Standing on the top of the Banzai Mountain and looking around, to the west side is the rippling Taiye Pond, the dragon boat on the pond cruises, the small island in the center of the pond is also clearly visible, to the south and to the east are all Huanghuang Palace City, it is noon, the sun splashed above the high sky shines on the huge palace city is splendid, to the north is along several diagonal streets winding to the distant houses, Li Min is under the feet. Looking into the distance, you can also see the white tower on the tower mountain, hidden in the layers of gold and red maple forests.

To become an emperor, it seems that these are the things you have to see, the mountains and the water, the palace and the walls, and the people and the people.

What's further afield?

There are Chen Shouzhang who abandoned their fields and fled in order to avoid taxes, and there are pieces of land that are the cornerstones of the world, including the iron cavalry in the northwest, the Japanese in the south, and the vassal states in the east.

The palace and the imperial power are solemn and majestic, but these things are like this Banzai Mountain, it is very high, and you can see a very beautiful view, but it is not all.

It's never all.

Shen Shiqing raised her hand, but she didn't touch the Suzhu hairpin that had been with her for seven years, but only the Yishan crown that belonged to the emperor.

"Your Majesty didn't let us watch the horse team practice this year, and the minister is really a little unaccustomed to it." British Gong Yingsheng strode to His Majesty's side, "My little grandson has always wanted to see His Majesty practice Jinyiwei, this year I have brought the old minister to accompany him, and now I go to see people write poems, and the minister really can't understand it, I can't understand it." ”

Ying Sheng's hair is white, his eyes are still bright, and his tone when he speaks is quite a pity that he can't have fun, like an old man who is lucky not to have his family business.

Shen Shiqing knew that when he was young, he was the main battle faction in the northwest, and he had also led troops to repel a small group of Duqin people.

It's a pity that the third-generation British prince of the Dayong Dynasty was unlucky, and the first three generations of emperors he met were too enthusiastic or too unenthusiastic about fighting.

The overzealous royal driver failed in the expedition and was driven all the way back to Yanjing City, seemingly frightened, and died after a few years. This also led to the latter two emperors being too unenthusiastic about fighting, and the two departments of Duqin and Duerben invaded the northwest all the year round, and every few years they had to cross the Yinshan Mountain all the way to occupy the Hetao area, and once again even hit the city of Taiyuan.

After Ying Sheng was the founder of the country, several emperors attached great importance to the British government, and naturally did not dare to send him to the northwest, so they only let him garrison in the Liaodong area, and forcibly boiled a young man into an "old illiterate".

The old man who couldn't read poetry seemed to have lice on his body, and he was uncomfortable standing in front of the emperor:

"Your Majesty, why don't you find a few brocade guards to wrestle?"

Shen Shiqing shook his head with a smile:

"Don't worry, what's the point of practicing brocade guards in the palace, I want to go to the northwest to use some real knives and guns. A few days ago, I saw the military newspaper written by the old prince ten years ago, which was very old and spicy, and if it were not for the military newspaper of the British duke, the battle for the right guard of Jianzhou would not have been handled so smoothly. ”

During the decades when the British Gong Yingsheng guarded Liaodong, he used the strategy of "divide and rule" for the various departments north of Liaodong, and the Jianzhou Sanwei composed of the Yan people was constantly divided into different forces under his control, and they were constantly competing with each other, so they would not be like the northwestern departments could be condensed into one and then spy on the Central Plains.

Ten years ago, Jianzhou Right Guard Town Fu Tieermu family sat big, Ying Sheng wrote to the imperial court several times to support his younger brother, Tie Ermu died, his younger brother and his son fought for the post of Jianzhou Right Guard's Wei Sho Pacification, and did not hesitate to fight each other in order to fight for the Great Seal of the Wei Station. Ying Sheng intervened to mediate, and finally divided the forces of Tieermu, which almost occupied half of Jianzhou, into two.

Shen Shiqing analyzed the matter clearly according to the original military report and the twists, and had to admire the British public's methods.

Unfortunately, since Emperor Zhaode ascended the throne, he did not like such methods, and Tieermu's son did not like him, so he issued an edict to denigrate, and rewarded Tieermu's younger brother Tucha, who praised Emperor Zhaode's wisdom and martial arts every time he wrote a book, and the benefits were more and more. The British duke naturally didn't want the balance of the state that he had been operating for decades to be broken, but every time he talked about guarding against Emperor Zhaode, he felt that he was opposing his use of troops in the northwest, and over time, even this old prince was not treated by him.

