Back to the Song Dynasty as a tyrant

Yue Fei said: "Does Your Majesty want a Majesty who was born in the first 20 years to inherit the great power, or a Majesty who is born in the next 20 years to inherit the great power?"

Zhao Ning fell silent.

He knew what Yue Fei meant.

Yue Fei has a public heart, or in other words, Yue Fei has never had a selfish heart.

When he looks at many issues, he only looks at them from the perspective of the world, rather than being partial to a certain person or a certain force.

The answer you get from him may not be clear, but it must be fair.

Yue Fei continued: "Your Majesty is no more than a farmer in Tangyin. Later, His Majesty valued you. He started in the ranks. Although he was lucky enough to be the Grand Master of the imperial court, he is still a warrior after all. You don't know much about civil servants, but you know a lot about the battlefield. , I don’t know how many families have lost their pillars over the years.”

"In the past, I only thought that fighting against the gold was to preserve our great country in the Song Dynasty, and to keep the people living and working in peace and contentment. Later, after watching the debate between Your Majesty and Zhu Xi, I realized that fighting against the gold is to end the war with war. Stopping the war is what the people of the world want. What everyone wants to achieve, this is a great good!"

"The Great Song Dynasty should have a new order, and it will continue after a hundred years of Your Majesty."

After the two of them played chess, Zhao Ning stayed with Yue Fei for dinner.

The next day, Yue Fei left the capital.

Zhao Ning didn't keep him because he knew that Yue Fei would come back when it was time for him to come back.

One day, Da Song still needs him, and he will put down Tang Yin's hoe and stand in front of the world again.

Time flies, three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and it is already the autumn of Jingkang's 25th year.

It may be that Zhao Ning's hair has turned half gray, and his energy and blood have weakened a lot due to his constant search in the vast and vast texts all the year round.

In the afternoon of that day, he lay on a bench in the back garden, closed his eyes, and listened to Zhao Yu's report on the business from Chang'an to Beiting and the business from Hangzhou to Lingyamen.

The autumn wind gently fluttered his long sleeves, and gently caressed his already wrinkled face.

After listening to Zhao Yu's report, Zhao Ning smiled happily, because Zhao Yu analyzed the two Silk Roads very clearly from the perspective of finance and business.

"I heard from you a few days ago that Lu You went to the Far West Country?"

"Yes, the Khitans call them Seljuks, and they were established by the Turks."

"What are you going to do?"

"Great Minister said that there is a lot of gold and silver there, which can be traded with, but the other party must not be willing. Zhang Xiang recognized that a large merchant from the Western Regions should be sent to report the strategy, and the merchant will pay for the supply of the army."

"What do you think?"

"I agree with Zhang Xianggong."

Zhao Ning nodded and asked, "Have you read all the recently published books?"

"I read them all, every one of them, and made reading notes."

"Okay, I'll take a look at the notes."

"I'll pick it up this afternoon."

At this time, Wang Huaiji walked quickly: "Official, official."

"Is Gao Qiu here?"

Wang Huaiji hesitated for a moment, but said: "I didn't come, the news just came from the Gao Mansion that Captain Gao has left."

Zhao Ning sat up suddenly, was stunned for more than ten seconds, then smiled and said, "I left without even coming to see me for the last time!"

He lay back down again, waved his hands and said, "Let's have a decent burial."

The news of Gao Lian's death caused quite a stir among the ruling and opposition parties.

In fact, Wang Zonglian was the one who cried the most. The two scolded each other for many years, but they were reluctant to leave.

Winter came in a blink of an eye, and some bad news came from the Western Regions. It was heard that there was a mutiny in the army, which was instigated by some businessmen along the way.

However, Li Yanxian soon calmed down, and the imperial court sent a comfort envoy to investigate the situation carefully.

This allowed the conservatives in the court to find another opportunity, especially the conservatives headed by Fan Zhixu, who began to express their voices for further strict control of the military with great fanfare.

