In the Song Dynasty, there was no law or order.

In the Guanjia Hall, everyone was silent.

In the end, it was Yan Shu who broke the silence, spoke well of Lü Yijian and Wang Zeng, and persuaded Zhao Zhen to calm down his anger.

After that, everyone began to speak and discuss in an orderly manner, and studied the strategy of defending against Xixia and Liao, carrying out internal reforms, and improving productivity and manufacturing hot weapons.

Especially after Zhao Jun's eyes recovered, he began to conduct a comprehensive analysis to see if he could find a way to defeat Xixia and Liao, as well as reform.

In summary, it was to wait for Zhao Jun!

At this time, Zhao Jun had become the Jerusalem of the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty could do without these Song Dynasty monarchs and ministers, but he could not be missing.

Although Zhao Zhen was helpless about this result, there was no better way.

The main reason was that Zhao Jun's words were actually just a few words, including the so-called industrial revolution and the so-called hot weapons. They only knew a vague concept and it was impossible to come up with them alone without Zhao Jun.

So waiting for Zhao Jun was also a helpless thing.

After that, they talked about some other state affairs, and soon the meeting was over, and the prime ministers went back to their homes.

Fan Zhongyan was kept by Zhao Zhen to try his best, hoping that he would not conflict with Lu Yijian again in the future, and that he would manage the northwest well in the future. He was not allowed to leave until the third quarter of the evening.

In this way, the sky gradually darkened. After Fan Zhongyan left, Zhao Zhen went to Chongde Hall, and Yan Shu had already returned to Zhao Jun's room.

He usually had to take care of Zhao Jun until midnight before going back, so that if there was an accident, he could always make up a lie to appease Zhao Jun's emotions. Therefore, he often went out early and came back late, and sometimes even slept in Guanjia Hall, which was very hard.

At the end of the evening, it was usually the time for Yan Shu to go back to sleep. After all, he had to come over at the yin hour. Even if he went to bed as soon as he got home every day, he could only sleep for six or seven hours, so he had to go home and rest quickly.

But today he did not go home immediately as usual, but found an eunuch to report to Wang Shouzhong, and came all the way to Chongde Hall under the leadership of Wang Shouzhong.

In Chongde Hall, Zhao Zhen was quite diligent and was reviewing memorials.

In the past, he should have been hugging and kissing several concubines in the harem, and started his long-cherished plan of making a baby.

But now, with the knowledge of the events such as the lack of offspring, the Song-Xia war, the three changes of the river, and the Jingkang shame, he had a deep sense of crisis, which forced him to stand up and start to be obsessed with state affairs and work hard on government affairs.

At the same time, it was also to wait for Zhao Jun's eyes to recover and take a good look at the appearance of his benevolent monarch, whether it was as unbearable as he said.

When he heard Yan Shu asked for an audience, Zhao Zhen let him in.

In the past, the palace gates would be closed at this time. After Yan Shu took care of Zhao Jun until he fell asleep, he left from the Gongchen Gate in the north. Now he asked for an audience, it must be for an important matter.

"Your Majesty!"

After Yan Shu came in, he bowed his hands first.

Zhao Zhen stopped reviewing the memorials and asked, "What happened, uncle?"

Yan Shu said, "Before Zhao Jun went to bed this afternoon, he said that his eyes had completely recovered and he wanted to take off his veil today."

Zhao Zhen hurriedly asked, "He didn't take it off, did he?"

"No."

Yan Shu said, "I am worried that he will take it off privately and find that he is not in the future but in the Song Dynasty. He will not be able to accept it all of a sudden and will be a little upset. So I comforted him to wait until tomorrow morning after the imperial physician has seen him before taking it off. I just went to see him again, and he is still very obedient. But no matter what, he will definitely take off his veil tomorrow. It can't be concealed anymore."

"Can't be concealed anymore?"

Zhao Zhen's face was gloomy, and he put the pen on the pen. On the shelf, he thought and said, "Since it can't be concealed, then there is no need to conceal it. Although it is certain that he must have told the truth when his eyes were not good, and we hope to hear more news, but now the Song Dynasty also needs him. Tomorrow, we will meet him formally."

"Yes."

Yan Shu said, "Then do you want me to remind him first so that he can be mentally prepared. Otherwise, I am afraid that he will open his eyes and suddenly find that he is in the Song Dynasty, and he will be stimulated and unable to accept this fact, and some problems will arise."

