Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 1 Why does this young man look exactly the same as when I was young!
Qingli five years.

In Bianjing City, the new red sun sheds its light on this almost legendary city, revealing a majestic capital city that is extremely prosperous.

Zhao Zhen changed into casual clothes and personally sent Fan Zhongyan away from the capital.

The Northern Song Dynasty was poor and weak, and this situation became more and more serious after the Tanyuan Alliance. Some people in the court tried to improve all this through reforms, but it was obvious that the reforms failed due to the strong resistance of the feudal society.

Those who supported the reform, such as Fu Bi and Ouyang Xiu, were expelled from the court, dismissed from office, and demoted.

As one of the people Zhao Zhen admires most, Fan Zhongyan is one of them.

Fan Zhongyan looked at the emperor beside him. The emperor saw him off personally. How emotional he was!

"Officials, there's no need to give them away anymore. People outside the palace are very discerning. If someone sees the official family, I'm afraid it will be trouble again."

In the Song Dynasty, the emperor, as the king of a country, had a high status and could not leave the palace at will. After all, there was a lot of people outside the palace. If something went wrong, no one could bear the responsibility.

Zhao Zhen shook his head, but still insisted on sending his mentor and friend away. Fan Zhongyan was helpless.

In the fog that had not yet dissipated in the early morning, the two of them were walking side by side on the road in Bianjing. Fan Zhongyan was slightly behind by half a minute, but there was no sign of alienation. The two were like good friends in daily life.

Looking at the blossoming Bianjing City, Fan Zhongyan was filled with emotion.

"Guan Jia, I want this scene to continue forever!"

His eyes were full of reverence. It would be great if the Song Dynasty was really as prosperous and powerful as Bianliang City.

But in fact, the internal conflicts in the Song Dynasty had reached its peak. The large landowners annexed the land and expropriated it violently. The court emphasized civil servants over military officers, which resulted in the actual combat effectiveness of the army getting lower and lower. In the past few years, they fought against the Liao Kingdom and were defeated. Like mountains.

He was worried, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Zhen said with a solemn expression: "If the ministers in the court are like you, Xiwen, it must be possible."

Fan Zhongyan's name was Zhongyan, and his courtesy name was Xiwen. Zhao Zhen called him by this name, which shows his affection.

The two were silent for a moment.

Fan Zhongyan suddenly said: "I hope the officials will make a decision as soon as possible regarding the prince's affairs."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen smiled bitterly.

Perhaps it was God's revenge for his failure to govern the Song Dynasty well. Over the years, all his descendants died at a very young age. Now he only has a seven-year-old daughter, whom he regards as the apple of his eye.

But he is already 35 years old. Even ordinary people at this age will be criticized if they have no descendants in the family. After all, this means that the family has no heirs.

What's more, he is the emperor and regards the country as his home. Doesn't that mean that this country has no successor?
Nowadays, the most debated issue in the court is the reform, followed by the issue of establishing a prince.

The ministers suggested that a descendant of the clan should be appointed as the prince to establish the foundation of the country.

But Zhao Zhen resisted, but these ministers kept chattering, almost forcing him to establish a prince.

It's ridiculous!

When he has reached this stage, how can he give the position of prince to someone else's son? Is it possible that if that person is the prince, he will regard him as his father? !
This is unrealistic, and deep down, he must want his descendants to take over the country.

35 years old, in his prime, he will work hard for another two years
"Hurry up, the morning market has just opened, there won't be many people going to the fried dumplings."

"I waited in line for a long time yesterday to buy five, and today I want to buy them all!"

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Suddenly there was a noise in the distance, and many people rushed in one direction. Seeing this, Fan Zhongyan continued to persuade: "The officials should go back to the palace. There will only be more people after the morning market. Once someone knows that His Majesty is out of the palace."

Zhao Zhen said with a smile: "Only the few people in the world who have seen me have seen me are just a few people in the court. Besides, no one will recognize me dressed up like this." Then Zhao Zhen said seriously: "I still want to give you one as a gift. .”

After leaving the palace, Zhao Zhen spoke in the tone of the emperor for the first time.

Fan Zhongyan cupped his hands and thanked him, no longer trying to shirk the blame.

There was a roar of people in the distance, and it seemed that all the people who had just arrived were queuing up together. Seeing this, Fan Zhongyan burst out laughing.

"Speaking of that place, a young man opened a foot shop there half a month ago. There is a delicacy called fried dumplings, which attracts people nearby. I have also tried it before. It is really delicious."

Zhao Zhen's expression did not change. Now, in his opinion, any delicious food was tasteless.

Qingli's New Deal failed, and he had to demote his mentors and oust Du Yan and others. Now both the DPRK and China are old parties that oppose administration.

To put it harshly, it is not an exaggeration to say that I am helpless.

Fan Zhongyan suddenly raised his hands to Zhao Zhen and said with a smile: "Although I left Bianjing this time, my desire to serve the country has not died. Now I am just temporarily retiring. But now I don't know when I will return to Bianjing. It's better to be an official." Please treat me to a meal of those fried buns?"

"What's the problem with a fried bun?"

Zhao Zhen laughed and agreed directly.

The two of them arrived at the foot shop. There were about 50 to [-] people in line here, making the shop packed and very lively.

I saw a young man busy in the store, and people around him kept urging him.

"Seller, I want twenty fried buns. I need them faster. I'm in a hurry to catch the carriage."

"Bring me thirty first. My brother at home is going to die soon. He just wants to take a bite of your fried buns before leaving!"

"Fart! Aren't you the only one in your family? But I really have a brother in my family."

The folk customs of the Song Dynasty were "simple" and this kind of thing was not uncommon and they were used to it.

But seeing the scene of people scrambling in front of them, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but smile at each other.

They were not in a hurry and lined up directly at the back of the queue, waiting for the queue to move forward like a snail.

Fan Zhongyan said with a smile: "Guan family, this place looks like this every day. The market just opened this morning. Let's hurry up, otherwise we would have to wait for half an hour."

Zhao Zhen nodded slightly. He didn't care much about this. He just felt that having such a popular shop in Bianjing city only made Bianjing more lively.

He looked at the shop, just a little confused.

Fried buns?I have never heard of it. Is it a new type of food?

The voice of the boy in the store came over.

"A fried dumpling costs a penny, so prepare your money first and try not to be crowded. Everyone has a share."

He started working in this shop at a young age and has never met his parents. He must have found a job in Bianjing by himself. He is a hard-working man!
Zhao Zhen thought so, and then looked at the young man.

The young man was wearing a cloth shirt with his cuffs folded up. He was busy and seemed to be a hands-on person.

The young man has a handsome face and a busy smile, which will surely attract the attention of countless women in the future.

But when he saw the young man's face clearly, he couldn't help but shrink his eyes and look shocked.

This boy is so familiar!
It seems like I have seen it somewhere?
wrong!

Why does this young man look exactly the same as when I was young!
(End of this chapter)