When Xiao Yu heard this, he was slightly surprised. It seems that the emperors of that dynasty believed that the strength of their country would be passed on forever, and they could not tolerate other people's opinions.

He said: "The little monk just talks about it with the truth, and he doesn't dare to say anything." If there is a wise man, he should prove himself, and the false words of flattery can only mislead the country. May I ask your majesty, from the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, have you ever seen a dynasty that has enjoyed the country for thousands of years?"

"Didn't the Zhou family have 800 years, didn't the Han Dynasty also have 400 years of the world?" Song Huizong's words made some fun of Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu heard that Huizong was a little strong, and said: "Amitabha, the eight hundred years of the Zhou Dynasty have actually declined by the time of the Western Zhou Dynasty and Zhou Youwang Ji Gong, and later the Eastern Zhou Dynasty has no longer become a centralized state. The Han Dynasty has declined in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and whether the so-called Western Han Dynasty is truly a royal bloodline inheritance is also a major controversy in history. Your Majesty should know. ”

When Song Huizong heard this, he looked at Xiao Yu, thinking that although this monk was young, he was also proficient in history, and after thinking about it, it was the same, why bother to be hypocritical with himself and cover up the truth. Since Xiao Yu can know the past and the future, it doesn't hurt to listen to it, and he doesn't blame Xiao Yu at the moment. said: "The widow is a little speechless, the master is not strange." ”

Xiao Yu heard that the emperor didn't blame him, and his heart was a little relieved. He also folded his hands: "Amitabha, it is rare for Your Majesty to listen to the little monk's nonsense, and how many emperors have been able to listen to the truth before? ”

Huizong laughed, and no longer blamed Xiao Yu, and said, "I want to hear the master talk about the future." ”

Xiao Yu sorted out his thoughts, and talked eloquently about the things after the Song Dynasty, and never said anything more when it came to the entry of the Qing Dynasty. Huizong of the Song Dynasty was surprised for a while, and he was fascinated for a while, Huizong was like listening to a story, and heard the wonderful saying that any dynasty in the later generations was not as prosperous as the Great Song Dynasty, and when the economy and commerce were developed, he couldn't help but be happy.

At noon, Huizong gave a banquet in the study. During the dinner between the two, Song Huizong asked some previous things to confirm, when asked about Zhao Kuangyin and his brother Zhao Guangyi's 'candlelight axe shadow', Xiao Yu thought to himself that this matter could not be wrong, this is a major matter related to orthodox inheritance, if there is a slight mistake Chi Longyan is angry, he will never be able to return to modern times.

"Your Majesty, at that time, Taizu did pass on the throne to Emperor Taizong according to his mother's words, which is the official history. The rumors spread by the outside world are extremely rude. Xiao Yu looked at Huizong's eyes and said.

Song Huizong's heart was suddenly happy, and the words of several generations of 'seizing the throne' were suddenly enlightened today, and his heart couldn't help but bloom.

By the way, Huizong took out Xiao Yu's mobile phone and asked, "Is this 'camera' really so rare?"

Xiao Yu stepped forward and took the mobile phone and fiddled with it, and by the way, he took a few photos of Huizong, and took a picture of him for Song Huizong to watch. Huizong was stunned by the miracle that happened in front of him, Xiao Yu introduced it with some modern technology words that Huizong didn't understand, seeing that the phone was about to run out of battery, he didn't expect Song Huizong to grab the phone in his hand, and looked at the phone a little greedily and said, "Can the master donate this thing to the widow?"

Xiao Yu was stunned, he had already reached this point, where did he dare not to give it, so he said: "Amitabha, it is really a blessing for a little monk to contribute this thing to Your Majesty." "But I secretly cursed in my heart, this emperor is simply a robber.

Song Huizong was in an extremely happy mood, and when he saw that Xiao Yu's face was a little unhappy, he said casually: "What does the master like here? ”

When Xiao Yu heard this, he was extremely excited in his heart, forcibly suppressed his ecstatic look, and quickly patted his chest with his hand to calm his mood.

