The seventeenth year of Jiading, late autumn, Lin'an City.

An autumn rain and a cold, especially the autumn rain mixed with the cold wind, made the hall even colder.

Dongbianmen, the prince's east palace, the sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, complement each other and complement each other.

"Those who love their relatives dare not be evil; Those who respect their relatives dare not be slow to others. Love and respect are all done to relatives, and morality is added to the people, and punishment is imposed on the four seas. The filial piety of the Son of Heaven is also ......"

Stopping to read, seeing Zhao Hong's attentive listening, Zhen Dexiu nodded with satisfaction.

Compared with before, this kid can be said to be heaven and earth, and his brain has really turned.

Hopefully, it's still too late.

"That's great, it's hard work!"

Zhao Hong said sincerely.

The envoy to Jin was in no danger, although he did not say goodbye and could not pay homage to the emperor's mausoleum, but there was no opposition from the court. After all, the country of tigers and wolves in the Jin country, the fire in Dutingyi is three hundred taels of silver here.

And Jin Guo also sent an envoy to apologize, saying that the fire in Dutingyi was an accident, and the original intention of Song Jin and the peace discussion remained unchanged.

"Your Highness, have you understood what the old minister said just now?"

Zhen Deok so looked at his disciple and asked with concern.

Sometimes he feels that Zhao Hong understands everything, and he can bypass the analogy. Sometimes I feel that he is empty-skinned, proficient in everything, and sparse in everything.

"True Gong, every day is "Analects", "Book of Filial Piety", "Book of Rites", "Shangshu", "Spring and Autumn", "Laozi", Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, you want to train me to become a literary and artistic master."

Zhao Hong put down the book, noncommittal, and laughed softly.

The attendants, attendants, Yishan and other officials and subordinates of the prince's East Palace are all Confucian scholars and doctors who have read the Four Books and Five Classics, and the artists they have educated are naturally artists who grew up in the deep palace.

Unfortunately, he didn't want that. Let him cultivate into a literary and artistic youth, it is more uncomfortable than killing him.

People, as long as they do what they like, do not need to be exhaustive, and do not need to perfunctory anyone.

"Your Highness, self-cultivation and family, and attainment will help the world, Your Highness must not give up study for a day. It is important to know that there is a principle of being a person and doing things and being clear and virtuous. ”

Zhende Xiu put on a straight face, and he was seriously instructing his unscrupulous people.

This guy, relying on himself to be the crown prince, is sometimes too blind and presumptuous.

He didn't know that Zhao Hong came from later generations, and there was no concept of high and low, although he had always been exposed to it, but the country was easy to change, and his nature was difficult to change, and his nature was still revealed from time to time.

"What about being full of poems and books, how splendid the articles are, when the Tatar 100,000 iron horsemen go south, they won't talk to you about benevolence, righteousness, morality, and psychology!"

Zhao Hong shook his head and said seriously.

Military affairs, economy and people's livelihood, I don't know anything. It is unrealistic to expect them to go to the martial arts, at most they are only the kings of the guard, and it is difficult to have the courage of blood.

The emperor is like this, let alone the people.

This is the world of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and the law of the jungle is prevalent, and it can only be a dead end.

Empty talk misleads the country, and hard work prospers the country, which is the king.

"Your Highness, a strong enemy is coming, only by being sensible can we protect our family and defend the country, and those who are proficient in utilitarianism will open the door to thieves and care about people's hearts. Let you read "The Book of Filial Piety" well, is to improve the relationship with Queen Yang. You have to understand that without Empress Yang's permission, even if you are already a prince, there are many obstacles between you. ”

Zhen Deok-so said dissatisfied, very dissatisfied in his heart.

He is a master of science, Zhao Hong said this, does he not give face to himself as a teacher, or does he say that he embroiders pillows?

"Don't worry, teacher, I understand, I understand!"

Zhao Hong said apologetically, and he was also serious.

Because of his proximity to Yang Yi, inexplicably, the relationship with Queen Yang Guizhi has also become a little harmonious.

Yes, just a little bit of harmony.

In order to avoid the early establishment of the crown prince in the Tang Dynasty, the princes fought each other, and the princes were all appointed before the emperor was about to die, which also became a rule. It is no wonder that Zhao Honggui was the prince in history and has not been made the crown prince.

And Zhao Kuo suddenly fell ill and died, so Zhao Hong had no chance to become the prince.

"Prince, it's good that you know. You must be cautious in your words and deeds, everything has been decided, and it is not too late to show your strength! ”

Jin Deok-so looked around and lowered his voice.

Compared with the situation that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty often gave the prince "supervising the country", the prince of the Song Dynasty had no power, and his daily routine was the four words "watching food and greeting peace". In addition to reading and studying, it is three times a day, greeting warmth and greeting the emperor.

The die is cast?

Zhao Hong shook his head slightly.

