I have a role in the heavens

Song Que's anger rose sharply, and he slapped the armrest of the dragon chair with his palm. The armrest immediately shattered to the ground, and he said angrily.

"You are forcing me to kill that foreign woman!"

When Song Shidao heard this, he looked solemn and determined. He suddenly knocked on the ground, blood flowed across his face, and said firmly.

"If this is the case, my son and I will not live alone!"

Song Que suddenly became angry and looked at Song Shidao in disbelief. He couldn't believe that such rebellious words came from his mouth.

"Treason, do you want to piss me off to death? Your disobedience, do you know what you are talking about?"

"The hair and skin of the body are received from parents and dare not be damaged. This is the beginning of filial piety."

"Have all your sages' books been read into the dog's belly?"

Although the Song Dynasty restored the contention of a hundred schools of thought and no longer respected Confucianism alone, it did not reject Confucianism and still agreed with what the "Book of Filial Piety" said.

Song Shidao remained firm and unwavering, his eyes full of stubbornness, and he knelt on the ground without saying a word. At this time, he had a bit of the demeanor of Song Que's son. Even in the face of his father who could now control the world, he refused to Surrendering, he recognized Fu Junzhuo in his heart. For this beloved woman, he was willing to bear any price and consequences without any regrets.

Song Que sighed, his back hunched two points. He was strong and straight, and he actually showed a bit of fatigue at this time. This tough Heavenly Sword, Emperor Wu of the Song Dynasty, lowered his head for the first time. After all, Song Shidao was his only son. There was no parent in the world who could resist his children. He looked a little lonely, got up and walked to the window, looked up at the bright starry sky, was silent for a long time, and finally spoke slowly and recited.

"I want to know you, and my life will never end. There are no mountains, no mausoleums, no rivers, no thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are united, so I dare to be with you!"

Although Song Que was a powerful martial artist, he had also read poetry and books since he was a child and was rich in knowledge. His knowledge was not inferior to that of some great scholars, and he was naturally proficient in the Book of Songs. The memories of his youth emerged in his mind. He was wise in swordsmanship in this life. It is a pity to cut off the love thread and end the love between man and woman, so why force his son to do the same.

Thinking of this, Song Que turned around and looked at Song Shidao who was kneeling on the ground, his expression became a little more loving, and he said warmly.

"Get up, I won't force you!"

Song Shidao was overjoyed when he heard this and climbed up ecstatically. There was still blood on his face and he was very embarrassed. With excitement on his face, he came in front of Song Que and confirmed to Song Que what he had just heard in disbelief. If you arrive.

"Father, do you really agree with me marrying Junzhuo?"

Song Que looked at Song Shidao in front of him, with a bit of softness in his eyes. He nodded, reached out and patted Song Shidao on the shoulder, firmly and forcefully, and comforted Song Shidao.

"Since you insist so much, what can I do?"

"You can't kill your own son for a woman!"

"In the future, you and your wife should be of one mind and heart, love each other, work hand in hand for the rest of your life, and grow old together!"

Song Shidao's eyes were a little moister, and he nodded wildly. His marriage was hard-won, and he would naturally cherish it, and he would never let Fu Junzhuo down.

Song Que patted Song Shidao's shoulder twice at the end, walked towards the dragon chair again, and sat on it with a cold expression, majestic and domineering, and as soon as he opened his golden mouth, he issued an edict.

"Prince Song Shidao is disobedient and unfilial, has no regard for the king's kindness, and does not want to repent. He has deposed the crown prince and demoted him to the king of Liaodong. He will leave Chang'an City tomorrow and go to the fiefdom!"

Song Que was no longer a loving father at this time, but an emperor who ruled the world. Looking at the somewhat lost Song Shidao, he did not say any words of comfort and just asked coldly.

"King of Liaodong, why don't you accept the decree to express your gratitude?"

Only then did Song Shidao come to his senses and knelt down again. With a bit of disappointment but also a bit of relief on his face, he kowtowed respectfully and thanked him.

"I accept the decree and thank you for your kindness. Long live my emperor!"

Song Que could step back and allow Song Shidao to marry Fu Junzhuo because Song Shidao was his son, but he could not tolerate the future emperors of the Song family having foreign blood, so he abolished Song Shidao's position in the East Palace and demoted him to Liaodong. .

