In the palatial bedroom, several young palace maids stood quietly with their hands down, and a middle-aged man with a white face and beard and a eunuch was standing on the bed with a sad face, looking at the young man lying on the bed with a sick face from time to time.

The young man's face was very pale, his eyes were half-closed, and from time to time there were a few inexplicable dreams, such as "dreaming", "crossing", etc., and there were some other dream words, but the middle-aged man couldn't understand the meaning of those words at all.

After about two hours, the young man never came to his senses, and the maid in the room kept standing and did not dare to make a sound. The middle-aged man listened for a while, heard a relatively clear syllable, and then commanded in a low voice: "The prince wants to drink water, quickly fetch ginseng soup." ”

Hearing the order, a maid under the corridor hurriedly turned around and walked out, but because she had stood for too long, her feet were a little paralyzed, and when she moved, the soles of her feet fell to the ground and knocked down a chair.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and was about to scold, but when he saw the young man on the bed sitting up with his eyes open, he immediately smiled and whispered: "God bless, Lord Wang, you have finally woken up!"

Although the young man came to his senses, his eyes were full of doubts, and he turned to the middle-aged man and asked, "Where is this? Who am I?"

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Time flies, and before I know it, I have traveled to this world for more than half a month, and Zhao Ji has gradually become accustomed to life in this world, but it is still difficult to accept his new identity emotionally.

But those who oppose history and have a little understanding will know who the person "Zhao Ji" is, that is, the king of the Northern Song Dynasty who "can do everything, but cannot be the king" and "Fengheng Yuda", Zhao Ji of Song Huizong. Of course, strictly speaking, he is not the king of the fallen country, and after the great country and the disaster are almost over, the Jin soldiers went south to attack Bianliang, Tokyo, and he gave way to his son Emperor Qinzong. But it was difficult for him to die well, and in the end, the father and son were taken away by the Jin people together, and only half of the good country was left.

For a soul from later generations, it is really emotionally difficult to accept that he has become the number one son of Song Huizong Zhao Ji, the number one son of the heavenly character and a national sinner. But the wood is already in the boat, except to accept fate, Zhao Ji really has no room to resist, unless he wipes his neck and dies again.

The only good news is that Zhao Ji is only sixteen years old this year, and he has not succeeded to the throne as the emperor, but has only been named the king of Duan. In other words, it is still nearly thirty years away from the shame of Jingkang, the tragic song of civilization, and the Jurchen tribe, which broke through half of the Great Song Dynasty, has not even been unified and is still suffering from the oppression of the Liao State in the north. In other words, there is still a chance to turn around!

After perceiving this, Zhao Ji's mood couldn't help but be agitated. The Great Song Dynasty was the richest and most civilized dynasty in history, and the Han dynasty reached its peak in this era. At the same time, this is also an era of many disasters and difficulties, the innate lack of the country and the national policy of emphasizing literature and suppressing military force, throughout the two Song Dynasty, has always been in a situation of wolves. In the battle of Yashan, 100,000 people died in the sea, so that some people shouted "After Yashan, there is no China". The death of the Great Song Dynasty was not just a change of dynasty, but also the demise of the world's most advanced civilization at that time! This was not just a simple national complex, but a tragedy that every person who longed for civilization sighed about.

If you have traveled to this era when the Great Song Dynasty has changed from prosperity to decline, do you have to sit back and watch the tragedy unfold one by one in the established order? This is absolutely not possible!

Zhao Ji felt that he should do something to live up to his time in this era. Although this era is very different from the Great Song Dynasty recorded in the history books of later generations in many details, even if it is a completely irrelevant time and space, as long as there is a Great Song Dynasty, he must protect it wholeheartedly!

However, during the time when he was closed, the arrival of a visitor poured cold water on the enthusiastic Zhao Jidou.

