Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 31

The next morning, Zhao Dezhao arrived at Gong Xue first.

After Xue Juzheng was beaten, Zhao Kuangyin appointed two professors of palace studies to take over, but they have not yet arrived.

Zhao Dezhao took on the role of senior and counselor for the time being, and told those boys a morning's story on the podium in the classroom, treating it as a class, and the effect was particularly good.

The colorful, mysterious and exotic vast external world that Zhao Dezhao described in his mouth seduced them so much that their mouths drool, their eyes lit up, and they screamed one by one. "ship" to conquer those fertile lands stretching across thousands of miles.

After noon, Zhao Dezhao left the palace school and went straight into the palace to accompany the driver to listen to the teacher.

"The drought in central Sichuan has intensified, and it has been three months without a drop of rain...Father, this is a memorial to report the disaster and ask for relief."

In the imperial study room, Zhao Dezhao was reading a memorial to Zhao Kuangyin.

Now that he is more and more familiar with reciting memorials, he has gradually discovered that even this seemingly simple task actually has a method in the middle. For example, he does not need to read the entire content of the memorial verbatim, but only needs to quickly browse through the memorial first. , followed by a brief overview of the subject matter.

For example, there was a civil unrest in a certain place, a disaster occurred in a certain place, a certain official "begged for bones (asked for retirement)", etc., and then the emperor's father instructed whether to simply skip it or expand the details.

After changing this method, the efficiency was immediately improved, and the father and son cooperated tacitly. It took less than an hour to deal with more than half of the backlog.

"Then let's go, let's go."

Zhao Kuangyin's eyes were slightly closed, and he waved his hands weakly. He didn't know whether he was pity for the money and food in the treasury, or he was sympathizing with the disaster victims in Sichuan.

Zhao Dezhao agreed, picked up the imperial ink pen, wrote the word "ke", and then picked up the next memorial.

"My minister congratulates the saint for tens of thousands of years... Daddy, this is a congratulatory form for his birthday."

As the Longevity Festival approached, the congratulatory forms presented by officials from all over the country flooded in like a flood. Zhao Dezhao made a rough estimate in his heart. Seven or eight of the ten memorials prepared today were birthday congratulatory forms.

"You don't need to read any congratulatory forms. Just those few words over and over again are all useless words." Zhao Kuangyin interrupted Zhao Dezhao directly, with a look of disinterest, obviously not interested in it.

Zhao Dezhao noticed that the emperor's father seemed to be out of energy and needed to rest, so he put down the memorial and said with a smile: "My son is hungry, let's eat first."

After a while, the dining room immediately delivered the meals.

Seeing that the emperor's father was in a bad mood, Zhao Dezhao took the initiative to ask the servant for a jug of wine, and filled the cup for his father to cheer him up.

Zhao Kuangyin was a big drinker, gulping down a glass as if pouring water, which made Zhao Dezhao look stupid, but he didn't dare to drink too much, so he only had two drinks with him.

Drinking was in full swing, the servant came to report: "Your Majesty, Li Pinru, the servant of the Ministry of Industry, is asking for an audience. Should I let this slave wait outside until the Majesty finishes his meal?"

Zhao Kuangyin knocked the wine glass on the heavy table, waved his hand, and spoke in a surprisingly loud voice, like a thunderstorm.

"Let him in!"

Only then did Zhao Dezhao notice that the old man seemed to have had enough to drink now, his face was obviously blushing and his neck was thick, and the smell of alcohol was spraying three feet away with one mouthful.

After Li Shilang from the Ministry of Industry came in, he immediately saluted Zhao Kuangyin and said, "Congratulations to the saint for his longevity."

Immediately afterwards, he talked about the Longevity Festival celebration: "The Longevity Festival is just around the corner, and the Ministry of Industry has already drafted a preliminary plan for the celebration. I implore the Holy One to make corrections..."

After listening to Zhao Dezhao all the way, what this person talked about was all trivial things, how many wedding archways are planned to be built in Tokyo city, how many miles of wedding curtains are arranged, and in addition, according to the old practice in previous years, how much money should be rewarded to the court officials? etc.

Li Shilang was eloquent, when Zhao Kuangyin suddenly stood up, slammed the wine glass into pieces, and his voice exploded like a thunderclap: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Li Shilang was stunned by the scolding, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed to plead guilty, stammering: "My minister... I am reporting the preparations for the Longevity Festival celebration..."

Zhao Kuangyin's face was red, his neck was thick, his mouth was full of alcohol, and he cursed: "What longevity? What celebration? Do you think I'm a stupid and stupid king who is superstitious about longevity? You take out the money from the treasury to hold a celebration for me, and do those useless flattery Xuwen, I will be very happy when you think you are capable?"

Still not relieved after scolding, he simply strode forward and kicked that poor Li Shilang in his arms, kicking him kneeling down into the sky.

"piss off!"

Zhao Dezhao looked dumbfounded, just because of the rough and bold style of the emperor's father, he really deserves to be the grass-headed emperor who was born as a military general!
When he heard for the first time that Xue Juzheng’s two front teeth were knocked out by the emperor’s father with a jade axe, Zhao Dezhao actually didn’t believe it. "The famous "Taizu of the Song Dynasty" should not do such cruel and rude things to ministers, which is unbecoming of an emperor.

But now, Zhao Dezhao believed it!
Li Shilang got up and ran away like hell.

Zhao Dezhao was worried that the emperor's father would fall drunk, so he stepped forward to hold his arm, but was thrown away.

"Erlang, do you think Daddy is drunk? Tell you, I'm not drunk!"

"Yeah, yum. Daddy has a big heart and can drink like a sea. Of course he can't get drunk."

Zhao Dezhao agreed casually, but he wanted to laugh in his heart. Anyone who is drunk does not say that he is not drunk. The emperor's father's virtue is no different from those guys who were drunk at the wine table before. The difference, drunkenness seems to be the same from ancient to modern times.

Zhao Kuangyin didn't show any drunkenness. He walked back to the table and sat down. He poured himself another cup and held it in his hand. He smiled slyly at his son.

"Your father just lost his temper by drinking to get that guy out."

"If your father doesn't get drunk, then the emperor is moody, unreasonable, and easy to lose people's hearts in front of his courtiers; but if he just uses alcohol, even if he is a little out of line, he won't cause his courtiers to hold grudges." There is no harm in holding grudges."

"Erlang, let's do the math, daddy is crazy about drinking this time, so there is no need to hold the Longevity Celebration, how much food can be saved, and even the large rewards that should be given according to the usual practice, can also be skipped ! You said this deal is a good deal?"

Zhao Dezhao was stunned for a moment, could he still have such a showy operation?
He thought for a while and asked: "That Li Shilang put in all his effort to organize the Longevity Celebration, although it is all useless flattery, but it is also a heart of loyalty and love. You are scolding and kicking, isn't it a bit too much? "

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head and laughed.

(End of this chapter)