In the past two years, Ying Sheng has become more and more like an old gentleman, rarely mentioning political affairs, and only talking about some military training and horse training that Emperor Zhaode is interested in, so he has gained some sacred heart again.

Everyone else thinks that Ying Sheng is old and began to be greedy for pleasure, but Shen Shiqing thinks that it is really admirable that he can still find a way to coax Emperor Zhaode at his age.

Hearing His Majesty praise his previous treatment of Liaodong, Ying Sheng was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Your Majesty, the children of our British Mansion were born to lie asleep in the military newspaper, but poetry and writing are ......."

"British duke, I said that I was going to the northwest, but you are not surprised at all."

was interrupted by the emperor, Ying Sheng laughed again: "Your Majesty's Sacred Heart, who doesn't know?" Don't talk about the old minister, even the birds flying over our heads know it. ”

"The Duqin Department in the far west must also know." Shen Shiqing said softly, "This year, Dayong's soldiers have been fighting all over the world, and the Duqin Department must be the same. If so, they can be like the right guard of Jianzhou back then......"

The young monarch laughed before he finished speaking.

Because a veteran's eyes lit up.

Like an old wolf who has been thirsting for blood for decades, his hair is no longer shiny, and his old bones have long been craggy, but he is still a wolf.

Ying Sheng didn't care about the loss of honor in front of the emperor, he looked at the young emperor in front of him, and suddenly there was blood surging in his heart, and he couldn't say a word.

Shen Shiqing still smiled, her smile was very light, and on the face of Emperor Zhaode, it was like a wisp of wind that tore through the autumn and winter, the spring breeze.

"The old man doesn't know poetry, so he can always write it, right?"

"That's, that's nature! Your Majesty! ”

Your Majesty is going to use him?

In the war against the northwest, His Majesty is going to use him?!!!!

Shen Shiqing couldn't even bear to look at his expression anymore, turned her head slightly, she looked at the sparkling Taiye Lake, the light on the lake was extremely dazzling.

"Go back and write an excerpt, and send it in yourself while your legs and feet can still move."

"Yes! Your Majesty! ”

The literary meeting under the pine forest is very lively, but there are not a few poems and articles that can make Li Congyuan's heart move, and it is rare that he can't find anyone the most.

Walking out with two jars of wine, Li Congyuan met the British Duke who was about to go down the mountain in a hurry.

I saw that the British male was as sharp as an old ape, and he wanted to jump after walking two steps, which frightened a few little eunuchs around him who were helping to serve almost jumped up together.

"What's the matter?" He asked Yang Zhai, who was also the secretary of the military department.

Yang Zhai shook his head, because of the hemorrhoids attack, he neither dared to drink nor walk, so he could only sit on the side of the road and drink tea dignifiedly, watching others talk and laugh, seeing that the British Duke was so out of shape, he sighed:

"Maybe Your Majesty has come up with some way to have fun, and the British Duke is busy going back to pay your Majesty's courtesy."

Li Congyuan didn't feel like it, he was about to say something, but he saw His Majesty standing on the top of the mountain through the crowd.

His Majesty seemed to see him too, and raised the cup in his hand to greet him slightly.

His Majesty, who was wearing a dragon robe in the midst of the heavy gold and emerald, stood in the wind, looking like a bright monarch, and Li Congyuan's heart was soft.

If the first prince hadn't died early, he would have been such a magnificent monarch.

"Brother Zilou." He addressed Yang Zhai by his name, "Your Majesty is very different from before, you and I can no longer speculate on the holy will as before." ”

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Climbing the mountain during the day and coming back from the mountain, Shen Shiqing went to ask the Queen Mother again, and the Queen Mother did not see "her son" as always.

Shen Shiqing was also happy to worry, and after dinner, he continued to sit under the lamp and watch the performance.

You don't have to look at the folds to say hello everywhere, and I found that a fold was signed Jiangxi Provincial Supervision Imperial History, Shen Shiqing flipped through a few pages and put it aside.

The superintendent of Jiangxi Province knows every day that he sings praises and praises virtue, as if Jiangxi is a blessed land in the world, and she wants to see the movements of King Yingjun from it, it is better to look at the twists and turns of officials in various places near Jiangxi, such as Zhejiang officials said that there have been displaced people from Guangxin Mansion and other places in Jiangxi recently.

Shen Shiqing put the book aside again.

