The First Yamen of the Great Song Dynasty

It's not that Gao Ming is boasting, he is also experienced in acting.

His father is also the main object of his practice, and he can perform with ease.

But his father was so weak that the play didn't last.

"Why am I ashamed to ask? What does it have to do with me?" Gao Ming bit the bullet, as if he didn't notice his father's strangeness.

"Think about it carefully, you..." Gao Qiu paused, "You did a good job in Hangzhou!"

Beads of sweat came out of Gao Qiu's forehead. If he didn't wipe it, he was afraid of revealing his secrets. If he wanted to wipe it, he was even more afraid of revealing his secrets.

Dad, you sweat a lot, Gao Ming blinked, "What did I do? Did you say this child is mine?"

Gao Qiu said angrily: "It's yours!" He used his loud voice to cover up his guilt.

"Impossible!" Gao Ming felt that it would be unreasonable for him to admit it all at once.

Who knew that seeing his son so resolute, Gao Qiu bluffed and continued to shout: "Why, why do you say it's impossible?"

"I don't remember that I slept with a woman, where did the child come from?!" Gao Ming said.

Did Hua Rong make a mistake?Gao Qiu murmured in his heart, but with a glimmer of hope, he threw out his trump card, "Wang Zhenniang, do you still remember?!"

Gao Ming frowned in thought, "I don't remember... who is she..."

Gao Lian hurriedly continued to throw out information, "She is a fisherman's daughter, and she had a dewy marriage with you."

Gao Ming pretended to be slapped in the face, and took a step back on purpose, as if shocked, "Her?"

Seeing his son being so shocked, Gao Qiu was sure that this happened, he became less guilty, and his momentum rose a lot. He slapped the table and said, "Yes, it's her. She has always remembered you in her heart, and she just entrusted the child to you." If it wasn't for the fact that she was infected with a serious illness a few days ago and couldn't survive, this child would have been raised silently. She knew she was hopeless, so she entrusted someone to take the child to Tokyo to recognize her ancestors!"

Gao Ming pointed at the child and said, "So, this child is mine?"

Gao Li handed the baby to Gao Ming, "Look at how much this baby looks like you, and even said it wasn't yours."

They are all children of the old Gao family clan, can it be different? Gao Ming's eye circles were red, tears welled up slowly, and he hugged the child, "Is it really my child? I actually have a child?"

Seeing that his son was so happy that he wept, Gao Qiu thought that he was so happy from the bottom of his heart. His torment was not in vain, and the circles of his eyes turned red, "This is your real son. Our Gao family has a son. Now you With the inherited incense, there is no need to worry about this matter anymore."

Gao Qiu had a guilty conscience because he lied to his son just now, which made his relationship untrue.

But at this moment, I am really happy for my son's tears, and my feelings are more sincere.

These were seen by Gao Ming, and he couldn't help but think, indeed a good actor can arouse other people's emotions.

Gao Ming mentioned the non-existent Wang Zhenniang, "Zhenniang is a good girl, so she is no longer here? I want to find a time to pay homage to her."

"I don't need this, lest Huarong find out it's bad." It's not good if it's cheating.

Gao Ming wiped away his tears, "That's right, but there is an extra child out of thin air, how can I explain it to Hua Rong?"

"Hua Rong is reasonable. He treats you sincerely. It's too late to be happy for you. He won't care."

Gao Ming said: "But, father, you said just now that you can't pay homage to Wang Zhenniang, lest Huarong find out...why aren't you afraid that he will find out?"

It's not that he deliberately picked on the thorns, it's that his father's words are really confusing.

"This, this is different. If you pay homage to Wang Zhenniang, it means that you have feelings for her. Of course Hua Rong will not be willing. But the child, it is different. Half of it is your flesh and blood, and he will love it." Gao Qiu said with a smile: "In short, you have your own son. This is the great joy that should be paid attention to!"

What else can Gao Ming say, as long as his father is happy, "God treats me well, I never thought that the seeds I planted before would survive."

