The ninth year of Kaibao, the first day of December. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Snow falls and frost damage, winter is coming, everything is withering, Bianjing City also has no summer vigorous scene, except for some bitter haha still running outside to live, most of the rich and noble families are hiding at home to light a stove, to avoid the cold and cold, especially some literati and scholars to paint a picture of "Ninety-Nine Cold", even more interesting.

At this moment, in a huge mansion on Wangfu Street in Bianjing, a graceful and luxurious young man is carefully drawing a picture of plum blossoms.

"It's been half a month since my father died...."Looking at the half-drawn cold picture, the young man finally sighed softly, as if he remembered some sad past.

"Childe! Son! Just as the boy was losing his mind, suddenly a panicked shout of a housekeeper came from the front yard.

The young man frowned, Zhang Fu had always known that he liked to be quiet, why was he yelling so loudly today, the young man put the pen on the inkstone, put on the cloak on the chair, and walked towards the door.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw Zhang Fu sitting on the ground in the courtyard, and the ground was sprinkled with yellow, yellow, green and green pieces of paper at the moment, about a dozen or so.

"What is this? The young man bent down to pick it up, but the moment he saw the piece of paper, his whole body suddenly froze there as if struck by lightning.

It was a photo, this kind of thing Zhao Dezhao had seen in his father's harem, this photo was taken with a camera, his father loved this treasure very much during his lifetime, and took more than 100 photos in the harem, most of which he had seen, so Zhao Dezhao was also very familiar with this kind of photo.

But on this piece of paper, there is no scenery, no gorgeous clothes, only two people.

Two people I know best.

One is his father, and the other is his uncle Zhao Guangyi, the king of Jin.

The cruel thing is that in this photo, the corners of his uncle's mouth are hooked, and he smiles evilly, as if he has realized some conspiracy, while his father is sitting behind in a daze without knowing it.

In fact, his uncle was pouring a packet of white powder into the glass in his hand, and even a fool would not think that the white powder was a good thing.

"This ..... What is it! The boy asked the same question again, but this time, his tone was filled with anger and despair.

Although there has been criticism in the court, saying that the King of Jin plotted to kill the emperor, Zhao Dezhao has never believed it, in his impression, the private relationship between his father and uncle is very good, and he has always been a model of brother, friend and brother, but now, an extremely real photo has destroyed everything he once established!

His own uncle really poisoned his father!

The blood seemed to be unstoppable, hitting his head wave after wave, Zhao Dezhao felt that his eyes were already blood-red, at this moment, he just wanted to kill!

"Say! Where did this photo come from!! Zhao Dezhao almost shouted this sentence in a Sithic way, although his heart was about to explode, but his brain was calm at the moment as if it had fallen into the ice.

"Back... Back to the childe's words, the slave also didn't know, the only slave came to deliver Sydney pear soup to the child, but as soon as he entered the yard, he saw the pieces of paper scattered in the yard, and when he picked it up, he felt like the sky had fallen, and immediately shouted out to the child. The minion named Zhang Fu was already scared at the moment, but he still finished trembling.

"Prepare the carriage immediately, I'm going to find Zhao Guangyi, I want him to give me an explanation! What the hell was he pouring into that glass! "Zhao Dezhao is just a teenager, and he made a decision on the spur of the moment.

The housekeeper named Zhang Fu was wide-eyed at the moment, and he said angrily: "Son, don't be reckless!" If it was really Zhao Guangyi who murdered the first emperor, if you went to confront him, wouldn't it be a sheep's mouth! ”

With this reminder, Zhao Dezhao suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the hot blood that had just slapped his head receded like a tide.

If Zhao Guangyi really killed his father, then he went to find him, and he might really attack him.

Zhao Dezhao, who was drenched in cold sweat, was stunned for a full hour before he said to Zhang Fu: "Go and summon Lu Duoxun, the secretary of the military department, and say that I have something important to discuss with him." ”

His father has repeatedly said that Lu Duosun is a credible loyal minister in the court, and Lu Duosun has a lot of complaints about Taizong's superiority, so the first person Zhao Dezhao remembered to summon was this person.

"No!" Zhang Fu was about to go out to find someone, but he heard Zhao Dezhao say in a loud voice: Slow!

"What else does Childe command?" Zhang Fu didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere at the moment.

"Summon Lu Duosun secretly first, and then prepare a carriage, and then we will go directly to the Defen Mansion!" ....”

"No...."

Jiang Yin, who was standing on the beam of the house in the distance, saw this scene and smiled slightly, he had already prepared time for these two princes a few days in advance, and believed that they would start to circle the party in the palace in a short time. I just don't know if they can play Zhao Lao'er.

In the previous history of the Great Song Dynasty, these two brothers were played to death by Zhao Laoer, one was forced to go home and commit suicide with a sentence, and the other died violently at home inexplicably, and the way of death was also extremely miserable.

If they all help with this, and they are still handled by Zhao Lao Er's trick, Jiang Yin can only say that this fate is predetermined.

In short, the palace has been muddyed, and he not only sprinkled photos on the prince's mansion, but as long as the court and the central government were pro-princeling officials, no matter how big or small, Jiang Yin sprinkled photos on their mansion.

As for how things will develop later, Jiang Yin doesn't worry about it at all, let's fight, let's fight, it's good to fight you to the death, in front of the naked royal power, everyone tears off the mask of hypocrisy, let future generations see how bloody and perverted you are, and let the entire Great Song Dynasty be turbulent!

And Jiang Yin, the initiator of the turmoil, will continue to return to his Cangzhou base camp and start running the New Song Empire that belongs to him alone.

The weather has entered winter, and the time for the Tatars to harass is getting closer and closer, this will be the first time that Jiang Yin's modern army faces the Khitans, and Jiang Yin does not pay too much attention to the miraculous Khitan army uploaded by history, just because of that sentence: When mature thermal weapons first appeared on the battlefield, the era of cold weapons came to an end.

Indeed, after equipping the tank as a super cavalry killer, Jiang Yin didn't feel that in the time and space of the Great Song Dynasty, there was any country that could stop the expansion of his empire........