Emperor Renzong of the Great Song Dynasty

To be an emperor in the Song Dynasty, the first thing you have to face is your own fear.

Fearing military rebellion, he castrated the army and suppressed the status of warriors.Fearing that the prime minister would monopolize the power, he divided up the prime minister's power and set up three divisions to plan the prime minister.Fearing that the Empress Dowager would come to court, he praised morality and ethics, and Cheng Zhu Neo Confucianism began from this.

Because he fears everything, he destroys everything.

Zhao Yiyi said to Fan Zhongyan: "I am afraid of too many things. I am afraid that the Liao people will go south, that the Yellow River will flood, that the harvest will not be good in the coming year, and that Jiang Ping's factory will go bankrupt due to poor management. But the only thing I am not afraid of is you. "

He counted on his fingers: "You, Di Qing, Bao Zheng, Jiang Ping, Yan Shu...you are all my heart."

Zhao Yiyi pointed to his chest and said: "Look, heart. How can I be afraid of you. I believe that you will have one heart for me and will not have two hearts. You should also believe in me."

As a time traveler with a golden finger in his hand, he is naturally more broad-minded than ordinary emperors.

Don't use people with suspicion, don't use people who are suspicious.

If he was really worried that Di Qing would collude with Fan Zhongyan to his detriment, why didn't he let these two hold the power in the first place?

People change, he knows that.

Zhou Gong was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang remained courteous.

But some things will not change, such as rivers, lakes and seas, torrenting.

He looked at Fan Zhongyan and thought to himself, even if I don't have a system that can monitor the loyalty of my subjects at any time, I am still willing to believe in you. People who worry about the world's worries first and enjoy the world's joys later will not degenerate into slaves to power.

Zhao Yiyi let out a long sigh: "Fan Qing, it's really not easy for me as an emperor. I promoted you, Di Qing, and Bao Zheng so that you can help me solve my problems, not to make myself unhappy. "

"We are together, and I still need you to guard this country for me."

He assigns power to these people, hoping that they will also bear the obligations of power.If he was really the kind of suspicious emperor who saw two courtiers become in-laws and was afraid that they would unite to usurp his throne, he would let Liu En serve as prime minister and privy envoy at the same time.

One step in place, completely solve the problem of courtiers' monopoly.

But he won't do it.

Trust is a very precious thing. He pays it very carefully, but once he gives it, he will not take it back easily.

It's not worth it for him to attack his own royalist leader for such a thing that a little girl falls in love with a young man.

Marry whoever you fall in love with, why come to me for such a big matter?

Zhao Yiyi smiled and said: "It's not a big deal that Lingai prefers Di Qing. He is so good-looking, which young girl doesn't fall in love with him? You go and talk to Di Niangniang. If the other side is willing, it's a concubine's love. Consensual, I will give you a marriage, from now on the two families will be one family, harmonious and beautiful, how wonderful."

Fan Zhongyan was stunned for a while, and finally said: "I thank the officials."

Zhao Yiyi waved his hand: "Go, the Eight Sage Kings are still waiting for me. Go and talk to Di Qing clearly, I am waiting for your good news."

He had a premonition that this would happen.

Di Qing is currently focused on his career. He has just returned from fighting in Xixia, and he has to prepare to take over as the privy envoy. He is not busy enough, so he has no time to worry about his marriage, let alone which girl he has a secret crush on.

Di Niangniang is his recognized aunt, with a noble status, as long as Di Niangniang passes this test, Di Qing will naturally not object.

Anyway, he doesn't have a sweetheart himself, and marriage matters have always been ordered by his parents and the matchmaker's words. Niangniang Di decides for him, so he won't have any opinions.

And Di Niangniang was born in a rich family, and she has a high degree of affection for literati like Fan Zhongyan. It is of course a good thing that his daughter wants to marry his cheap nephew.

Zhao Yiyi put his hands in his hands and smiled with satisfaction.

Being good-looking is an advantage. You see, Di Qing has only been back for a few days, and the major events in his life have already been decided.

When he also married Miss Fan and had a baby, Zhao Yiyi's heart could really be put in his stomach.

There is no need to worry about the day when Bao Zheng and Di Qing will ascend to heaven without looking back.

Fan Zhongyan left the palace in a daze, and when he returned home, Mrs. Fan was sitting in the room with tears all over her face. When she saw him, she quickly wiped her face: "I'm back."

Fan Zhongyan nodded: "I'm back."

Mrs. Fan got up: "I'll go and see Ling Yi..."

Fan Zhongyan said: "Don't go yet."

Madam Fan turned her head and asked puzzledly, "Master?"

Fan Zhongyan let out a long sigh of relief: "Clean up first, and go to Nanqing Palace."

"Nanqing Palace?"

"Yes", Fan Zhongyan nodded: "Go to the Nanqing Palace, ask to see Di Niangniang, and say that my family has a daughter who is worthy of Di Qing. Di Qing's parents are not around now, and the marriage is all decided by Di Niangniang. If Di Niangniang agrees, I will enter the palace tomorrow and ask the official to issue a marriage order."

"How could it be..." Mrs. Fan's eyes could not help but widen, and she said in disbelief: "How could it be..."

