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

Chapter 76 Uncle Guo, you actually brought me to see a beautiful woman!

In the palace, Zhao Zhen, who had just finished his morning court, breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the palace for breakfast.

Zhao Zhen lived a simple life and did not dare to be too ostentatious even with his royal life. Even during the upcoming Chinese New Year, he was not very luxurious.

Most of them are the characteristics of Bianjing people's New Year preparations. Zhao Zhen especially likes to eat fried rice cakes. He served a plate of nearly a dozen, and most of them were eaten by himself.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen seemed to be unfinished, Queen Cao Danshu ordered her servants to prepare another portion, but Zhao Zhen stopped her.

"How many fried rice cakes have the imperial kitchen prepared?"

Ren Shouzhong bowed and said: "Because of the new year, just like ordinary people, I have made a lot of preparations, and there are still some."

After hearing this, Zhao Zhen asked Ren Shouzhong to send someone to get it.

He is a generous and kind person, and he does this in order to prevent the people in the imperial dining room from being too busy. After all, it is also the Chinese New Year, and they are already disappointed that they cannot go home to visit relatives. There is no need to add more work to them because of his own ideas.

Soon, the fried rice cakes were brought, and Zhao Zhen lost his appetite after eating two pieces.

Cao Danshu on the side asked doubtfully: "Guan Jia, why don't you eat it? Is it because it doesn't suit your appetite?"

Zhao Zhen showed a smile and said: "I am already full. Ren Shouzhong, please give these remaining fried rice cakes to the palace people so that they can have a taste."

"The old slave takes orders."

After Ren Shouzhong retreated, Cao Danshu chuckled helplessly and said: "It seems that the officials have been full for a long time. It's for these people. If the officials want to reward them, just ask."

Zhao Zhen didn't elaborate much on this and stood up to leave.

Cao Danshu suddenly called Zhao Zhen and said: "The official family has been decorated inside and outside the palace. If the official family is in the mood, I am willing to accompany the official family to have a look."

Zhao Zhen shook his head and said with a smile: "I still have some memorials that I haven't reviewed yet. I trust the queen's ability, so I won't go."

After saying that, Zhao Zhen turned and left, leaving Queen Cao Danshu alone, with a heavy look of disappointment in her eyes.

Throughout the Song Dynasty, it was said that the officials and the saints were as harmonious as each other, but in fact, the two of them only pretended to be in front of all outsiders, and the actual relationship was not as beautiful as outsiders said.

Moreover, Zhao Zhen had never asked Cao Danshu to sleep with him since more than a month ago. Even if she offered to do so several times, she was shelved.

There seemed to be some kind of barrier between the two of them. Cao Danshu wanted to break it, but she was obviously unable to do so.
"Saint, all the royal ladies from all over the country are waiting outside the palace to pay homage to the officials and the saint."

"Invite them to the palace."

Outside the Chengtian Gate of the imperial palace, most of the officials who had retired did not leave. Instead, they stood together and waited neatly. Beside them, there were hundreds of luxuriously dressed women in groups. The individual shape, charm and appearance are beautiful.

Zhao He and Zhou Fei stared at the ground with their mouths watering.

Guo Huai on the side explained with a smile: "At this time every year, Mrs. Gaoming from all over the country will come to Beijing to celebrate the New Year, and the saint will personally receive them."

Zhao He nodded vigorously: "Uncle Guo, did you bring me here because you knew these beauties would be here?"

Zhou Fei also praised: "Old man, you know too much. I didn't even know there was such a thing in Bianjing for five years."

Guo Huai rolled his eyes: "I asked you to come to see this scene, not to see women!"

"Yeah, it's good to see the world!"

"That's right!"

"It's a pity that old man Fan didn't come with us. Otherwise, when he saw these beauties, his pretense of being a scholar would be exposed."

Zhou Fei expressed doubts about this: "I think Mr. Fan doesn't seem to be a fake, he is a real character."

Zhao He sneered at this: "Which man doesn't drool after seeing a beautiful woman? That old man Fan is only in his 50s, how can he not lift a gun?" "Tsk, that's what I said, but..."

Both of them looked at Guo Huai.

The latter's face immediately turned angry and said, "Look at what you are doing to me!"

After a while, the noble ladies seemed to have received some instructions and entered the palace one after another. Such a scene was truly spectacular.

Guo Huai meant that Zhao He could be exposed to these scenes earlier. After all, what he would face in the future would be hundreds of times greater than this, so there was nothing wrong with getting used to it in advance.

But Guo Huai's intentions were obviously misinterpreted by Zhao He and others.
In this regard, Guo Huai also showed helplessness. After all, Xiao Langjun's temperament is not very official.

It can be seen that this scene seems to be very calm, which is quite gratifying for Guo Huai.

Behind these officials is the bustling morning market. The morning market here only happens once a year. The vendors who come here are all very famous wealthy merchants in Bianjing, and they are definitely not the ones that ordinary street stalls can compete with.

The items for sale include luxury jewelry, rare treasures from the Western Regions, the Four Treasures of the Study, famous paintings, etc., and it only takes one morning.

In Bianjing, you can guarantee that these wealthy businessmen will set up street stalls to buy things like this only once a year!
Ordinary people can't afford it, and they generally won't come here to join in the fun, so most of the guests are the dignitaries of Bianjing, and there are also many scholars showing off their talents on the street in an attempt to be noticed.

Such a sight shocked Zhao He. It was impossible to spend money. The Huizhou inkstone with one hundred pieces was not something he could touch with porcelain. But if I pick it up and touch it, you can't say anything about me. .

However, the posture of Zhao He and the three of them today made it clear that they were the powerful children of Bianjing. Those with domestic slaves and retinues were often not ordinary people. Those wealthy businessmen would even take the initiative to invite Zhao He to watch.

There is no way, the temperament is here!
Coupled with Zhao He's high-pitched and low-key tone, even if they didn't spend money, those wealthy businessmen even thought that their own things would not be able to get into Zhao He's eyes.

Obviously, the movement here attracted the attention of some officials who had just retired.

Among them was the leader, Jia Changchao, the head of hundreds of officials wearing a red official robe.

The moment he saw Zhao He, he immediately hid behind someone for fear of being discovered by Zhao He.

If I were to communicate with him as prime minister, it would probably be very troublesome. We cannot expose it for the time being. Strategy 36 is the best option.
"Mr. Jia, what's wrong with you?"

Jia Changchao bent over and coughed lightly: "Hey, I feel uncomfortable and can't get up. If anyone doesn't mind, please help me."

As soon as he heard this, there were officials who wanted to show their faces and 'cover' Jia Changchao's departure.

Zhao He also noticed the movement over there.

"Tsk, he left before the new year was over. It's a pity that the old man was not lucky!"

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Guo Huai and Zhou Fei are both speechless. Can't you say something nice?

Don’t blame those people on Chonghe Street for scolding you like this, they did it all!
Zhao He didn't pay much attention and continued to look around, but this was not a good place to be 'accidental'. He might run into a nobleman's wife and concubines, and he would end up like this.

Suddenly, someone behind him noticed Zhao He.

"Does that person look particularly familiar to you?"

"When you say that, it really reminds me! That day at the Chunminglou Poetry Club, I bullied that boy from Qingqing!"

"You bastard, we actually bumped into you today!"

"If you dare to bully Qingqing, this person deserves to die!"

"To kill him!"

(End of this chapter)