The struggle of the reborn prince

Chinese New Year is all about eating, drinking, and having fun. This year, the mansion gave away a lot of money. Even the small merchants in Zhoucheng know that several Zhuangzi there have paid their wages in advance, and those who drive the car to carry the burden come here to make a small fortune.The Zhao Mansion was not stingy with money, and hired a theater troupe and a juggling troupe, one inside the mansion and one outside the mansion, and the two stages were staged at the same time, making the New Year's Eve a lively one.

Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and after a few days of feasting, even 'Xiao Hei' and 'Xiao Bai' wanted to have some vegetarian food. Zhao Tun hid in the backyard today and did not go out. He is not a person who likes to be lively. There are also a few Zhang who are in charge, but as the head of the family, he has to deal with some things.

Today, Zhao Tong thanked the guests behind closed doors, stayed alone in the small study, dug out his own set of tools, and carefully inserted a kraft paper roll into a fire cap. These fire caps were improvised by Zhang Liujin that day. , he connects the two firmly.Then he took out a piece of issuing paper, cut it carefully and put it into a copper cap made of thin copper skin, and put it on the fire cap.

"Shhhh..." Zhao Tong let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his hands on his clothes, carefully poured out some gunpowder that he prepared from the box, and weighed it on a small scale used for grasping medicine in the pharmacy Weighed it, then poured it into a paper tube, picked out the dim sum on the table and stuffed it into the paper tube, and pestered it twice with a cleaning rod to seal the mouth, and an 'empty bomb' was made.

"Damn it, let's see if we can succeed this time?" Zhao Tun fixed the bullet, and then hit the primer with a small hammer. There was a crisp 'bang' sound, and the paper tube was blown to pieces. There is too much gunpowder, and the mouth is still too tightly sealed!" He checked and spat out the medicine dregs that splashed into his mouth and muttered.

"Second Master, what's the matter?" Osmanthus fragrans outside the door opened the door and asked.

"It's okay, a firecracker fell into the brazier, you go!" Zhao Tang said with a sneer.

"Second Master, don't play with this in the house, it will be bad if it gets out of water!" Osmanthus frowned and said, looking at the scraps of paper on the ground.

"Okay, I got it, let's not do it!" Zhao Tong said obediently, Osmanthus gave him a blank look, with an expression on his face that it's strange to believe you.After the sweet-scented osmanthus went out, Zhao Tang started to repeat the work just now. For a whole half a day, the sound in the study didn't stop, but it was soon drowned out by the bursts of firecrackers outside, which didn't attract the attention of outsiders.

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"Shunzi, hasn't there been any news today?" Huang Jingchen may be old, and he doesn't like to be lively. The cat drinks tea and reads in the house, avoiding the noise outside.

"Sir, no!" came a reply from the corner, if he hadn't answered, no one would have noticed that there was still a person standing there.

"Yeah!" Huang Jingchen nodded, put the book on the table and stood up. He was a little irritable, and he couldn't explain why.

Early in the morning of the first day of the lunar new year, the prince came to pay him New Year's greetings, and actually performed the gift of a nephew, which surprised Huang Jingchen and moved him.As a cleanse person, he knows that he is doomed to have no heirs in his life. He also thought about adopting a nephew from his own family like other influential companions, but he found that these people were either out for his money or for his power. This made Huang Jingchen's heart feel cold again, and he gave up this idea, but why is the prince like this?No matter the money or power, he is not comparable to a down-and-out person. The only reasonable explanation is that the prince regards himself as a caring person and an elder!

"What's the matter with the high official? Could it be that he is still reluctant to part with his position in the palace and wants to return to the court?" Shunzi looked at him from the corner. As soon as the first month entered, Huang Jingchen felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he had to ask Jingli every day news.

In fact, Shunzi misunderstood him. Huang Jingchen was thinking about the story that the prince told him that day, that he was going to become the prince in the first month of this year. Maybe Zhao Tian had forgotten about it long ago, but the old man hadn't forgotten it, and he was always worried , because according to the system of the Great Song Dynasty, the prince must be crowned king, but it is not a step-by-step direct crowning of the king. This rule has been revised several times.The most recent time was during the reign of Emperor Renzong. Daizong Zhengji revised the practice of giving names to officials by the clan, and changed the previous practice of giving names to officials at the age of seven to the first three-year ceremony after the birth of the eldest son. The youngest son was set at five years old, but The official rank conferred is generally public or marquis, and then slowly promoted until the 15-year-old crown ceremony and the title of king.And the king is divided into the county king and the prince. Now that Zhao Tuo has surpassed the old system to become the county king, will the emperor break the old system again?

"Coo coo..." Suddenly there were a few cries of pigeons outside the window, Shunzi leaped up, opened a small window, grabbed a snow-white pigeon, looked up and down, and lifted it on his lap. Putting down a thin bamboo tube, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he stroked the white feathers of the pigeon, took out the beans from his pocket and scattered them outside the window, and as soon as he let go, the pigeon flew out, happily pecking at it.

"Sir, news from Beijing has arrived!" Shunzi took out a roll of paper from the bamboo tube and handed it to Huang Jingchen with both hands.

"Oh, read!" Huang Jingchen sat down on the chair, picked up the teacup and said, Shunzi's sharp eyes noticed that his hands were trembling slightly.