Zhao Zhen nodded and said, "Okay, let Tongshugong handle this matter. I believe that Lord Yan has his own sense of propriety."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yan Shu bowed and said, "Then I will take my leave."

It was already dark.

The bright moonlight fell on the earth. At three quarters of the hour of Hai, Zhao Zhen, who was restless, stood up from the chair in the study and slowly walked to the window.

The silver light shone outside the window, the willow trees in front of the window danced with the wind, and the colorful flowers on the grass exuded a faint fragrance.

Zhao Zhen's mood was very complicated at this time.

He hoped that Zhao Jun's eyes would get better as soon as possible, but he didn't want him to get better so quickly.

This contradictory mentality came from Zhao Jun's extreme disgust for the Song Dynasty.

In addition, Zhao Jun didn't have a good impression of the emperor and ministers of the Song Dynasty. He was afraid that Zhao Jun's eyes would recover and they would not help him after knowing the truth.

But if Zhao Jun's eyes were not good, the future of the Song Dynasty would be dark.

Even if they knew the future and managed to avoid being defeated by Xixia three times in a row and the fate of returning to the river three times, they still couldn't escape the fate of being destroyed by foreign enemies.

Because Zhao Jun was right, history is a reincarnation. Under the limited productivity structure, the Han people continued to consume internal energy, and finally they could only change dynasties. At the same time, there were foreign enemies around, such as the threat of Liao, Jin, and Mongolia.

In this situation, even if you know what will happen in the future, it is difficult to change. Unless you improve productivity and make the cake bigger, there is a possibility of continuing to maintain it.

"Alas."

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen sighed.

He needs Zhao Jun to help him improve productivity so that the Song Dynasty will not perish in a few decades.

He also needs Zhao Jun to help him improve the scientific system so that the seeds of science and technology can sprout in the Song Dynasty, thus starting the industrial revolution and making the Song Dynasty strong.

But Zhao Jun himself represents unpredictability. They can still control him when he is blind. Once he regains his sight, what if he deliberately leaks false information or messes up because he hates the Song Dynasty and ruins the Song Dynasty?

So this forms a dead end. When Zhao Jun's eyes are better, he will become uncontrollable. If Zhao Jun's eyes are not good, productivity cannot be improved. This makes it difficult for Zhao Zhen to calm down.

I hope Zhao Jun is just cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He hates the Song Dynasty on the outside, but he is still willing to help the country left by his ancestors in his heart.

Zhao Zhen looked at the moon outside the window, lost in thought.

It really doesn't work.

As the ancestor of the Zhao family, I can only beg him, the descendant.

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Time passed by minute by minute, the night was deep, the moon gradually moved from the east to the west, and when it was about to set, it was the beginning of the Yin hour.

Bianliang City was still in a silent sleep at this time, and there was no one on the streets.

Only the residences of many prime ministers had already been brightly lit, and the three prime ministers and the three ministers, as well as the gate of Fan Mansion, had prepared sedan chairs early, waiting for the arrival of the owner of the residence.

In the early days of Renzong's reign, he was particularly diligent in his work, almost every day, and held a court meeting in Chuigong Hall at Yin hour and four quarters every morning.

Once, Zhao Zhen did not attend the morning court for three days, and ministers such as Lu Yijian, Chen Yaozuo, and Zhao Zhen surrounded Yan Wenying, the deputy governor of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who was responsible for announcing that he would not attend the morning court today, and asked him to give an explanation, which showed how diligent Renzong was.

However, today was an exception, because not long after the end of the duty yesterday, the government issued an imperial edict, telling the ministers who were going to attend the morning court tomorrow, saying "no discussion tomorrow" and rest for one day.

This news made many ministers who suffered from getting up early very happy.

But for Lü Yijian, Wang Zeng, Wang Sui and other three ministers, it was no different from the past.

Because today is the day when Zhao Jun takes off his veil!

At the beginning of the Yin hour, candles were lit everywhere in the back garden, and the dark night seemed to become bright and bright.

Zhao Zhen appeared in Guanjia Hall with a pair of panda eyes, and Yan Shu was the same as him.

Yan Shu did not go back last night, so he lived next to Zhao Jun's house. He guarded Zhao Jun all night and was now sleepy.