Even if he shows favor, who knows if Shi Miyuan will give up his madness? Will Yang Guizhi put aside prejudices?

Hope cannot be pinned on others. Only those who can control it can rest assured.

Now I just don't know, how long can his father last?

"There is a way, there are no two lords for the people, and there are no two kings for the country. The position of the prince is only to greet Anshi. The kings and princes only preach the scriptures and read history, and he has no precautions. If you talk about current affairs, you are talking about the father to the son, which the ancients called rude. Moreover, the position of the prime minister is really always a hundred things, and he is absolutely courteous to the officials. Moreover, under the crown prince's order as prime minister, it was customized by the Great Song Dynasty. Prince, bear with me. ”

Sure enough, Zhen Dexiu, a part-time teacher, slowly said it.

Oil and salt don't enter, he wants Zhao Hong to understand his responsibilities and situation.

In the Song Dynasty, the officials of the East Palace were either concurrently with other officials, or provincial or placed, which was very unfixed. There began to be guests from the prime minister and master, and the political and prince. The first place to read, waiter to speak, the prince's Zishan Hall also has Yishan and other officials.

Fortunately, he didn't let Shi Miyuan be his teacher, otherwise the joke would have been big.

"True father, you must know that this country is the country of Zhao and Song, not the country of the prime minister and the doctor. Zi said: Only the Son of Heaven is ordered by Heaven, and the scholar is ordered by the king. If today's son is subject to the scholars, is this putting the cart before the horse, a little absurd!? ”

Zhao Hong's words made Zhen Dexiu stunned for a moment, and then said:

"The ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty ruled the world together with the kings and scholars. How can the ancestral family law be changed? ”

"It's the ancestral family law again! Can kings and scholars be the same? In this case, simply the scholars and doctors are all kings, and everyone sits on an equal footing, isn't it happy and peaceful, and the country and the people are safe, do you still want the king to do it? ”

The king is weak and strong, and the scholar covers the sky with one hand, whose world is this world, the scholar or the king?

Zhen Dexiu was dumbfounded, and Zhao Hong continued to preach.

"Shi Miyuan can appoint such a feudal official, whose power is especially above the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and the emperor is like a puppet. Who is the emperor exactly? Who are the courtiers? The emperor was imprisoned by his courtiers within the high walls of the palace, and he waited for death. A courtier is so domineering, is he still a courtier? ”

Just like his "father" Zhao Kuo, his footprints are almost not out of the palace, and state affairs are basically decided by Shi Miyuan. Is such a Great Song official family an emperor? And where did you feel the authority of the emperor?

Official, the title really annoys him. One day, he must abolish this cowardly and selfish title.

"Your Royal Highness, Shi Miyuan's dictatorship, as both the prime minister and the privy envoy, has already undermined the rules of our dynasty. But not all scholars were his henchmen. The king and the scholars share the glory and disgrace, which is the foundation of governing the country. ”

Zhen Dexiu was surprised by the disciple's "out-of-line" and still insisted on his own point of view.

He vaguely felt that Zhao Hong's ideas were too unique and his personality was too strong, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to be swayed and controlled by others.

"True father, let's not talk about this today, just filial piety. You can read on, and I'll listen to you. ”

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence. A king can't be arbitrary, what kind of king is he!

After Zhen Dexiu finished the lecture, he left with a heavy heart, Zhao Hong looked at his back and shook his head gently.

Doctor Song Zhishi, there is a serious shortage of blood and qi. During the Three Kingdoms, Dong Zhuo was domineering, and there were still ministers who succeeded him, including Cao Mengde, etc., who continued to assassinate with blades.

On the other hand, now, none of the Manchu Dynasty scholars and doctors dared to assassinate the power minister Shi Miyuan, and his blood was gone, which is the proof.

And the king of the Song Dynasty, born in the high wall, grew up in the hands of women, since childhood to learn moral articles, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all of them are full of poetry and books of literary and artistic youth, the same is bloodless, fighting for the power of the monks, full of selfish thoughts, mouse eyes.

Look at the Mongolian army in the north, there is no harem minister's dictatorship, the soldiers have been warriors on horseback since childhood, and the generals are all battle-hardened warriors.

My Da Song has a lot of shortcomings, which is really worrying.

"Your Highness, Chen Qi, the shopkeeper of the Chen Bookstore in Muqinfang, has sent a selection of Tang poems just released from the bookstore, please take a look."

The new eunuch from the East Palace came up, holding a thin book of poems in his hand.

Zhao Hong took over the poetry collection, which turned out to be a twelve-page "Tang Girl Fish Mystery Poetry Collection".

Yu Xuanji is a female poet in the late Tang Dynasty, who was the concubine of the official Li Yi at the beginning, and Li's wife could not tolerate it, and became a female Taoist priest in Xianyiguan, Chang'an. and the writer Wen Tingyun are friends for the New Year, and they sing a lot of harmony. Later, he was executed for beating the maid Lu Qiao to death.