The next day, it snowed heavily.

A group of people rode out and galloped out of Bianjing City, accompanied by lynx, cheetah, and Tibetan mastiff.

Passers-by know that this is the royal family going out of the city to hunt again.

After arriving at the royal hunting ground, everyone dispersed quickly.

"Your Highness."

Fan Zhixu, deputy military and political envoy, rode over and saw that Zhao Yu shot a wild boar to death. To be precise, he did not shoot it to death, but killed it with a long spear after he shot it.

Zhao Yu was riding on the horse, and his demeanor was quite similar to Yue Yun's, formidable and heroic.

"Fan Xianggong, where is your prey?"

Fan Zhixu smiled awkwardly: "I don't have any prey. Being able to come out with His Highness on a horse is already near the end of my life."

"That's right, Mr. Fan is old."

"Your Highness, the old minister has something to tell you."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"It's about the crown prince."

Zhao Yu frowned and said, "What are you talking about?"

"The old minister has inquired about some news. I heard that the crown prince is about to be decided. This is the question that officials have asked the most in recent months."

"It's settled."

"What do you think, Your Highness?"

"I will do what the official decides!"

"What if it's not Your Highness?"

"If it's not me, it's not me. The official has his own considerations."

"With the talent of His Highness, if it is not for His Highness, it must be the loss of Song Dynasty and the loss of the world!"

"What do you mean?"

"The old minister has privately asked many ministers, even some important military officers, and they all think that His Highness should succeed the President in the future."

"Who will succeed the Datong is determined by the officials."

"But those appointed by the officials must obey the public, otherwise, wouldn't the court be in chaos?" Fan Zhixu said, "What we are looking for now is stability. The officials have been obsessed with vast books these years, and their health is deteriorating. If it is true There are three ups and two downs, and the world needs an outstanding monarch."

"You don't need to say any more about this!" Zhao Yu raised his gun and turned his horse's head and left.

In the evening, Zhao Ning was still reviewing the draft of "The Criminal Law of the Great Song Dynasty" in Wende Hall. It was snowing outside, so he read it very carefully.

He hadn't gone hunting for several years.

Wang Huaiji came in again.

"Officials."

"Ok?"

Wang Huaiji lowered his head and whispered, "Wu Jie died of illness in the mansion today."

Chapter 1531 Uncle Zhang's Last Words

Wu Jie also left.

Thinking back to the third Song-Jin battle, Wu Jie led a surprise army to Taiyuan in a snowy day, put pressure on Wanyan Zonghan, and forced Zonghan to withdraw urgently, and then there was the battle of Shangdang.

In recent years, Wu Jie restored Taiyuan and took Fuzhou, which laid the foundation for Anbei Governor's Mansion and grassland strategy.

Time flies in a blink of an eye, and he also died of illness.

Zhao Ning's eyes were a little sad, but he said lightly: "Come to King Fu, enter the Hall of Heroes."

It was another snowy evening, and Fan Zhixu, who had just finished handling government affairs, found Zhao Yu.

"Your Highness, the military rations for the Anxi Protectorate have been prepared."

Zhao Yu took it and nodded after reading it, and said, "This time it's not an active conquest, it's just to protect our caravan."

"Yes." Fan Zhixu said.

"Xiao Wang still has something to do, so I will take my leave first."

"His Royal Highness stay."

"If Fan Xianggong still wants to talk about the incident last time, there is no need to talk about it." Zhao Yu directly rejected him, "In Xiao Wang's mind, what the officials say is what he wants, and Xiao Wang will follow his arrangement. "

"If the official family wants to ruin the Zhao family's country, will His Highness follow suit!"

Zhao Yu fell silent.

The steps that had already been taken to leave also stopped.

When he walked forward again, his pace had already slowed down, and Fan Zhixu followed.

Zhao Yu was still walking out of the palace, and Fan Zhixu followed beside him. The two of them seemed to be no different from their usual business conversations.

