even when he urinates and urinates.

The government is already a matter decided by those civil officials, scholars, and doctors.

And he, this official, became a sculpture of clay sculptures, a machine for stamping.

Even if it is a son, it is easy to see it.

"If you can start all over again...... Zhao Xin thought in his mind, and then laughed at himself again: "How is this possible?" ”

But, in the next moment, a voice sounded in Zhao Xin's ears: "Shou Guogong, have you taken medicine?" ”

"Back to Xu Hanlin, the slave maid has just served the prince and taken the decoction...... a young female voice replied.

"Oh......" The man named Xu Hanlin sighed: "It's been almost half a month, and I don't know if Guogong can survive it......"

"The day before yesterday, Empress Cao went to the Great Xiangguo Temple, in front of the Buddha, she prayed in person, and wished to lose half of her life, in exchange for the country's safety, to survive this catastrophe ......"

"However, Qin Tianjian reported: Last night, I saw the moon and covered the stars in front of my heart......"

"The official family heard that since the morning, the water and rice have not entered the ......"

As he spoke, he sighed.

The moon occultates the stars before the heart, which is never a good omen!

In the formal Taoist interpretation, there is basically only one explanation for this astrology: this lord prince has collapsed, and there is no prince in the country!

Anyway, since the observation began, once this astrology appears, a prince will die!

So, this Hanlin sighed again, worried about the country, for the society, and for the world.

However, he had no idea what kind of waves and what huge waves were set off in the heart of the person lying behind the curtain and screen on the bed only two steps in front of him!

"Xu Xi!"

"Xu Xi !!!!"

When Zhao Xin heard Na Hanlin's voice, he immediately recognized it!

It was the sound that made him so unforgettable!

In my memory, from the age of two and a half to the age of twenty-five, whenever he had a little typhoid fever and cold, he was personally diagnosed and treated by this Xu Hanlin.

But here's the problem......

Hasn't Xu Xi been dead for more than twenty years?

Zhao Xin remembered that after Xu Xi's death, he also personally issued an edict to comfort his family, posthumously awarded the history of Dengzhou's assassination, and even made Xu Xi commemorate his portrait in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Can people be resurrected after death?

Immediately, an incredible thought appeared in Zhao Xin's mind.

He struggled desperately, trying to open his eyes and see the world.

Finally, he succeeded!

The eyes opened, the candlelight flickered in the eyes, and a beaded curtain hung down from the bed, dividing the world into two.

Zhao Xin's eyes looked forward slightly.

He saw his own hands, small, fleshy, white and tender.

He saw again the brocade quilt that covered him, which was needle-embroidered, not woven.

He also saw the painted wooden sill on the edge of the bed.

"This is ......" Zhao Xin's heart set off boundless waves, storms, and constantly slapped his three views.

"Unexpected, unexpected......"

"In addition to crossing over, I can be reborn!"

Everything in front of him and what he had just heard had been told to him unmistakably.

He returns to the beginning of everything, the beginning of the story, the beginning of his own tragedy.

Now, it is February of the first year of Song Qingxuan, this place is the imperial city of Bianjing, and he is the second son of the imperial Song official family, the prince of Shouguo, the envoy of the loyal army - a prince who was born with such a title, and is also the only surviving son of the emperor known as Song Renzong in later generations! A poor man who should have died early in history, but miraculously occupied the magpie's nest for a soul dove from the afterlife.

Looking back at the past life, it is like a dream.

And now again......

"I will never make the mistakes I have made again!"

"In this life, I should be Yao Shun!"

When Yao, there were ten days in the sky, there were six murders raging, and Emperor Yao killed them all, and then the Jedi Tiantong expelled the ghosts and gods from the world, so that the worldly returned to the world, and the gods returned to the gods!

When Shun, the flood was monstrous, and he wanted to destroy the world!

Emperor Shun, not seeking the sky, not seeking ghosts and gods, led the people to face the flood.

The first order was to control the water, but he couldn't do it for nine years, kill it, and then use Yu to control the water, and finally dredge the rivers and channel the terrible flood into the sea, so that Shenzhou was at peace.

So, the descendants sung and said: Yao's seal, Shun's soil...