Compete for the Song Dynasty

Seeing Chen Chengli make a fool of himself, even Emperor Yingzong laughed.Chen Chengli said with a bitter face: "My lord, this quill pen is really hard to use."

The emperor smiled and said to Prince Zhao Xu: "My lord, why don't you try it?" Zhao Xu hurriedly waved his hand: "I can't, why don't you let Wang Taibao try it, this thing was sent by him, presumably he has already used it. Skilled."

Wang Pang took out another quill, and today he specially brought several quills. For these quills, he plucked the wings of three or four swans, Wang Pang really felt a little distressed.If there is an animal protection meeting, you have to sue yourself.He held the quill pen in his hand: "Since Mr. Chen said that this quill pen is not easy to use, why don't I try it with him. Prince, what do you think we are worse than writing?"

Zhao Xu frowned and thought for a while: "Father, I have a suggestion. If you write a topic of your own choice, it will inevitably affect the speed of familiarity or unfamiliarity. Why don't I find a memorial from your Longshu case, and after a while, Let them compete in copying to see who can write faster and with better handwriting. This is more fair."

The emperor has not been so happy for a few days, especially today his health has improved a lot, and his mood has naturally improved as well.He nodded to indicate that Zhao Xu could do it, Zhao Xu went to the Long Shuan, read a few memorials, found the memorial with the name and said: "This is it!" After finishing speaking, he opened the notebook and put it on the table At that time, another eunuch grinded the ink and spread out the paper; Wang Pang and Chen Chengli were on the left and on the right, preparing to copy according to the memorial. [

When Chen Chengli saw that it was his own memorial, he was very happy. After all, he was already familiar with it after writing it once.Wang Pang was not timid, as Zhao Xu started to speak, the two of them started writing in a flurry.At the beginning, Chen Chengli wrote very quickly. He wrote ten characters, while Wang Pang only wrote five characters.Zhao Xu was secretly worried at the side, how did he know that Wang Pang's quill pen was not like using a fountain pen after all, the quill pen was light in the hand, and the old paper was not as hard as the later paper, Wang Pang Although Pang has already thought about writing running script in his heart, he still needs to grasp his strength.

However, the smoother Wang Pang's handwriting became, the more charming his handwriting became; moreover, the biggest advantage of the quill pen over the brush is the continuity of writing after the quill fiber absorbs the ink.Chen Chengli had to dip in the ink once to write three or five characters, but the quill pen used by Wang Pang could write ten or eight characters in one go.After half a stick of incense, Wang Pang's writing speed obviously surpassed that of Chen Chengli, and he finished copying the memorial very quickly.Song Yingzong looked at the handwriting written by the two people, stroked his beard and nodded, the boy next to Wang was still a bit interesting, and suddenly he remembered some things he saw in his dream, and Zhao Shu was a little dazed sitting there.

"Father, please decide the result of the competition between the two of them!" Zhao Xu reminded in a low voice.

Yingzong came back to his senses: "Naturally, the king of Zhennan is slightly better. You all step down. I have something to ask the king of Zhennan!"

The prince Zhao Xu was a little surprised, why his father suddenly became serious, he took the order to retreat, and the eunuch He, who was laughing behind him, also retreated.Only the emperor and Wang Pang were left in the room. Wang Pang lowered his head and waited for Zhao Shu to speak. He didn't know why Yingzong dismissed everyone. He heard Zhao Shu say, "Give me a seat!" sit down.

There was a suffocating silence in the room. After a long time, Zhao Shu asked in a low voice: "My lord, do you hate officials?"

Why did such a sentence come out of nowhere?Wang Pang raised his head, and Zhao Shu was looking at him. It was difficult to see joy, anger, sorrow and joy from Zhao Shu's face, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Listening to lies?"

"What is the truth, and what is the lie?" Zhao Shu asked with an expression on his face.

"A lie is hatred. I thought I would do my best for Da Song, but the Holy One made me not even see my wife and children for the last time."

Hearing what Wang Pang said, Zhao Shu frowned slightly. Wang Pang's words were somewhat beyond his expectation. This lie is hatred, but the truth is hatred to the bone? "What about the truth?"

"To be honest, I don't hate!"

"What's the reason?" Zhao Shu was surprised, delighted and curious.

Looking at the change in Zhao Shu's expression, Wang Pang thought to himself that Zhao Shu is so strange today. People often say that a person's words are good even when he is about to die. Is it possible that he wants to leave me some last words today?No matter so much, I can say what I think: "My lord, since ancient times, the royal family has changed dynasties and ruled the world. The first generation conquered the country, the second ruled the country, and the third generation guarded the country. It is easy to conquer the country and difficult to defend the country, not to mention The Great Song Dynasty of yours has already experienced the fifth generation. Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, there has been no good land. Naturally, in addition to worrying about foreign invasion, you are more worried about the power to bully the lord. It is really difficult to work hard to secure a stable position in the country, let alone you The country that took over was not passed down by my biological father. Therefore, I, the king, don’t hate you at all. I am neither a submissive nor an unruly person. It is God’s will to live here once, so I can only obey the destiny and do my best. For good things, don’t ask about the future.”

