In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 556 Kublai Khan comes to visit

Qin Zhonghu tried to persuade him but failed, so he had no choice but to order two teams of guards. After everyone changed their clothes, they followed Zhao Yi out.

After going out, the two teams of guards dispersed one after another, in groups of two or three, within fifty meters of the carriage.

Qin Zhonghu and four guards followed around the carriage.

There aren't many people following me like this, so it's not too conspicuous.

Daming City is still quite prosperous now. The war has been settled for more than a year. There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city, there are many merchants coming and going, and the streets are very lively.

Of course, there are also Song troops patrolling the streets, and groups of Song troops can often be seen. This is one of the reasons why Qin Zhonghu is willing to come out.

The Song Army's dominance here is pretty good. If there is an emergency on the street, the Song Army can always get support from the Song Army.

At this time, Song Jun's new order has not been officially issued, and the pedestrians on the street looked calm and not panicked.

Zhao Yi looked outside carefully through the car window curtains, his eyes full of curiosity.

After all, he was only fourteen years old, and he had been acting a bit strong just now. When no one was around, he still acted like a child.

Especially under the high-pressure management of Zhao Yurui, the pressure was still high.

He still remembered that when he was nine years old, he was running in the snow wearing a thin coat and almost died of illness when he returned.

But his father continued the next year, which frightened him.

Now that he was suddenly out of town, Zhao Yi felt like a bird out of the birdcage, and everything became extremely relaxed.

Power is the charming fragrance, Zhao Yi silently thought of his father's words.

Uncle Cui just now dared to oppose himself.

It's a pity that I can't have the final say, otherwise I will kill all these aliens secretly, who will I kill if I don't kill you? Zhao Yi thought secretly.

"Master, where are you going first?" Qin Zhonghu, the driver of the carriage, asked.

Zhao Yi thought for a moment: "Is there a place here to buy maids and servants?"

Qin Zhonghu was greatly surprised: "Can't we buy Song people?"

Of course there is a slave market in Lai City. Before the Song army came, slavery was here. Each city had its own slave owner, that is, a lord.

Although the lord has been killed, there is still human trafficking in the market. Most of the people who trade are locals, as well as people from the Abbasid dynasty farther west, people from the Ayyubid dynasty, and even Mongolians. people.

You can't buy Song maids and servants here, but Zhao Yi smiled and said, "I'm just going to buy some Persian girls. I heard they are quite beautiful."

"..." Qin Zhonghu.

If Chen Xiaodao were here now, he would definitely think about it. You really know how to play, better than your father.

Qin Zhonghu was impatient and sent someone to ask questions on the street, and then took Zhao Yi to a trading place in the east of the city.

There is the largest population exchange in Daming City, and Song Jun specially established a dental shop nearby to coordinate the transaction.

All human transactions here must be recorded and registered.

When they were approaching the market, the carriage could no longer be put inside and there were people everywhere on the street. Zhao Yi could only dismount and walk.

Five guards surrounded him and walked in carefully.

Zhao Yi looked around curiously. There were still the most Persians on the street, but there were also a small number of Song people and others, and even Mongolians could be seen.

Zhao Yi was very surprised. He lowered his head and asked Qin Zhonghu in a low voice: "Are there any Mongolians here?"

Qin Zhonghu also whispered: "Kublai Khan, Tuo Lei's son, surrendered. After going to the capital to see His Majesty, he came back and now serves in the army. It is said that there are thousands of Mongolian troops as servants in the army."

But Kublai Khan brought more than a thousand Mongolian troops to surrender, so many Mongolians stayed in the city and became ordinary people.

"What official position does Kublai Khan have now?" Zhao Yi had heard his father say this before. He was said to be somewhat talented and proficient in Chinese culture.

"It seems to be the county magistrate."

Zhao Yurui did not let him lead the army, but made him a county magistrate.

The county magistrate didn't have a chance to see Zhao Yi today, so he definitely didn't come.

Zhao Yi nodded and said nothing more.

Zhao Yi walked around outside that day and bought three Persian maids on the street.

The three Persian maids are less than forty years old in total. It is said that they are all the daughters of former Persian lords. One of them can also speak some Chinese.

Even though he was a vassal king, when he bought someone, someone from the local government still came to notarize and issue a certificate.

At this time, Zhao Yi discovered that each of the three maids had an identity certificate issued by the Yamen.

The identity certificate is made of thin copper, and the name, address, age, approximate height, appearance, etc. will be engraved on it. Some clear signs will be written on it, such as a mole on the left cheek.

When the yamen servant asked Zhao Yi to leave his address and later sent someone to the yamen to get proof of identity, he realized that the person in front of him was King Ming.

