Back to the Song Dynasty as a tyrant

Later, he resigned his post as a military and political envoy because of his health, and has been recuperating in the capital.

Zhao Ning took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.

Zhang Shuye said to Zhang Bofen: "You all go down, I have a few words to say to the officials alone."

People went down one after another.

Zhang Shuye held back his last breath and said: "Officials, before the old minister leaves, there are some things that must be said! Must be said!"

Zhao Ning said: "Talk slowly, I will sit by and listen, I will not leave."

"Now that the new learning is flourishing, all industries of the Song Dynasty have followed, and the lives of the people have obviously become better. If the parliamentary court established by His Majesty can be more iron-fisted, it will be even better! Officials must be strictly controlled and their powers should be limited to what they should be. Within the scope of some! Only in this way can we rest with the people and enable the people of the world to live a better life!"

Zhang Shuye's face turned pale, but he seemed to suddenly become full of breath and his gaze was firm.

"However, during this period of time, some officials came to me to criticize the new learning. Veterans have specially observed it. There are a group of people who don't want the new learning to flourish. their power!"

"The old ministers have read all the books of the fifth prince. He is the most suitable candidate for the crown prince. If he cannot inherit the great unification, the Song Dynasty will go back! Your Majesty's painstaking efforts over the years will be buried by those people! The people of the Song Dynasty , in decades to come, will once again become ragged and hungry!"

"Before the old minister dies, I implore Your Majesty to appoint the fifth prince as the heir apparent! If Your Majesty thinks that what the old minister said today is wrong, and confiscates the old minister's house and dismisses Bo Fen, he can be exiled or given death."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Shuye relaxed, and his eyes became a little dim.

"The people in these lands need new learning."

Chapter 1532 A New Era (The Finale)

"Official...official..."

Zhang Shuye's eyes became slack, and he was already on his deathbed.

Zhao Ning hurried to the door and shouted: "Go and call Zhang Bofen and Zhang Zhongxiong in."

Zhang Shuye's two sons walked in, and they also had gray temples.

"Father……"

Zhang Bofen knelt beside Uncle Zhang's bed.

Zhao Ning just stood there silent.

Zhang Shuye was still muttering: "Official...official..."

"I'm here, I'm here!"

Zhao Ning stepped forward, but saw that Zhang Shuye's lax eyes were getting darker.

"Officials! The veteran came too late to save me!"

Zhang Shuye suddenly yelled, the last light in his eyes completely dissipated, and then he remained motionless.

Zhang Bofen and Zhang Zhongxiong burst into tears, and the people outside the room also burst into tears when they heard it.

After a while, when Zhao Guan's family came out of the Zhang residence, there was still light snow falling in the night sky.

He recalled the first day he had just crossed over, and learned that Guo Jing had already cast a spell on the tower, so he hurried over. At that time, Zhang Shuye was waiting at the top of the tower.

It was the second Song-Jin battle, and 10,000+ Jin troops surrounded Tokyo city.

Fan Zhixu's 30 Qin Wang army was blocked in Tongguan by Wanyan Lou's family, and the old-fashioned Qin Wang army had not yet gone north.

The city of Tokyo is in danger, and more than 100 million people in the city of Tokyo will face unprecedented catastrophe.

It was Zhang Shuye, an old man in his sixtieth year, who spent all his wealth and prepared 3 people to enter Kaifeng Mansion, the most dangerous place at that time, risking his life to rush in.

At that time, Zhao Ning dared to kill the surrender faction in the court, didn't he know that Zhang Shuye would swear allegiance to the death?

Everything started with Zhang Shuye's support.

Zhao Ning looked up at the night, and pieces of thin snowflakes fell silently.

"Officials, it's very cold outside, be careful of catching the wind and cold." Zheng Xi reminded.

"You say that a person has established fame and hegemony in this lifetime, so what can he do?" Zhao Ning smiled bitterly, "Life is really like a fleeting moment."

Zheng Xi said: "There is no one who will not die, but you can leave something for future generations to benefit from and remember."

Zhao Ning just smiled lightly and got into the carriage.

The vast and smoke-like long river of history has washed away countless waves and sand. Everyone who has lived in the era will turn ashes to dust and dust to dust.

It only takes a hundred years and three generations to pass, and all traces and related memories of that person will be erased, as if they never existed in this world.

It's like people don't know which ants have appeared in this world.

Hundreds of years later, is the bustling Tokyo still looking like this?

Will those old poems by the banks of the Yellow River still be sung?

Another 1000 years later, the water of the Yellow River will still roll into the sea, and Mount Tai will still stand there majestically.

Although the world has changed its appearance, the mountains, rivers, sun and moon are still there.

From Xia Shang to Song Dynasty, the mountains, rivers, sun and moon have witnessed countless emperors and generals for thousands of years, and I will appear on the stage after you sing.

It has also witnessed a fact that has not changed for thousands of years: the hard life of the people at the bottom.

Now, there is a turning point.

In the next two generations, people will definitely be able to completely break free from the shackles of Confucianism.

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, Zhao Ning suddenly opened the curtains and said to Zheng Xi, "Decide my will to call Yue Fei back to Beijing."

The news of Zhang Shuye's death was announced on the second day.

He was posthumously presented to King Liang and entered the Hall of Heroes.

