Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 110 Classroom Incitement
"Sir, you said that my Great Song used literature to control military affairs?"

"Is not it?"

"Sir, you said again: I am a great Song Dynasty, and my military is cheap?"

"Isn't it!" Professor Confucianism's look and tone became more and more arrogant, as if he was the distinguished representative appointed by Confucius to the court of the Great Song Dynasty.

Zhao Dezhao smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Then dare I ask you, sir: Is my father a man of literature or martial arts, noble or humble?"

Professor Confucianism immediately blushed and was tongue-tied. How to answer this kind of question? As we all know, the current emperor is a military officer. Who would dare to say that the emperor is a "lowly martial artist"?
He choked on Zhao Dezhao's words and lost his momentum. He struggled and whispered: "This... this is different after all..."

"What's the difference? Do you dare to say that my father is not a hero in the world?"

"Of course the Holy One is a hero..."

"Since he is a hero, what is the difference between civil and military?!"

Zhao Dezhao has been having frequent confrontations with various people recently, and he has gradually realized a pattern. As long as he lifts the emperor's father out, the other party will immediately be afraid of violating taboos, and his words will suddenly lose their edge, so he will use this method to argue the case. It couldn't be better.

Sure enough, Professor Confucianism's face turned green and red, his lips moved slightly, and there was an expression of resentment that the old man couldn't explain to you, but he lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.

Zhao Dezhao ignored this person, turned to face the audience and looked around at the dozens of teenagers in the palace school, and suddenly raised his voice.

"Do you still remember what this king told you about the vast ocean hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Great Song Dynasty?"

"Remember!" There were mixed voices from the audience.

"Then do you still remember the overseas continents that are full of gold and silver, rich in products, and stretching across tens of thousands of miles?"

"Remember!" The voice in the audience became more excited.

"Then you still want to occupy those places?"

"Think!" The audience roared in unison.

"If you don't even dare to go to Lingnan thousands of miles away, what a fart to conquer the overseas continents thousands of miles away?! I will ask you you bastards again, do you dare to go to Lingnan with me!"

"Dare!" The audience roared deafeningly.

The subtle influence of telling overseas stories in the past played a role at this time. Zhao Dezhao only used a few words to stir up the blood of these young people, and they all screamed to sign up to follow Zhao Dezhao on the southern expedition.

After a good class, it turned out to be like a Bingyong recruiting point. The Confucian professor's eyes were straightened, his face was livid, and he dared not speak out.

Zhao Dezhao will not refuse anyone who is 16 years old or older and wants to join the recruitment. There are 38 relatives and noble children in the whole palace school, and there are 23 who have signed up and are willing to follow the Nanzheng. The rest are not self-confident. Cowardly, but about the same age as Zhao Defang, they are all underage and half-grown children, so I can only invite them to cool off.

No matter how black-hearted Zhao Dezhao was, he was still ashamed to fool those minors.

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Four days later, the court meeting.

"...these small states of Cuoer, the children of Liu Yu, who despised the emperor, stripped the common people, resisted the king's transformation, and quelled the tribute for a long time, their crimes are unforgivable!"

"Specially add the king of Tianshui County, Zhao Dezhao, as General Pingnan, commanding the troops to conquer the south, punishing the people and punishing crimes, and ordering the southern border for a certain period of time, and giving him a bow, arrow, ax and axe, so that he can be punished!"

"Jia Panmei is the envoy of the Lingnan Festival, counseling military affairs, and assisting the Southern Expedition..."

Standing next to the throne, Wang Jien, who was in charge of announcing the decree, read out a series of decrees of appointment and seal in the court hall with a thin duck voice.

There was silence in the main hall, and the two groups of courtiers lowered their eyebrows and looked quietly and respectfully.

This matter had already been argued and debated in the court, and some rumors were released in the palace in advance two days ago. The courtiers were all mentally prepared, and no one was particularly surprised.

Even some ministers were concerned about Zhao Dezhao, who had recently risen from the army out of public interest, and believed that His Royal Highness was young and frivolous, and appointing him to lead the expedition would probably ruin the country's affairs.

But after the appointment of Pan Mei as deputy commander was announced, these ministers also put out their thoughts of standing up to the emperor and admonishing them. No matter how much the king struggles, the military should not be too corrupt. What's more, the opponent is not the powerful Khitan in the north, but the weak Southern Han. So what is there to worry about?

"Thank you, Lord Long En, the ministers will fulfill their mission."

Zhao Dezhao and Pan Mei went out together to thank the reward and accepted the decree.

Zhao Dezhao glanced at Pan Mei subconsciously, and found that Pan Mei was looking at him stealthily, and their eyes met.Pan Mei slightly nodded to Zhao Dezhao, her eyes filled with gratitude.Zhao Dezhao responded with a smile, thinking that this old boy is still sober, and he felt a little forced.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has his roots and wants to impeach the King of Tianshui County!"

Just as he was thinking that this cutscene was finally over, Zhao Dezhao suddenly heard an old and angry voice, and couldn't help laughing out loud in his heart. Ever since Tang Jixian and his gang of mad dogs were dealt with, no one dared to come here again. Who could be so stubborn in confronting him in front of everyone in the court?
Zhao Dezhao followed the prestige, and saw Yan Hong, the Lord of Lai with a fluttering white beard, slowly stepped out of the train, holding a jade wat and bowing his hands towards the throne.

"Oh? May I ask Mr. Yan, what can you say?" Maybe it was because it was not the first time his son was caught and bitten. Zhao Kuangyin's response was calm and his tone was quite polite, but his face was a little confused and he seemed very curious.

Zhao Dezhao was also very curious. He had never been in touch with this Duke of Lai, Yan Hong, and there was no sign that he was Zhao Guangyi's die-hard henchman. In fact, a minister who could be granted the title of Duke alive would have already arrived. It's over, I don't have an urgent need to choose sides. You must know that even the father-in-law Wang Pu, who is the prime minister of the two dynasties, is not yet the Duke of the State!
Lai Guogong Yan Hong is very old, and his hands are trembling when he walks, but he is still sonorous and powerful when he fires the cannon:
"The king of Tianshui County incited his children in the palace school a few days ago and encouraged them to march south with the army. What is the purpose of this move?!"

Zhao Dezhao's face changed slightly. Could this old man say that I formed a clique and set up a private team?
But what Lai Guogong Yan Hong said next was completely beyond Zhao Dezhao's expectation, and his eyeballs almost fell off the ground.

"...In the palace school, they are all the descendants of my relatives, nobles, relatives, and ministers. Most of them are immature, and the older ones are just weak crowns. His Royal Highness recruits these immature youngsters, let them Going deep into the southern miasma with the army, if there is something good or bad, if you contract the disease or suffer a lot of injuries, wouldn't it be to shake the hearts of my Great Song Dynasty?"

(End of this chapter)