Song Menghua: At the beginning, ask to marry Sheng Minglan

This remark was impartial, mature and prudent, and everyone agreed with it.

Even Han Qi just frowned and said no more.

Fu Bi thought for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Actually."

"When everyone was talking just now, I kept thinking about the truth."

"You said, I, Da Song, suddenly turned out to be such a young man."

"He's the son of a rich man again."

"In this world... who is the happiest?"

Ouyang Xiu sniffed immediately, he didn't want to hear such bad things.

Others can wait.

Or subconsciously, or have concerns for a long time.

They unconsciously looked somewhere, silent.

there.

Qinzheng Hall.

……

It can be heard from far away, in the Palace of Qinzheng, since the end of the court, there has been a burst of deep but hearty laughter from time to time.

Today's official Zhao Zhen.

He looked at the poems copied from last night on the desk, and made no secret of the excitement in his heart.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"It is indeed a great event for our dynasty to have so many outstanding students!"

"Such poems...really good!"

Beside his royal case, a little Huangmen stood respectfully.

He secretly watched the officials flip through the poems from time to time, and finally noticed keenly that the only four poems that the officials focused on were reading.

All from one hand.

He took a step forward calmly, seemingly unintentionally.

"There are some interesting things."

"Young Master Qi also said it on the spot."

"Emperor Taizu asked their ancestors to put down their swords and guns...and they did."

"Emperor Taizong asked them to take up swords and guns...they have no hesitation."

"But now, the alliance of Chanyuan, Xixia Li Yuanhao, Chongxi Zengbi..."

"He said that what Master Manchao can't do, he can do."

"If Lord Manchao can do it, so can he."

Xiao Huangmen's voice became lower and lower.

The official Zhao Zhen's expression became more serious.

Then for some reason, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes slowly stretched.

Xiao Huangmen bowed his head immediately.

He knew that this was a sign of the government's excitement.

Thinking of the young man who suddenly approached him before the palace door opened.

He murmured silently in his heart.

"Gu Yuhou, your three hundred coins are only worth telling the truth."

"It's not that a certain company won't say good things, it's just that...you have to pay more.".

Chapter 61 Official Zhao Zhen, the British government

When Zhao Zhen went to court today, he was actually in a bad mood.

Of course, this is nothing new. In the past two years, he has hardly been in a good mood.

What is the reason?

As the cliché goes, he had no son.

There are three kinds of unfilialism in this matter among the people, and having no descendants is the greatest, let alone him, an official family of Zhao and Song Dynasties?

He has no son, which means that Song Dynasty has no prince, let alone a prince.

For the Manchao Xianggong, is there anything bigger in the world than this?

So these two years.

All the lords in the court took the trouble to repeatedly admonish him, asking him to adopt one of the clan's children and raise him in the palace in case he is not needed.

It stands to reason that it is not a Li Chu, and he should send it back when he has his own prince. This is a very legitimate request.

But Zhao Zhen was unwilling.

I don't want to live or die.

No one knows why.

Anyway, because of this matter, he and his humerus ministers had a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every month, which made him miserable and restless.

In this situation.

Zhao Zhen was always thinking, why did his husbands insist on forcing him?

Is he treating them badly?

In the past dynasties, how many emperors have been lenient to their courtiers to the point of being almost benevolent?

How could they not understand him?

Whenever Zhao Zhen had these thoughts, he couldn't help but think again - if he was able to be decisive, if someone in the court understood him and supported him, the situation might be different.

But it's a pity.

No.

At least in the matter of adoptive children, none of them.

……

But today, he saw this name on his royal case.

Qi Heng, Qi Yuanruo.

In the past two years, it's not that Zhao Zhen has never thought that he can use the powerful, or use the clan to fight against the court minister.

As Qi Heng said.

The dignitaries and clans are his direct descendants of Zhao Song, and he can completely trust them.

You can look up.

All of them are either generals, or they are all mediocre people.

There are only a few who have studied, their qualifications are average, and they don't have much right to speak, let alone fight against the princes of the Manchu Dynasty.

But this Qi Heng is really different.

"He is a scholar."

"His literary talent is enough to make him invincible in what scholar-bureaucrats are best at!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen couldn't help being moved.

But soon.

He laughed dumbly.

"Just a 17-year-old kid."

"I haven't even passed the scientific examination."

"How can he pin his hopes on a child?"

He left the imperial case, pacing from time to time.

He knew very well that Qi Heng was too young to help him for the time being.

But clear is clear.

The throbbing in my heart was unavoidable.

The old lady once said that hope is the scariest thing in this world.

But she never said that despite this, people are still content with hope, no matter how slim it is.

Zhao Zhen is an official.

But he is also human.

He stopped suddenly, and thoughtfully said: "When he was a child, his mother often brought him to play in the palace."

"I haven't seen you for a few years."

"But I didn't expect to have such a talent."

The little yellow gate beside him stood respectfully, as if he didn't hear anything.

Zhao Zhen pondered, and suddenly ordered.

"Go and tell the queen, I haven't seen my righteous sister for several years."

"Let her hold a family banquet and call Princess Pingning into the palace."

Xiao Huangmen bowed.