Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 19

Zhao Kuangyin always felt that the concerns of his mother, Empress Dowager Du, before her death were very reasonable.

The stability of the country and the inheritance of the country really depend on the king in his prime.

Since the Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, how many of the young successors of the Central Plains Dynasty have been reliable and promising?

A total of one and a half.

Shizong of the Later Zhou Dynasty counts as one, and Zhuangzong Li Cunxu of the Later Tang Dynasty has a beginning but no end, anticlimactic, only half of them.

Gone.

Therefore, in recent years, Zhao Kuangyin has been vigorously cultivating his second brother Zhao Guangyi.

First, he was named the king of Jin, and even made him the governor of Kaifeng, which only the crown prince can concurrently hold.

It can be said that although his younger brother does not have the title of prince, he has the actual status of prince.

It's not that Zhao Kuangyin didn't think about it, and passed the throne directly to his son a hundred years later.

But the eldest son, Zhao Dezhao, has always been absurd and unbelievable, so he gradually put down this idea and devoted himself to supporting the second brother.

However, Zhao Dezhao's recent brilliant performance made him see again in his son the old idea of ​​hope that had been extinguished in his heart, and it slowly came back to his mind.

On one side are brothers and sisters, the mother died, and the covenant was made before the bed.

One side is his own flesh and blood, how can an old father not pity his son?

The country's community, father and son brothers, are intertwined, and it is difficult.

What to do, what to do?

After wandering in the courtyard and hesitating for a long time, Zhao Kuangyin suddenly returned to the dormitory, took out the sword and hung it on his waist, then strode out, only calling two personal servants to accompany him.

He was born in the market, with strong martial arts skills, and it is common for him to act privately in disguise.

It was snowing heavily outside, Zhao Kuangyin walked on the snow, went straight out of the imperial city, walked through the streets and alleys, and when he arrived in front of Prime Minister Zhao Pu's mansion, he took his saber and began to beat the door.

Seeing the emperor's sudden arrival late at night, the people in the mansion panicked, and they didn't know that they should receive Sheng Jia, so they didn't neglect.

But Zhao Pu was calm as usual, and ordered to set up two small tables in the back garden pavilion, a charcoal stove, put some side dishes, and warm a pot of wine.

That's enough!

Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Pu took a seat in the back garden pavilion, watching the snow scene and cooking wine.

"Zeping, I came to look for you tonight because I have a big matter in my heart that I can't decide. Just guess what big matter it is?"

"The Sacred Heart is vast and encompasses thousands of things. How can I guess that?"

"No, you must guess it, and only you can guess it."

"When did Taiyuan be captured?"

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head.

"How to open source for the court?"

Zhao Kuangyin still shook his head.

Zhao Pu smiled slyly, drank a glass of wine for Zhao Kuangyin and himself, and said, "Excuse me, I really can't guess that we, the monarch and minister, drink wine and enjoy the snow, and don't talk about state affairs."

Zhao Kuangyin knew that with Zhao Pu's wisdom, he must have seen through his intention long ago, and he just deliberately guessed wrong in order to avoid the topic.

But there is nothing wrong with this kind of old minister and old friend, so Zhao Kuangyin had no choice but to tell the truth himself, explaining the situation that he recently discovered that his son Zhao Dezhao's talents and virtues have improved greatly, and he was tempted but worried.

"...Zeping, you were the witness and the person who wrote the oath of the Golden Chamber back then, and your name is on the end of the oath, so I don't ask anyone else for this matter, but you, anyone can slip through it, You just can't slip through!"

This is forcing a statement.

Zhao Pu had no way out, so he had no choice but to answer directly: "Your Majesty, when the Empress Dowager forced you to promise to be King Jin a hundred years later, you shouldn't agree, let alone make the oath."

Zhao Kuangyin raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkled: "You mean, I should establish the crown prince instead of the crown prince?"

"Do not."

Zhao Pu shook his head slowly.

"The Holy Majesty has already made a mistake back then."

"If you regret and break the contract now, you will make the same mistake again and again."

"His Majesty has supported him for many years, and King Jin's wings have already formed, and he is widely respected by the ruling and wild people. He cannot be easily shaken, otherwise the foundation of the country will be damaged."

"Fang's world is tentatively determined today, the world is not peaceful, and the prince's occasional achievements are not enough to rely on. I also hope that the Holy Majesty will put the community as the most important thing and personal love as the least!"

The meaning of the words could not be more clear--

Isn't the current embarrassing situation caused by you, Zhao Da, over the years?

Once you have made it, you should admit it, stop messing around, and don't mistake the prince of the world because of the private love between father and son!

Besides, it’s hard to say how sexy your son is!

Zhao Kuangyin laughed at himself, stopped talking about this matter, raised the wine pot to drink, and said with a smile: "Drink, drink!"

That night, Zhao Kuangyin watched the snow scene at Zhao Pu's house, drank and drank, and did not return until late at night.

Back in the palace, Zhao Kuangyin ordered Wang Ji'en: "Pass my oral order to the king of Tianshui County, let him go to the palace school to study every day, and come to serve him in his spare time."

After listening to Zhao Pu's advice, Zhao Kuangyin temporarily extinguished his thoughts on establishing the crown prince, and decided to wait and see—wait for a suitable time to see how good his son is, and sending him to the palace to study is a good trial. refining.

Early the next morning, in the backyard of Tianshui County Prince's Mansion, there was a small martial arts arena.

Zhao Dezhao was wearing unlined clothing, and his eyebrow-level stick in his hand was like a giant python over the river, dancing like a tiger and a tiger like a tiger.

There were two maidservants standing beside the martial arts arena, one was holding a towel and the other was holding tea.

In addition to waiting to serve Zhao Dezhao, the two of them also served as applauding audiences.

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"His Majesty's majesty is so beautiful!"

After practicing for a while, Zhao Dezhao put away the stick, picked up the hot and cold tea bowl and drank it all in one go, and then picked up the towel again.

While wiping his sweat, he smiled and asked the two maidservants: "You two applauded so vigorously, do you really think that I am good?"

"Of course it is true. The servant girl thinks that His Highness has a great demeanor and is truly handsome, just like Zhao Zilong of the Three Kingdoms in the mouth of the storyteller in the wine shop!" like.

Zhao Dezhao smiled, and turned to another maid holding a towel: "What do you think?"

The servant girl was quite honest, thought for a while, and replied earnestly: "Your Highness's stick is good or bad, I don't understand. But the servant girl thinks that His Highness gets up early every day to practice martial arts, and he doesn't stop every day. His vigor is much stronger than before, and his walk is much more powerful than before."

(End of this chapter)