I studied in modern times

Chapter 4

Zhao Xu's first breakfast in eight years after returning to Yuanfeng was ordered by himself.

A piece of cheese, two hard-boiled eggs, a small bowl of porridge and rice.

Just when the meal was over, Feng Jing also came back.

So Zhao Xu didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately ordered Feng Jingyan to spread the ink and spread the paper, and to copy it on a desk in the hall that he used for writing.

However, when Zhao Xu saw the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures brought back by Feng Jing, he was absent-minded for a moment.

"Is this God's will?" He murmured softly.

The memories of the previous life flashed back in my mind.

In Funing Hall, ministers gathered.

The curtain has been lowered, and the mother-in-law is in charge of politics.

Young Zhao Xu, being hugged by someone, walked out from behind the curtain.

The chancellors of the two governments bowed their hands together, bowed long and saluted His Highness.

At this time, from the curtain came the voice of the mother-in-law: "The prince is handsome and eager to learn. He has already recited seven volumes of "The Analects of Confucius".

Zhao Xu, who was young at that time, turned his head in astonishment, and saw the minister Zhang Maoze, who sent out two volumes of Buddhist scriptures from behind the curtain, and presented them in front of the officials.

After the ministers circulated it one by one, they all paid homage: "The emperor and the Song Dynasty have queens, and the community is lucky!"

At that time, the Buddhist scriptures passed by Zhang Maoze from the curtain.

It happened to be the Buddhist scriptures that Feng Jing took from Zi Shan Tang.

One is to eliminate disasters, and the other is to prolong life.

Zhao Xu recalled that the hand holding the pen had already left words on the Yuanshu paper.

Zhao Xu did not use his modern style of ostentatious writing.

Instead, it was well-behaved, and it was transcribed stroke by stroke in standard Guange regular script.

Word by word, line by line, from left to right.

Although he is only a child, he has small hands and strength, and his handwriting is shallow.

However, the writing is neat and orderly, the handwriting is clear, and the size and format of each word are almost the same.

This surprised the courtiers who were serving nearby.

"Your Highness's writing skills are so handsome, even when Wang Youjun was young, I'm afraid it was nothing more than that!" Feng Jing half sincerely, half praised by Ah Yu.

Zhao Xu didn't answer, but just copied on his own.

In my mind, those only fleeting memories remained, and began to flash back.

His father's unsmiling face was slowly colored.

The portraits of royal faces enshrined in Gyeongbokgung Palace gradually became real and warm.

In the ears, there seems to be the sound of the flowing water, the sound of silk, bamboo and elegant music.

The candlelight began to shine, and among the halls, the figures of ministers in purple robes with hairpin flowers and fish were reflected in their pupils.

"Sixth brother, come with me, don't be afraid!" His father held his hand, a small, thin hand, and came out from behind the curtain.

This is the Jiying Temple!

"This is the servant of the sixth son of my son!" The emperor smiled, and introduced to the ministers who filled the entire Jiying Hall: "I have made the king of Yan'an County, and I want him to come out of the cabinet in the next spring. At that time, I still need the blessings of all the ministers and prime ministers!"

The ministers were then divided into civil and military classes, went forward in separate classes, with courtiers' courtesy, to the father, and also to the little and thin Zhao Xu who stood beside the father, and congratulated him again.

It was many years later that Zhao Xu found out that his father had made elaborate arrangements for that night's grand banquet in the Hall of Valor.

Not only the ministers above the rank of attendant and generals above the rank of generals who are serving in Beijing, all convened.

It was a long time in advance, and many important ministers who were abroad were recalled, and complicated personnel arrangements were made at the same time.

Jingfu palace envoy, Wu Xinjun's stay, the deputy Duzhi, and Li Xian, the envoy of Xihe Lanhui Road Jinglue appeasement system, who are trusted and trusted ministers with heavy troops, were recalled by the imperial decree to attend the palace banquet that night.

There was another person who followed Li Xian back to Beijing.

Lu Shengqing, the transshipment envoy on the Hebei Road.

Lu Shengqing is not important, what is important is his elder brother Lu Huiqing, who was a scholar of Zizheng Palace, knew Taiyuan Mansion, and served as a conciliator of Linyan Road Economic Strategy.

Most of the Western Army is under Lu Huiqing's command, and most of the generals under him are military officials from the frontier since Xining.

In addition, Shangshu Youcheng and Zhongshu Shilang Wang Anli, who will be appointed as Jiangning's foreign ministers, were also specially arranged to sit next to the two prime ministers, so that Wang Anli could see Zhao Xu's appearance clearly.

And Wang Anli was Wang Anshi's younger brother, and Jiang Ning, who was his general, happened to be the place where Wang Anshi lived in seclusion after he begged to leave.

These people, together with all the serving ministers in Beijing and military officials above Hengban, attended the night banquet of Jiying Hall at the same time.

It is tantamount to declaring to the world that the king of Yan'an County is already the crown prince!

