Zichen Palace.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! Zhao Ji let out a howl like a slaughtered pig.

The miserable cry, along with the drizzle of more than three days, came out of the Inner Palace, which seemed to shake the entire Great Song Dynasty and the heavens.

With a miserable cry, spring thunder sounded outside, and the spring rain continued to fall even more.

In front of the hall knelt and knelt four ruling ministers - Shangshu Zuo servant Zeng Gongliang, privy envoy Fu Bi, Governor Tang Jie, Zhao Bian, and Hanlin scholar Wang Anshi and Yushi Sima Guang, who also knelt beside him.

The people began to panic and become overwhelmed.

Just now, the emperor was still holding a scroll and smashing it in Fu Bi's face, why did he hold his head and howl in a blink of an eye?

Only the waiter Huangmen Li Xiang'an was shouting at the throat of the male duck.

"Imperial Doctor. Physician. Call the Imperial Doctor. ”

Li Xiang'an held the dust whisk in one hand and spread his arms, wanting to help the emperor up.

The Emperor held his head in his hands and rolled on the ground incessantly, leaving him at a loss for what to do.

After a while, several inner palace attendants hurriedly ran into the Zichen Palace, and an imperial doctor with a medicine box on his back followed behind.

The head of the inner palace desperately held down the emperor, and the imperial doctor took out a silver needle and stabbed it at the emperor's neck, and the howling stopped abruptly.

Just as the imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the emperor began to foam at the mouth again and convulsed all over.

"Hurry up and go back to the Funing Temple!" The Imperial Physician said in trepidation.

If anything goes wrong with the emperor, then he can only wait for the vegetable market.

The emperor was carried down, and several ministers followed him to the Funing Palace.

The door of the Funing Hall was closed, and several ministers were waiting outside the hall, and their hearts began to panic, especially Wang Anshi.

Emperor Zhao Ji, then twenty-two years old, was the son of Zhao Shu of Song Yingzong. His face was delicate, and his eyebrows were full of heroism. But wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, it slightly showed the sadness and exhaustion of the young emperor.

Has Da Song really entered an eventful season? In the first month of the previous year (1067), Yingzong died, and Zhao Ji succeeded to the throne, with great ambitions, working hard, "thinking about the shortcomings of the past generations, and revitalizing extraordinary achievements", determined to innovate, in order to change the situation of poverty and weakness in the country in the past 30 years.

After two years of painstaking preparation, he decided to persuade the central ministers who resisted and opposed the change of law one last time. No matter what the result is, he will use Wang Anshi to participate in political affairs and strictly change the law.

At this important moment of the showdown between the monarch and the minister, such a thing happened!

The emperor suddenly fell ill, which made the situation even more chaotic.

Even those ministers who opposed Zhao had to pray for the emperor. There were two great funerals in the sixth year of the Great Song Dynasty, and the treasury was empty, and it could no longer be tossed.

The Queen Mother and the Mother of the Virgin both hurried over, followed by Zhao Hao, the king of Chang, and a group of small yellow gates.

Several ministers knelt down to ask for peace.

"Don't slack off in major affairs of the court, let's go down first!"

After speaking, without waiting for a reply, the Virgin Mother walked in with the Queen Mother and King Chang.

King Chang has reached the age of going out to become a vassal, but he still lives in the inner court. Many ministers have written about this matter, and a lot of trouble has happened.

For this reason, several ministers did not dare to leave, and they were uneasy in their hearts, if the emperor had anything to do, once the king of Chang usurped the throne, then they, the ministers who had the merit of supporting Zhao Ji, would have no good fruit to eat.

Entering the Funing Palace, the imperial doctor was pricking Zhao Ji with a needle, and the queen was full of tears, but he didn't dare to cry.

"How's the official?" Our Lady asked.

"The saint is angry, overworked, and his body is very weak, if he can take care of it, it should be fine." The Imperial Physician bowed and said.

Seeing the emperor lying on the dragon bed, with silver needles on his back, the two palace maidens felt bad in their hearts.

"The emperor of the official family deserves to be bitter!" The two palace mothers said silently in their hearts.

"If I become emperor, will it be the same?" King Chang also meditated in his heart.

However, what they don't know is that this Zhao Ji is no longer the other Zhao Ji.

The real Zhao Ji doesn't know where to go, the soul loaded in this body is already Zhao Rui from the twenty-first century.

Zhao Rui, Chinese New Year's Eve was thirty-three years old. Originally an orphan, he grew up in a child welfare home.

At the age of 20, he graduated from the Department of History of Wuhan University, and later abandoned literature and martial arts.

At the age of twenty-five, he was already a squad leader, and he was selected to join the special forces. He won many honors in the military competition, and was famous for his hard qigong.

Later, he made meritorious contributions in the implementation of many tasks such as anti-terrorism and anti-narcotics, and was promoted one after another, becoming the youngest colonel.

In the past year or three, he organized a team to crack down on drug lords in the black triangle on the Sino-Burmese border. Unexpectedly, his comrades-in-arms rebelled against the enemy, fell into the encirclement, and died of drinking bullets.

He had absolute faith in the country, and he never thought that his comrades-in-arms would betray the enemy, and when he was annoyed by his negligence, he fell under the guns of his comrades-in-arms.

At this time, Zhao Rui couldn't tell who he was. Because he still has Zhao Ji's memories, emotions and ideals in his soul. One mind merges two memories and emotions, no matter who it is, it is inevitable that he will die of schizophrenia, and he is strong-willed and survives.

When he learned in Zhao Ji's memory that he was already the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Rui's heart was suddenly overwhelmed. Crossed? He was a Marxist, a staunch national fighter. He never believed in such a ridiculous crossing.