Gao Lian handed the child to his son, "Come and give me a hug."

When Gao Ming looked at this child, he didn't look at him like a son, but like a younger brother, but then he thought that Gao Yanei was originally Gao Qi's cousin, so it doesn't matter what kind of brother or son, since they belong to the old Gao's family anyway.

Getting a swaddling baby to be raised by the father is really a veritable "helping the old and loving the young."

Gao Ming hugged the baby, and the baby was quite good, giggling as he chewed on his chubby fingers.

Gao Qiu felt very comforted, "How nice that he kissed you."

Gao Ming smiled and said, "Is it 'my' child after all?"

Gao Qiu felt great joy in his heart, his son was happy, it was worth it for him to toss for so long.

One likes to be a father, and the other likes to be a father.

All are happy.

-

Originally, rich families had children, but few mothers raised them, and they were all taken care of by nurses and maids.

As for Gao Ming, he is even less worried.

After he performed two "mentally retarded" parenting operations, Gao Li only allowed him to watch from a distance, not to start.

On the contrary, he is on the front line of parenting every day, reporting the child's condition every three days.

Spit up milk, develop a rash, can speak simple words, and make new clothes.

However, there is one thing, there are more smiles, at least not seeing Gao Ming and thinking sadly, how could a good son break his sleeves.

In short, the arrival of the newborn has injected new vitality into Gao Lian.

The news that Gao Ming had more sons spread like wildfire, and I don't know how the news spread so quickly.

King Yun and others in Tokyo all knew about it.

"You have a son, why don't you celebrate?"

Gao Ming smiled wryly, "Let's not celebrate yet."

"Hua Rong won't give in?" King Yun came to a conclusion.

Gao Ming shook his head, "No, no. I just want to keep a low profile."

"It's better to be low-key."

It's fine for people in Tokyo to know, even Murong Yanze who is far away in Youzhou knew about it, and specially wrote to him to congratulate him, and brought a lot of gifts with him.

Gao Ming stroked his chin. Collecting money is a way to get rich. How about having a drink with Hua Rong, getting married, and collecting more money?

After thinking about it, his current status is a serious official of the Song Dynasty, so he dare not be too high-profile.

Breaking off sleeves with military generals and blatantly serving wine, isn't this just giving people an excuse.

Forget it, let's talk about it when he is really able to live every day.

-

The polo match was proposed by the people of the Kingdom of Jin, and it was not easy for the Kingdom of Song to refuse, and even if they wanted to refuse, they couldn't find a reason.

Polo is a game in the final analysis, and the other party wants to play a game with me, but they refuse to agree.

Do you still want to maintain this friendship?

Besides, if there is no comparison, the people of the state of Jin must feel that the state of song is cowardly if the state of song is defeated without a fight.

If you can't win a war, can you still win a game?

When it comes to playing games, I, Da Song, should be a professional.

If Zhao Ji hadn't considered his age and status, he really wanted to fight in person.

Yun Wang is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, cuju, polo, and has won the true biography of his father, so he took the initiative to invite Ying, "Let me let my son fight against the Jin people."

Zhao Ji wanted to agree, but considering that King Yun was his favorite son, and the polo had no eyes and was injured, it was difficult to handle, so he shook his head immediately, "No, I will be cautious when I choose someone."

Gao Ming was not surprised. Polo is very dangerous. Every year, people who play polo become disabled or seriously die.

Although Zhao Ji is a scumbag, he is still very good to his third son, Zhao Kai.

Zhao Kai was aware of this great opportunity, since Gao Ming persuaded him to come in, he didn't want to overthrow the prince, so he deliberately guided him: "But father, there are two princes in Jin Kingdom. Who will be on top? Without the prince on the stage, the Kingdom of Jin must feel that they are being treated slowly."

Although the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, people only have two hands.

But Zhao Ji has many children, and there are not many children who can be placed on the back of his hand.