Fu Junzhuo was a disciple of the great master of Goguryeo. He could just use this identity to help Song Shidao integrate into Liaodong faster and make some contributions to the stability of Liaodong in the Song Dynasty.

Song Que sat upright, high up, looking down at Song Shidao on the ground indifferently, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly.

"Get up, I won't see you off tomorrow, I hope you take care of yourself!"

Song Shidao's whole body was extremely relaxed, exuding a relaxed atmosphere from the inside out. He did not feel sad or painful because he was dethroned as the prince. He was a gentle man and was not suitable for being a prince. Since he became the prince, he has been , he had never felt happy and happy, and he felt tired and tired from the bottom of his heart. Now he is relieved.

"My son, I bid farewell to my father. I wish my father good health!"

Song Shidao did not stand up directly, straightened his back, took a deep look at Song Que, kowtowed again with great solemnity, bang bang bang, kowtowed three times, then slowly stood up and walked out of the imperial study room.

Song Que was indifferent, sitting quietly on the dragon chair, watching his son disappear into the night, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights were extinguished, and there was silence and darkness in the royal study. A sigh sounded, with a hint of blessing and helplessness in the voice.

The next day, all the civil and military officials in the entire dynasty were shocked. The prince Song Shidao was demoted to Liaodong and took charge of Goguryeo. The position of crown prince in the East Palace was vacant. Song Que had only one son, Song Shidao, so he wanted to succeed his brother.

Song Que was wearing a yellow dragon robe, majestic and domineering. He sat high on the dragon chair and looked at the courtiers below who were whispering and talking about each other. He had already thought about this scene in his mind. He waved his hand unhurriedly and said: The eunuch hurriedly took a few steps forward, holding a bright imperial edict in his hand, slowly opened it, and read it out in front of everyone.

The eunuchs who announced the decree were all selected through strict selection. They were extremely strict. Their voices were clear and loud, their words were clear, their cadences were very contagious.

"By God's blessing, the emperor's edict says: The eldest princess Song Yuhua is gentle and virtuous, graceful and graceful, brave and courageous, intelligent and agile. From now on, the eldest princess Song Yuhua is canonized as the crown prince of the East Palace. I hereby express my gratitude."

After the imperial edict was read out, the entire court fell silent, and all the civil and military officials were shocked. Song Que was doing this and actually made his daughter the crown prince. There has never been a female emperor in the world. Isn't it like a chicken sitting in the morning, the world is reversed, and the yin and yang are scattered.

This was due to Song Que's prestige. Even though everyone was full of complaints, they still didn't dare to question it, and the matter was settled like this.

Song Yuhua had a scimitar on her waist and was dressed in a bright yellow four-clawed robe. She was luxurious and majestic, with a stern expression and calm steps. She did not kneel down, but bowed and replied.

"My son, I accept the decree!"

Song Que nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and announced to the civil and military officials.

"From today on, the prince will supervise the country!"

After that, Song Que walked down the steps, announced the dismissal of the court, returned to the harem, and began to practice in seclusion, without paying any attention to the strange looks in the eyes of the ministers.

Song Yuhua became the prince of the country and began to govern the country in a drastic way. First, he decided to follow the imperial examination system of the Sui Dynasty and completely abolished the nine-grade Zhongzheng system. If you want to be an official, you must be a Jinshi. The imperial examination is based on different schools of thought. , set up different examination subjects, all-inclusive, focusing on practice.

This move simply hit the weak points of the Guanlong nobles and Shandong nobles. They were not willing to agree. The ministers were furious and discussed endlessly, wanting to boycott this national policy.

Since Song Yuhua regained martial arts, his temperament has been very similar to that of Song Que. Except for Hou Xibai, who is still gentle and sweet, he is extremely tough, decisive and domineering towards others. He will strike hard and show no mercy to those who disobey. , and even triggered a rebellion among the Guanlong nobles and Shandong gentry.

Song Yuhua did not compromise, and personally led the army to quell the rebellion. In one fell swoop, he crippled the Guanlong nobles and the Shandong nobles, leaving only a few families who had not done anything. He held the butcher knife high, blood flowed like a river, and was ruthless. He was no less inferior to Song Que. .

After Song Yuhua calmed down the chaos, he first promoted movable type printing, improved papermaking, spread books widely, founded Imperial College, encouraged the establishment of schools in various places, and gave countless people from poor families a chance to stand up.

