Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 30 The Humiliated Zhao Guangyi

On the way back from the palace, Zhao Dezhao was full of worries and thought a lot.

He calculated silently in his heart, and it was less than nineteen months before the "candle shadow and ax sound" change that changed the fate of the Song Dynasty in the original history.

In other words, there is only a little time left for myself to accumulate strength and gain prestige.

Therefore, he can't follow the optimistic and confident emperor's father who said "take your time, don't rush".

But must be as soon as possible, must be urgent, must be strong as soon as possible!

Even if the strides are too big, it's better than falling behind, losing the opportunity, and finally being crushed and forced to die.

Back at the Prince's Mansion, as soon as Zhao Dezhao entered, he saw his wife Wang Xiuzhi standing in the courtyard, calling for servants and ordering the hundreds of servants in the mansion to be busy making arrangements.

The courtyard was full of celebrations, the corridors were decorated with lights, and near the gate facing the street, there was even a group of craftsmen hammering nails to build a towering wedding archway.

Zhao Dezhao was puzzled, he didn't understand why the family suddenly had such a grand festive battle.

Could it be that his son won the first prize in the exam?No, I don't have a son yet!
Well, this is a big problem, we need to hurry up.

Just when Zhao Dezhao's thoughts changed from "why make it so festive" to "how to give birth to a son", Wang Xiuzhi's skirt was swaying and he approached.

"Msister, how do you see the layout of our courtyard? Do you want to build two more Xipailou facing the street, so that people passing by outside can see it."

"Ah, the arrangement is good. But, lady, what is the happy event in our family?" Zhao Dezhao scratched the back of his head with a dazed expression.

Wang Xiuzhi showed a surprised look, and looked at Zhao Dezhao with a bit of reproach in his eyes.

"It will be Longevity Day in a few days..."

Zhao Dezhao slapped his head, remembering, the emperor's father's birthday is coming up, so it's alright for me to forget my father's birthday as a son?

According to the practice handed down from the previous generation, the birthday of the emperor every year, that is, the Longevity Festival, is a routine holiday of the imperial court, and officials at all levels need to take a rest for bathing.Local officials need to present a congratulatory form to the Holy Majesty, and go to the local temple to pray for the Holy Majesty on the Longevity Day.

In the capital city, the city will be decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and birthday celebrations will be held grandly. The wealthy families in Beijing will also need to build a wedding archway on the street in Fuzhong. Those who are qualified to give birthday gifts will also have to give a birthday gift. An expensive birthday gift.

"Sir, look, how should I prepare for this year's birthday?" Wang Xiuzhi asked for instructions.

Originally, his wife Wang Xiuzhi took charge of the housekeeping chores such as preparing gifts, and Zhao Dezhao generally did not interfere.

But celebrating the emperor's father's birthday is no small matter, it must be carefully considered and discussed by the husband and wife together.

Just as Zhao Dezhao was about to say "follow the usual practice", he immediately remembered something and swallowed the words.

"Let's put it aside for now. I'll think about it later. We must do it differently this year to make our dad happy!"

Standing on the steps of the front yard, Zhao Dezhao looked back at the majestic palace city bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun in the west, and suddenly had a thought in his heart:
"This palace will still be here in ten or a hundred years, but as the owner of the palace, my father will not be able to celebrate his birthday or two!"

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When the last rays of the setting sun in the west extinguished the last light, a man in Tsing Yi sneaked out from the majestic palace city. He hurried all the way, and knocked on a small door in the backyard of Prince Jin's Mansion just before nightfall. As usual, it was a secret signal. .

A moment later, in the study room of Prince Jin's palace.

Jin Wang Zhao Guangyi personally received the messenger sent by Wang Jien.

The messenger stood in front of Zhao Guangyi and reported cautiously: "My master asked the servants to tell the prince that the old man Xue Juzheng wrote a posthumous seal asking for the crown prince before he died. The content is to invite the king of Tianshui County to be the crown prince and crown prince."

Zhao Guangyi suddenly got up, his face was ashen, and he roared: "Old man! Old coffin! How dare you fool me!"

In fact, he himself knew very well that when he asked Xue Juzheng in person the day before yesterday, Xue Juzheng did not give an affirmative answer. It was because he thought that Xue Juzheng had acquiesced in the promise, and at most he could only be considered stubborn. Willing to fool?

What's more, it is very likely that it was his own request that reminded Xue Juzheng that he could submit the posthumous seal to ask for the crown prince, so the old man simply wrote a posthumous seal that "invites the king of Tianshui County to be the crown prince" , really put yourself in a good position.

Thinking of these, Zhao Guangyi felt a strong sense of being humiliated.What made him feel even more furious was that he would never be able to vent his anger, no one could take revenge on a dead person.

"...The old man praised the Prince of Tianshui in the memorial, and at the same time framed you, the prince. He also persuaded the holy majesty to suppress the prince, saying that this is to avoid 'fraternal fratricide in the palace in the future'."

The messenger memorized the key words in the memorial. It is a taboo and secret thing to deliver news from the forbidden palace. For the sake of safety, only oral messages can be passed, and no words can be left behind. The messengers selected by Wang Jien are all meticulous. Clever, good-natured confidant.

Hearing this extremely exciting sentence "Flesh and blood will slay each other in the palace in the future", Zhao Guangyi suddenly stopped being angry, but his face suddenly became ferocious, and asked: "How does the Holy One react when he sees Old Xue's legacy? "

"The Holy Majesty read the posthumous chapter and hated Xue Juzheng for framing you, your lord. He was so angry that his hands shook on the spot, and he almost tore up the memorial..."

Zhao Guangyi finally squeezed out a cold smile on his face.

The messenger continued to report: "My master took the opportunity to remind the sage that Xue Juzheng had met with the king of Tianshui County before his death. The sage immediately summoned the king of Tianshui County to question whether he had conspired with Xue Juzheng to go up. The king of Tianshui County argued that he did not know about it beforehand, but the sage seemed to believe it. In the future, if my master does not wait in front of Shengjia, I will not know the details."

"Thank you for your hard work. Go outside to find the steward to receive the reward." Zhao Guangyi waved his hand, indicating that the messenger could leave.

The messenger saluted and thanked him, but when he was about to leave, he remembered another thing.

"The posthumous seal was handed over to the sage after my master received it from Xue Juzheng. My master asked the servants to tell the prince. There were several sons of Xue Juzheng present at the time. Forgive me, my lord."

"Go back and tell your master: But just asking for the crown prince's legacy will not turn the sky upside down. It's not worth his risk for this king. Let him concentrate on serving the Holy One. You don't have to deliberately inquire about news for this king on weekdays, let alone for this king. The king speaks to the sage."

Zhao Guangyi turned sideways with his hands behind his back, half of his face was hidden in the shadow that the candlelight couldn't reach, and he looked a little gloomy for no reason.

And the words that came out of his mouth seemed to have become cold at this time: "My sage is already old, if there is a big change in the palace someday in the future, that is the time to really use your master!"

(End of this chapter)