It's like putting an insurance policy on Zhao Xu.

If there is a change, the army of Li Xian and Lu Huiqing, together with the calls of brothers Wang Anshi and Wang Anli, can reverse everything.

not only that.

A few days later, Zhao Xu's father publicly announced something in front of the Zaizhi in Yanhe Palace.

"Yan'an County Wang Mingchun leaves the pavilion, and he should take the works of Sima Guang and Lu Gong as his teachers and protectors!"

This is double insurance.

With this decision, the old party entrenched in Luoyang was also united.

"Parents love their sons, and they must have a long-term plan!" Thinking of this, Zhao Xu couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion.

The hand holding the pen couldn't help shaking slightly, a few ink blots smudged on the paper, and the whole word became an ink blob.

Zhao Xu stretched out his hand, and Feng Jing, who was serving next to him, had already handed a piece of Yuanshu paper that was cut to the size of a word and handed it to Zhao Xu.

There were no pencils or erasers in the Song Dynasty.

What should I do if I make a typo?
The answer is very simple, just use a piece of paper, stick it on the wrong place, and write it again.

Zhao Xu pasted the paper on the typo.

In his memory, almost all the impressions about his father's health remained in that night in the Jiying Hall.

The rest, the ones that can still be remembered, are the father who is lying on the hospital bed with a thin face and pale complexion.

In his mind, the things that he only knew after he took office began to tumbling.

"I have a headache!"

"I'm so lonely!"

This is the confession of the minister Yan Shouqin. According to Yan Shouqin, these are the words that the father said to him when he came out of the Yanchun Pavilion in December of the seventh year of Yuanfeng.

The cold words, in Zhao Xu's heart, turned into painful and lonely moans.

As a king, the world is supreme.

But in the twelfth lunar month of winter, a person came to the lonely Yanchun Pavilion in the deep palace.

He had a headache, his feet fell, and he felt chills all over his body.

He already knew that he didn't have much time left.

But looking around, there was no one in the entire Imperial City who could comfort him and give him warmth.

In the huge palace city, he could only face the whole world alone.

Just like after Xining, he could only carry the banner of the reform and preside over the reform by himself.

So, in loneliness and despair, he came to Yanchun Pavilion.

There is the warmth and support he once had.

The relics and portraits of the only family member who understood him, encouraged him, and supported him were enshrined in Yanchun Pavilion.

Compassionate dedication to Empress Cao!
And according to the confessions of other ministers.

More than once, in December of the seventh year of Yuanfeng and the first month of the eighth year of Yuanfeng, they saw the officials and sobbed in the Yanchun Pavilion.

Thinking of his father's sobbing in the Yanchun Pavilion, thinking of his father, even if his foot fell and had a headache, he still insisted on arranging and laying out for him, Zhao Xu's hand holding the pen began to exert force, and tears began to roll in his eyes.

The handwriting under the pen began to deform.

But Zhao Xu kept transcribing, earnestly, and dutifully transcribing.

In my mind, more memories rushed out like a flood.

The emperor lying on the hospital bed.

In the curtain, the father kept nodding.

Watching with my own eyes, the father who was betrayed by the courtiers who were once close to him.

Zhao Xu's lacrimal glands were moistened, and the teardrops flowed down one by one.

Because, he thought of him in his previous life.

At this moment, at that time, he didn't know anything.

Even being taken by someone to Funing Hall, seeing the father lying on the imperial bed, who has lost the ability to speak, but only knows fear, only fear, only panic.

He didn't even know what his father had done for him, and the pain he had endured.

Tears flowed down her cheeks drop by drop.

Zhao Xu was completely immersed in his own emotions, forgetting himself completely.

"Father, Father..."

"My son was unworthy in his previous life, and later the family and country were lost, and the country was overthrown. You have worked hard all your life, and you have been trampled on by others, and you have been slandered and slandered for hundreds of years!"

"God has pity on me, to give my son a chance to start all over again!"

"Son, in this life, you will definitely make your career bigger and revitalize your foundation!"

"Making my Emperor Song honorable, revitalizing my country!"

……

After transcribing a volume of Buddhist scriptures, Zhao Xu picked up his pen and ink, and wrote respectfully after the Buddhist scriptures: The servant of the king of Yan'an County took medicine for his father and emperor for a long time, respectfully wrote the "Sutra of Disaster Relief", and prayed for recovery.

Then next to this word, write: I wish the mother-in-law a long life, the queen mother a thousand years, and the concubine mother a long life.

After finishing writing, Zhao Xu wiped away his tears and said to the side: "Feng Jing, hurry up and study ink with me!"

But he didn't hear Feng Jing's answer, nor did he see Feng Jing approaching.

Zhao Xu looked back.

Then he saw the two women who appeared behind him who changed his destiny in his previous life and also shaped him in his previous life.

Empress Dowager Gao, Empress Xiang.

One is his grandmother and the other is his de jure mother.

Even though he was prepared, Zhao Xu still couldn't hide the throbbing in his heart.