The yamen servant's face changed drastically, his attitude improved a lot, and he made it clear that there was no need for the palace to send someone to get it. They would send someone to deliver it after the certificate was completed, but.

After thinking about it for a while, the yamen servant still had the courage to say: "You dare me, but I have to say something again. According to the laws of the Song Dynasty, although these people are slaves of King Ming, they cannot beat or scold them at will, let alone execute them without authorization."

"According to the requirements of the imperial court, no matter who is the maid or servant in the house, they must report to the Yamen once a year. If they are young, they must change their identity documents according to changes in age, height and appearance."

Zhao Yi thought to himself, is this a way for his father to easily control the people?
Including the two Song dynasties, and many dynasties before the two Song dynasties, as well as the Ming dynasty that followed, when the court counted the population, like tenants in the homes of wealthy families, maids did not rule anything.

Now under the rule of Zhao Yurui, everyone has to be counted. Even the maids and servants of the palace must report to the local government office once a year to prove that this person is indeed still alive.

If he dies, he must report to the court the cause of his death.

Although it is said that this was done by Zhao Yurui to control the people and facilitate population statistics, it was also to protect these maid slaves.

Zhao Yi couldn't help but smile when he thought of this: "If they make a mistake, I can't deal with it?"

The yamen officer blushed and said: "Of course King Ming can deal with it, but -" he lowered his voice a lot: "It's best not to execute him easily, otherwise -" Otherwise it will be difficult for us to do it.

Don't take these words lightly, which actually means that it is okay, because you are the King of Ming, and you will definitely find a way.

Zhao Yi smiled and said: "I understand, if they make a big mistake, they will be sent to the Yamen for justice."

"This is the best." The officer was overjoyed.

Before leaving, the Yamen servant reminded Zhao Yi again that because he bought people, the court would re-count the population of the palace, how many servants there were, etc. This number would be updated every year.

On the way back, Zhao Yi felt that Daming City was relatively peaceful at present. After the Song army came in, the local Persians seemed to be used to it. After all, they had been under the rule of the Mongols before.

But Zhao Yi saw many men and women wearing hijab on the street, and he knew that once his orders about the purge began to be issued, there would definitely be a huge turmoil in the originally peaceful Daming City. Early the next morning, Zhao Yi got up early, and then trotted along the corridor with Qin Zhonghu in the yard.

This is his daily morning exercise course. In the past, he was forced to run by Zhao Yurui in the palace, but now that he is out, he does not dare to neglect it.

Because Zhao Yi himself didn't know if there were any spies from his father's royal guards in the palace?
After running around for about half an hour in the morning, he went back to wash himself, and then a teacher from the palace gave him a lesson.

This teacher was chosen by his father Zhao Yurui. He did not teach Confucian classics or anything like that, but only history.

The teacher's name is Chen Yan, the son-in-law of Liu Kezhuang, the envoy of Hainan.

Liu Kezhuang was considered a great Confucian of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was the first to leave the capital and go to Hubei Province. Later he moved to a senior official position and then moved to Hainan. He has been serving as an envoy. Zhao Yurui planned to let him work until he retired.

Son-in-law Chen Yan was also very talented. According to history, he was only admitted to the Jinshi at the age of 29. However, in the Song Dynasty of Zhao Yurui, he entered a government school very early and received the education of the court's new school, focusing on history.

Chen Yan is not very old now, only twenty-three years old, which is equivalent to a college student in later generations who has just graduated.

Zhao Yi was very polite and respectful to him, at least on the surface.

Because Liu Kezhuang had stayed in the cabinet and left the town, and had been appointed envoys in three places, he must have some connections.

Chen Yan waited for him to sit down, then immediately took the book and spoke.

At the same time, Zhao Yi shouted in his heart: "If you use history as a mirror, you can know the ups and downs; if you use people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses."

"Using history as a mirror, we can understand the ups and downs; using people as a mirror, we can understand gains and losses." Chen Yan said it almost at the same time as him.

It's the same thing again, and Zhao Yi is secretly bored.

Chen Yan taught him for more than half a year. This was the first sentence he started every day, and Zhao Yi was tired of hearing it.

But he didn't dare to show an annoyed look on his face. Instead, he smiled and nodded slightly, showing that he agreed with this sentence.

Chen Yan didn't know how Zhao Yi felt, and thought Zhao Yi was a student who listened very carefully.

"Today we are going to talk about the two sons of the First Emperor Yingzheng, Fusu and Hu Hai."

"Let's talk about Fusu first, the eldest son of Yingzheng. He is known in history as: resolute and brave, trusting in others and a warrior. He is tolerant and has political foresight--"

Chen Yan was speaking at length in front of the stage, and Zhao Yi was drowsy as he listened below. He was not interested in any of this because he had learned it in the palace when he was a child.