The imperial doctor pulled out the silver needles one by one, turned around to the queen for Zhao Ji, and covered the bedding. Our Lady asked Empress Xiang to take good care of the official family, so she ordered everyone to withdraw from the palace and let the emperor have a good rest.

Our Lady went out of the temple gate, and saw that the ministers outside not only did not leave, but also increased, and even the guards stood in two rows.

"What? Prevent coup d'état? The Virgin was displeased, but she did not dare to rebuke her directly. He left without saying a word. The Queen Mother watched the Mother of God go away, and also beckoned King Chang to leave.

The ministers did not pay any attention to the two palace maidens, but surrounded the imperial doctor.

"A few ministers can rest assured that the saint is fine, and he will recover in a few months. It's just that you can't let the saint get angry in the future. After the imperial doctor finished speaking, he entered the side hall and waited for the summons at any time.

"Let's get to our roots!" Zeng Gongliang was the prime minister, and then arranged. glanced at Wang Anshi again, snorted, and walked away.

The crowd dispersed, and the Funing Hall fell silent.

Zhao Rui struggled to sit up, looking at his surroundings with Zhao Ji's memory.

Gorgeous ancient palaces, only seen when visiting the Forbidden City. Sandalwood lingers and makes people feel refreshed. Look at the futon again, the quilt cover is a layer of brocade cloth netted with silk, I don't know if it is cotton inside, it is very soft.

"It seems that I can only do Zhao Ji." Zhao Rui sighed and lay down again.

As a human being in two lives, we cannot make the mistakes of the next generation. In the past, I was a special soldier, and when I made a mistake, I sacrificed myself at most, and I couldn't complete the task. But now that he is the emperor, if he makes another mistake, the whole country will face a crisis.

Zhao Rui, no, it should be Zhao Ji now. Constantly reflecting on myself.

Belief in the country is where the will lies, whether it is China in later generations or the current Great Song Dynasty. Zhao Ji is thinking about what to do? How is it arranged?

The Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin Dynasty, the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Mongols, and China, which was about to enter modern times, turned backwards, resulting in the weakening of Chinese civilization. This is almost the consensus of later generations.

The will of a strong China will not allow these things to happen again!

There is always a reason for perdition, and the biggest reason is bloody annihilation!

Bloody annihilation, comfortable decay. A group of scholars and doctors who took the world as their own responsibility came to the forefront, trying to innovate and cheer up.

However, the shadow of defeat has made them now the opposition.

Those central ministers are all pillars of the country, but the cruelty of reality makes them powerless, so they can only do their best to tinker with this dynasty that is about to collapse.

The central ministers were not opposed to the change of the law, but they were unwilling to be radical, and the failure of the Qingli New Deal made them chill.

Although at present, they still adhere to the ten reform proposals centered on rectifying the rule of officials, such as "deposing the Emperor in the Ming Dynasty, suppressing luck, refining tribute, selecting officials, equalizing public fields, enriching agriculture and mulberry, repairing military equipment, reducing forced labor, Qin Enxin, and re-ordering officials," but they are much slower, like a turtle strolling.

When the Northern Song Dynasty arrives today, what is needed is a violent storm to sweep away the gloom of the past. No wonder Zhao Ji is increasingly disgusted with their conservatism!

Zhao Ji turned out the memories of the original Zhao Ji, and kept clearing his thoughts.

When he was in college in later life, he also wrote a paper on Wang Anshi's reform, pointing out the reasons for the failure of Wang Anshi's reform. But it didn't say how to succeed.

In hindsight, everyone in the world can do it. However, it is really immersive, but it feels powerless. How can Wang Anshi's reform be successful?

Let you be Wang Anshi, let you be Zhao Ji of Song Shenzong, how can you make the Great Song Dynasty strong? When recalling the comments of later generations accusing "Song Shenzong of engaging in dictatorship under the banner of law change, and Wang Anshi engaging in looting under the banner of law change", Zhao Ji smiled bitterly in his heart.

Clear the way for Wang Anshi's changes, or use Sima Guang's strategy to move forward slowly? Zhao Ji was confused.

The final failure of Wang Anshi's reform and Sima Guang's decision to abolish the new law made Zhao Ji dare not trust the two.

"We can't make the mistakes of the Hereafter!" Zhao Ji kept warning himself in his heart.

However, the comments of later generations were overwhelming, but no one came up with a specific strategy to change the Song Dynasty. Zhao Ji himself has no choice. Who exactly is it used? Wang Anshi? Sima Guang? Or Su Shi?

The treasury of the Great Song Dynasty was empty, the country was increasingly difficult, and the voice of changing the law resounded throughout the government and the opposition. These three people became famous all over the world because they came up with specific measures to change the law. It's just that the concepts of these three people are very different. The most powerful is Wang Anshi, followed by Sima Guang, but Su Shi, who can't stand up for himself, can't like the two of them for the rest of his life, and he is displaced.

After finding out Sima Guang and Su Shi's method change strategy from the memory of the previous Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji began to ponder.

Even ugly things have their shining side. Insisting on duplicity and contradiction and unity is the inertia of a Marxist's thinking.

"For today's plan, if you want to promote the virtuous and handsome, accept the appointment according to the material, and raise a hundred positions, you will be rewarded for your merits, and you will be punished for your crimes, so as to repair the government. Choose the superintendent, clarify the order, reassure the people, eliminate floating expenses, eat and drink, and eat the warehouse. Inquire about wisdom, test martial bravery, and select generals. Affirm the class, kill the enemy, and establish military law. The material is simple and sharp, and he will go to the old man to train the soldiers. The whole is sharp, changing the bitter hole, and refining the equipment. Rejuvenation summer, take sand melons, flat thistles, harvest Weishuo, all indispensable. ”

Zhao Ji muttered Sima Guang's "Emperor Shu" in his mouth, and fell asleep in a daze.

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