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Zhao Kuangyin's bamboo board fell on Zhao Ji's body unexpectedly, and while fighting, Zhao Kuangyin scolded at the same time.

"Damn, I've never seen a person as wasteful as you in my life, I'm fucking letting you work hard every day, run to paint for Lao Tzu, I'll let you paint again, and you can't fucking draw!"

"Bang," the bamboo board hit Zhao Ji's body hard.

"I let you know how to eat, drink and have fun every day, and I let you build a lot of construction and waste money and money!"

"Bang bang bang." The more violent bamboo board beat Zhao Ji to the ground.

"I specially let you listen to the slanderous ministers, and demolish the city wall carefully designed by Lao Tzu for me, if you don't demolish the city designed by Lao Tzu, Jin Bing will not be able to enter Bianjing in this life!"

"Bang bang." Zhao Ji's face was blue and purple, and the red bamboo plate marks remained on his face.

Listening to Zhao Kuangyin's words, Huang Xiaowei suddenly remembered what was going on.

I think that Bianjing City is located in the middle of the world, a horse and a flat river, there is no danger of mountains and rivers, and it is not like Chang'an, where there are Wuguantong Pass and other pass defenses, it is simply empty and standing somewhere, waiting for people to fight.

That is to say, Caoyun is a little more convenient, but this cannot change the fact that Bianjing City is not in danger.

As the founding emperor of the Great Song Dynasty who fought all his life, Zhao Kuangyin discovered this very early, so after he racked his brains, he finally came up with a clever plan on how to make Bianjing safe and sound.

When Zhao Kuangyin was still alive, he personally drew drawings by hand, greatly designed and modified the outer city of Bianjing, demolished the previous mouth-shaped city wall, and rebuilt the outer city.

After the reconstruction is completed, the twists and turns, the twists and turns, the longitudinal and oblique, like a labyrinthine outer city, ordinary people can't understand it at all, only some formation masters and famous generals can see Zhao Kuangyin's true intentions, and after understanding, everyone admires Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Kuangyin believes that since Bianjing City does not have the danger of mountains and rivers passes, it relies on thick city walls and the defense of the most elite heavy armor soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, which is no worse than the mountains and rivers passes.

And he himself, including all the famous generals at that time, also believed that if there was no accident, the recently built Bianjing City would definitely ensure the peace of the Great Song Dynasty for a hundred years.

But it's a pity, during the Song Huizong period, an old comrade named Cai Jing came to power, relying on the favor of Song Huizong, Cai Jing, who had been unhappy for a long time after seeing the chaotic outer city, directly waved his hand.

"Tear it down, tear it down, what is this building!"

So a city wall that could defend the peace of the Great Song Dynasty for a hundred years, and the city wall that was like a formation disappeared.

Instead of it, the most common type of mouth wall is much more neat, but ......

Back then, the golden vulture hit outside Bianjing City, and after seeing the appearance of Bianjing City from afar, he was happy at that time.

I thought that this Great Song Dynasty was really a group of fools, and built the capital in a place where there was no danger to defend, but the city wall itself was no different from the city of that kind of state and county, nothing else, attack, and teach those ignorant Song people a good lesson.

With this traitorous minister, how can the Northern Song Dynasty not die.

At the moment, it is obvious that after Zhao Kuangyin mentioned the glorious history of Comrade Zhao Ji, he was even more angry, and the bamboo board in his hand also increased his strength.

"Lao Tzu asked you to go and give me what Taoism to believe, and I don't believe it or not! He actually called himself the Emperor of Daojun with the face of a face, ahh ”

Zhao Kuangyin spat a mouthful, and hit Song Huizong's body again, scolding and scolding: "Little bastard, grandpa has to smoke you to death today, bastard, you don't sleep for enough days with the three thousand beauties in the harem, you dare to go out and give me ***, you kid is not afraid of getting sick with flowers!" ”

Zhao Ji, who couldn't stand being beaten by Zhao Kuangyin, couldn't help crying: "Why do you keep targeting me alone, I'm fifty-five years old this year, so you can't save me some face." ”

What Zhao Ji said is indeed right, he is fifty-five years old this year, and he was beaten up by a person who is six years younger than himself, in front of the public, in front of so many people, who can hang on his face, not to mention that Comrade Zhao Ji was an emperor before, and ....... A fifty-five-year-old man was called a little bastard, who can stand this.

When Zhao Kuangyin heard that Zhao Ji actually dared to quibble, he didn't say a word, and slapped a board on Zhao Ji's buttocks, "You kid is still reasonable, right, what's wrong with being fifty-five years old, even if you are a hundred years old this year, Lao Tzu will not be wrong!" ”

"Bang bang bang." Poor Song Huizong, who was beaten by Zhao Kuangyin, couldn't even see the human appearance.

"Let you lose the country, let you be a faint king, say, will you dare in the future!" Zhao Kuangyin was a little tired after playing for so long, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat on the chair that Zhao Guangyi had moved for him, and shouted at Zhao Ji while fanning the wind with a bamboo board.

Zhao Ji wiped his nosebleed, an old face is called a bloody Hulila at the moment, if you take off his dragon robe, you can see his body full of injuries.

Zhao Ji, who is in his fifties, cried like a little daughter-in-law, and actually dared to defend himself, thinking that he was also a little angry when he was beaten by Zhao Kuangyin, and he himself had a good reason.