"The official family is a sage monarch. Fan Xianggong said that he would ruin the Zhao family's country. If he said this, he would be beheaded."

"I'm just telling the truth. Over the years, officials have gone to court less and less frequently, and they have become more and more alienated from government affairs, and..."

"And what?"

"Moreover, the development of Xinxue has been out of control. Officials have lost their previous prestige, and the court's prestige is also passing away. As the outstanding representative of Xinxue, the fifth prince is taking over more government affairs. If the fifth prince ascends the throne in the future, What will become of it?"

Zhao Yu stopped, and the wind and snow blew his coat. He looked at Fan Zhixu with a stern look, and said, "After saying these words, do you know the consequences?"

"Of course I know that Your Majesty is kind to me. That's why I risked my life to say these words. Your Majesty is old, and the Eucharist is sick. The Zhao family is in an invisible and intangible form. Slowly lost, which is something that many officials are worried about."

"Don't these majesties know?" Zhao Yu asked back. In his mind, his father was a wise monarch who never made mistakes.

How could you not even know these things?

"Tang Minghuang, who created the prosperity of Kaiyuan, caused the Anshi Rebellion single-handedly!"

(In order to avoid the taboo, the Song people did not call Li Longji Tang Xuanzong, but called him the abbreviation of posthumous title more. Because of the influence of Bai Juyi's poems, they did not call Tang Mingdi but Tang Minghuang.)

Zhao Yu remained silent.

"Your Highness, please stand up!" Fan Zhixu said, "This matter has nothing to do with right or wrong, but involves the fundamentals of the royal family!"

At the family banquet on the evening of the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month in the [-]th year of Jingkang, Zhao Yu, who drank too much wine, suddenly stood up and walked in front of Zhao Ning.

"Father, the child has something to say in his heart."

Zhao Ning looked up at him, then smiled and said, "Come on, sit by the side and talk slowly, today is New Year's Eve, don't be so serious."

Zhao Yu sat next to Zhao Ning and said in a low voice, "Father, do you know the different voices in the court for Xinxue?"

Zhao Ning suddenly turned to look at Zhao Yu, and said, "What's the sound?"

"Don't father know?"

"You should be clearer."

"If this continues, the court's prestige will become lower and lower in the future."

"The imperial court has only returned to its normal prestige, not getting lower and lower." Zhao Ning replied, "What the imperial court should do and what it should not do, we must distinguish clearly. In the past, the whole country was fighting against gold, and the imperial court needed to gather people and property from all over the world." , but the Kingdom of Jin has been destroyed, if the court still holds the people and property of the world firmly in its hands, the wealthy people will soon return to poverty."

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down, and his tone returned to a gentle one, and said, "What my father thinks, my child never thought of."

"Today is New Year's Eve, so let's stop talking about government affairs and drink a few more glasses of wine with me." Zhao Ning showed a doting smile on his face, "You have grown up, so talk to me about your life and ideals while drinking, Those boring government affairs will be discussed later."

Zhao Yu poured wine for Zhao Ning, as usual.

Before the Lantern Festival in the 26th year of Jingkang, Zhao Ning suddenly received a message: Zhang Shuye was seriously ill in bed.

It was evening and the sky was dark. After Zhao Ning got off the carriage, surrounded by everyone, he entered Zhang's mansion.

"Old minister..."

Looking at Zhang Shuye who was dying on the hospital bed, Zhao Ning walked over and said with concern, "Lie down and have a good rest."

"Officials, the old minister is dying." Zhang Shuye didn't feel pain on his face, but smiled gratifiedly, "The old minister often recalls the first year of Jingkang."

"I am too!" Zhao Ning frowned hard, his eyes were still moist.

Zhang Shuye was the first person he could rely on when he crossed over.

Back then when the Jin army besieged the city, the city was gloomy and gloomy, but Zhang Shuye was the only one who supported the situation.