The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

The world is in chaos.

The foundation of national peace lies in the safety of the people, the root of the safety of the people lies in the land, and the source of the land lies in the officials, gentry and other families.

This is the root cause, but the officials, gentry and aristocrats are not just controlled by land, but also by the power of the pastoral land and the imperial power!
A gentleman's grace lasts for five generations, and a noble family's grace lasts for thousands of years, longer than an imperial dynasty.

From Zhao Yu's perspective, no matter what the reason is, it must be broken, shattered, and smashed.

Maybe in a few decades or hundreds of years, a new family will emerge, but he doesn't care. He only focuses on the present. Things in the long run are beyond human control.

Do my own thing, follow my heart, and solve the current problems.

There is no dynasty that will last forever, and no empire that will last for thousands of years. If one day in the future, his descendants are unfilial, the Qin Dynasty will also decline. Why should he worry about future affairs?
He is not a saint, and he does not dream of doing something great to bring peace to the world forever. In reality, he cannot do it, not even a saint can do it.

Just live in the present, and maintain it as long as you can. As long as you have tried your best and done it, it's fine.

At this moment, there was chaos in the court, among the people, and across the country.

It started with a small chaos and gradually turned into a big chaos. Zhao Yu was different from emperors in all dynasties. He was blessed with too many things. He was the leader in the literary world, the top scholar, and he visited the people privately. He wore a white dragon and fish costume, was brave and chivalrous, stood up for the people, fought wars in the south and the north, drove out the Tartars, expanded the territory, and dominated the world.

Whether among the people, in the underworld, or in distant places overseas, his reputation is unprecedented.

The emperor wanted to rebel and be the biggest leader of the rebellion. He wanted to get rid of corrupt officials and smash the aristocracy and evil gentry. The emperor called on the people of the world to take action together and support them, saying that all the people were the emperor's soldiers.

Every citizen is a soldier, the emperor’s personal soldiers!

Except for the emperor, they listened to no one else. What about the village head, the village magistrate, the county magistrate, and the county magistrate? Chaos was everywhere, and the situation was getting chaotic. All the provinces in the Qin Dynasty were in turmoil.

From a small chaos to a big one, from a big chaos to one that is out of control, from probing to taking action, from taking action to using heavy force.

From the inferior gentry to the nobles, from the nobles to the government, from the government to the wealthy, from the wealthy to the imperial court...

They started with a siege, then a fight, and then, in the name of the Imperial Guard and based on the people's will, they listed the crimes and criticized and punished them.

The Imperial Guard was a name coined by Zhao Yu. It was a civilian army, and all rebellious civilian armies were called the Imperial Guard.

It's just like a real rebellion. You have weapons, and so do we. You have people, and we have more.

Under Huang Gu's command, each person in Suiyu Tower was responsible for an area, dividing Daqin into 108 pieces. Each person considered himself the leader of the Imperial Guard and was directly under the emperor.

A single spark can start a prairie fire. This process is actually very difficult and not easy.

The various imperial guards are relatively stable at the moment. Except for a few who are ready to make moves and are secretly planning something, the rest are staying in their camps and not paying attention to local affairs.

But even so, most of the people in Suiyulou in various places were assassinated.

The people in Suiyu Tower all had titles, and some even had assignments in the court, all of them were appointed officials. But even so, they were counterattacked by the local gentry, and the situation was like a fight to the death.

In the late autumn of the ninth year of Tianjian, Zhao Yu climbed up the Xuande Gate Tower. He had not attended court for more than half a year, and this was the first time he appeared in public.

There was a huge crowd of people in front of Xuande Gate, including not only local residents of Tokyo, but also many people who came from other places and from all over the country. They had all received the news in advance and came to listen to the emperor's instructions.

At this moment, the court meeting had not yet dispersed, but the news of Zhao Lu ascending the Xuande Tower had already spread.

Zhao Xi was panicking in the Zichen Palace. He felt that the situation in the world was going against what he had expected and was becoming increasingly out of control.

Ever since the notice criticizing the old times was issued in early spring, the world had changed. It had become strange. Even the city of Tokyo had begun to feel strange and terrifying to him.

He hurriedly asked all the officials how to respond, and all the officials looked unhappy. No one expected that Zhao Yu would go to the palace gate tower to face the people directly. This not only broke the rumor that Chun Tian was ill, but also confirmed the authenticity of the list of the old era. That list was the emperor's order.

Nowadays, everything is in chaos. Although Tokyo is slightly better, it is only within the city. The suburbs outside the city have long been in chaos. The gentry abandoned everything on their farms and hid in the city, repeatedly asking the court to quell the unrest.

But although Zhao Xi had this intention, he did not have the power because he could not mobilize the imperial guards.