Zhao Ji sat on the ground, pointed at Zhao Kuangyin, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing beating me all the time, what can you do if you beat me to death, the trouble of Jingkang will disappear from history, then you can kill me, anyway, Lao Tzu doesn't want to live." ”

"Hey, you kid still dare to talk to Lao Tzu, don't you!" Zhao Kuangyin rolled up his sleeves, and two more boards hit Zhao Ji's back, it seems that although Zhao Kuangyin was angry, at least he still didn't kill him, because if Zhao Kuangyin really beat him to death, Song Huizong, who was an emperor in the first half of his life and a prisoner in the second half of his life, would have been killed by him.

Zhao Kuangyin pointed at Zhao Ji's nose and scolded: "Who are you two with here, you little bastard, you still dare to claim to be Lao Tzu, damn, I have to kill you!" Zhao Kuangyin simply threw away the bamboo board in his hand, and a big slap was slapped on Zhao Ji's face.

Zhao Ji touched his red and swollen cheeks, and complained loudly: "I am a prince, and I will not be the emperor, can you blame me for this kind of thing, why don't you say that the imperial brother died early, if he didn't die so early, would the Great Song Dynasty be destroyed in my hands!" ”

"Little bastard, do you dare to ......." Zhao Kuangyin originally wanted to reward Zhao Ji for a few mouths, but his hands were raised, and Zhao Ji also covered his cheeks in panic and looked at his grandfather, he regretted it now, why did he say so much nonsense, didn't it make it clear that he wanted Zhao Kuangyin to beat him to death.

But this time, Zhao Kuangyin's big hand did not fall on Zhao Ji's face, but let it go, his eyes dimmed, and he sighed lightly.

Because Zhao Ji is right, he is not a person who is an emperor, if his brother Song Zhezong didn't die so early, he is destined to be an idle prince in his life.

In the Great Song Dynasty, the royal family's precautions against the clan are very deep, and they can only stay in Bianjing City on weekdays, and they are not even allowed to take a step out of the city gate, Song Zhezong has learned how to govern the world since he was a child, so he is a good emperor, but what about Zhao Ji?

Poetry, calligraphy and painting, dancing and writing, fishing and teasing birds, as long as it is not linked to political affairs, there is nothing he will not, to put it bluntly, Zhao Ji is a natural bastard prince who eats and waits for death, drinks tea and walks birds, and flirts with women from good families.

This was a very normal thing back then, if the prince was so concerned about national affairs and actively studied to deal with government affairs, wouldn't this be looking for a ruined door.

But bad luck is bad luck here, who would have thought that Song Zhezong would die so early, and he didn't even have a child, in this case, if he didn't pass the throne to Zhao Ji, the loser, could it be passed on to a minister who would govern the world? It was completely a calf, and Zhao Ji at that time could be said to have been dragged and pressed on the dragon chair.

Yesterday I was painting at home, but today I am the emperor...... Zhao Ji was also very confused at first, and then there was a panic, governing the country? To be an emperor? What's that, is it delicious?!

So Zhao Ji didn't know how to deal with government affairs at all, although he also learned later...... But do you think he spends a lot of time painting every day, or does he spend a lot of time learning how to handle government affairs?

Afterward...... Zhao Ji, who came to power, first pretended to be a good emperor for more than a year, such as investigating corrupt officials and giving welfare to the people, which is the rhythm of the three fires when new officials take office.

When the three fires burned almost the same, his true nature was immediately revealed, he should play every day, he should eat, he should go to the kiln to visit the kiln, and he lived as chic as he wanted, and he was completely immersed in the happiness brought to him by power, but he did not fulfill the obligations that he had to fulfill to have power.

Since the day Zhao Ji ascended the throne, the Northern Song Dynasty has long been doomed.

........

It's a pity, not to mention Zhao Ji's character and ability to govern the country, his artistic talent alone is very awesome, leaving a lot of precious cultural heritage to future generations.

This old man, painting, painting well, writing beautifully, and also created a style of writing, called thin gold body, I have to say, if Zhao Ji is put to the present, at least he must be a domestic first-class painting master, but it's a pity....... Born in the royal family.

Zhao Ji, who was lying on the ground, looked at the somewhat complicated look on Zhao Kuangyin's face, and asked tremblingly, "Don't fight?" ”

As soon as Zhao Kuangyin heard this, he immediately raised his hand, so frightened that Zhao Ji hurriedly closed his eyes, fortunately, at this time, Song Zhezong was Zhao Ji's brother, Zhao Xu hurriedly knelt in front of Zhao Kuangyin and said: "Taizu, the Great Song Dynasty perished, I am also at fault in this matter, if you are punished, even me." ”

Song Qinzong, a son who is one year older than Zhao Ji, also hurriedly knelt in front of Zhao Kuangyin and said: "Grandpa Taizu, don't beat your father, my father doesn't want the Great Song Dynasty to perish, if you want to say that there is a mistake, this Great Song Dynasty also died in my hands, you still beat me." ”

Zhao Kuangyin glared at Song Qinzong, "What are you anxious about, do you think Lao Tzu will forget you!" ”

Song Qinzong really wants to give his mouth, make you cheap, make you cheap, and say something for that pit son's goods!

--------------------------- dividing line, Zhao Ji ...... Anyway, it's quite inadequate.

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