Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

The more Zhao Heng thought about it, the more panicked he became.

Furthermore, because his whole body was numb and disobedient, he couldn't even turn over simply, and could only be forced to listen to his own heavy and difficult breathing.

Although it was cold winter, but because the crown prince came so diligently, there was a strong fire burning in the hall all the time.

Instead of being stunned, Zhao Heng felt that the pressured right side of his body was already very hot, and he began to sweat gradually.

He couldn't help but make a "ho ho" sound, so as to attract the attention of the palace guards nearby, who would turn his posture around.

After he repeated it several times, the waiter who was yawning from idleness came forward, looked at him intently for a while, then lifted the quilt with a normal face, and immediately stretched out his hand to reach under him.

This is not to humiliate the emperor, but just to check the other party's reaction to see if there is any incontinence of feces and urine under the underwear.

As for asking for instructions and pleading guilty... how can the officials ask for instructions now that they can't even speak a word?

Zhao Heng also went from being shocked, furious and humiliated at the servant's rude behavior to becoming numb and accustomed to it later.

"Strange, I remember it was changed not long ago, and it looks clean now."

The servant said to himself, after careful inspection, he didn't find any dirt, so he could only deduce another result.

I'm afraid I'm hungry and thirsty.

He can't take care of feeding and watering the officials who are "full of weight" in every aspect.

So he carefully covered the quilt again, returned to the original position, and whispered to the other servants.

Soon, people went their separate ways.

Zhao Heng didn't have time to feel comfortable with the unintentional move to help him turn his body when the servant checked his physical condition just now, when he felt a headache again.

He knew that the servants, who had misunderstood what he meant, would get busy soon, faithfully feeding him who was still half full with plenty of food and water, making him feel uncomfortable for a while.

There was nothing he could do about it.

After all, until now, he couldn't even utter a simple sentence that could clearly express his true wishes.

Apart from being lethargic all day long, he just endured people treating him as a useless person, numbly consuming some easy liquid food, and then looking at the unchanging tent and recalling the past, so as to survive.

Life is worse than death, but the idea of ​​really going to die, he dare not even think about it.

"Daddy."

When Zhao Heng was in a daze, he suddenly heard a familiar call.

——It’s Sixth Brother who’s here.

He was lying on his back, and when he couldn't turn himself over, if he wanted to see clearly the appearance of Zhao Zhen standing beside the bed, he had to tilt his eyes to the right desperately.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhen is careful, after seeing Zhao Heng's eagerness, he guessed what his father wanted to do, and carefully helped him out.

After being able to see Zhao Zhen's appearance clearly, Zhao Heng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Zhen also put a few soft pillows on his back to ensure that he would not fall backwards, and then he started his usual simple report on major events in the court.

Although Zhao Heng's mind is getting worse and he often forgets after hearing it, he cherishes this opportunity to get in touch with political affairs.

He held his breath suddenly, trying to hear clearly.

Whenever he accidentally lost his mind and missed a part, he would gasp in embarrassment.

It's a pity that no matter how smart and considerate Zhao Zhen was, he still couldn't understand what he meant to make people repeat the paragraph just now.

After being taken aback for a moment, Zhao Zhen quickly reached out and patted his father's back lightly, making him feel good.

Although Zhao Heng felt helpless, he also felt a little bit of comfort—as the saying goes, there is no filial son in front of Daojiu's hospital bed. After that tit-for-tat confrontation, the prince who has completely grasped the power of supervising the country is still filial to him as before, which is really commendable.

Zhao Zhen only made a statement on the three or four major government affairs, then took the medicine bowl, fed it to his father with his own hands, and prepared to go back to the East Palace.

But after he got up, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and said to Zhao Heng who was still looking in his direction eagerly: "In another year, I will be able to turn around. Daddy's anger should be gone, right?"

Zhao Heng didn't know where the 'qi' the prince suddenly mentioned came from, and he didn't respond for a while.

Zhao Zhen went straight on: "In the past few years, no matter how much I wanted to call the young master back to Beijing, I always cared about my father's face and wishes, and put this idea on hold...but the young master is really a pillar of talent, rare. Furthermore, based on the great achievements of defeating Tubo in the past few years, making Qinzhou government harmonious and prosperous, Rao Shichen wants to call him back to Beijing and repeat his position as a Beijing official, and it will definitely not raise any objections."

Zhao Heng is still quiet: compared to Lu Ci who is outspoken and admonishing him, what he hates more is undoubtedly the former empress Liu E who has committed suicide in prison.

Regarding Lu Ci's achievements in Qinzhou over the years, he has heard at least seven or eight times from the prince, and he will never forget it.

Thinking about the prince's extra dependence on that dainty little glutton, some of it is due to his own help...

Zhao Heng sighed inwardly.

Forget it, anyway, he was also the minister of the humerus that he was looking for for the prince at the beginning, and his character seemed good, but he was too sharp and lacked some ministers who knew how to advance and retreat, but it was indeed worthy of reuse.

Anyway, he already looks like this, so what if he opposes it?

Seeing that Zhao Heng had no objection, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but smiled slightly, and continued: "Thank you, Daddy, for fulfilling the task. I have already thought about the duties of the young master after returning to Beijing."