Soon Lü Yijian, Wang Zeng, Wang Sui, Fan Zhongyan, Cai Qi, Song Shou, Sheng Du and others also came here one after another. Like Zhao Zhen and Yan Shu, they tossed and turned last night and did not sleep well.

It was not just because Zhao Jun wanted to open his eyes, but also because Zhao Jun's words yesterday were like a revelation, so profound that these feudal elites really went back to review, even copied and recited, and studied until late at night.

After everyone gathered together and greeted the emperor, they looked at each other's depressed spirits and smiled at each other, which relieved the tense atmosphere and made Zhao Zhen a little more relaxed about facing Zhao Jun.

"Official, I'll go first."

Yan Shu said to Zhao Zhen after greeting.

Zhao Zhen took two deep breaths and said to him, "Go."

Everyone had already sat on the chairs in the main hall of Guanjia Hall, quietly waiting for Yan Shu to bring Zhao Jun.

Yan Shu backed out of the hall, and after taking a few deep breaths, he came all the way to Zhao Jun's house.

"Dongdongdongdong."

He knocked on the door first.

A voice came from inside quickly: "I'm up, Uncle Lari."

Yan Shu pushed the door open and went in. He had a fire starter in his hand. He lit the candle in the room and saw Zhao Jun sitting on the bed.

He hadn't taken off his veil yet, because Yan Shu told him that he must wait for the doctor to check before taking it off.

However, in fact, he had already checked the day before yesterday. The imperial doctor took Zhao Jun's pulse and pressed his head for a long time, and it was confirmed that the blood stasis in his head had completely dissipated.

In addition, Zhao Jun himself could vaguely feel the hazy figure outside through the gauze, so it was certain that he had completely recovered.

At this moment, Yan Shu saw that Zhao Jun had sat up a long time ago, and knew that the other party must have not slept all night, and his mood must be extremely nervous and excited.

He has been blind for more than two months, almost three months, and now he can finally see the light of day again. For someone who has been blind for a long time, it is indeed like a year, and it is normal to want to see earlier.

"Teacher Zhao, how do you feel today?"

Yan Shu walked in and asked.

Zhao Jun hurriedly said, "It's much better now, Uncle Lari, can you take off the veil now?"

"No hurry, why don't you have breakfast first."

Yan Shu said.

"I feel my eyes are completely healed. I can see Uncle Lari's figure even through the gauze. Take it off before eating."

Zhao Jun said.

This night was not only painful for Zhao Zhen and the others, but also for Zhao Jun.

The world that cannot be seen by the eyes is too uncomfortable.

He can't wait.

I want to open my eyes and take another look at this long-lost world!

Seeing his anxious look, Yan Shu sighed in his heart and said, "Okay, but before taking off the veil, uncle wants to say something to you."

"What?"

Zhao Jun asked.

Yan Shu walked to Zhao Jun's bed and sat down. He patted Zhao Jun's shoulder with his broad hands. He hesitated a little and whispered, "Teacher Zhao."

"Hmm?"

"If. I mean if, you go back a thousand years ago, what will you do?"

"Go back. A thousand years ago?"

Zhao Jun was silent for a while. Uncle Lari's question was too abrupt, and he was completely unprepared.

After a while, he forced a smile and said, "This is impossible, Uncle Lari, you are not kidding me, are you?"

"It's just a metaphor."

Yan Shu comforted him, "It's like you are in the Song Dynasty now, what would you do?"

Zhao Jun was silent again.

In fact, he has felt something wrong these days.

Because there are many unreasonable places.

Being able to be admitted to Renmin University proves that his intelligence is definitely above that of ordinary people.

But no matter who puts himself in Zhao Jun's perspective, he will never think of the fact that he has traveled through time.

It's still the same cognitive relationship.

When it is determined that you are in the mudslide near Nini Village in the depths of Daliang Mountain, people will instinctively think that they must be in Nini Village, not the Song Dynasty.

This is really too far-fetched. No matter how rich the imagination is, even if there are strange things everywhere, it is difficult for people to change their cognition easily without seeing it with their own eyes.

Therefore, up to now, Zhao Jun has only had some vague guesses, but he dare not imagine this guess to come true.

But now the words of the village chief La Rishu have made him feel wrong.

This doesn't seem to be a joke, but a test.