Because when Song Huizong was writing, Xiao Yu saw a lot of porcelain on the table, which was the kind of official kiln boutique at first glance, and there was a brush-washed cyan glaze with jujube red glaze, which was the best of the best...

The things in the palace, even if they give Xiao Yutian the courage to go, he doesn't dare to 'follow' casually, hearing Huizong's words, it is like a peach blossom meeting a spring breeze in March, it is full of splendor.

Song Huizong looked at Xiao Yu's chest, and he didn't know what he meant, so he asked, "Why did the master hit himself?"

Xiao Yu felt a little out of shape, but he couldn't show his thoughts rashly when he wanted something, and hurriedly said: "Amitabha, when I heard His Majesty's reward, I was reckless for a while, and the little monk had already coveted His Majesty's Mobao, and I hope that Your Majesty can give ink to show the mind of the Great Song Emperor, and the little monk will go back to worship." ”

Song Huizong laughed, Xiao Yu's words hit his inflated heart.

Walking to the bookcase, I picked up the brush and thought about it, and wrote a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ji "Fengqiao Night Park", "The moon falls and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng fishes and fires to sleep, the Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, and the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship".

Huizong knew that Xiao Yu was a monk, so he wrote this poem with the sound of the bell of Hanshan Temple, and when it was time to settle the payment, Huizong asked Xiao Yu: "What is the name of the master?"

Xiao Yu was already shocked by Huizong's calligraphy in one go, and when he heard Huizong ask him his Dharma name, he replied in a panic: "The little monk's Dharma name is 'clear'." ”

Song Huizong smiled and said, "It's a good one." ”

In the place of payment, it was written, "The monk was given a monk, and the first year of the government and the first month was not monthd", and then the treasure seal was used.

Xiao Yu took it in his hand, and couldn't stop 'tsk' in his mouth, and kept praising the words out, and his eyes kept looking at the Jun kiln pen wash on the table...

Just when Xiao Yu's heart was itching like a cat's scratch, Huizong said: "A word is nothing, what reward does the master want?"

This sentence immediately made Xiao Yu almost happy with incontinence, and he was really sleepy and gave a pillow. I really want to kneel down and worship the Bodhisattva.

Feeling dizzy, Xiao Yu hurriedly held down his mind, thought for a while, and then said: "In the future, when I see Your Majesty's ink treasure, the little monk will often copy it, if you don't give it up, can this pen wash on Your Majesty's desk be given to the little monk together? ”

Huizong was stunned, the pen wash on the stage was an object he liked very much, but he had already said it just now, and there was a way that 'Jun Wu joke' was proposed by others, so he gave it away.

Song Huizong smiled and said, "The master wants to learn the handwriting of the widow, why should I be reluctant? ”

Xiao Yu was overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down and imitated the rhetoric in the play: "Thank you, Your Majesty for your favor." ”

Song Huizong asked the eunuch to pour out the water in the pen wash and wrap it, and said to the eunuch: "It is best to burn incense when writing, wrap the incense burner as well, I said that I would reward three pieces." ”

At this time, Xiao Yu was already a blank in his brain, but he didn't expect that all the objects he thought about day and night would be completed in one day, and he was given an incense burner, which was a daydream.

Stabilizing his trembling hands and feet, Xiao Yu secretly rejoiced in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel sorry for this emperor who was going to be taken captive by the Jin people to the north in a few years, and he was moved in his heart and almost said that in a few years, the Jin Kingdom Wushu would cross the Yellow River...

Song Huizong motioned for Xiao Yu to sit down and asked, "Is there anything else that the master can foreshadow the widow?"

Xiao Yu thought for a moment and said slowly: "Your Majesty... After more than ten years, we must prevent the invasion of the Jin Kingdom in the north..."

As soon as he said this, the eunuch outside came in and reported that Cai Jing, the imperial master, asked to see him.

As soon as Song Huizong heard this, he summoned him.

Xiao Yu was about to withdraw when he saw this, Cai Jing's request to see and talk about it must be a national event, and it was really inappropriate for a monk to be around, so he let Xiao Yu go back first, and then summoned him later.

Xiao Yu bowed and was about to withdraw, when he saw a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, it was a handwritten book of Huizong, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at it a few more times.