Zhao Heng looked at Zhao Zhen silently, and listening to the only seedling he was very satisfied with, he said something that made him so angry - "Although the young master has outstanding achievements, he is too young after all. Zhongshu Sheng, Xu is still a little early. The governor of Kaifeng, who was transferred from Sanpinping, should be very suitable as a transition."

Governor of Kaifeng!

Zhao Heng's eyes widened.

He never dreamed that the always obedient prince would make such an absurd decision—the official rank of Kaifeng Fu Yin was indeed only for the third rank, but since the opening of the Song Dynasty, he had only held two positions.

One was the first emperor when he was the prince, and he was the prince when he was the prince, and he was never restored after that.

Zhao Zhen recalled Lu Ci to serve as an official in the middle of the capital, which was indeed justified. However, resetting the governor of Kaifeng, who was only served by the prince, was to declare to the outside world the grievances Lu Ci had suffered, and the prince's clear and unique love for him. Take it seriously.

"Daddy take care of yourself, I will come back tomorrow morning."

Zhao Zhen didn't even look at Zhao Heng's expression of "Wooooahahah" in his mouth, and he turned around and left neatly.

When Liu Shengren was still in glory, he accidentally learned the truth about his biological mother, who had been suppressed and targeted in that way.

At that time, father not only acquiesced in the woman's misconduct, but even contributed to it... How could he forget it completely.

Zhao Zhen let out a long breath.

He didn't go back to the East Palace in a hurry, but stood on the high platform, looking at the noisy world inside and outside that he had never set foot in, his eyes were as calm as water.

Although he has no resentment towards his father, he also has no Mu Ru anymore.

He never forgot that the people who really defended him and treated him well, after being wronged for so many years, never got discouraged for a moment, and did their best without discrimination.

Even if he didn't have those unusual affections, he would definitely use such a courtier.

As for Zhao Heng, who was lying alone on the dragon bed, he burst into tears without saying a word, and the servant who called him to check on his situation was shocked.

No matter how confused Zhao Heng was, he finally understood at this moment.

The bad debts he buried, the gaps that have been cut in Sixth Brother's heart, even if they heal, there will always be hideous scars.

The only support when his body was in a mess, had completely separated from him many years ago.

Zhao Heng, who had just tasted the bitter taste of regret, was still unwilling to die.

And Zhao Zhen, as if the undercurrent had never existed that day, still visited three times a day, and never refused to take care of the sick.

After procrastinating for a while, Tian failed to fulfill Zhao Heng's wish.On the [-]th day of the new year, his good luck in the early years finally left completely.

A sudden onslaught of lung disease struck violently, crushing the already weak body.

Even with the best efforts of a cadre of imperial physicians, they were powerless to recover.

——In the winter of the fifth year of Tianxi, Emperor Zhao Heng died.

When the funeral bell rang and the whole country was in mourning, Prince Zhao Zhen stood in front of the coffin with a clean body, listening sadly to the imperial edict read out in public by Kou Zhun, the political counselor, and taken from the edict pavilion of the Zhongshu Provincial Political Affairs Hall.

This step was taken without any suspense: even when Zhao Heng was at his most confused, he never really thought about the outrageous idea of ​​abolishing the only remaining sixth son and promoting his brother's son.

After confirming the late emperor's last wish, the courtiers left the lingering sick bed for several years. Zhao Heng, who had died and disappeared, followed the chief assistant Li Di and entered the hall of political participation.

Even though they all pretended to be mournful, it can be said that after Zhao Heng stayed away from the temple and was bedridden for a few years, the crown prince acted vigorously again, and the officials' impression of the official family was quite vague.

The hard-working faction headed by Kou Zhun felt that compared to Zhao Zhen, who was always confused and whimsical, the prince who was young, vigorous and aggressive was obviously much better.

Now that the emperor has passed away and the crown prince succeeds, everything is logical.

And because the prince has no siblings, there is no dispute about the successor; the successor is also vacant, and his biological mother is cowardly and humble, and there is no powerful descendant to interfere.

From this point of view, Zhao Zhen's succession to the throne was actually a peaceful transition rarely seen in the past century.

After entering the hall led by Li Di, the civil and military officials bowed according to the rules and respectfully worshiped the new emperor sitting behind the curtain.

Zhao Zhen, who was dressed in the emperor's court uniform, slowly raised his eyes, looked down at the officials, and said warmly: "Everyone, please rise."

He still has a childlike look on his face, but no one dares to underestimate him anymore.

All dust settled.

From now on, the official family of the Great Song Dynasty will be Zhao Zhen.

It's just such a calm prince... The first thing the new emperor did after taking office was not to offer specific rewards, but to write a short letter to his young master who was far away in Qinzhou and was destined to lag behind in the news.

He has been troubled for a long time about the things mentioned in the letter.

After Lu Ci received the letter, before he was shocked by Zhao Heng's death, he was almost amused by the little emperor's troubles.

Perhaps he was fed up with the messy reign titles such as "Dazhong Xiangfu" adopted by the first emperor when he was on the throne. Zhao Zhen was very cautious about confirming the first reign title after he ascended the throne.

It's better to be ordinary than to talk about mysterious ghosts.

The candidates that Zhao Zhen has not announced to the public are all 'ordinary', 'ordinary', 'tranquil', 'Antai'...