Song Yuhua did not stop, and implemented the method of apportioning people into acres, checking the population, measuring the land, and showed no mercy to the big families who hid the population and annexed the land, which made the Ministry of Household Finance improve.

On the other hand, Song Yuhua also paid attention to recuperation and promoted agricultural tools and planting techniques improved by Lu Miaozi, Minister of Industry, so that land could be reclaimed and food harvested.

Song Yuhua even selected talents from the army, established a martial arts lecture hall, taught superior martial arts, and trained a large number of masters. He also imposed restrictions on the sect, requiring approval from the court before accepting disciples, and strictly limited the size of the sect. .

At the same time, martial arts was disseminated and promoted among the people, and martial arts examinations were established to select private masters and talents. This was as important a talent selection mechanism as the civil examinations. For a time, martial arts flourished in the Song Dynasty, and masters emerged in endlessly. Most of them entered the court, making the Song Dynasty Stronger.

In the seventh year of Wude, Song Que announced his abdication and handed the throne to Song Yuhua. The ministers did not object. Over the years, Song Yuhua flexed his muscles, the country's power increased day by day, the world was peaceful and prosperous, and he was recognized by most of the ministers. As for the stubborn If you don't change, those who cursed Si Chen have been cleared away by Song Yuhua a long time ago. How could they be left here until now.

When Song Yuhua ascended the throne as emperor, he was urged by his ministers to get married. Seeing that the emperor had no heirs, he couldn't leave such a huge dynasty without anyone to succeed him.

Song Yuhua ignored this, which disappointed many ministers who had scheming intentions. They also thought about letting the talented people in the family marry the emperor. If they could give birth to a son and a half daughters, they would be the heirs to the throne in the future. This was A sure profit without losing money, a bargain with rare items to live in.

In the palace, in Song Yuhua's bedroom, the two of them were lying on the dragon couch.

Hou Xibai hugged Song Yuhua's plump and graceful body tightly, his eyes were extremely hot, his mouth was dry, his breathing was a little rapid, and his voice became much deeper.

Song Yuhua is not the aloof empress at this time, but more like a charming little woman, relying closely on her beloved, her heart is full of joy, her eyes are full of tenderness and sweetness, and she is looking at her lovingly. He looked at his lover with a happy look on his face. This was a gentle face that none of the courtiers had ever seen.

Song Yuhua's face was red, and there was a layer of crystal clear sweat on her forehead. A strand of messy hair was wet with sweat, and it stuck tightly to her smooth forehead. She lost her usual luxury and elegance, and looked slightly... He was a little embarrassed, and even looked tired than usual.

"Um!"

A low voice sounded. Song Yuhua's eyes were blurred and dull, and his whole mind was sublimated. He didn't want to wake up for a long time.

After a long time, Song Yuhua came back to her senses. She pressed her head against Hou Xibai's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat coming from her ears. Her eyes were full of tenderness. Her slender white fingers were drawing circles on Hou Xibai's chest, and her voice was filled with emotion. With a bit of weakness, he said softly.

"I don't ask you to stay with me in the palace, but you must also leave a message for me. I want to have our child!"

Hou Xibai joked with a smile on his face when he heard this, narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Aren't you worried that the government and the public will talk a lot about you having a child out of wedlock?"

"I don't care, who dares to discuss it in front of me!"

Song Yuhua had a pretty face with a sinister look on her face, her eyes were full of majesty, and she had an irresistible will.

Hou Xibai chuckled lightly, holding the beauty tightly in his arms. There was a somewhat ungrateful smile on his extremely handsome face, and he raised his eyebrows lightly and teased.

"Well Yuhua, have you rested? We need to work harder, otherwise how can we give birth to a child!"

After Hou Xibai said this, the vast sea once again set off a stormy wave, surging and irresistible.

Song Yuhua's face was red with embarrassment, her eyes were full of sparkling and affectionate, she rolled her eyes at Hou Xibai charmingly, and hugged Hou Xibai tightly with her arms, her body and mind were trembling, a numbing feeling spread all over her body, and she fell into intoxication. state.

I don't know how long it took, but a hint of fish belly white appeared faintly on the horizon. The light pierced the night sky. The rising sun rose in the east and the avenue was red. A new day began. For the first time, Queen Song Yuhua did not go to the morning court.