Could it be.

Did I really travel through time?

Impossible!

The villagers like history, it is very likely that they are playing a joke on me.

It must be like this!

Zhao Jun kept telling himself in his heart and giving himself such a hint.

He is now trembling with fear.

He can't imagine what it would be like to appear a thousand years ago, leaving his parents, relatives, friends, and classmates, and go to a completely unfamiliar environment.

He is unwilling to believe this matter, even if there are all kinds of weird things these days, even if Yan Shu's almost half-pronounced hints are false.

After all, this kind of loneliness and drifting away from the society he is familiar with is really despairing.

So Zhao Jun almost had a hoarse voice and forced a smile: "Uncle Lari, I don't know what to do. Okay, don't joke with me. I'm going to take off my veil."

"Wait a minute."

Yan Shu stopped his hands from raising to untie his veil, and then took a deep breath and said: "I want to take you to a place."

"Where?"

"Everyone in the village who usually chats with us wants to see you."

"Does it have to be at this time?"

"Yes."

"Okay then."

Feeling the firm tone of Uncle Lari, Zhao Jun had to agree.

Yan Shu took Zhao Jun's hand and took him out of the door of Guanjia Palace as he usually took Zhao Jun to bask in the sun.

This time the speed was very slow, because Zhao Jun's mood was fluctuating, and Yan Shu was also very nervous.

So the two people walked slowly, as if they were walking steadily.

But this section of the road was not long. After just a few minutes, he was taken to Guanjia Palace and entered the palace.

At this time, the atmosphere in Guanjia Hall was extremely solemn. Zhao Zhen sat high on the Taishi chair. On the left and right sides, the three ministers, three ministers and Fan Zhongyan sat solemnly.

Everyone was waiting for this exciting moment.

"Are we there?"

Zhao Jun felt the number of steps in his heart, and at the same time, he vaguely saw the bright lights outside the gauze through the gauze.

Yan Shu said, "We are there."

"Then can I take off the veil?"

Zhao Jun asked again.

Yan Shu glanced at Zhao Zhen and others. Zhao Zhen was nervous, took a deep breath, and nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll help you."

Yan Shu said.

He picked up a pair of scissors from the coffee table next to him and pointed them at the back of Zhao Jun's head.

Because they were afraid that Zhao Jun would remove the gauze privately and discover the truth, the imperial doctor not only covered it with a few more layers last time, but also tied a knot.

At this time, Zhao Jun had not cut his hair for three months, and his original short hair had now become side bangs.

If he hadn't prepared shampoo, shower gel, soap, facial cleanser, toothpaste, toothbrush and other daily necessities in his suitcase, it would have been smelly now.

Yan Shu twisted a piece of gauze and cut it gently with scissors, and the gauze fell off. The old man helped him loosen it with his right hand.

As the thick gauze began to thin and become less, Zhao Jun's body was shaking constantly.

Sweat slid down his forehead.

Because his eyes were getting clearer and clearer, he could vaguely see the outlines of many people.

These people were the most familiar strangers he often saw on weekdays.

In the end, the gauze was finally untied.

Zhao Jun's eyes were first blinded by the dazzling candlelight, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes. After a while, after slowly adapting to the light, the originally hazy picture gradually became clear.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw a shocking scene that he would never forget in his life.

In front of him, about five meters away, on a throne, sat a young man wearing a fiery red robe and a long fu hat, smiling at him.

On the left and right of the young man sat some middle-aged and elderly people, all wearing different clothes, the only thing in common was that they were not modern clothes, and they were all staring at him.

Where he stood was a spacious hall, magnificent and splendid, supported by six pillars, with oil lamps on the left and right pillars, and red gauze palace lanterns and three-halberd candlesticks on both sides, lighting up the entire hall.

After about a few seconds, the young man said to Zhao Jun with a smile: "Zhao Jun, I am your ancestor, Zhao Zhen!"

Zhao Jun began to tremble violently.

Then he felt dizzy and sweat fell on his cheeks like rain.

He looked like he was about to have a seizure.

The whole process was so fast that people couldn't react. After only two or three seconds, Zhao Jun's eyes went black.

He only heard words like "Zhao Jun", "What's wrong with you", "Come quickly", "Call the imperial doctor quickly", and then he felt his body light and unconscious.

"Bang!"