It made his lips quiver slightly, his eyelids twitch, his tongue became dry, and his voice stammered a bit.

"Mother... mother, mother... mother... empress..." Zhao Xu tried his best to calm himself down and control his emotions.

However, his legs and feet were still trembling uncontrollably.

Especially when Zhao Xu saw Empress Dowager Gao.

His body had an instinctive conditioned reflex.

That is the reaction engraved on the soul.

In the words of the new century: ptsd!

ten years!In his previous life, under the shadow of his grandmother, Zhao Xu struggled and feared for nearly ten years!
From the eighth year of Yuanfeng to the ninth year of Yuanyou!

It wasn't until the grandmother in front of him became immortal that Zhao Xu finally let go of the fear in his heart, and finally got back what he deserved.

Taking a deep breath quietly, Zhao Xu took advantage of the situation and threw himself into the arms of Queen Xiang.

Then, he choked up and sobbed.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Likuro is so scared!"

This made Queen Xiang feel a little helpless.

Empress Xiang is not like Empress Dowager Gao. Empress Dowager Gao was brought up by Ci Shengguangxian since she was a child.

After getting married, they just respect each other as guests.

The officials respected her a lot, but they just didn't like her.

She also understands why?
Empress Xiang was two years older than the official family. When they got married, the official family was still King Ying, who was less than [-] years old, and she was already twenty.

Besides, Queen Xiang's beauty can only be considered average.

She was able to marry an official family purely because the Empress Dowager Ci Shengguang Xian liked her and named her.

Officials have always been filial and kind, and they do not want to refute the Queen Mother's kindness.

After 19 years of ups and downs in this palace, after experiencing the early death of a pair of children born to him.

Queen Xiang has already looked away, and has no desires or desires.

To be honest, the fault is not that the official family is seriously ill and the country is in shambles, but there are strange movements among the clan, ministers, and officials.

Queen Xiang would rather eat fast and chant Buddha in Kunning Hall, and pray for her poor children than come out.

In previous years, unless it was a festival, the concubines, princes, and princesses in the palace couldn't see the legal mother of the Queen.

Therefore, at this moment, Queen Xiang was really at a loss.

It took a long time to come back to his senses, and he stretched out his arms to hug the sixth son who suddenly threw himself into his arms.

Softly comforting: "Sixth brother, don't be afraid! Sixth brother, don't be afraid! The queen mother is here! The queen mother is here!"

The eye sockets couldn't help but a little red.

Holding the child in her arms, Xiang Huang thought of her own child who died young.

The son who hadn't had time to open his eyes yet.

He is still so small, in the swaddling baby, so pitiful!
"If my son is here, I'm afraid he will cry in my arms like the sixth elder brother at this moment, please pray for my protection!"

"Mother's queen...Mother's queen..." The child in his arms hugged her tightly, tears wet the front of his chest.

Empress Xiang couldn't help shedding tears, hugged the child, and responded, "Sixth brother, the queen mother is here! The queen mother is here!"

The people around were all staring at this scene with blank eyes, and then were moved to tears.

Empress Dowager Gao couldn't help but wet her eyes.

She remembered the story between the emperor and his aunt, the empress dowager Ci Shengguangxian.

Although the empress dowager and the emperor are not biological grandchildren.

But far better than his own grandparents!
The emperor's pure filial piety and dedication to serving the empress dowager in the past were praised by everyone in the entire palace.

After the Empress Dowager became immortal, the emperor would visit the Yanchun Pavilion on every birthday and death day of the Empress Dowager to offer incense and tribute to the Empress Dowager.

On weekdays, I also go to Yanchun Pavilion, and often cry because I see the relics of the empress dowager.

"What a good boy!" Empress Dowager Gao couldn't help but say.

She stepped forward and looked at the Buddhist scriptures that had been transcribed.

Especially the text at the end of the sutra.

"The servant of the king of Yan'an County, taking medicine for the emperor for a long time, respectfully wrote the "Disaster Relief Sutra", and prayed for recovery!"

"May the mother-in-law live long, the queen mother will live forever, and the concubine mother will be happy forever!"

Other things can be taught.

But this filial piety, this intention, who taught it?
Moreover, just now, Empress Dowager Gao was watching her grandson with her own eyes, shedding tears while copying Buddhist scriptures.

Although tears flowed down my face, the transcription of the text never stopped.

This can only explain one thing: the emperor and the sixth brother are equally filial!

No one knew that at this moment, the corners of the Yan'an County King's mouth, who was sobbing into the queen's arms, turned up slightly.

his plan.

Opening his eyes in Qingning Palace, the plan that had surfaced when he returned to his youth, has taken a solid and reliable step!
He strangled the throat of his own destiny!
Queen!

Empress Dowager Gao can hang the curtain.

Can't Xiang Queen?
Only when the two saints hang the curtain can there be checks and balances!
Best of all, Queen Xiang has no desire for power at all.

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(End of this chapter)