Song Yuhua lay lazily under the brocade quilt, exposing a section of lotus root arm, which was fair and smooth, and water could come out when pinched. Her face was charming and flushed, her eyes were blurred, she looked at Hou Xibai beside her affectionately, and whispered softly asked.

"How are Qingxuan and Yuzhi doing recently?"

"I haven't seen them in a long time!"

Hou Xibai gently stroked Song Yuhua's jade back, rested his chin on Song Yuhua's head, and said softly.

"They are all very good. I will take them to see you later!"

There was a bit of regret in Song Yuhua's eyes, her delicate body was close to Hou Xibai, and the masculine and warm breath hit her face, which made her feel less disappointed, and she said in a dull voice.

"I can't get away now. When our child is born and grows up, I will abdicate and live in seclusion in Youlin Xiaozhu with you!"

Since Hou Xibai calmed down the world, he has not intervened in the turmoil of the world's martial arts world. He took Shi Qingxuan and Song Yuzhi and lived in seclusion in a small secluded forest outside Chengdu. They lived a life of leisurely clouds and wild cranes, hugging each other, which was very comfortable.

This incident caused a commotion that year. When Song Que learned that sisters Song Yuhua and Song Yuzhi had been harmed by Hou Xibai, he was so angry that he unsheathed his heavenly sword and vowed to kill Hou Xibai, the scum of the demon sect. The final result of that battle How, no one knows, but Song Que has not shown up for almost a month.

After the war, Song Yuzhi also left Chang'an City with Hou Xibai, returned to Youlin Xiaozhu, and became one of Hou Xibai's wives.

Because Song Yuhua inherited the throne, she could not live in seclusion with Hou Xibai. Hou Xibai could only spend some time every year to accompany Song Yuhua to relieve the beauty of his lovesickness.

At this time of year, Song Yuhua's personality becomes much gentler. The ministers don't know the reason, but they also know how to seize opportunities. Whether they are speaking out to give advice or making some small mistakes, they don't have to worry about losing their heads. It is a rare period of relaxation.

Even for this reason, the officials of Chang'an City would hold some grand events as a celebration. Gradually, Chang'an City's special events attracted many people from out of town to participate.

Hou Xibai lowered his head and glanced at Song Yuhua, who had a somewhat tired look on his face, nodded, hugged the beauty tightly, and responded.

"Okay, we're waiting for you!"

"Um!"

Song Yuhua buried her head in Hou Xibai's arms and quietly enjoyed this rare moment of tenderness. The bird was so tender and affectionate. If this face was seen by the officials, they would definitely suspect that she was not awake. That would produce such a ridiculous hallucination.

"It's getting late, get up, I'll walk around Chang'an City with you!"

I don't know how long it took, but Hou Xibai gently patted the beauty's buttocks with his palm, and said softly with a somewhat joking smile.

Song Yuhua rolled her eyes coquettishly at first, and then stood up to dress. She didn't care about Hou Xibai's hot gaze at all. Her elegant and graceful figure was exposed to Hou Xibai's eyes without any reservation. She was so charming and charming, truly The appearance of an angel and the figure of a devil made someone's blood boil, and he almost wanted to get on his horse again and fight.

Chang'an City, in the market, is extremely lively, with people shouting and rubbing shoulders. People from all ethnic groups in the grasslands of the Western Regions gather here. Various shops and stalls are scattered here. The sound of shouting and selling can be heard all the time, and the smell of red dust and smoke is everywhere. .

Hou Xibai and Song Yuhua were holding hands and walking among the crowd. Song Yuhua was smiling and walking, experiencing a rare relaxation.

After wandering for an unknown amount of time, Song Yuhua stopped in front of a small stall. There was a dazzling array of items, most of which were cheap jewelry and accessories. Song Yuhua held a silver hairpin in her slender hand. It was not exquisite, and even a little rough. It was not worth a few bucks. Qian lowered his head and looked at it, his eyes full of love, and he looked at Hou Xibai cutely.

Hou Xibai walked up to Song Yuhua, looked at Song Yuhua dotingly, took the hairpin from her hand, inserted it into her head, looked at it carefully, nodded and said.

"Madam, she looks really good with this hairpin!"

The word "ma'am" made Song Yuhua smile with bright eyes, stroking the hairpin on her head with her palms, and her face looked happy, charming, and charming.