I am not Song Qinzong

"You, you, as long as I have [-]% of my talents, I won't be here." With a curse, Zhao Ji fell into deep thought.

After a while, Zhao Ji said: "It is obvious that you are going to do this business, if you want to be easy to understand, then call Xuefeng."

"I still need a signboard, please ask Daddy to wave it with the imperial pen."

Zhao Ji was more casual, and Zhao Huan also relaxed.

Zhao Ji himself set up a market in the palace to do business, so of course he would not blame his son for doing business.

"The signboard is easy to say, someone will send it to you, and I will inspect your studies." Zhao Ji's tone of speech suddenly changed in order to show the majesty of the parents.

Zhao Huan's heart skipped a beat.

Don't look at the prince's three-character classics, in fact, he doesn't remember much of the Four Books and Five Classics.

And Zhao Ji's examinations are probably not far from these ranges.

Seeing that the first meal was about to come, the prince was a little flustered.

Before he thought about it properly, he only heard Zhao Ji say: "I heard that you took up the garden and opened a martial arts arena for the guards?"

Someone made a small report, and Zhao Huan immediately became alert.

Or maybe Zhao Ji planted eyeliner in the East Palace, if so, the consequences would be even more serious.

Thinking quickly, Zhao Huan said: "When the child got sick, he saw that the guards were loose and disfigured, so he thought about giving him a practice."

"Then why do you want to practice martial arts?" Zhao Ji criticized again: "A majestic prince, but like a rude sergeant, it is really out of place."

When Zhao Huan heard this, his heart stopped.

People in Shilin can look down on soldiers and generals, even as an emperor.

In this way, if the Northern Song Dynasty is immortal, how can the laws of heaven exist?

"When a child gets sick, it's because he's weak. Practicing martial arts isn't about going to battle, it's just about strengthening your body.

Furthermore, Taizu suppressed [-] military states with one stick, and Taizong was also able to conquer wars.

Now that my descendants of the Zhao family have abandoned martial arts for a long time, my child is thinking that if he has practiced Taizu's Changquan to become famous, he can be regarded as inheriting the skills of his ancestors. "

This explanation didn't satisfy Zhao Ji, but he didn't delve into it. He just said: "You need to put more thought into literature."

"It's good to teach daddy to learn that when the child was lying in bed, he accidentally came across a word, and he was about to ask daddy to comment on it." Zhao Huan said at the right time.

"It's rare, let's talk about it." Zhao Ji laughed.

"Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, and fall in love with the floors. To love the floors, to express sorrow for new words.

Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it.I want to say goodbye, but I say it's a cool autumn. "

Zhao Ji closed his eyes slightly, shook his head, obviously intoxicated.

Huh~ Zhao Huan let out a deep breath, and silently said sorry to Xin Qiji who was not yet born.

However, as long as he successfully succeeds to the throne, Xin Da probably won't have so much emotion.

Thinking secretly, only heard Zhao Ji clapping his hands, and sighed: "You have always been lacking in literary talent, but you don't want to be such an outstanding ugly slave today, good~good~very good~"

After sighing for a while, Zhao Ji said again: "This word is in line with your mood at that time. It's rare for you to write a word. It should be reported to the world in the residence."

His expression is full of the sense of sight of "my son has grown up", as for his son's unhappiness in martial arts, he also forgets about it.

"Thank you daddy, my son has something interesting to say." Zhao Huan smiled humbly, and said, "Xuefeng's method of making ice is actually the first to make ice, and my son discovered the method of making ice in summer."

After hearing this, Zhao Ji showed an interested expression and signaled Zhao Huan to continue.

"Ice-making, the most important thing is saltpeter, enough..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a servant coming and said, "Officials, Mr. Zheng has state affairs to report."

"Bring me to talk." Zhao Ji said.

The complaint was interrupted, which made the prince very depressed.

Zheng Xianggong was Zheng Juzhong, the Deputy Privy Envoy, Dazai, and Zhongshu Sheren of the current dynasty.

Also a villain.

He held Cai Jing on the thigh, and later, in order to go further, he confronted Cai Jing everywhere and gained a great reputation.

Sure enough, when Zheng Juzhong arrived, he said that there was a white crane holding a ganoderma lucidum in a certain place, and that there was an 80-year-old man with white hair turning black in a certain place, and there was no official business in the country.

Finally, he did not forget to put eye drops on Cai Jing.

Unlike the crown prince's secretiveness, he directly said that Cai Jing was corrupt, his family had ten thousand hectares of fertile land, and the local government complained.

Zhao Ji listened to the auspicious things with great interest, and when he was about to sue Cai Jing, Zhao Ji immediately became impatient.

"I'm tired, I have something to discuss with the court."

After finishing speaking, he left, leaving Zheng Juzhong and Zhao Huan there.

Really saddened... Zhao Huan was so helpless.

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Hey ~

Looking back at the tall and luxurious red Zhengde palace gate behind him, Zhao Huan couldn't help but sigh.

Not only failed to file a complaint, but also heard a bunch of messy things.

Seeing the whole leopard at a glance, in just a short time, the prince has already seen his father clearly.

As for Zhao Ji, who is frivolous and frivolous, Jingkang's shame happened unjustly.

It's just... not reconciled.

If I ascend the throne, how can I be so powerless?Zhao Huan clenched his fists.

The only advantage is that it reversed the influence of the prince's lack of literary talent.

If getting to know Zheng Juzhong is considered a benefit, let's not make this trip worthwhile.

Depressed, Yu Ren approached and asked, "Prince Chu, do you want to go back directly to the manor?"

"Let's walk with me and see the bustling market." Zhao Huan said lightly.