Song Huizong saw that Xiao Yu was interested in this painting of his own writing, and smiled slightly: "If the master likes this painting, can he give it to the master?" In Huizong's opinion, the mobile phone is the supreme treasure, what is it to take other people's things and send a few words.

When Xiao Yu heard that he was going to be rewarded again, he was excited again, and he forgot for a while and said, "The emperor... Your Majesty, don't give the Zen position in a few years..."

At the same time that Song Huizong was stunned when he heard this, the eunuch had already led Cai Jing to the door of the study to listen to the announcement.

As soon as Huizong waved his hand, he asked Xiao Yu to go back first, Xiao Yu was a little unwilling to say half a sentence, but the emperor had already issued an order to expel the guest.

There is no way to go to the door. At this time, Cai Jing had already stepped into the study and happened to take a look at Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu saw a middle-aged old man with a lofty instrument coming towards him, and the elegant and elegant expression of Fang Tai made Xiao Yu's heart tremble, could this be the traitor Cai Jing that people in history said?

In a trance, Xiao Yu was sent back to the temple in a carriage, and the eunuch who followed put a package on the table and withdrew.

Xiao Yu was still immersed in the scene just now, where does Cai Jing look like a traitor? Looking at his appearance, he is clearly an elegant and wise middle-aged and elderly man... Can such a character become a traitor? Is it really a traitor?

Really worried about the ancients, Xiao Yu slowly came back to his senses, and as soon as he saw the package, he stepped forward and opened it impatiently. Inside were two brocade boxes, a scroll and a piece of rice paper wrapped in satin.

Open the two brocade boxes, there is the Jun kiln pen wash inside, and there is also an azure incense burner, I don't know what kind of porcelain it is.

Then I opened the scroll, and it was the one that had just hung on the wall, and it was very finely framed. Of course, the painting written by Monk Ran was in the satin bag.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but have a good impression of Song Huizong, just this one brush wash made Xiao Yu fulfill his promise, not to mention three other things.

Looking at these things, Xiao Yu felt guilty again, thinking that if he didn't finish his words today, he should tell Emperor Huizong that in more than ten years, he and his son Song Qinzong would be taken captive by the people of the Jin State and taken to the city of the Five Kingdoms of the Jin State... Thinking of this, I was upset for a while, and I thought that it would not be too late to talk to him after the emperor summoned him in a few days.

Just wanted to take a nap, but suddenly a whim made him climb up. My mother, that mobile phone is about to run out of battery, once it runs out of power, will Song Huizong behead himself for the crime of bullying the monarch after he can't see anything?

Xiao Yu panicked again, what should I do now? I can't charge it here, and I can't put my head under someone's knife right now, right?

Seeing that the sun has gone west, run, if you don't run, you may die, the emperor has always been moody. Thinking of this, Xiao Yu summed up the experience of losing a calligraphy and painting last time when the package was not tight, so he rummaged through the cabinets to find a sturdy bag to put those things.

I couldn't find a suitable bag after rummaging around, and suddenly found a bag hanging on the wall. Xiao Yu immediately stepped forward to take off the bag and took a look, obediently God was really destined to help him. A large bag is made of cowhide, which is very strong, and this bag is generally stored by monks when they travel.

Xiao Yu opened the bag and carefully placed those things in, there was a knot in the mouth, and nothing could fall out after tying it, okay, when would you wait if you didn't run at this time?

Xiao Yu asked the temple supervisor for a carriage with his bag on his back, and the temple supervisor in the temple knew that he was quite favored by the emperor, so he didn't have anything to say, put on the car, and a novice drove out of the temple.

Out of the temple, Xiao Yu asked Shami to drive to the south gate, and when he came to the south gate of the city, the sun was already in the west. Xiao Yu got out of the car and sent Shami back, walking out the door alone.

Out of the south gate, Xiao Yu remembered that the place he came to was not far from here, and he should go straight to the south. After walking for about twenty minutes, I saw a place where the army had been stationed, and I thought to myself, maybe this is it.

It was not yet dark, so I had to wait quietly and patiently.