A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"Your Majesty!"

Lao Zhao was moved.

He said perfunctorily: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate. There is no precedent for this."

Zhao Shu is nominally Zhao Zhen's son, and has nothing to do with him.

Zhao Yunliang smiled and said: "It's just a prince. If you are not a prince, the officials will also be aggrieved in the future. Can you think about it carefully?"

Zhao Yunrang thought that this was reasonable when he thought that he would salute his grandson in the future.

"I need to think more about it." He felt that it depended on his son's wishes.

Zhao Yunliang stood up and said, "I'm waiting to congratulate you."

After Zhao Yunliang left, someone came to the palace, but it was Chen Zhongheng.

"You came."

Zhao Yunrang was still sitting high on the couch, with Asu standing behind him, his hands in his sleeves, as if he was dozing off.

The old servant stood to the side, in good spirits, and ordered: "Make tea."

"Thank you."

Chen Zhongheng did not dare to bluster in front of his biological father. He lowered his head and said, "The king of Haojiao learned that someone suggested to the king yesterday that he should be promoted to the royal title..."

He raised his head slightly and met Zhao Yunrang's eyes.

Indifferent.

Still a little curious.

"What does official mean?"

Zhao Yunrang picked up the tea cup but didn't drink it, just feeling the warmth.

Not long after Thirteenth Lang was born, he held him warmly like this.

In the blink of an eye, the former child became an emperor, and his father...

He put down the teacup and said, "I have to listen to him."

No matter what he did, he would never cause trouble to his children. As for the king, it didn't matter.

Chen Zhongheng felt relieved and felt confident that the matter was done.

He said: "It's appropriate for the officials to say that this matter will be dealt with later."

My son is thinking about you. Although it is difficult to recognize him, he always wants to give you an honor.

Zhao Yunrang blinked his eyes, then blinked again and said, "Tell him not to do anything difficult."

"Yes, I understand."

Chen Zhongheng stood up and walked out backwards.

This is what he did when facing the emperor.

After he left, Zhao Yunrang said: "Let them come."

Later, the whole room was filled with children and grandchildren, and it was extremely noisy.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Zhao Yunrang patted the couch under him and said: "Thirteenth Lang said that I will be crowned king. When you get back, you can't show off outside, so as not to embarrass him."

The children and grandchildren looked at each other, and then joy gradually filled the air.

"Dad, this is Wang Jue!"

If Lao Zhao wins the title of king, his heir's title will be higher in the future.

This is a great thing.

One son muttered: "Dad, what about us?"

Everyone looked at Zhao Yunrang.

"brute!"

Lao Zhao scolded: "I am his father, so he won the title of king. What credit do you have? If you hadn't been reincarnated and allowed me to give birth to you, you would have been destined to be beggars!"

One son heard what he said and felt that there was no hope of being promoted to a noble title. In despair, he blurted out: "Dad, it was our mother who gave birth to us."

call out!

Boom!

The tea cup shattered, and in the eyes of everyone with concern, the son knelt down to apologize.

Zhao Yunrang scolded: "Where did you come from without me? A bunch of beasts! Also, you are not allowed to cause trouble for Thirteenth Lang. If anyone dares to go, I don't have a son like him!"

The children and grandchildren only said yes, and Zhao Yunrang sighed and said: "Don't blame being a cruel father, it's not easy for Thirteenth Son!"

"Alang, Shen An wants to see you."

Zhao Yunrang's sigh disappeared immediately, and he smiled and said: "This boy is here to congratulate me. Get some wine, and I will get drunk with him before we stop!"

Then Shen An came in, saluted and said, "Congratulations to the prince."

Zhao Yunrang said with a smile: "I'm just a prince, just a false name."

This is the filial piety of a son, and he looks clearly very proud of himself.

"The king's eyes are as bright as a torch, and I admire you."

Shen An solemnly handed over his hand, then raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"You...are so fake."

Zhao Yunrang didn't drink. "My eyes are not very good. What do you admire?"

Shen An toasted again, and Zhao Yunrang reluctantly drank.

"Prince, it's not easy for an official to succeed to the throne!" Shen An took a piece of beef and ate it, and thought it tasted pretty good.

"It's not easy." Zhao Yunrang glared and said, "What are you trying to say in a sneaky way?"

Shen An put down his wine glass and said with a sad face: "Your Majesty, I..."

"Bye, Chenchen, I feel uncomfortable listening to this." Zhao Yunrang almost wanted to smash his wine glass.

"Prince, since the official came to the throne, the officials in the court have been waiting and watching." Shen An raised his glass, drank it down and continued: "They wanted to see what the official's approach was, but it turned out that the official was stricter than the late emperor... You know, the ministers of the Song Dynasty were spoiled by the kindness of the late emperor..."

Shen An lowered his head to pour the wine. Zhao Yunrang's expression slowly turned cold. The old servant coughed dryly and said, "Alang, do you want to add a charcoal basin?"

This was to avoid letting him and Shen An talk alone.

"There is no need to avoid it." Zhao Yunrang said in a deep voice: "I know the temper of the late emperor. Ever since he was suppressed by that woman, he has never been able to make the decision on his own. After several back and forths, the prime ministers and assistants were torn apart, and finally It was not easy for him to stabilize the situation of the DPRK."

The prime ministers and assistant ministers have to get out after a few years of service. Don't even think about raising your hopes in the official position of the prime minister and assistant minister. Such a move seemed like a hassle, but it made the weak Zhao Zhen gradually become stronger and gradually took control of the government.