The fish is clever and talented, especially poetry. Together with Li Ye, Xue Tao, and Liu Caichun, she was known as the four major female poets of the Tang Dynasty, and they were also all the rage in the Song Dynasty.

It is easy to ask for priceless treasures, and it is rare to have a lover.

Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing east day and night.

The talent of this poetess is beyond doubt.

And the printing of this "Poetry Collection" is also of good quality and can be a good book.

Zhao Hong looked out the window, the rain had stopped, the wind had calmed down, and the birds were chirping in the branches again.

"Your Highness, this "Fish Mystery Poetry Collection" is much worse than your poetry collection! Each of your poems is a masterpiece that will last through the ages. There is a copy of the minion, which is read every day, and many of them are familiar. ”

Seeing Zhao Hong reading page by page, the little eunuch complimented Zhao Hong.

"Really? Then you memorize one and I'll listen to it! ”

Zhao Hong laughed, nodded and said.

I don't know if those authors in later generations will scold their ideas for plagiarism when they write lyrics and poems.

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads, west wind, thin horses......"

The little eunuch is not ambiguous, and his mouth is "Tianjingsha. Qiu Si", word for word, full of emotion, and has some talent for speech.

"Good, good!"

Zhao Hong nodded and asked kindly.

"You were sent by the official family, what's your name?"

This little eunuch has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, looks clever, and inexplicably makes people feel a little good.

"Your Royal Highness, the slave maid Dong Songchen, is seventeen years old this year, there are five parents and brothers in the family, the slave maid is the eldest son, and he entered the palace three years ago."

The little eunuch bowed his head and bowed his waist, and he was unusually obedient.

Zhao Hong nodded. In my impression, in the late Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Yun's close attendant was called Dong Songchen, who was good at greeting and won the favor of Song Lizong. I don't know if it's this person.

Song Chen, this name is enough to be tricky.

"Dong Songchen, do things well, Lone will not treat you badly."

Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Bad guys and good guys are not created by the times.

"Your Royal Highness, Gonggong Li asked me to tell you that the official family has been swallowing elixir a lot recently, and his body bones are getting worse and worse, and no one can persuade him. The imperial doctor said that the official family may not be able to hold out for a month or two. ”

Dong Songchen whispered, not forgetting to look around.

Zhao Hong nodded, and his heart was also helpless.

Since he became the crown prince, the rooster has crowed every day, and he greets him. Zhao Kuo's health is really getting worse and worse.

Composed of all kinds of toxic metals, this is an elixir, which is simply poison.

Zhao Hong was groaning, and Dong Songchen spoke.

"Shopkeeper Chen said that the "Jianghu Poetry Collection" will be published, so that His Royal Highness will have time to go and sit."

A collection of poems?

Zhao Hong nodded, and his heart was also interested.

Liu Kezhuang, Dai Gugu, Zeng Ji, he really wanted to go over and talk to these people and forget his own troubles.

"How is the imperial grandson?"

"Your Highness, the emperor and grandson have already slept."

Zhao Hong nodded and laughed awkwardly.

Emperor Sun Zhao Quan, this chubby little guy, is the predecessor of his body, and he is just a "stepfather" with a green head.

"Your Royal Highness, the emperor and grandson are very beautiful, very much like Your Highness. With Li guarding them, there will be no problem with the emperor and grandson! ”

Dong Songchen continued.

Zhao Hong sneered. If his son is not like himself, won't the green on his head be seen?

After entering the palace, it was not easy for Zhou Ping to enter. But he's on the outside, and he's more effective.

"Your Highness should be cautious, His Royal Highness is now the crown prince, one step away, beware of someone harming the emperor and grandson, which is not good for the prince."

Dong Songchen observed his words and looked at his expression, and spoke in a low voice.

"Dong Songchen, you are very smart, you must pay more attention to the movements in the palace in the future."

Zhao Hong nodded and looked at Dong Songchen with appreciation.

It seems that his situation is still worrying, and even this little eunuch is clear.

Now the guards in the palace, in addition to the old people when he was the Duke of Jiguo, there are also some family members of the Zhou Mansion who have been added as subordinates, all of whom are carefully selected by Zhou Ping, and there are more than 20 people in total.

There are more people, and the guards of the Prince's East Palace have been strengthened a lot, and he is also relieved.

But even so, with the increase in guards and the fact that he is the crown prince, he has a stronger sense of crisis and urgency.

Eyes swept to the poetry collection, Zhao Hong picked it up, he looked out the window, the rain had stopped, and the sun climbed out instead.

"Dong Songchen, you and Li Tang take good care of the Imperial Palace. I've got something to go out for! ”

"Father" is seriously ill, will Shi Miyuan set up another Zhao Guicheng like in history? Will Yang Guizhi and Shi Miyuan join forces to depose themselves?

The pressure in Zhao Hong's heart is invisibly Zhongshan.