On this day, Zhao Ji was reading in the study, and at the same time combing through the memories inherited after crossing over. The more he combed through the remaining memories in his mind, the more indignant he felt. The memories left by the predecessor Duan Wang Zhao Ji are almost not the slightest memory of how to govern the country and care about the people's livelihood, except for the wind and snow and enjoying the fun. Does this idiot really think that he was born to eat, drink and be merry, and he doesn't have to bear any responsibility?

At this moment, the chief waiter outside the door, that is, the middle-aged man Liang Shicheng who Zhao Ji saw for the first time after waking up, walked in. This Liang Shicheng is one of the traitors known as the "Six Thieves" in the Huizong Dynasty, since Zhao Ji knew his identity, he has been unapologetic about this future traitor, and when he saw him walk in, his face couldn't help but sink: "What's the matter?"

"Lord Wang, someone from the palace has just informed that the official family will come to visit the palace later, and the palace must be prepared to ......welcome it immediately," Liang Shicheng said cautiously.

Hearing this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, and hurriedly got up to prepare for the drive. There were some such experiences in the memories he had received. Probably this era is quite enlightened, and the royal people get along with each other quite humanely, even if the emperor gets along with his brothers, he is only commensurate with the people as brothers, but the necessary etiquette still has to be put out.

The emperor came to the palace to visit his brothers, and he didn't put on a grand look, but just walked in from the gate of the palace. Before everyone in the palace shouted long live, the emperor had already walked down from the palace, helped Zhao Ji up with a smile, took his arm and said: "I heard earlier that Brother Eleven is sick in bed, and the Queen Mother is very worried, I should have come to visit earlier, but I have been busy with political affairs, and I only took some time out today." Brother Eleven looks good, he should be fine, right?"

Emperor Zhezong is in his twenties, his face looks a little pale and not very healthy, he is the sixth son of Emperor Shenzong, he has succeeded to the throne at the age of nine, but in recent years, he has waited until the death of the Empress Dowager Xiang to start his own government. His name Zhao Ji "Eleventh Brother" is just a customary title among the royal children, not that he is younger than Zhao Ji, on the contrary, Zhao Ji is four years younger than the emperor.

The emperor's attitude was kind and kind, and Zhao Ji's nervousness inevitably decreased slightly, so he smiled and replied, and then bowed down and invited the emperor into the main hall of the palace.

The brothers sat opposite each other, and after chatting for a while, Emperor Zhezong suddenly smiled and said, "I received an interesting excerpt from the forbidden middle school the day before yesterday, and I just brought it to the eleventh brother today to take a look." ”

Zhao Ji couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, and took the fold with both hands and opened it to take a look. He inherited the memory of his predecessor Zhao Ji, and he also has a foundation in the rhetoric of this era, so it is not difficult to read. But after reading it, I couldn't help sweating, it turned out that this excerpt was a royal history of the king Zhao Ji to entrap foreign ministers to form a party for personal gain, which is an extremely strict crime. Zhao Ji looked up and saw that the emperor was looking at him with a smile, so he hurriedly turned over and bowed down, and said, "Brother is terrified......

The emperor didn't wait for Zhao Ji to continue, then waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Eleventh don't be afraid, I'll show you this fold, that is, brother is not suspicious." In this excerpt, it is said that you are banqueting civil servants and selling your fame and prestige, which is really a very confused statement. Our godbrothers, you are the most talented, and you are getting older, and you are not much better than Li Chongguang, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty. The poetry and writing on the literati and ink guests should be harmonious, that is an extremely elegant thing, what is it. Relax your mind, don't mind. ”

The emperor came and went quickly, and in hindsight, it seemed that he was just going to take a special trip to get an excerpt to show himself. But Zhao Ji's mood was heavy, and he didn't understand the meaning of the emperor's beating on him. Emperor Zhezong's succession to the throne was almost cut off by Emperor Shenzong's brother, and when it came to his own plans for his descendants, how could he not be wary of his brother. If Zhao Ji didn't know anything about the future, he would naturally be a rich and idle king with peace of mind, but he knew that although Emperor Zhezong had ambitions and wanted to be the master of Zhongxing, it was a pity that he would die in a few years. Whether you want to or not, you will be caught and brought to the top tank.