"Yes! It's not easy for the late Emperor."

Shen An said: "Nowadays, the officials are more powerful. The ministers below... the princes and officials have been divided. Some are seeking the trust of the officials, and some want to suppress the officials. They have split into two factions. , the faction that wants to suppress the officials is now looking for the officials' weaknesses and mistakes, and then attacks them."

Zhao Yunrang raised his head and drank the wine, and said angrily: "Who is it?"

Shen An lowered his head and said nothing. After a long time, Zhao Yunrang gradually calmed down and said with a smile: "Yes, it is impossible for every emperor to win the approval of his ministers. Where there is approval, there will be opposition. Come on!"

"Alang!"

The old servant lowered his head slightly.

"Your Majesty, please wait."

Shen An raised his head and said, "Does the county prince want to resign and be crowned king?"

"Exactly." Zhao Yunrang said calmly: "It's just a false title, it's not worth the embarrassment for him."

Shen An said seriously: "The prince is wise...but I have an opinion. Does the prince know that the Song Dynasty is actually four reds?"

"Redundant soldiers, redundant officials, redundant expenses...which one else?"

"Redundant relatives!"

Shen An slowly raised his glass, and the old servant's expression changed drastically, "Alang, this is impossible!"

"Um?"

Zhao Yunrang snorted coldly, and then said: "Speak clearly."

"The Song Dynasty clan spends a lot of money every year."

Shen An just said this, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"If you dare to leave, I will come back to the palace." Zhao Yunrang said coldly: "Let him take you to the Guangzhou Shipping Department."

Damn it!

Guangzhou is far away from Bianliang. If he really wants to go there, Shen An feels that he will soon become a salted fish.

Old Zhao is starting to act like a hooligan!

Shen An sat down and raised his eyebrows and said: "The financial difficulties of the Song Dynasty were mostly caused by these expenses. Some people mention Sanruan every year, but no one talks about the expenses of the clan. Why? Isn't it just a matter of course?"

From ancient times to the present, it goes without saying that it is a rule to serve the royal family.

Shen An thought this was an opportunity, but clan affairs had to be resolved by members of the clan.

Zhao Yunrang pondered: "Is that true? Yes, Thirteenth Lang was born in a clan and became an official. It's hard to say..."

It's going to happen!

As Shen An raised his glass to drink, Zhao Yunrang suddenly asked, "Why don't you remonstrate?"

"This is a clan matter, and there must be one person who takes the lead."

Shen An stated his reasons very frankly. Zhao Yunrang nodded and said: "You are still sincere, that's all. I can only take action on this matter... Come here, please invite Bao Zheng."

Later, Bao Zheng came, and Zhao Yunrang asked about the annual expenses of the clan, and then summoned his children and grandchildren to discuss the matter.

Old Zhao slapped his hand on the couch, and several of his children and grandchildren subconsciously avoided him, which made his face darken. "My father is going to remonstrate with me and collect the clan's expenses. You should be more frugal in the future."

What?

All the children and grandchildren were dumbfounded, and someone said: "Weng Weng, how can you do anything to benefit your own family?"

"Yes! Dad, we are a royal family, isn't it natural to be supported?"

"..."

"That's enough!" Zhao Yunrang said with a cold face: "You have raised them for so many years, and you want to continue raising them? You have raised the clan into pigs, are you willing to be pigs?"

"Dad, how can you talk like this..."

"Then what should I say as a father?" Zhao Yunrang suddenly got angry and roared: "This matter is settled. Our family must be the first to be frugal. Anyone who dares to go out and complain will be beaten to death!"

Silent as a cicada!

Lao Zhao was so lethal that he dressed up and entered the palace the next day.

The grand scene of the zombie siege is still the same. Because of the cold weather, the white breath exhaled by the people and horses slowly comes out and dissipates, making it look cold.

Han Qi stood in the middle with great ambition and said to the important ministers: "The horses sent by the Xixia envoys are too few. I will tell them later that the Song Dynasty is not a beggar. Don't even think about sending us away with those few horses... Who is that?" ?”

Everyone looked at him and looked a little dull.

Zhao Yun let the horse come slowly. He sat upright on the horse, his waist straight and his eyes sharp.

"He's actually here?"

"This is...what should I do?"

"Here comes this person. Should he salute to the officials, or should the officials salute to him?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Han Qi took the lead and walked over, bowing and saying, "I have met the prince."

"I've met the prince."

All the ministers saluted together with loud voices.

Zhao Yunrang dismounted and said, "Ignore me."

Han Qi smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that's what you said, but if anyone ignores you, the officials will definitely remember it in their hearts and look for opportunities to deal with them in the future.

Later, the palace door opened wide and everyone filed in.

A group of people from the clan gradually gathered around Zhao Yunrang, and everyone wanted to get close to the official's biological father.

"The prince is indeed the elder of the clan. He has worked so hard for us, but he looks a little older."

"Fortunately, our clan has the king in charge, so our life will be easier..."

"The county prince's visit to the palace this time must be to speak for the clan. We are eagerly looking forward to it. Although we can't come, our hearts are following closely."

"..."

Zhao Yunrang smiled after being flattered for a while. When they left, Zhao Yunliang cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, go slow."

"Your Majesty, go slow!"

The people in the clan are like a daughter-in-law sending her husband off on a long journey. The deep friendship is unforgettable.

Zhao Yunrang smiled and held up his hands, murmuring: "I told you to run away quickly, otherwise you will be beaten..."

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Good night.