Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 7
"Well, you can handle the affairs of the mansion by yourself."

Zhao Dezhao paused, and added to Wang Shijie:
"From now on, you will be in charge of all the miscellaneous matters in my mansion, the entry and exit of money and food, and you don't need to ask for instructions!"

Wang Shijie was stunned for a moment, and then a look of great joy appeared on his face, and he hurriedly agreed.

Money and food come in and out, and you don’t need to ask for instructions. This is giving him more power, and there is a lot of money to fish for. You must know that eunuchs can’t marry wives and have children, so they can pursue Brother Kong Fang, so there is no eunuch who is not addicted to it. Wealth is like life.

"Fuck you, you dare to go to Lao Tzu's mansion to be Zhao Guangyi's spy, and report me to my father, serve Lao Tzu's bowl, and even smash Lao Tzu's pot, I will let you spend your life greedy for money!"

"No! I won't wait so long, I'll get you done in these two days, and you won't even die for being greedy for money!"

"If I don't coax you into high spirits, why would your jaw drop in shock when you are about to die?"

Zhao Dezhao thought so in his heart, still smiling, and waved Wang Shijie to back down: "Go, Manager Wang, do it well."

"Go, enter the palace." Zhao Dezhao didn't delay anymore, led Qian Niu'er and a small team of guards, strode out of the mansion and headed for the palace.

Funing Palace, Zhao Kuangyin's bedroom.

Unlike yesterday, Zhao Dezhao walked straight in quickly, without the eunuch passing the report.

This is the permission that Zhao Dezhao asked his father yesterday, that he can enter the palace to serve every day.

This means that, except that the father is in the hut or the concubine's bed, he can go to the palace to see his father anytime he wants, and he doesn't have to wait for the eunuch to report.

Zhao Dezhao attaches great importance to this humble convenience.

Between myself and the emperor's father, whether there is a eunuch to inform the message, the effect is obviously different.

It is equivalent to being able to contact the highest power center at any time, and has a certain influence on the world's major events!
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Going straight through Funing Palace, Zhao Dezhao arrived at the back garden, and saw his father practicing martial arts there, playing vigorously with a stick.

Zhao Kuangyin was born as an officer in the middle and lower ranks, and his fame and wealth before he became emperor was all achieved by fighting in battle with a knife and a gun.Strengthening the body and becoming familiar with martial arts is the profession of saving one's life.

As long as Zhao Dezhao could remember, he remembered that his father would get up every morning to box and play with a stick. He did not change this habit even after he ascended the throne and became emperor. For this reason, a small martial arts arena was specially set up in the back garden of Funing Palace.

As far as Zhao Dezhao knew, Zhao Kuangyin's martial arts were very eloquent.

Later generations circulated the "Taizu Changquan", which was very famous and known as the "mother of a hundred boxing". According to legend, it was created by this great grandfather.

With the "Taizu Changquan", of course there is also the "Taizu Stick Method". Zhao Dezhao remembers that the opening chapter of "Water Margin" praised Zhao Kuangyin and said: "A stick equal to the body, so that all four hundred military states in the world have the surname Zhao."

According to Zhao Dezhao's personal rankings, Zhao Kuangyin ranks at least in the top three in personal force value among the emperors of the past dynasties, and may even be tied for first place with Li Er, the most powerful man in the Tang Dynasty.

Zhao Dezhao stood next to the martial arts arena, watching his father play with the stick for a while, shouting "Okay" and laughing: "Dad is becoming more and more heroic as he gets older. This stick is really good!"

"You kid never forgets to say that I'm getting old, so you can try it too and see if I've improved." Zhao Kuangyin put his stick back and stopped, smiled and threw the thing in his hand over.

Zhao Dezhao took the stick in his hand, set up a door, put on a "bead grabbing style", and said with a smile: "If you don't make progress, you have to be trained by someone to see it. My son dares to ask Dad for advice."

In terms of martial arts, apart from the self-taught bastard boxing used in street fights, Lao Zhao in his previous life knows nothing.

But Zhao Dezhao in this life still has a little background. First of all, there is an old man like Zhao Kuangyin who is strong in martial arts, and he can always learn a little superficially;
Secondly, people in the Song Dynasty were generally fond of martial arts, and the folk martial arts practice was fierce. There were so many martial arts clubs such as "stick clubs (those who use sticks)", "bow and arrow clubs (for archery)", "sumo clubs (for wrestlers)" and so on. Well, rich kids like Zhao Dezhao who have money and leisure are better. The mansion often has a few martial arts teachers, so they can practice when they have nothing to do.

Although the body has changed to a new owner, the old muscle memory is still there, and Zhao Dezhao will not use the "bad stick" to make his father laugh.

"Okay, it seems like your bones are itchy. I haven't loosened them for a while."

For his son's challenge, Zhao Kuangyin readily agreed with a smile, took an eyebrow-level stick from the equipment rack, weighed it in his hand, put it back, and finally picked the thinnest one.

"Look at the stick!" Zhao Kuangyin yelled, and the eyebrow-level stick in his hand was like a long snake, and he threw it into Zhao Dezhao's arms.

Just this round.

Zhao Dezhao's stick fell to the ground, his wrist was slightly swept by Qimeigun's stick, and it hurt.

He already felt a little regretful, what would he do when he had nothing to do, and he knew that it was because his father had saved his strength.

But it is absolutely impossible to admit cowardice at this point, it will only make the old man look down on him from the bottom of his heart, so Zhao Dezhao picked up the stick and re-established a new door.

"Come again!"

"You come."

Zhao Kuangyin didn't put up any defensive posture, just stood there casually with a stick in one hand, smiled and beckoned, signaling his son to attack first.

Zhao Dezhao was not polite either, he swung his stick and rushed forward.

This time, Zhao Dezhao got the advantage of attacking first, and Zhao Dezhao lasted a little longer. In the second round, Zhao Kuangyin's eyebrow-level stick hit his calf, and he fell to the ground with his whole body. It wasn't painful, just extremely embarrassing.

Zhao Kuangyin didn't laugh at his son, his eyes revealed his father's love and concern for his son:

"The foot is not stable, your physique is still too thin, you need to eat more meat."

(End of this chapter)