Zhao Ji now understands why he only has some experience in his mind, in addition to his temperament, there is no lack of self-preservation. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart, just having a few banquets with the officials, he was suspected of selling his fame and prestige to be participated in by the officials. But once they ascended the throne as the emperor, and were asked by the ministers to work hard to be the master of Zhongxing, did they think that governing the country was so simple that they could learn it in two or three days? Or did the emperor not care about his, as long as he sat on the dragon chair like a puppet and watched them show their strength, the world could be prosperous?

After the emperor left, Zhao Ji was depressed and had no intention of staying in the palace, so he wanted to go out for a walk.

Liang Shicheng observed his words, turned around and instructed the maids to prepare clothes, and he himself turned around and went out to change into a servant's green shirt and hat, and was full of interest and ready to go out with Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji changed his outfit, picked up a small jade bone folding fan and stuffed it into the fan bag in his sleeve, turned his head and saw Liang Shicheng standing obediently on the side, and couldn't help but feel a little disgusted in his heart. However, in addition to the innate evil feeling in the memory, this inner service is also considered to know his heart, and he has traveled through the past few days, so that he can be regarded as clever, and often understand what he wants to do with one look. That's it, let's stay by my side first, anyway, I remember in my heart what kind of person this is, and he will not hesitate to reward a wealth in the future, if there is a little bit of non-centrivorous thinking, then just degrade it directly.

Followed by a dead eunuch, followed by two sturdy guards, Zhao Ji wandered all the way out of the palace, and without a clear purpose, he wandered on the street.

Walking on the streets, a bustling atmosphere came to your face. Not to mention the crowd surging on the street, just looking at the rows of houses on both sides of the street, as well as the Huanmen colorful buildings made of colored paper and silk in front of the wine and food shops, it already makes people feel that the flowers are gradually charming.

Although it was before the palace, the market was not deserted, and from time to time there were vendors pushing small food carts on both sides of the street, and the shelves were placed with seasonal fruits or various fried and cooked pasta, although they only passed by, there was still a fragrant smell. Occasionally, someone in the teahouse wine shop leaned over and beckoned, and there was a bamboo pole carrying a plate and handing it over, and after sending the fruit, he received the copper coin, and the money and goods were neatly and neatly.

There are also women riding donkeys across the street, with a cloak on their headdresses wrapped around their delicate bodies but unable to hide their graceful curves, and a group of floating wanderers follow behind and scream all the way, and there are people next to them who clapped their hands or hit the pillars to cheer.

In the Song Dynasty, although Tokyo Bianliang still had names such as Fang City, the system had been broken, and although there was no orderly strictness, the whole city became lively. Even if it has been influenced by the civilization of a thousand years later, to be honest, the reinforced concrete metropolis of later generations may not be comparable to the vivid and popular Tokyo Bianliang in front of you. He walked and stopped, from the downtown area of Donghua Gate, all the way through the East Corner Tower at the foot of the imperial city, only to feel that everything he saw and heard was very vivid, compared to the Qingming Riverside picture that he saw on paper in later generations, and it was many times more cute and lively.

Zhao Ji only felt that every time he took a breath of the prosperous breath of this thousand years ago, there was a little more earth qi in his body that was closely related to this era, but he pressed all the future generations in his mind in the deepest part of his heart. Putting aside those sorrows in his heart, Zhao Ji happily immersed himself in this bustling Tokyo, and the depression in his heart gradually dissipated, or walked into a restaurant, and the shopkeeper handed the same fruit and dim sum to taste for himself, or squatted on the stall and gambled with others, all the way down, but also won some crockpots and porcelain useless things, and threw them to Liang Shicheng, the waiter behind him.