According to the degree of intimacy between the prince and Zhao Ji, they probably have to be at the heels.

Gao Ming heard Zhao Ji say in a flash of inspiration: "Let's call the prince to play.

He was still very proud of his decision, smiling all over his face.

Gao Ming just wanted to remind Zhao Ji that there are two princes in the Kingdom of Jin, and the Song Dynasty sent only one prince. Could it be that one prince is going to replace the two princes?

Hearing that Zhao Ji continued to choose people, "Let King Su go if there is only one candidate left."

Su Wang Zhao Shu was sent to the Jin Army Camp as a hostage by his father during the Jingkang Incident, which shows the status in his father's heart.

By the way, the old nine, Zhao Gou, was walking with him.

Zhao Gou later didn't want to bring his father and brother back from the Kingdom of Jin. It was partly because he didn't want to give up the emperor, but in terms of purely personal feelings, he probably didn't want to bring this scumbag back.

In short, it is certain that Zhao Shu will not be liked by his father, so let him and the crown prince play polo as a dangerous activity.

Gao Ming didn't know the level of these two Highnesses, if they lost, Da Song would lose face.

Zhao Kai also had this concern, and judging from his tone, it seemed that Zhao Shu's golf skills were not very good, "Father, let's call my son to play, how can we lose in the competition held in Song Dynasty."

Zhao Ji said wittily again: "Didn't the Jin people order Huarong to play? Besides him, there are also polo players from the Imperial Army and the Imperial City Division. I believe that we will be able to win the game. On the day of the match, I will be there in person Watch." Zhao Ji stroked his beard and smiled.

The baby boy doesn't need to play, he doesn't worry at all, he simply appreciates the game.

Zhao Ji selected candidates, and all personnel were in place to prepare for the competition three days later.

Hua Rong was also temporarily transferred back from the post of military training, familiarized himself with the field and other golfers in advance, and played a few games to warm up.

The good thing is that I go back to Taiwei's mansion every night and stay with Gao Ming.

In fact, Gao Ming wanted to suggest sleeping in a separate room, because before the big competition, he had to save some energy.

Just don't waste it on him.

But Hua Rong didn't have such concerns, and insisted on living with Gao Ming.

"I'm not you, I yawn when something happens."

But Gao Ming judged it the next day, and it seemed that it really had no effect on Huarong, so he felt at ease.

-

Two days before the start of the competition, Gao Ming went to Wanyan to check the situation.

Wanyan Zongqiang heard someone report that Gao Ming had come, so he went out of the room to meet him in the living room.

When passing by the corridor, he saw a slender figure with his back facing him, his shoulders twitching under the eaves, as if crying.

Wanyan Zongqiang recognized this figure as Jiang Yuxiang, and walked over, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yuxiang looked back with tears in his eyes, and immediately wiped away the tears, covered his cheek with one hand, and turned to leave.

Wanyan Zongqiang hunted when he was a child, and when he grew up, he could lead troops to fight. His eyes were steady and ruthless, and even birds and animals could not escape his eyes, not to mention the red palm print on Jiang Yuxiang's fair face.

Her small hands couldn't cover the palm marks at all.

"Wait a minute!" Wanyan Zongqiang grasped her wrist, and took her hand covering her face, revealing a trace of redness.

"Let go of me." She struggled.

"Did the sixth child hit you?" Wanyan Zongqiang became angry.

Yu Xiang said with tears in his eyes: "What the sixth prince taught is that it is not good to be a servant, and a servant should be beaten."

"Why did he beat you?"

Yu Xiang sobbed, "Because he found out about what you taught me about the Jurchen language yesterday."

Yuxiang was forbidden to hug Wanyan Zongqiang's Luo Honggou, but it didn't prevent her from finding other excuses to get close to Wanyan Zongqiang.

For example, "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, how does the puppy speak in Jurchen?"

Naturally, Wanyan Zongqiang would not miss such an opportunity to teach a cute girl, so he immediately hit up the conversation.