"A chicken, send these two books to the Inspectorate, and ask Zuodu Yushi, the Jiangxi Provincial Inspector Yushi, if he has an eye disease, let him leave the official first and go home to recuperate. I remember that Yao Qian, the superintendent of the imperial history, had some backbone, and sent him to Jiangxi to find out about the displaced people. ”

"Yes, Emperor!"

A chicken put away the two books, and when he heard a louder sound outside, he whispered:

"Emperor, it's almost the second watch, let's rest, why don't you have some snacks?"

Shen Shiqing nodded and stood up from behind the bookcase.

"I want to take a bath, you go and have someone arrange it."

"Yes!"

Seeing a chicken retreating lightly, Shen Shiqing moved his neck and walked outside the hall with his feet raised.

It's obviously the ninth day of the new year, but the moon looks quite big.

She looked at the moon and remembered the appearance of the old man today.

"Emperor Zhaode, Zhao Surui, joy and anger can certainly make hundreds of officials tired and have no time to deal with it, and it will also chill the hearts of truly loyal people. Since the monarch thinks he is wise and powerful, he should know how to make good use of it, and he should take the merits of the good generals as his own, and he should also bear the responsibility of the defeated army, how can he only be good and not bad? Since he thinks he is the lord of the world, the suffering of the people is naturally the responsibility on his shoulders, how can he only pick the good ones and not the bad ones? ”

The "Emperor Zhaode" he really saw appeared in front of him, Shen Shiqing had to admit that he was much more lively than he thought, maybe when a man has no power to take people's lives and has a look that will not hurt people at all, it will make people fade away from the fear in their hearts. Anyway, for Shen Shiqing, her original fear and jealousy of the "emperor" himself faded a little because of the previous meeting.

Without those mental obstacles born of speculation and ignorance, Shen Shiqing found that he could see the "Emperor Zhaode" itself more clearly.

He is not a very bad emperor, and may never be called "Ming Jun", but he tried hard to find a way out when the Dayong Dynasty was gradually tired, but as a monarch, he was incompatible with the entire court, and he could only do what he wanted in the name of absurdity.

Of course, he can't be called a good guy either.

Li Congyuan's expectations, Ying Sheng's prayers, and the sorrows of the people in the world, he is not invisible, but he can not see it, because he is the emperor.

"The body is wasted, the character is wasted, and the brain is wasted...... Zhao Surui, Zhao Surui, you call me Shen Sanrui, then you were easily deceived by me, what should I call you? Zhao Dasha? ”

On the Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing, Zhao Surui's hands were burned.

He was originally eating taro, which was roasted in the small tandoor that Shen Sanji usually used to bake paint, and the small taro the size of his thumb was roasted with aroma, and he burned his hands as soon as he picked it up.

Because he heard someone call him "Zhao Dasha".

He heard someone say that it was easy to lie to him.

He looked around, but he saw no one.

"There are ghosts in this Zhuangzi?! Wrong! Shen Sanwaste! ”

Shen Shiqing stood in place, listening to Zhao Surui's thunderous voice in his mind.

"Shen Sanru! You deceive the king! Sure enough, you used the means to make you and me not change back! Shen Sanwaste! You are a bully! Zhu Jiu Clan! ”

Shen Shiqing was only surprised, but calmed down again.

She walked slowly to the Dongnuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, and said slowly in her heart:

"Your Majesty, from the moment the women woke up in the Chaohua Hall and were surrounded and shouted Your Majesty, the women had already deceived the king."

Zhao Surui stood up abruptly and almost kicked over the small tandoor where he roasted taro.

"Shen Sanru! I no longer care about your sin of deceit, and you will take revenge! ”

"Your Majesty, you really don't understand the problems between you and the people's women." Shen Shiqing slowly and methodically let people take off the dragon robe on their bodies, walked into the bathtub and began to bathe.

The more calm Shen Sanqu was, the more angry Zhao Surui became, if Shen Sanqu stood in front of him at this time, he could stab her to death on the spot!

This is a rebellion!

This is stealing power!

This is a rebellion!

He! The wise and martial Emperor Zhaode! was deceived by Shen Sanqu!

"Your Majesty." Shen Shiqing no longer pretended to be panicked, she smiled and said, "It's just an unexpected exchange, but I have committed the crime of defrauding the king, if you don't kill me, I want to thank you for your grace." ”

Looking at the sturdy body belonging to the man in the bathtub, Shen Shiqing spoke in a leisurely tone in her heart:

"Why should I change it back, you say?"