Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 94

He felt early in the morning that with his fat body, age and eating habits, he must be suffering from the "three highs".

And "dizziness, palpitation and shortness of breath" are also a typical complication of "three highs".

But after hearing what the emperor's father said, this problem seems to be inherited from the old Zhao's family?

Except for the bastard Zhao Jiumei who killed Yue Fei and lived to eighty, almost none of the emperors of the Song Dynasty in history lived a particularly long life.

Zhao Dezhao now felt that there might be something wrong with the genes of the old Zhao family.

Zhao Kuangyin's voice pulled him back from his wild thoughts:

"Erlang, dad originally planned to spend ten or even 20 years slowly supporting you and cultivating you. But now dad has to worry that God may not take a holiday, and dad doesn't have much time left for you. In my heart, When you are anxious, you will inevitably act too carefully, and the effect seems to be counterproductive.”

When he said these words, Zhao Kuangyin's tone was calm, and he even laughed twice at himself, quite a bit of an open-minded heroism that could break the life-and-death barrier.

Zhao Dezhao couldn't help feeling sore when he thought that the emperor's father had only less than two years to live, but he was still so worried about himself.

In the previous life, after retirement, the old man was also unwilling to take care of himself. Before he was sick, he still climbed up and down every day to work as an electrician, just because he hadn’t got a down payment for a house for his son, and what Zhao Kuangyin was worried about was whether he would have enough time. It's really nothing more than the old father pity the son to support and cultivate the son. The father can't let go of the children, it's really the same in ancient and modern times.

Taking a deep breath, he bowed to Zhao Kuangyin and said, "Father, as the saying goes: children and grandchildren have their own blessings. From now on, father only needs to take care of his body at ease, and don't need to bother about planning for his son. The son can still win by working hard on his own." at last!"

This statement is quite tough, it is like saying to the emperor's father: "You don't have to worry about it, the son can handle it by himself!"

Zhao Kuangyin was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, the laughter echoed in the hall.

While laughing loudly, he stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Dezhao's shoulder several times. His hand was so strong that Zhao Dezhao almost couldn't stand still.

"Erlang, dad is very pleased that you have such ambition." Zhao Kuangyin suppressed his smile and turned his expression solemn: "But there are some things that dad has to remind you of, such as your handling of Sun Chengli this time..."

Unconvinced, Zhao Dezhao was about to speak, but Zhao Kuangyin stopped him with gestures.

"Father is not old-fashioned. Of course he understands that generals enlist soldiers is a major malpractice in the army. There is nothing wrong with you getting angry about it."

"But this matter is from the late Tang Dynasty to the Five Dynasties. How can the accumulated evils of the past 200 years be eliminated overnight? Daddy knows that you have a lot of ideas about this, but after all, one generation can only do what one generation does. Erlang , do you understand?"

Zhao Kuangyin stared at Zhao Dezhao with a smile, his eyes were shining brightly, as if full of earnestness.

Zhao Dezhao nodded silently, and was about to say goodbye.

Zhao Kuangyin suddenly put on a straight face, and said angrily:

"Remember for me: Rewards are rewards, punishments are punishments, punishments are punishments, punishments are punishments, don't take away the rewards that others deserve!"

"Your boy withheld Sun Chengli's [-] guan. The reward he deserved was not given to him. He ran to your father and me to cry and complain. Your father and I must have rewarded him with [-] guan. This is how to appease him!"

"You are reluctant to part with [-] guan, but you want me to give you [-] guan to appease you. Do you think this deal is still a good deal?"

When it came to the last sentence, Zhao Kuangyin's tone was almost resentful.

Zhao Dezhao almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and then he heard Zhao Kuangyin change the subject.

"But that's all. Sun Chengli lost his face in public. He knew that he couldn't be a commander anymore, so he begged me to sue the old man. If I approved him, the [-] guan should be regarded as a retirement reward for him." .”

Zhao Dezhao didn't answer, but gave a deep salute. He knew that Sun Chengli's age was not really old, and the details in such a hasty resignation would never be as light as the old man said. After all, the old man was trying to change his ways He paved the way by himself, so he didn't want to leave a commander in the imperial army who was obviously not in line with him.

Zhao Kuangyin stared at his son silently for a moment, then nodded and said, "Go!"

Zhao Dezhao quit the Funing Palace, and when he was about to leave and walked to the palace gate, he suddenly heard someone chasing after him shouting "Your Highness, stay a while".

He turned around and saw Wang Chengen running behind him out of breath.

"Your Highness, the Holy Majesty said that I forgot to give you these memorials just now." After Wang Chengen ran to the front and took a few breaths, he took out a few thin memorial books from his arms, and handed them to Zhao Dezhao with both hands.

Zhao Dezhao stretched out his right hand and snatched those memorials and titles abruptly, with a wide range of movements, which were both abrupt and rude.

Wang Chengen had suffered a lot. He was so frightened that he took two steps back. He stumbled on his heel and fell down.

"Officer Wang, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Dezhao pulled him up affectionately, and said with a smile, "Last time, this king accidentally injured you while drunk, and he didn't drink today. What are you afraid of? Could it be that this king is wanton? Hurting and tyrannical people?"

Wang Chengen's face turned blue, but he dared not speak out, so he could only smile obsequiously, and then ran away like hell, not daring to stay in front of Zhao Dezhao for another moment.

Looking at Wang Chengen's panicked back, Qian Niu'er couldn't help laughing and cursing from the side: "Master, you should be like this from now on, play him every time you see him, you won't scare him to death, an old dog who eats inside and out!"

Zhao Dezhao didn't care about talking, and looked down at the memorials and title books.

The emperor's father asked Wang Jien to send up a total of only six or seven copies, and the content was very short. After reading it in two or three times, Zhao Dezhao turned his head and stared in the direction of Funing Palace, with a smile on his face.

The contents of these four memorials are different, but they all have the same theme, which is to praise him, the king of Tianshui County, to the Holy One.

Some praised him for his profound morals, some praised him for his outstanding talents, and some might not know how to praise him, and directly praised him for his noble background.

It doesn't matter how you praise him, and it doesn't even matter whether the content of the compliment is true or not;
The important thing is that after the emperor made a test, these ministers submitted such a memorial to praise the king of Tianshui County, which is tantamount to implicitly and firmly expressing their willingness to support Zhao Dezhao, which is like admonishing the emperor to The 53 memorials that abide by the etiquette system are essentially the same as expressing their opposition to Zhao Dezhao.

(End of this chapter)