Yu Xiang was very motivated to study, and she laughed like silver bells from time to time while talking and laughing, and then arranged for someone to ask Yan Zongjun to come over and have a look.

Then when Wanyan Zongjun questioned him, if he said something that appeared to be an excuse but was actually annoying, wouldn't he worry about getting a slap in the face?

The purpose of Ai's slap was to pretend to be pitiful, so he ran to the corridor to shed tears and attracted Yan Zongqiang's attention.

"He hit you because of this?" Wanyan Zongqiang wanted to go to Zong Juan again to seek justice.

"Don't go—there's no need to break your brotherhood because of the slave family—" Yu Xiang tugged at Wanyan Zongqiang's sleeve and said, "And if you go to stand up for the slave family, it is to confirm the relationship between us, the slave family will be beaten harder."

Wanyan Zongqiang calmed down temporarily after being told this.

At present, it is definitely not possible to find Zong Juan's theory. We must treat the root cause and teach him a lesson.

"Go back first, don't make him angry, I will find a way."

Yu Xiang cried and shook his head, "You must not do dangerous things for the sake of the slave family. The slave family has nothing else to worry about. I only want people who are really good to the slave family, such as the Eighth Prince, to be safe and happy."

Wanyan Zongqiang felt more and more that Yuxiang was kind and didn't deserve such a crime.

After all, it was his fault. If he had won Zong Juan in the dice roll that day, there would be no such thing.

He comforted her a lot, watched her thin figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and went to see Gao Ming with hatred for Zong Juan.

Seeing Yan Zongqiang looking like he was going to eat people, Gao Ming couldn't help grinning, "What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood? How about I take you to relax?"

Wanyan Zongqiang was bored, thought for a while, "Let's go for a walk."

The two went out and found a restaurant for dinner.

To Gao Ming's delight, Wanyan Zongqiang already knew how to order by himself and remembered his favorite dishes very clearly.

Ruzi can be taught, you are used to eating and drinking, do you still want to go back to the Kingdom of Jin?

"Actually, I came here today to understand you. His Majesty the Emperor has agreed to the polo match. It is important enough for us to send His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness King Su to play."

"Why didn't you send King Yun?"

Gao Ming laughed and said, "You are not satisfied with the prince?"

Being teased by him, Wanyan Zongqiang did not continue to entangle with the matter of King Yun, "Prince, the next emperor?"

"Well, the emperor's son, the crown prince." Gao Ming gave Wanyan Zongqiang some food, "but you don't seem to be. After your father dies, your uncle will succeed you?"

"It will be inherited by Uncle Wu Qimai. When he dies, it will be our turn."

"Then what if your uncle has a long life and it's not your turn?"

"Don't you say that we will die before him? No." Wanyan Zong said strongly: "Man, how many people have lived past the age of 60."

The living conditions of the Jurchens are harsh, and they hunt and fight all year round. They usually die in their fifties, and the patriarch is no exception.

Gao Ming frowned, "The life span of a person is closely related to the living environment. Now you occupy a lot of land in Daliao, and you are getting richer and richer. If you eat well and use it well, your life expectancy will naturally increase. Maybe you Wu beg to buy uncle It can be 80 years old."

Wanyan Zongqiang explained to himself: "It doesn't matter, the emperor is not in my turn."

"Then don't you want your fourth brother to do it?"

Wanyan Zongqiang and Wanyan Zongbi are compatriots from the same mother, and their relationship is closer than anyone else.

As for Wanyan Zongbi, also known as Wushu, he is ranked fourth, and his ranking is relatively high.

Of course Wanyan Zongqiang wanted his fourth brother to be the emperor, but he also knew that his other brothers were also ruthless characters, especially Zong Wang.

"Then let the fourth brother wait!"

Gao Ming said in a low voice: "Your fourth brother saved my life, and I personally support him to be the emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom. In this way, our two countries can enjoy long-term peace and stability. If you brothers need me in the future, just say it .”