It cannot be said that they could not be mobilized at all. Only a small number of troops could be mobilized. However, they were also troops in the city, not stationed troops. This was all thanks to Yang Zhi's maneuvers.

These troops can maintain the safety of the residences of court officials, but they are simply unable to quell the unrest in Tokyo.

Besides, Tokyo is not like other places. It is not easy to start a war. Once it starts, no one knows what the consequences will be. "Prince Regent, send the imperial guards to disperse the people." An official suggested.

"Send the imperial guards..." A bitter look appeared on Zhao Xi's face. Lu Junyi and Du Fu both made excuses not to attend the court, and Tan Zhen had been stationed with his men on the banks of the Yellow River in the north of the city, and rarely even returned to Tokyo.

He wanted to dismiss the three people, but he was different from the regent Zhao Yu. Not only did he not have the seal, but the army did not recognize his orders, so he could not dismiss them at all.

He couldn't help but look at Yang Zhi, who also frowned and said slowly: "Regent, I think... it's better to dispatch the local imperial troops to Beijing to quell the rebellion!"

Zhao Xi's eyes lit up: "Yang Tongzhi, where do you think we should mobilize the troops?"

There were dozens of troops stationed outside the Song Dynasty, and several of them were secretly communicating with him, including three in the south and two in the west.

Yang Zhi said, "The nearest one is Song Jiang from Shaanxi Road. I think we should ask Song Jiang to bring his men here first."

Zhao Xi said: "That's fine, but if Your Majesty shows up now and does this, will it be..."

All the ministers frowned and thought when they heard this. This was a difficult problem. Now they could vaguely see what Zhao Yu was thinking. He wanted to dig out the roots of the gentry in the world. But digging out the roots of the gentry would be equivalent to digging out their own roots. How could this be possible?

Someone immediately came out and said, "Your Majesty, I think we should bring the Emperor back to the capital. As long as the Emperor is here, the matter of mobilizing troops will not be criticized by the world and will not become a flaw of the Regent."

"Bring the retired emperor back to Beijing?" Zhao Xi frowned slightly, then began to think.

"The regent now holds great power and has a solid foundation. The emperor is old and will not have any other ideas. As long as the regent is willing to take me back to the capital, the emperor will definitely support the regent's actions."

"Okay, let's do it!" Zhao Xi gritted his teeth and immediately issued an order.

Shaanxi Road, Jingzhao Prefecture, Pacification Office.

It was already evening, but there were no candles lit in the magnificent hall and everything was dim.

In front of the window, there was a man standing with his hands behind his back, wearing simple clothes and with an ordinary appearance.

"Brother, drink it. This is the last favor I can ask for you."

Song Jiang sat on the chair blankly, looking at the figure, then glanced at the poisoned wine on the table: "Second brother, you, you..."

Next to him was Wu Yong, who looked as pale as death.

Standing behind him was Li Kui, who was drunk, staring at the wine jug and licking his lips.

"Brother, I am wrong, don't say anything more. I will take you back to my hometown in Shandong and bury you properly. Your nephew Anping will also visit your grave every year and will not let you become a wandering ghost."

"The pedant drank it too."

"Tie Niu doesn't need to drink. Your Majesty didn't tell Tie Niu to drink."

Song Jiang was stunned and silent for a long time before he said, "Second brother, when did you learn such powerful martial arts?"

"I have been learning since I was a child, but my elder brother never paid attention to it."

Song Jiang was stunned again after hearing this, then he laughed miserably, shook his head, his eyes a little dazed, and said to himself: "My heart is in Shandong, but my body is in Wu. I am drifting on the rivers and seas, complaining in vain. If I could fulfill my lofty ambitions, I would dare to laugh at Huang Chao for being a coward. Hahaha, forget it, forget it..."

He raised his hand and filled a cup with the poisonous wine, then tilted his head back and drank it all.

Wu Yong, who was standing next to him, had a pale face and said nothing. He also poured a glass of wine, but did not drink it as happily as Song Jiang. Instead, he hesitated for a moment before closing his eyes and pouring the wine into his mouth.

"Brothers, you are drinking, why don't you call me Tie Niu?" Li Kui came around drunkenly, without even looking at the two of them, he reached out and grabbed the wine pot.

"Your Majesty said Tie Niu doesn't need to drink the poisoned wine." Song Qing still stood in front of the window with his back to the room, but frowned.

“What does it mean that the wine is poisonous or not? My two brothers have already drunk it, so I, Tie Niu, want to drink it too!” Li Kui said as he put the spout of the pot to his mouth, and with a few “gulps”, he drank the whole pot of poisonous wine…

(End of this chapter)