When Wang Pang started talking, he also wanted to impress Zhao Shu, but as he talked, the experience of coming here suddenly aroused his thoughts, and he suddenly remembered the sentence "but don't ask about the future when you do good things." He was also silent, and these words seemed to be exactly what he thought in his heart.He hated that Song Yingzong was useless at all, not to mention that Yuexia's death was really related to Song Yingzong Zhao Shu.

"Then I sent you far away to Yongzhou, and you don't have a trace of resentment?" Zhao Shu asked.

Wang Pang shook his head: "Your Majesty, you have always had the idea of ​​innovation and elimination of disadvantages, but it is difficult to implement. Yongzhou is low and remote, and doing something in that place in a timely manner will not affect the Central Plains. What's more, you sent me to Yongzhou this time. State, but also for the prince."

Zhao Shu, Emperor Yingzong of the Song Dynasty, had tears streaming down his face. He had worked hard for decades and had been the emperor for three years. Up to now, no courtier has said such sincere words to him.Who knew it was not easy for him?It was hard to ascend to the throne of the Great Song Dynasty, and finally he wanted to change, but no one paid attention to it.But I was physically dragged down by the disease, even if I had ambitions, I still had strength.The mess of Da Song Jiangshan is nothing if it is handed over to him. He is really afraid that it will be ruined in the hands of his children and grandchildren in the future.

After a while, Song Yingzong sighed: "Unexpectedly, the person I have been guarding against is the person who knows me best."

Wang Pang has been immersed in what he said just now, now he will look up at Zhao Shu, seeing his sad look, so what if he is the emperor?Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite, and the emperor's sutras are also difficult to recite. Sometimes there is no one who can understand his mind.The emperor's heart may be the emptiest, that's why there are jesters and eunuchs who speculate about the emperor's will.Thinking of this, Wang Pang snorted coldly: "What's the use of guarding against me, I only love money and not power, you should guard against people around you who usurp power and interfere in politics." [

If it was normal, if he dared to talk to the emperor like this, even if Song Taizu had a legacy not to kill ministers, he would still be punished.What's more, Wang Pang was talking about Song Yingzong, who had always looked at him inconsistently, but the atmosphere in the room was like a monarch and his ministers, more like an old friend who looked at each other and smiled, what else could he not say?

Zhao Shu pondered Wang Pang's words, and asked, "What does King Zhennan mean by this?"

Wang Pang stood up, walked to the desk where Chen Chengli had just tried writing, picked up the memorial and Chen Chengli's copy: "My lord, the eunuch's internal minister known as the "Ten Attendants" in the late Eastern Han Dynasty was in charge of documents, conveyed imperial edicts, and possessed Great power. The eunuch Hou Lan relied on his power to harm the people, and finally the Eastern Han Dynasty regime finally collapsed; in the late Tang Dynasty, the eunuchs committed crimes, were corrupt and cruel, and harmed the people, and finally the country declined day by day until it perished..." Wang Pang said , put the memorial and transcription in the hands of Zhao Shu who was sitting in a wheelchair.Zhao Shu looked down at the two books and remained silent.Wang Pang didn't say any more, Ouyang Xiu should have done this matter.

"Your Majesty, I will go to Yongzhou soon, you should take care of your dragon body..." At this moment, the king didn't know what to say. He has been in the Song Dynasty for a few years, and the emperor and courtiers of the two dynasties are also the most difficult and weakest in the Song Dynasty. At that time, history gave him a mission, perhaps to change the status quo.

"Bang Wang, you have not failed the king, and the king will not fail you! You go to Yongzhou to govern one side well."

Zhao Shu's exhortation sounded a bit forceful to the king, what else could the emperor, who was still a year old, do?Wang Pang nodded: "Your Majesty, don't worry..."

"One more thing! Beside Wang, who are you?" Zhao Shu touched the wheelchair, looked at the folding bed on the throne, and the quill on the table.This question has been circling in his mind for a long time, and Wang Pang followed Zhao Shu's to look at these things.

"My lord, I am the son of Wang Anshi, the man sent by God to strengthen Song Dynasty."

Zhao Shu closed his eyes when he heard this, the battle between him and the king was over, and now he felt more and more that he had no energy to intrigue, and he needed time to do some practical things, so as to leave a legacy for the prince and future generations. some good foundations.

"You open the door of the main hall..."

Wang Pang walked to the door, opened the door of the main hall, turned around and led Song Yingzong to the door, Zhao Shu looked at the scenery outside the door.There was a ray of sunset outside the door, and the sky was bright red, and a few birds flew over the hall.Outside the bedroom stood guards and courtiers waiting for orders.

"Tomorrow morning, the officials will withdraw the order to appoint monks. King Zhennan, before you go south, do you have a good plan to solve the difficulties of the officials?"

"My lord, where is the difficulty?"

"It's becoming more and more difficult for the imperial court to turn around two weeks. Now the officials in the court are like this time. It's dark and it's hard to make a difference. Sigh!"

"Your Majesty, the sun will rise tomorrow. If the twilight is just time, there is nothing to be afraid of. I have an idea about the two-week rotation of the imperial court. If it can be implemented as soon as possible, it will also help me go south to Yongzhou."

Hearing what Wang Pang said, Song Yingzong's slightly sad expression showed a little joy, and he seemed to see a glimmer of hope: "Come quickly!"

Holding the quill pen in his hand, he asked the eunuch in the palace to take his wheelchair to the desk, tried to write a few words like Wang Pang held the pen, and then picked up the brush to write. a few