"Yes!" Shunzi unfolded the note and put it under the lamp, "The Holy Majesty issued an edict to pardon members of the Yuanyou party. Ministers of Yuanyou who stipulated membership in the party, except for those who complained about treachery and slandered the court, the rest depended on the seriousness of the circumstances. They were naturalized in batches; people from Fuzhou, Anhua, Yuzhou and other places all belonged to our dynasty one after another, with a population of nearly 30 and an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles. Cai Jing led hundreds of officials to express congratulations. The economic envoys appeased the people of Yuzhou, Zhao Tai and others, as Liaozhou, and the land of Fuyi as Zhenzhou..."

"Is that all?" Huang Jingchen frowned and asked.

"Oh, sir, there is one more!" Shunzi flipped over the note and said.

"Hurry up!"

"The Holy Majesty promulgated an edict on New Year's Day. The emperor's eldest son, Xuan, changed his name to Heng, and was granted the title of King Ding; the second son, Tuan, was granted the title of King Yan; the third son, Kai, was granted the title of King Yun; the fourth son, Ji, was granted the title of King Jing; the fifth son, Shujin, was granted the title of King Ding Feng Su Wang; Liu Ziqi, Qi Zixu, Ba Zifu, and Jiu Zigou are all dukes of the state...what's the matter with you, high official?" Shunzi was thinking about it and suddenly found Huang Jingchen sitting on a chair with a flushed face and a cup of tea in his hand He didn't feel it when it was all over the front, he hurried forward to support Huang Jingchen and asked.

"Really, it's true, what he said is actually true..." Huang Jingchen seemed to be unaware, and muttered to himself.

"Sir, what are you talking about?" Shunzi was terrified, shaking Huang Jingchen and asked loudly.

"Haha..." Huang Jingchen suddenly put the teacup heavily on the table, laughed like crazy and patted Shunzi's hand and said, "Shunzi, we have met the Ming Lord!"

"Is the official crazy? You won't be mad because the prince was made a prince by the county king!" Shunzi has never seen Huang Jingchen, who has always been happy, angry, sad, and happy, lose his temper. "Come on, hurry up!" Call Doctor Wang..." He shouted to the little yellow gate guarding the door.

"Why call him?" Huang Jingchen slapped down the table and shouted, "Go and let the people in charge go to the front hall to discuss matters. We got the letter today, and the imperial envoy who will announce the decree will arrive tomorrow. We need to prepare. I will inform the prince!"

"Yes, sir!" Shunzi agreed while wiping his sweat, as long as the old man wasn't crazy, he disappeared like a puff of smoke.

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"My lord, my lord..." Zhao Tun was concentrating on making the fifth bullet when the door was suddenly knocked open. He looked up and saw the old man Huang rushing in, grinning and shouting, his hands trembling. When the bullet really fell into the brazier, there was a loud 'bang', and sparks flew everywhere.

"Uncle Huang, have you run into a ghost?" Zhao Tang complained while pouring tea and water to extinguish the fire in a hurry.

"Sin, sin, the old man shocked the prince, I was so happy, I lost my composure!" Huang Jingchen stamped out the scattered sparks with his feet, and said with a smile.

"What a good thing, making Uncle Huang so happy!" Zhao Tang shook his clothes, and there were a few more holes in the fine satin robe.

"My lord, there's news from Beijing that the emperor has ordered you to be crowned Prince Yan!" the old man said while saluting.

"Uncle Huang, haven't I told you already, it seems that you still have doubts about me!" Zhao Tun said with a bitter face, the old man's face was flushed, don't get a cerebral hemorrhage because of this , Myocardial infarction, and there is no Suxiao Jiuxin Pill at the moment, wouldn't it be wrong to die.

"The old man believed it, and this time I wrote back. The prince must be very human to get the advice of the immortal master. One day in the future, he will be compared to the Great Treasure. I had no eyes before, and I still hope that the prince will be gracious!" Huang Jingchen said solemnly with a shame on his face.

"Uncle Huang, I was rejected by my father and was forced to leave the palace and leave the capital. I am alone and helpless. Thanks to you, you have never left me and accompanied me to this poor village. I have long regarded you as my relative!" He supported Huang Jingchen in the first two steps and said.

"My lord... I am ashamed to call you uncle!" Huang Jingchen said with tears in his eyes.

"Uncle Huang, the immortal master warned us that the Song Dynasty will face a catastrophe within 20 years. As a prince, how can I just sit back and watch foreigners occupy my great land and slaughter my people in the Song Dynasty, and let us fight to meet the coming catastrophe? !"

"My lord, this old slave will follow my lord by jumping horses and spears, clearing out the barbarians and keeping the Song Dynasty peaceful, even if I am so utterly terrified!" Huang Jingchen said firmly, holding Zhao Tong's hand, no one knows who is old and who is young today. This holding of the two hands is actually the beginning of changing history.

"Okay, let us work together for the prosperity of the Song Dynasty and the stability of the people, and face this catastrophe together!" Zhao Tuo knew that Huang Jingchen had surrendered at this time, and he got a big help.

"My lord, if you are going to be a big man, you should stockpile food, train soldiers, and gather wealth, but now you are throwing money around, isn't it the opposite!" The two sat down again, Zhao Tong poured him hot tea, and Huang Jingchen asked.

"Uncle Huang is right, this matter is too big, but our father and I can't stop the million cavalry of the barbarians no matter what!" Zhao Tuo said with a smile, "Now we are too weak, if we collect food For military training, I am afraid that the emperor will cut off our heads first, and even the empress will be difficult to save, so we can only take it slowly..."