Zhao Gou entered the reincarnation channel in a daze, and he didn't know that the three of King Yama, Black and White Impermanence were willing to risk committing the great sin of heaven in order to make him start all over again. Now, Zhao Gou is confused and at a loss where he is. When he looked at him again, he saw a man about twenty-seven or eight years old. A pair of dark and deep eyes, glowing with charming color; The thick eyebrows, the tall nose, and the beautiful lip shape all show nobility and elegance.

Zhao Gou didn't cry or make trouble, he had just been born from his mother's womb, and came to a familiar and unfamiliar environment. Zhao Gou squinted his small eyes and looked this person up and down. I saw that the man was wearing a crown, a bright yellow robe embroidered with the pattern of the dragon of the sea, under the surging golden waves at the corner of the robe, the sleeves were carried high by the wind, the long eyebrows were slightly raised, the black jade-like pupils flashed with a warm brilliance, and the handsome face reflected the morning light, with the majesty of the gods and the innate nobility, the whole person emitted a kind of king air that shocked the world.

Looking at it again, Zhao Gou saw the joy on this person's face, completely from the joy of his heart, the beard at the corner of his mouth was like a dragon's beard, black and bright, and he thought clearly: "It turns out that he is the eighth emperor of the late Northern Song Dynasty, that is, my biological father - Zhao Ji." ”

Zhao Gou couldn't help but think of some deeds about Zhao Ji when he was studying history. As the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji ignored the government and politics, loved poetry, and created a calligraphy font called "thin gold body" by later generations.

"Song Huizong can do everything, but he can't be a king!"

This is the evaluation of Zhao Ji by later generations, which proves that Zhao Ji is indeed talented, but he did not use it in court politics, but applied it to literary and artistic talents. Zhao Gou looked at Zhao Ji carefully, with clear eyes, looking at him curiously. Zhao Gou saw indescribable joy in Zhao Ji's eyes, and felt the temperament of a literati and ink artist from him, and his frowning brows slowly relaxed, as if there was some indescribable distress in his heart.

"Could it be that the Song Huizong in history is really as said in history?" Zhao Gou couldn't help but think, looked at Zhao Ji again, and thought, "Why do I always feel that something is wrong?" If Zhao Ji is really as said in history, a plaything is demoralized, even if he wears a dragon robe, he doesn't look like an emperor, how can he reveal a majesty, is it true or false? ”

Zhao Ji, who was wearing a crown, looked at his son kindly, this is his ninth son. "Nine" is the extreme number among the numbers, and it is also a good sign. Zhao Gou stared at himself curiously, sometimes frowning like a little adult; After a while, like a child, I was full of curiosity.

From beginning to end, Zhao Gou never cried, just looked at Zhao Ji in disbelief. Zhao Ji was surprised, he was surprised, and thought: "This son is a little different from everyone else, frowning between his eyebrows, and he has never cried, nor has he been afraid of my momentum, as if he has seen something new." ”

The midwife, maid and others in the palace were stunned, looking at Zhao Ji and the infant prince in a daze, the two stared at each other with big eyes, small eyes and big eyes, looking at each other. Jieshu Wei, who had just given birth, was full of strength, pale, and wanted to open his eyes to look at his child, but finally opened his eyes, but saw such a scene, stunned like a wooden chicken.

Jieshu Wei said weakly: "Wang ...... Wang Ma ...... Child...... Why...... Don't cry? ”

The midwife Wang heard the weak voice of Wei Jie, suddenly came to her senses, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the little prince has never cried from beginning to end, I am afraid that the breath is not smooth, and there are filthy things in the air, I am afraid that the emperor's dragon body will be defiled, please rest for a while, and wait for the maid to slap the prince's buttocks, let him cry, and spit out the filthy things in his mouth." ”

Zhao Ji glanced at the midwife Wang lightly, Wang has been delivering babies in the palace for some years, and he is already familiar with this. Zhao Ji was not angry, and smiled: "No need! ”

Wei Jieshu, the Wang family and their maids were all stunned, thinking that Zhao Ji didn't like the little prince in his arms. At the beginning, Wei Jieshu gave birth to Lin'er, and Zhao Ji came in person as the emperor. When the child came to this world safely, Zhao Ji was the first to hold the child, which shows his heartfelt love for the child.

Now, Wei Jieshu's Lin'er didn't cry like before, and she didn't feel groggy either, especially when she saw Zhao Ji frowning and looking at the child in her arms, everyone was shocked. At the same time, the midwife Wang's words were to take over the prince from Zhao Ji's hands, so as not to anger Long Yan.

