Fisherman's Song Dynasty

Yan Yucong nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, the one who has enmity with Mr. Liu is the traitor of the Song court. I just don't know how Mr. Liu plans to take revenge?"

Liu Feng glanced at her: "I don't know how you escaped, and I don't want to know, but I have my own place, I don't care about you, and you don't care about me."

Yan Yucong said slowly to himself: "Now the Song court has long been corrupted. If Mr. Liu does not use external force, I am afraid that there will be no hope of revenge in this life. I want to make a deal with Mr. Liu. I recommend a place to you. With Mr. Liu's bravery Your talent will be put to good use, if you can get rid of your family feud in the future, you can capture Xu Zizhen for me, I don't know what Master Liu wants?"

Liu Fengsui sneered disdainfully: "I know you are a gold man, and I was planning to invest in a gold man, but if you are talking about Wanyan Zonghan, he can't even break through Taiyuan, and even Xu Zizhen can't win... ..."

Yan Yucong interrupted him: "I'm talking about His Royal Highness, the Fourth Prince of the Dajin Kingdom, Wanyan Zongbi!"

Liu Feng suddenly raised his head to look at her, his eyes were as sharp as an arrow, he silently said nothing, and after a long time he opened his mouth and said: "I agree to this deal."

On the contrary, Yan Yucong became vigilant, his eyes turned suspiciously on Liu Fengsui's face.

Liu Fengsui stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said lightly: "Take me to see Wu Shu, he will know whether I am sincere or not."

Yan Yucong hesitated for a moment, but soon felt relieved. She had seen everything that happened between Liu Fengsuan and Xu Zizhen, and she couldn't do it fakely. With only one person, how big the waves can be?Furthermore, the mission of lurking in Taiyuan this time has completely failed, so it is better to bring something back with you.

Seeing Liu Feng's calm and relaxed look, could it be that he knows some secrets that others don't?

Yan Yucong gritted his teeth and finally decided: "Okay, it's a deal."

Snapped!

The two palms clapped lightly, and the deal was concluded.

……

"Uncle, Uncle! Get up, the Crown Prince is here."

Bao'er was calling anxiously outside the house, it was almost noon, Xu Zizhen was still sleeping soundly, but Zhao Huan came to the yard.

Zhao Huan, however, was sitting upright in the gazebo in the courtyard, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry. He was convinced by Xu Zizhen now, not to mention just waiting for a while, even if Zhao Huan ascended the throne and granted Xu Zizhen the hereditary throne. question.

Under the urging of Bao'er repeatedly, Xu Zizhen finally appeared. He walked out of the house disheveled and yawning, sat down in the gazebo, poured himself a glass of water and drank it all, and asked, "Your Highness came to see me so early. Why? Are you going to Shangyue Tower or Xunfang Pavilion?"

Zhao Huan said with a smile: "Your brother just got married yesterday, why are you thinking about that place today? Brother Yu is not here for other things, but it's time to go back to Beijing, so I'm here to say goodbye to my brother."

Xu Zizhen yawned halfway, and looked at Zhao Huan with his mouth open: "Going? Oh, it's time to go, but I just need to ask the prince for help."

Now Zhao Huan wished that Xu Zizhen would owe him more favors so that he could win him over in the future, so he quickly nodded and said, "It's okay to say, Brother Yu, I will definitely..."

Xu Zizhen stopped him before he finished speaking: "Don't worry, this is not a small matter, let's finish listening first." After finishing speaking, he broke his fingers and said, "The first thing is, if the crown prince wants to reward us brothers after he returns. , you only need to mention me, and others can just use the four characters of rural righteousness and bravery."

"Volunteering in the countryside?" Zhao Huan repeated in a murmur, he didn't understand what he meant, but he nodded in response, "Okay, Brother Yu can save you."

Xu Zizhen nodded, and then said: "The second thing is simpler, it is about my family's caravan, as you have seen, my business is not small, and there are a lot of places to go, so I need the prince to help me build a big one." Song Bianguan's entry and exit passbook, don't the officers and soldiers arrest my people as smugglers." He paused here, and said in a low voice, "I will prepare the profits of my caravan every year in the future. A good portion is for tax purposes, and please His Highness help me with some more."

Zhao Huan was overjoyed, and without even thinking about it, he made a decision and agreed: "Okay, Brother Yu will do it when he returns to Beijing." Asking him to help, isn't it obvious that Xu Zizhen is sending him the small treasury?Is there any reason not to agree?

Xu Zizhen didn't take it seriously, anyway, it was a good thing anyway, Zhao Huan had no reason not to agree.

He snapped his fingers and said the third thing: "There is one more thing, actually it has nothing to do with me, it's just a suggestion of mine."

Zhao Huan pretended to be unhappy and said: "My dear brother, what good strategy is there to be straightforward? Don't you think Brother Yu is not allowed?"

Xu Zizhen laughed, poured a glass of water for Zhao Huan, and then said: "I know that the Song Dynasty ruled the world with literature, but there is also a matter of martial arts. There is a Xiuwen Hall in Yingtian Academy in Yingtian Mansion, just like there is a martial arts hall in Bianjing. It’s the place where the world’s martial arts gather, right?”

The term Shangwutang was heard by Xu Zizhen when he was chatting with Gao Pujun a few days ago. The founding emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, used martial arts to win the world, so he has been restricting generals since he was afraid that others will take his world again just like him. , but Xu Zizhen is very disdainful and disdainful.

Only with both civil and military skills can the country be stable and stable. Only by cultivating literature to the peak, few can fight. When the two countries go to war, will it be possible to send a group of scholars to fight?Xu Zizhen has been lingering in the place of fireworks for the past few days, but he has been thinking about this matter all the time.

"I suggest to open a school in the name of the prince, and learn both civil and military. If the civil can govern the country and the military can march and fight, if this can be done, there will be no shortage of talented military generals in the Song Dynasty in the future. What do you think, Your Highness?"

Zhao Huan was dumbfounded when he heard this. Of course there were martial arts schools in the Song Dynasty, but there had never been a school that also studied cultural relics. This kind of thing is extremely inappropriate in this era. He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he stopped as soon as he opened his mouth. He was there because he realized one thing. If this proposal can become a reality, then the ultimate beneficiary will be Zhao Huan, because regardless of literary and military talents, they will all become his subjects in the near future.

"Brother, this discussion is wonderful, wonderful! Brother Yu will start this matter after returning to Beijing!" Zhao Huan stood up excitedly, and held Xu Zizhen's hand tightly.

Xu Zizhen yawned again, but his heart was overjoyed. The idea of ​​the Civil and Military Academy had been in his mind for a few days, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible, and he had already figured out how it would work if it was actually built. He must be able to prepare a lot of talents for Zhao Gou in the future, but he didn't expect Zhao Huan to agree so readily, even omitting a lot of deceptive words he had prepared earlier.

"I have nothing more to say. Your Highness, let's set off early, and have a smooth journey." Xu Zizhen cupped his hands to Zhao Huan, as if he was about to go back to his room to sleep again.

Zhao Huan left right there tactfully, and his heart was already so excited that he couldn't control himself. It seemed that an iron drum-like country of the Song Dynasty had slowly appeared in front of him.

Not long after Xu Zizhen came back into the room, the window sill slammed lightly, and Shui Liuli on the bed jumped up vigilantly. The long sword had already been drawn out, but when he was about to stab it, he heard a chuckle: "Sister Liuli, it's me."