Wanyan Zongqiang felt that Gao Ming's words were serious, but he didn't think much about it.

When he was full of wine and food, he returned to the mansion, lay on the bed to rest, and Gao Ming's words echoed in his ears.

My heart skipped a beat, what did Gao Ming mean, could he support the fourth brother's influence in the Kingdom of Jin?

Gao Ming is the king of Ancheng County in the Song Dynasty, if he can support the fourth brother, he will definitely be a force that should not be underestimated.

The fourth brother is the emperor...

In fact, through studying during this period of time, he also knew that the emperor of the Central Plains did not pass it on to his younger brother, but it was all for his own son.

The founding of the Great Song Dynasty was an exception. Zhao Kuangyin passed the throne to his younger brother Zhao Kuangyi, but it turned out that the choice was a failure.

Zhao Kuangyi became the emperor, but he did not give the emperor to Zhao Kuangyin's descendants.

Instead, Zhao Kuangyin's descendants died mysteriously one by one.

But is Uncle Wu Qimai someone like Zhao Kuangyi?

Uncle Wu Qimai's face appeared in front of Wanyan Zongqiang's eyes. He respected him as he respected his father Aguda.

What a...contradictory...

-

In a blink of an eye, the day of the polo match arrived.

Although the weather turned cooler, it did not affect the excitement of the event at all.

As soon as Gao Ming entered the arena, he saw there were solid musicians lined up around the arena, playing "Liangzhou Song", which was very lively.

The audience outside the court, composed of relatives of the royal family, was full of enthusiasm.

After all, they don't have to play games, and it's quite exciting to watch others take risks.

But the faces of the people on the field were not good, Prince Zhao Huan and Su Wang Zhao Shu's expressions were as cold as the weather.

I guess they are scolding their scumbags in their hearts.

Gao Ming remembered that Zhao Huan died later in the Kingdom of Jin because he fell from a horse while playing polo.

However, he was in his 50s at that time. I don't know if he is able to cope with the fierce confrontation of polo now that he is in his prime.

There are ten people on the Jin side, and there are seven polo players on the Song side besides Zhao Huan, Zhao Shu, and Hua Rong, all carefully selected.

The Jin people were very satisfied when they saw that the playing field was irrigated with tung oil, and it didn't get dusty no matter how they ran.

When they usually play, there is such a good ground, and the dust raised is always charming to the eyes.

It will definitely perform well in a while.

The contestants on the Song side thought, this is Da Song's venue, we are most familiar with it, and you can still win.

Gao Ming sat on a chair with his sleeves in his hands, watching the match with the emperor, princes and ministers.

When the race started, his eyes were always on Hua Rong, wherever his figure on horseback went, his eyes followed.

As for Zhao Kai's eyes, wherever Zhao Huan's figure is, his eyes will follow.

The eyes of the ministers in the DPRK and China are paying more attention to the prince while taking into account the game situation.

In fact, someone mentioned before that it was too risky to ask the prince to play, and hoped to change the candidate.

Li Longji was quoted by Zhao Ji as the prince, and refused on the grounds that he won against Persia in a polo match.

The ministers didn't dare to mention it anymore, after all, if the crown prince didn't go, King Yun would have to go, after all, the other princes were too young.

Don't offend the prince, nor can you offend King Yun.

The people of the Kingdom of Jin are worthy of being a nation on horseback. They haven't ridden much since they came to Tokyo, but they are still brave at this time. Even Wanyan Xiyin, who looks most like a scholar on weekdays, is quite powerful, with dexterous movements. The club hit the ball trickily.

Hua Rong galloped out, bent over and stretched out the cue stick, blocked the ball, and passed it to Zhao Shu.

Zhao Shu just raised the cue and wanted to hit it, when he saw several members of Wanyan's family coming towards him like hungry wolves, he was so frightened that he was at a loss immediately, watching helplessly as the opponent snatched the ball and scored it into the goal with one shot.