After a while, Liang Shicheng's hands and feet were no longer enough, so he simply stopped a merchant who was on his feet, bought his board car, and threw all the goods that Zhao Ji got casually on it, but he didn't feel that he was already sweating, humming and panting, but he didn't dare to interrupt the prince's interest. He was also a little curious in his heart, in the past, the prince only loved Fengyue Field or Taoist tricks, how did he change his temperament today and be so enthusiastic about these usual things on the street?

His long and narrow eyes rolled for a moment, and he also noticed the abnormality of Zhao Ji's love today, Xu wanted to wander around, so he said: "The prince wants to see the people's livelihood in this world, this is very coincidental, today is the day of the opening of the Daxiangguo Temple." It is many times more prosperous than here. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Ji was in high spirits, so he waved his hand to let Liang Shicheng open the way. Liang Shicheng had to grit his back molars again, pushing a cart of goods trembling and walking in the direction of Daxiangguo Temple.

Xiangguo Temple is located in the southeast of the old city, go to the east of the Zhou Bridge and extend the Bianhe River, sure enough, as Liang Shicheng said, the prosperity is several times higher than that of the royal street outside the Donghua Gate. In addition to the nobles and scholars, more businessmen and pawns, ordinary people, there are majestic forbidden troops, there are also Taoist priests with fairy wind and bones, and Shinong industry and commerce, all-encompassing. From here all the way to Yangzhou Water Gate outside the old city, it is the most prosperous and mixed place in Bianliang City. Because this is the 6th place of the city of Tokyo, the passenger and cargo ships from the south of the Yangtze River have to dock on this line, and the goods are transferred to the shore one by one by one.

Zhao Ji walked by the river, and was not in a hurry to go to the temple meeting of Xiangguo, so he stood on the wharf, watching the boats shuttling back and forth on the sparkling Bianhe River, looking at the mountains of grain, rice, silk and other goods along the coast, and watching the labor of carrying goods like ants. This is the most prosperous and enlightened era in the history of mankind, but this prosperity is too fragile, and in less than thirty years, it will all be destroyed by war, and only the gloomy sadness of the midnight dreams of those old people of the old country......

Zhao Ji suddenly felt that the bitterness in his heart was nothing, as long as he walked out of the door and came to this street market to take a look, as long as there was still a trace of blood in his chest, he would not allow that alien barbarian to destroy this prosperous Bianliang Tokyo like a dream! Who dared to covet it, which one dared to destroy, beat him to a broken head, and beat his other people to destroy the country!

There has never been a moment when Zhao Ji has such specific, profound, and fulfilling requirements for his future! He is the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Song Dynasty is him, even if there are many dangers and obstacles, even if there are thousands of efforts in the future, it will be difficult to turn things around, and he would rather be a ghost who guards the land than a king who dies in the country!

Liang Shicheng had already turned the cart to a guard, and quietly walked behind Zhao Ji to stand, seeing Zhao Ji's solemn expression and the terrifying light in his eyes from the side, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a pile of blocks in his chest, and his breathing became rough for a while, only to feel that the prince had become new from head to toe, and he was no longer the flashy prodigal man he was familiar with, and he was a little frightened for a while.

Zhao Ji didn't pay attention to the change in Liang Shicheng's expression, he had gradually gained an idea in his heart. Although he is only a prince now, and he must not interfere in politics, this world has never been limited to the court. Three religions and nine streams, peddlers and pawns, all of them are the world. He can use the time before he ascended the throne to immerse himself in the various situations in this world, listen to the wishes of the people at the bottom, and perform the government in the future.

After having an idea in his heart, Zhao Ji's whole person became brisk, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, go to Daxiangguo Temple." ”

But just as he turned around and raised his legs, he suddenly heard a shout from the group of laborers: "...... Gang Leader, Joe Gang Leader......"

Hearing this voice, Zhao Ji's body shook suddenly, and the whole person froze in place, then turned his head to follow the voice, and a burly figure fell in his field of vision, and then smiled. The world is getting interesting!

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