Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 24
In recent days, Zhao Guangyi has watched helplessly that his nephew is advancing step by step.

Zhao Dezhao first obtained the permission to enter the palace to accompany his driver every day, and got the opportunity to get close to the Holy Majesty.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Dezhao borrowed the hand of the Holy Master to pull out the nail that Wang Jien had buried in his mansion.

In less than a month, he even won the favor of the Holy Majesty and was named the King of Tianshui County!
Although Zhao Dezhao's current prestige is not enough to be a serious threat.

But for Zhao Guangyi, his nephew's momentum was too fast and too violent!

Zhao Guangyi didn't want to continue to be passive, and decided to take measures to deal with it proactively.

It was a good response to Xue Juzheng before he died, to present a posthumous seal of "inviting the king of Jin to be the crown prince and emperor's younger brother".

If he really succeeds in persuading the Holy One, then he will be able to change from "having the real status of being a crown prince, but not having the name of a crown prince" to becoming a real crown prince who "has a name and a real name"!

But if you can't convince the Holy One, you can at least test the Holy Spirit's attitude towards this matter, and there is no harm in the same way.

It would be even more wonderful if Xue Juzheng could write one or two bad comments about Zhao Dezhao in his posthumous note.

Zhao Guangyi thought to himself: "What better way to get a father's approval than a respected teacher's comment to a student?"

……

After a while, Zhao Guangyi was still facing the sick bed, maintaining a gesture of deep pleading, motionless.

"Old..."

Xue Ju was just about to say something, when he opened his mouth, his breath became disordered, a mouthful of phlegm surged up, he immediately coughed, and the cough became more and more violent, half of his body curled up, trembling violently, looking scary.

Zhao Guangyi was afraid that Xue Juzheng would cough and die in front of him, so he opened the door and called his sons to come in to serve him.

After the sons entered the room, they were in a hurry, and they helped to caress their backs, and they hurriedly called the doctor who was waiting in the mansion, and the room was chaotic.

Seeing that Zhao Guangyi couldn't talk about the secrets with Xue Juzheng anymore, he could only say: "Please also ask Xue Gong to take care of his health, and I won't bother you here. I hope Xue Gong will remember what I said just now!"

Xue Juzheng was still coughing and couldn't reply in full.

Zhao Guangyi shook his head, had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.

Xue Juzheng's eldest son respectfully sent the King of Jin out of the mansion and directly into the carriage.

"Get up!" The leader of the retinue accompanying the carriage yelled.

The coachman swung his whip, and the wheels started rattling.

Guards of honor are like a forest, riders are like clouds, leading and guarding hundreds of people, just like a long dragon swimming slowly towards the outside of Stone Alley.

There is nothing more powerful than this.

……

The next morning, Zhao Dezhao got up early as usual and arrived at Gong Xue.

Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly heard the sound of wheels rattling behind him. Looking back, he saw a carriage slowly driving to the gate of Gongxue and stopping.

I saw a hunched old man, who was helped out of the carriage by a middle-aged man.

Zhao Dezhao rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dazzled.

This rare old man was actually Xue Juzheng, who hadn't come all day yesterday and was already seriously ill!

The middle-aged man who supported Xue Juzheng was his eldest son, who was facing him yesterday.

With the support of his elder son, Xue Juzheng was walking tremblingly, his complexion was sallow, and his complexion was extremely bad.

Zhao Dezhao was shocked. He was so sick, why did he come to the palace to study?He took three steps and then two steps at a time, and hurried forward to meet him.

"Since you are sick, you should take care of your health and stay in the mansion to recuperate at ease. Why come here?"

"It's time for class, the old man was missing a day yesterday, and he can't miss another day today..."

Before Xue Juzheng finished speaking, he coughed violently, his hunched body trembled violently like a broken leaf in the wind, if it wasn't for his son's support, he might not be able to stand still.

Zhao Dezhao hurriedly helped the boss of Xue's family, both left and right supported Xue Juzheng, thinking in his heart: "You are so old and sick, you can't attend classes even if you come to Gongxue..."

Xue Juzheng seemed to know what Zhao Dezhao was thinking, and a smile appeared on his skinny cheeks: "I won't be able to come again in the future, but I feel better today, so I want to come to the school to have a look, so I can say a few words to the boys, and said individual."

Hearing Xue Juzheng mention the word "Xuetang", Zhao Dezhao suddenly recalled a detail: he had never heard the name "Gongxue" from this old gentleman.

The old man always called him "Xuetang".

Perhaps in his mind, this so-called "Gongxue", which specializes in teaching the children of the royal family, is nothing more than a school for preaching and dispelling doubts, no different from those village schools built with thatched reed sheds; The children of noble relatives, in his heart, may be the same as those farmers' children in the village school.

Just like his husband's frightening ruler, hitting the prince's palm is no different from hitting other students' palms.

This is the ideal way of teaching for a true Confucian: teaching without distinction!

Zhao Dezhao was moved in his heart, and he showed sincere respect to the trembling old man in front of him, his eyes couldn't help being slightly moist.

"Sir, you should rest in peace of mind and recuperate from your illness. After your husband is in good health, the students still have to listen to his teachings..."

Xue Juzheng waved his hands, unwilling to talk about his illness.

He turned his head, smiled at Zhao Dezhao, and said, "This old man dares to presume, can you ask Your Highness to accompany this old man for a walk in the palace school?"

"Sir, you are serious. In the school, teachers are respected. There is no highness here." Zhao Dezhao carefully supported Xue Juzheng, and slowly walked into the palace school.

Xue Juzheng used to attach great importance to the dignity of teachers, but now he slowly shook his head:
"Your Highness is His Highness after all, the eldest son of the Holy Majesty, and the future of my Great Song Dynasty."

Zhao Dezhao's heart trembled slightly, it seemed that this old man insisted on coming here because of his illness, and he definitely would not just come to see the palace school, he must have something very important to tell.

Accompanied by Zhao Dezhao, Xue Juzheng went around the palace school where he had been a teacher for many years.

Zhao Dezhao could see that the old man's eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance when facing everything in front of him.

Soon, other students in the palace school heard the news, and came to offer condolences to Xue Juzheng, asking him to take care of his health and recuperate at ease.

On weekdays, these teenagers often complained about Xue Juzheng's harshness, but at this moment, their condolences to the seriously ill teacher were also sincere.

Xue Juzheng nodded with a smile. He braced his sick body, returned the salute to all the students one by one, and said a few words of encouragement to each of them.

After leaving the palace school, Zhao Dezhao was about to help Xue Juzheng into the carriage.

However, Xue Juzheng waved his hand, signaling that the eldest son who was accompanying and taking care of him would retreat far away, leaving only Zhao Dezhao present.

(End of this chapter)