One to zero, Jin Guo leads.

Everyone in the stands shook their heads, really, why pass it on to King Su, it's not necessary!

Hua Rong probably knew what level Zhao Shu was, and thought that there would be no next time.

In a blink of an eye, the eunuch picked up the ball in the goal and threw it at the foot of a player from the Da Song team, who passed it to Hua Rong with a stick.

Huarong got the ball and went to the goal of the Jin Guo team.

At this time, the menacing Jin people rushed towards him. Seeing this, he passed the ball past Zhao Shu and directly hit another guard player, while he rode his horse to the goal and waited for the pass.

Seeing this, Wanyan Zongjun ran to stop him. At this time, the ball broke through the defenses and landed under Hua Rong's club with difficulty.

Just as he was about to hit it, another cue suddenly came into his sight.

The owner of the club is Wanyan Zongjun.

Huarong seized the opportunity and quickly hit the ball out before Wanyan Zongjun's club fell and scored the goal.

One to one draw.

After seeing Yan Zongjuan called Huarong to score, Zong Qiang hummed to him in Jurchen language: "Can you play?"

Faced with such a provocation, Zong Jun was furious when Hua Rong won back his share, and said angrily, "Of course, how about I teach you?!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wanyan Zongqiang sneered, "Let's see who scores first!"

Da Song didn't know what the two of them talked about, but soon discovered that the competition on the court was a bit subtle.

Gao Ming discovered that on the Song side, Prince Zhao Huan was paddling, King Su Zhao Shu was fighting timidly, and the remaining eight were seriously playing.

On Jin Guo's side, Wanyan Zongjun and Wanyan Zongqiang fought each other, and they didn't seem to want to play with each other when they swung the cue. They seemed to want to hit each other, and they didn't cooperate at all.

When Zong Qiang got the ball, even if he was snatched by the Song people, he would definitely not give it to Zong Jun, but by grabbing the ball, the club almost hit Zong Jun's leg.

Zong Juan was furious, and he and Zong Qiang kept pace. Seeing the right moment, he bumped his body with his elbow. Zong Qiang fell to the side and fell off the horse.

Zong Juan sneered, and rode away on his own.

Everyone thought that he was definitely going to fall off the horse, but unexpectedly, Zong Qiang grabbed the saddle's girdle in midair, his body was half suspended in the air, his feet wiped the ground a few times, and he jumped back on the horse.

Zong Qiang gritted his teeth, new hatred and old hatred welled up in his heart, and roared: "Correct Lu Guan!"

This is Zong Jun's Jurchen name.

Then he chased Zong Juan from behind, flew away from his horse, and threw himself at Wan Yan Zongjun, throwing the man off the horse. The two of them did not forget to beat each other while they were on the ground.

Gao Ming thought in surprise, you two had a great time playing, but this is so fucking at a polo match.

Sure enough, as soon as they landed, the other horses reined in urgently to avoid them.

But they fell too suddenly, and there was no room for buffering.

Seven or eight horses from the two sides who were about to grab the ball collided with each other in order to avoid them.

The horses neighed and there was chaos.

Among them were Hua Rong and his mount. Gao Ming was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he stood up abruptly.

At this time, the eunuch screamed sharply, "His Royal Highness is injured——"

Gao Ming remembered that Zhao Huan was not among those who knocked over. He had been paddling around and didn't take the initiative to grab the ball just now, so why was he injured.

Except for the emperor, everyone else ran into the arena. Gao Ming raised his clothes and rushed to the front line. From a distance, he saw Hua Rong and the others standing up one after another, some supporting each other, and some pulling their horses.

Not far from them, Zhao Huan knelt on the ground, covering his right eye, trembling all over.

Next to him is a polo, still stained with blood.

Was it hit by a polo flying out of control?

Gao Ming instinctively looked back at King Yun who was coming behind him.

Although Zhao Huan was at a loss, a disabled person cannot be an emperor.