Everyone looked at Zhao Ji with wide eyes and nervous expressions, panicking in their hearts, for fear of offending him. Zhao Ji saw that everyone was nervous, and said with a slight smile: "Wang, you get up!" My prince doesn't need such worldly etiquette, this kid has learned to breathe, sometimes my prince doesn't cry, as it should be! ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they all looked at Zhao Gou in their arms curiously, and they all felt that the infant prince was very powerful. After all, as the emperor's Zhao Ji, there are dozens of concubines in the harem, and Wei's is just Jieshu, and he has not yet become a concubine, but he gave birth to a prince who makes Zhao Ji Longyan happy, and he can't help but be a little surprised.

Zhao Gou's biological mother is Wei, who was once the maid of Empress Zheng, and is a sister to Qiao, and married Jin Lan. Just because Qiao's was favored by Zhao Ji, his status rose, and Wei's was also accepted into the harem by Zhao Ji. Because she was pregnant with a dragon fetus, Webster was named Jieshu, which was considered a mother and a child.

Now, Webster gave birth to the prince, that is, Zhao Ji's ninth child, ranking ninth. The previous princes and princesses were all born under the witness of Zhao Ji, and they were also the first children he held himself. However, no one has ever made Zhao Ji feel happy from the bottom of his heart, this is the first time in his life, Zhao Ji personally recognized the prince, or Wei's born Lin'er.

Zhao Ji, who was holding the baby in his arms, walked to the bed; When Wei saw that the emperor walked to the bed in person, he couldn't help but feel a little excited, and he wanted to get up in fear. It's just that she just gave birth to the prince, and her body is very weak and can't get up. Zhao Ji said with some reproach: "Jieshu, you gave birth to Lin'er for me, this is a great achievement, I am very pleased!" ”

"Spread my will: Wei Jieshu gave birth to Lin'er for me, I love it very much, and I will be promoted to Wanrong on the same day, and I will be rewarded with 100 taels of gold, 10 pieces of jewelry, and 10 pieces of silk and satin."

Wei Shi was stunned and looked at Zhao Ji in disbelief. In the harem, there has never been a concubine who gave birth to a prince who would be rewarded like this, not only to improve her status a lot, but also to receive other rewards such as gold and jewelry. For a while, Webster was as stunned as a wooden chicken, and his bloodless face looked even paler, and he was at a loss.

The maid saw that Wei was stunned, and Zhao Ji also glanced at Wei Shi, who was as stunned as a wooden chicken. The maid hurriedly touched Wei Shi and whispered, "Wanrong Niangniang, Niangniang!" …… Hurry up! Pick it up! ……”

Wei came to his senses in a trance, burst into tears, and said weakly: "Concubine thank Lord Longen!" ”

"You're going to be alive and recuperating!" Zhao Ji soothed, took a deep look at the prince in his arms, and said with a smile: "You must serve Wei Zhaoyi well, as well as my prince, after I deal with politics, I will come to Zhaoyi Hall to see my prince." ”

Zhao Ji stood with his hands in his hands, walked with a tiger step, turned around and left with a ruddy face, and the eunuch beside him shouted with a sharp voice: "The emperor has moved back to the palace!" ”

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Everyone knelt on the ground and shouted.

Wei Shi looked at her son with wide eyes in her arms, she had a sense of pride in her heart, as a mother, she couldn't help but burst into tears, and there was some helplessness in her eyes, and a trace of melancholy, and whispered: "I really don't know if this matter is good or bad, alas! ……”

Zhao Gou was speechless, and his consciousness was very sober, especially when he and Zhao Ji looked at each other, he was not afraid, but let Wei Shi change from Jieshu to Wanrong, and suddenly the status in the harem was far apart, a full ten levels apart, and he also understood the worry in Wei's eyes.

Since ancient times, harem battles have been in the dark, especially when Wei was just a servant girl who was favored by Zhao Ji. From Chongning for five years, he was named the Junjun of Pingchang; In February of the first year of Daguan, he entered the talent and entered Jieyu in June. Not long after entering Weijieshu, she became Wanrong again because of her birth.

"It seems that my birth has disrupted the trajectory of history." Zhao Gou shook his head with a wry smile and sighed: "Since we started all over again, it is to change the trajectory of historical development, so what about a complete change, just to experience what kind of character Zhao Ji of Song Huizong is." ”

Even if he started all over again, Zhao Gou still couldn't change his status as a professor of history in the 21st century in his previous life, and he wanted to have a deeper understanding of Zhao Ji. After all, the first time Zhao Gou saw Zhao Ji, he was not as incompetent as the history books said, as for whether he attached importance to traitorous ministers, he could only verify it if he entered the Tang Dynasty or was old enough.