A few days later, on an early spring morning, Zhao Ning was discussing a painting with Rou Jia.

This is a new school of painting.

Traditional Song paintings were already very rich, delicate, and realistic. They mainly included landscapes, flowers and birds, figures, and religious themes. They were already the pinnacle of Chinese painting.

However, with the gradual liberalization of ideas in recent years, new art schools are being born.

For example, Rou Jia's painting is an idyllic scene, which is also realistic, but combined with an abstract artistic conception, the characters in it have become more delicate.

And it's called rural scenery, but it actually focuses on the people who are working.

"Officials, Commander Zheng said he has something to see."

"Joujia, you go back first, when I am free, I will go to Tokyo Art Academy with you."

"It's okay this time, don't miss the appointment again."

"Don't worry." Zhao Ning smiled dotingly.

Rou Jia left, and Zheng Xi came back.

"Your Majesty." Zheng Xi just called out and handed over the document without saying anything.

Zhao Ning opened the document and began to look. He read it carefully and calmly.

"Who else has read this letter?"

"Except for the minister, there is no one else. After the minister read it, he handed it over to His Majesty."

"Go down."

"Yes."

When going out, Zheng Xi's palms were wet with cold sweat.

That night, there was still light snow in the sky.

After Zhao Yu drank a few glasses of wine, he tidied up and walked out of the palace.

It's just that he was stopped by someone as soon as he walked out of the palace.

"Who dares to be my king?" Zhao Yu scolded.

"Your Highness." The crowd parted, and Zheng Xi walked out.

"Commander Zheng, what are you doing here?"

"I came here by order to play chess with His Highness."

"Order to play chess? Whose order?"

Zheng Xi took out the imperial edict and said, "Of course it is His Majesty's order!"

"I'm afraid I can't do it tonight. Let's make an appointment another day."

"Your Highness, don't make things difficult for us, this is His Majesty's order."

Zhao Yu sighed and said, "Okay!"

After dark, Fan Zhixu and a dozen officials arrived outside the Donghua Gate.

"Fan Xianggong, it's getting late now, what's the purpose of coming here?" A voice came from the tower.

Fan Zhixu looked up and said, "Where is Commander Lu?"

The Commander Lu he mentioned was called Lu Jin, who was the garrison squad of Donghua Gate.

"He's not feeling well today, and I'll take over for him. What does Mr. Fan want from him?"

"Oh, it's all right, we are on the front line to see the holy face, and we have some official business and want to see the holy lord."

"I'm afraid it will be inconvenient tonight, Your Majesty."

The voice from the top of the city came again.

Fan Zhixu frowned, his voice seemed familiar.

"What's the matter, Fan Xianggong can tell me."

"Since it is inconvenient for His Majesty, the old man is asking to see you tomorrow."

"It's all here, Fan Xianggong speaks clearly before leaving."

"Why, you still dare to detain me!" Fan Zhixu immediately said angrily, "This old man is the deputy military and political envoy!"

Not long after, the city gate opened, and the fire illuminated the surroundings.

Surrounded by a crowd, Fan Zhixu saw a familiar person come out.

"Yue Fei... Grand Master Yue..." Fan Zhixu was slightly startled, "When did you return to the capital?"

"Lu Jin has explained everything." Yue Fei said.

"Explain what?"

Yue Fei said again: "Take Fan Xianggong and everyone to Dali Temple."

"Yue Fei, what are you trying to do? We are important officials of the imperial court. Even if you have meritorious service, you cannot arrest the important officials of the imperial court without permission. We want to see Your Majesty!"

Everyone immediately cursed.

Yue Fei walked up to Fan Zhixu, looked at Fan Zhixu, and said in a low voice: "You have made contributions to the Song Dynasty and to His Majesty, and His Majesty does not want to tear up the last face."

Fan Zhixu's face was instantly pale as paper, he nodded and said, "Got it."

Immediately, he knelt down outside the city gate, kowtowed three times inside, and shouted loudly: "This minister is also for His Majesty's country! This minister is absolutely selfless!"

After speaking, he got up and was led down.

Nothing tonight.

In Wende Palace, Zhao Ning sat there alone, read the letter over and over again, and finally burned it by candlelight.

In the early morning of the next day, all the ministers entered the hall and finished the ceremony.

Qian Yuqing was about to go out to report matters, but was interrupted by Zhao Ning.

"We don't talk about government affairs today, I have an imperial decree to issue, please listen."

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Wang Huaiji immediately came out and opened the imperial decree: "I am ordered by Haotian's family: Jing Wang Zhao Chun, the quality is far away, the wind is luxuriant, the grand plan is long-cherished, and the beauty industry is growing day by day. Filial piety is the foundation of virtue. In Baixing, benevolence is the most important task to ensure the safety of all things. The job is both internal and external, and it is recorded in the Yi Zhang, which is favored by the far and near, and the government and the people are looking forward to it.

Suddenly there was an uproar in the court.

Because in the minds of many ministers, the candidate for the crown prince must be the fourth prince.

But right now, the imperial decree has directly appointed the fifth prince.

Immediately, ministers came out and planned to express their opinions on this matter.

But before he could speak, the official Zhao said: "I have discussed with Grand Minister, Qian Xianggong, and Grand Master Yue about the establishment of the crown prince, and they have no objection."