The last conscience of the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 204
Yang Zhongmou became rich and began to recruit archers, and he recruited a thousand archers in each county.

This made the Liao people very nervous.

The Liao State sent people to inquire.

Yang Zhongmou replied: "I am just guarding against thieves and it is none of your business."

The Liao Kingdom was greatly stimulated.

At present, the Lord of Liao suddenly fell seriously ill. According to Cao Song's opinion, he probably would not survive.

And in Bianjing City.

On the first day of the new year, there were more than 72 people watching the competition for the strongest courtesan in the [-]nd main building. Those standing farthest away could not even hear a sound, but there was still a huge crowd.

As for Su Shi, he didn't care much about government affairs. At his age, only Liang Xin came to him to discuss matters.

Su Shi, Zhou Bangyan...etc., celebrities in Bianjing have come to write lyrics, poems and canons for the courtesans they support.

Liang Xin thought about it again and again.

Find Zhao Ji: "Brother Yi, you said that Duke Dongpo has come to an end. This seems to be an elegant thing."

Zhao Ji felt that his energy was useless at this moment. When Liang Xin said this, he immediately replied: "Ya, of course Ya, today I will write a poem that will be famous throughout the ages."

Liang Xin said to Zhao Ji: "Brother Yi, why don't you go to the end yourself? I'll ask the historian and find a few civil servants to boast about it. This is called having fun with the people."

Zhao Ji's eyes flashed instantly: "Of course, I am happy with the people, and the prosperous age of our Song Dynasty is coming."

"Well, then... have fun with the people."

“We must have fun with the people.”

Liang Xin nodded: "Then I will arrange the Oiran peak competition in the first grade of junior high school, the national player qualifying competition in the second grade of junior high school, the Cuju finals in the third grade of junior high school, and the Bianjing University Art Hall in the fourth grade of junior high school, which is competition of calligraphy, painting, and inkstone. The national player finals of the fifth grade of junior high school , a day off on the sixth day of the lunar month, and a big meeting on the seventh day of the lunar month."

"Okay, okay, okay." Zhao Ji spewed a series of good words from his mouth.

Liang Xin’s arrangement is great.

Liang Xin shouted: "Come here, we will change the official clothes. We will host the grand oiran competition in front of the palace. We will invite envoys from all over the world. We will invite celebrities from Bianjing. We will set up a banquet for the female family members. We will invite everyone in Bianjing to pay their royal responsibilities..."

"Yes."

A eunuch went to deliver the message.

Don’t worry too much about the school ground of the Dianqian Division. It has not been used as a school ground for a long time. It has been transformed into a stage and a stadium by Liang Xin little by little...

What needs to be urgently sent to take care of is the female guest seat.

The Queen, as the empress of the palace, is of course the first female guest.

The second seat is for the old lady of the Pan family. She is Cao Tan's grandma. Even if she doesn't come, she still has to prepare it. This is a courtesy.

They have high seniority and high status.

The first grade of imperial edict, the title of the prince of the deceased husband's county.

Cao Tan is at the fifth seat.

Even though Liang Xin was only a minor official of the eighth rank, the Cao family was powerful, and Cao Tan was born with money from the court every month.Cao Tan is now a second-class county lady, that is, a second-class imperial concubine.

Let's just say that Cao Tan and Li Qingzhao both had the title of Eighth Grade Imperial Order and An Ren.

Because she had a good sense, she picked out many treasures, and Zhao Ji sealed them.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Li Qingzhao is the most talented woman in Bianjing City.

The warm-up phase of the Oiran Peak Competition began, and Liang Xin was also present.

He, Xiao Fengxian, Brother Li Cha, and Duan Zhengyan, four 17-year-old boys, had a separate table.

Two tables on the front and two on the sides.

Liang Xin and Xiao Fengxian sat at the front, while Brother Richard and Duan Zhengyan sat at the side.

After sitting down, Xiao Fengxian asked Liang Xin: "I have a little doubt, and I don't know if you can answer it for me."

Liang Xin: "You asked. I don't know if you can answer it, but I am interested in hearing it." Xiao Feng asked first: "The Emperor of the Song Dynasty said in the court that he would go to war with the Khitan. These days, I have observed Bianjing City, and it seems that No ordinary person feels uneasy or nervous about this. Do you really think that your country, the Song Dynasty, is capable of fighting the Khitan with all its strength?"

Liang Xin burst out laughing after hearing this.

Xiao Feng asked first: "Why are you laughing? Can you answer my question?"

Liang Xin picked up the wine glass: "Drink one first, I really know this."

Xiao Feng drank the wine first, and then Liang Xin said: "You know what the Privy Council does, not counting the past, only the present."

Xiao Fengxian replied: "Of course I know this. The Privy Council is in charge of the army."

Liang Xin asked again: "Tell me, what are the responsibilities of the Privy Council? We belong to the Song Dynasty, not to your Liao Kingdom."

Xiao Feng thought for a while: "Protect the peace of your Song country?"

"wrong."

"Isn't it right?" Xiao Fengxian was a little confused.

Liang Xin said: "A few nights ago, the Privy Council returned to Bianjing from Yanzhou. My father went to welcome him in person and held a dust-cleansing banquet."

"Lu Huiqing?"

"Yes, that's him." Liang Xin continued: "His speeches are really powerful."

Xiao Fengxian poured wine for Liang Xin himself. He felt that this was a good opportunity to learn the secrets of the Song Dynasty, so he urged Liang Xin to continue talking.

Liang Xin continued: "He said that the value of the Privy Council is to make people believe that they can guard the Song Dynasty."

Xiao Fengxian: "Let us, the Khitan, believe it, or let the Xixia Kingdom believe it?"

"Do not."

"Do not?"

Liang Xin: "It is to make the ordinary people in Bianjing City or the ordinary people in our Song Dynasty believe it. But what is the truth, who knows!"

The charm of the Chinese language is most vividly reflected at this time.

After Xiao Fengxian heard these words, his first reaction was.

The Privy Council of the Song Dynasty fooled even its own family. It was clear that a war was about to begin, but it deceived the ordinary people in Bianjing City without knowing it. They only cared about the singing and dancing in front of them.

Duan Zhengyan silently picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

To him, the meaning of Liang Xin's words was divided into two. He could listen to it directly or think the other way around.

What is the truth?

I'm afraid only Liang Xin knows.

As for Brother Richard, this was not the reaction. In his opinion, this Lu Huiqing was either a good person, or he instigated a sneak attack on Xixia and robbed Xixia's important grain warehouse.

The more he fought against Xixia, the more he won, and the ordinary people in Bianjing City could naturally feel at peace.

But this winter in Xixia is quite difficult for them.

Liang Xin turned around and asked Brother Richard: "Brother Cha, have you mentioned it to your Xixia envoy Wei Ming Xihe? Regarding the marriage, think about it. We can pay for the dowry and give you two cities back." .”

Brother Richard feels a toothache.

Weiming Xihe has been suffering from insomnia and getting angry for many days in a row.

The Song Dynasty's attacks on Daxia never stopped, and they continued to attack them every day.

Often there are hundreds or thousands of people harassing me.

During the siege of Xiazhou City, those sent to rescue had been ambushed many times.The most irritating thing is that the Khitans didn't help them, didn't agree to the marriage, and didn't send troops. Aren't they afraid that Xixia would be beaten too badly and that the Song Dynasty would threaten their safety?

At this moment, there was the last warm-up performance before the oiran peak competition began.

I saw the middle door on the side of the school grounds in front of the palace wide open, and then several flags were raised, followed by many ordinary people holding high giant banners with words written on them.

(End of this chapter)