She took a few steps closer to Fan Zhongyan, pulled his sleeve, and whispered eagerly: "Master, do you agree with Ling Yi and that Di Qing?"

Fan Zhongyan looked down at his sleeve and said with a wry smile: "Madam, I have never disagreed."

Mrs. Fan wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said with a sob: "Yes, you never disagreed. You only said that you are a civil servant, he is a military commander, and both are high-ranking officials. The two families cannot marry. Why, now? Are you going to get married? You are no longer an official?"

Fan Zhongyan knew that she was blaming herself - compared to father, mother loves her daughter more deeply.Fan Lingyi's grief these days, in Fan Zhongyan's view, if he feels pity, Mrs. Fan must be [-]% or [-]%.

Mrs. Fan is a virtuous woman who is considerate of her husband's difficulties and understands his current situation of walking on thin ice, but this does not mean that she does not have the slightest bit of resentment towards her husband.

Looking at her daughter's thinning face, which mother can...

Fan Zhongyan found a seat and sat down, and said to Madam Fan: "Madam, I have misunderstood some things all along."

Mrs. Fan asked, "What's the matter?"

Fan Zhongyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's nothing."

How can he say that the emperor is a broad-minded and virtuous monarch who doesn't care about the twists and turns of the in-law relationship between his subjects?

It seems so, but not only so.

Madam Fan looked at him, and suddenly felt that her husband seemed to have broken free from the rotten ailment, exuding a high-spirited and brilliant radiance all over his body.

He said: "Hurry up and go to Nanqing Palace. We have to settle the matter of the child as soon as possible. In the next few days, the court will be busy with important affairs. I'm afraid the officials will not be able to take care of this side."

Mrs. Fan nodded: "OK."

She asked the servant to bring warm water, washed her tear-stained face, changed into a more decent clothes, and drove to the Eight Princes' Mansion to meet Di Niangniang.

Fan Zhongyan is a foreign minister, it is not easy to visit the emperor's biological parents, so he did not go with him, but sat quietly at home, thinking about what the emperor said today.

Two hours later, Mrs. Fan came back, her face was full of joy, she held the handkerchief tightly, and said in a low voice, "Mistress Di agrees!"

Fan Zhongyan's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, finally came to fruition.

He leaned back on the chair as if exhausted, and suddenly stood up again: "Come on, let's go and see Ling Yi."

Madam Fan nodded with tears in her eyes.

These days, my daughter is really suffering.

Fan Zhongyan lived a simple life, and the entire Fan Mansion did not occupy a large area. Fan Lingyi's boudoir was not far from the rooms of Fan Zhongyan and Mrs. Fan.

At this time, the shadow of the sun has not yet set, and there is still afterglow.Fan Lingyi was sitting by the window, holding a book in his hand, reading it engrossed.

The setting sun outlined her beautiful side face, and painted the light-colored gauze on her body with a layer of hazy light.

Fan Zhongyan looked at her figure and suddenly felt a little strange.

What happened to him before, that he wanted to ruin this girl's lifelong happiness for some inexplicable reasons?

Perhaps, as the emperor said, it was because of fear, because of fear.

The emperor said that he had never been afraid of them.

Perhaps they shouldn't be afraid of him anymore.

My daughter, if I fall in love with a man, I should try my best to fight for her, instead of asking her to let go of this concern, just because that man is an official in the same dynasty as me.

Fan Lingyi was fascinated by reading a book, and didn't realize that her parents had come to her side.

It wasn't until Mrs. Fan put a hand on her shoulder that she came back to her senses, quickly put down the book, got up and saluted the two: "Father, mother."

Madam Fan smiled and pulled her to sit down: "Lingyi, come and sit beside mother."

Fan Lingyi sat down obediently, only to hear her mother say: "Lingyi, your father and I have found a marriage for you."

Fan Lingyi was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "But it's up to the parents."

Mrs. Fan smiled and said, "You're wrong. This marriage is not something that the two of us can decide."

"Your marriage will be bestowed by the government."

Fan Lingyi was puzzled: "Why should my marriage be bestowed by the government?"

Fan Zhongyan said: "Then Di Qing is the cousin of the official family, so his marriage must be decided by the official family."

When Fan Lingyi heard the word Di Qing, a soreness welled up in her heart, her eyes turned red at first, and her fingers trembled. After a while, she seemed to finally come to her senses: "What?"

She suddenly stood up: "What do you mean?"

Seeing her daughter lose her composure like this, Mrs. Fan burst into tears.

She hugged Fan Lingyi tightly: "My poor daughter! It's all over now, the officials have agreed to the matter between you and Di Qing, and you will marry him in the future!"

Fan Lingyi asked in a daze, "Am I going to marry him?"

She is going to marry that young man who rode a horse on the long street a few days ago?

"I……"

She closed her eyes and hugged Mrs. Fan: "Mother... daughter is not filial..."

These days, she knows how much her mother has worried about her.

Fan Zhongyan looked at their mother and daughter crying, and comforted him: "Don't cry anymore."

"From now on, we don't have to be afraid anymore. Everything will be fine."