Every time he heard about people here, he would think, Fusu is just a bastard. If it were me, I would definitely kill the envoy first, and then raise troops to fight back to Xianyang. When will it be Hu Hai's turn to take over?
Hu Hai is also a SX. If it were me, after taking the throne, I would kill Li Si and Zhao Gao first. When will it be Zhao Gao's turn to turn a deer into a horse?
In the morning, Zhao Yurui arranged two classes for him, one was history, and the other was comprehensive history and geography.

Each class is not long, less than half an hour, with breaks in between.

The second class was actually conducted by a Persian. He mainly talked to him about the geographical location of Persia, the situation of surrounding dynasties, local customs, folk customs, beliefs and other basic information.

This was the first time this Persian taught him a lesson. After the first lesson, he introduced all the dynasties around Persia and even brought a map.

Zhao Yi was still quite interested in this class and listened with great interest, but the Persian didn't speak Chinese very well. Sometimes he would ask again, what did you just say?
After the two classes in the morning, it was his own time.

When Zhao Yurui was in Prince Yi's Mansion, he was also assigned a full schedule of courses, but later he took so many classes at once that he almost made the teachers angry to death.

Now he has very strict requirements on his son. After class every day, the teachers have to write down his performance after class. After collecting it every month, he will send it to the capital.

Therefore, Zhao Yi did not dare to follow me and not attend these classes, so he could only listen honestly.

The three sons of Zhao Yurui have different hobbies, and the one who loves martial arts the most is the third prince Zhao Yi.

During his own time in the afternoon, he would practice archery, flintlock shooting, and sometimes horseback riding, and he would be taught by royal guards.

This afternoon, he was practicing archery in the palace.

Pounce, with a soft sound, the arrow hit the wood and made a dull sound.

Zhao Yi closed his eyes and imagined an arrow hitting the human body. This feeling was really exciting.

It's a pity that you can't go to the battlefield in person? He closed his eyes slightly, looking a little intoxicated.

Qin Zhonghu, who was handing the arrows to the side, looked at Zhao Yi inexplicably. He had noticed Zhao Yi's expression more than once. It seemed that shooting and archery was a great enjoyment for Zhao Yi and could give Zhao Yi great satisfaction.

"Report" Suddenly there was a report outside.

Zhao Yi, who was intoxicated with enjoyment, suddenly woke up.

After a while, a sergeant came forward and said, "Kublai Khan, the magistrate of Changjiang County, would like to see His Highness King Ming."

"What?" Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment and then quickly reacted.

He looked back at Qin Zhonghu: "Where is Yangtze County?"

After the Song Dynasty occupied Persia, many place names were changed. Zhao Yi even came directly and changed the Persian Gulf.

Qin Zhonghu didn't know either, so he immediately asked someone to bring him a local map.

Zhao Yi just took this map from the Governor's Mansion yesterday.

On it were written the original place names of various parts of Persia, and the changed place names. As a result, it turned out that Yangtze County was a county next to the ancient city of Yazd, the headquarters of Zoroastrianism. It was also a town rich in Zoroastrianism.

Zhao Yi heard that Governor Zhang Xuan said that the local magistrate was also a ruthless man and cooperated with the Song army to vigorously exterminate Zoroastrian believers. He did not expect that the magistrate was Kublai Khan.

Changjiang County is still far away from Daming Mansion. With such a long distance, if Kublai Khan came over without being summoned, something must have happened.

"Ask him to wait for me in the living room." Zhao Yi said immediately.

He deliberately played for another two quarters of an hour before going to the living room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Kublai Khan standing in the hall. When he saw Zhao Yi coming in, Kublai Khan was smiling with no trace of impatience. He hurried forward to pay homage to King Ming.

"Meet the king." Kublai Khan knelt down to worship the king according to Mongolian tradition.

"Your Majesty?" Zhao Yi recited these words over and over again, feeling that they sounded quite pleasant, much better than King Ming's.

Of course, it might be more comfortable to call him "Your Majesty" or "Guanjia"? Woohoo, he suddenly felt a shiver all over his body. He thought of his father, Zhao Yurui, and quickly shook his head, abandoning this idea for the time being.

Father Zhao and Rui were like a big mountain, pressing down on the heads of their brothers. People like Zhao Yi would feel scared even thinking about it.

"Your Majesty?" Kublai Khan saw Zhao Yi in a daze and called out again.

"Ah, Fourth Prince, please sit down, please sit down." Zhao Yi reacted and quickly asked him to sit down.

Kublai Khan said respectfully: "Xiaguan is now just the magistrate of the Song Dynasty, and is no longer the fourth prince."

"Your Majesty, this is a small tribute from the official." Then he looked at a box on the table.

(End of this chapter)